"dedications" poems
Late night dedications from you to me.
Writing you letters to see if you are holding it down for me.
Collect calls from me to you and some steamy conversation...
when your family inquires about my whereabouts....you say I'm on vacation.
Your image in my head is what makes each day easier to bare.
I'm writing and doing this time instead of stressing and pulling out my hair.
It's been said that you do the time and don't let the time do you.
I don't want to see the white jackets and be 302'd.
Listening to the radio as the love songs play.....
Daydreaming as I glance at the pictures of us together on Unity day.
The reason I love you is not hard to see or maybe it's just me.
My emotions run wild whenever you're next to me.
Expressing to you my visions and dreams while I'm incarcerated.
Promises that when I get out ....our lives won't be complicated.
My thoughts become hot air balloons and the English language becomes foreign.
A refugee in my own land except my name's not Lauryn.
Wishing I could hold you and fall into a deep sleep.
Time would stand still and nightmares would never creep.
Our love is like a mountain that has no peaks.
I'm missing you like crazy as I'm counting down the weeks.
I'm holding you hostage. You're a prisoner without the cuffs.
You're saving yourself for me, but it's evident I'll never be worthy enough even if I was free.
The money was my idol and it came so fast.....
Partying my life away and having a blast.
I never thought about how long the money and fun would last.
My rise and fall like a pool that's been deflated.
My capture and imprisonment greatly exaggerated and celebrated.
The families that I've hurt......by them I'm hated.
I've destroyed my neighborhood. That's what many have stated.
All this is true .....so I'm setting you free.
Consider this the last correspondence you'll ever receive from me.
Please accept this heartfelt apology. My love I am so....so sorry.
My love has revolved around you. My every waking thought has been about you.
Now you are telling me that you're setting me free.....
Whoa! wait a minute......How could this be?
Since we were little kids it's been me and you.
You were the paper and I was the glue.
My people said that you were not good enough for me, but I was still stuck on you.
This really hurts my heart as I read the words you've penned.
I realized not so long ago that this relationship must come to an end.
The transition will be difficult and it will take time for my heart to mend.
As I listen to the lockdown love dedications again and again.....
I'll have vivid memories of how this relationship began it end.
4ever in my heart
Lockdown Love
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 4:36 PM UTC
Blessed I’ve been with God.
But I’m stuck in the winds.
How much for your soul?
Come pay for your sins.
Nowadays I can’t trust.
It seems so hard to win.
I don’t want to lose myself, amongst these mortal men.
Been in the streets fighting temptations.
Running from my problems and complications.
I’m so moody now that I’m off my medications.
But now I’m focused with more dedication.
Stuck within my flaws.
Smoking, have no wind.
Summers over, now it’s cold.
I've lost so many friends.
Nowadays I can’t trust.
And I cannot pretend.
If I ever lose my health, I’ll self destruct again.
Been in the streets fighting temptations.
Running from my problems and complications.
I’m so moody now that I’m off my medications.
But now I’m focused with anticipations and dedications.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 12:48 AM UTC
Click…
Click…
CLICK…
Earsplitting silence surrounds me
As I waste time envisioning a new setting,
Where my paper, pen, mug, and coffee are still there,
But the paper is bursting with passion,
And the magic of espresso beans enable the pen to float along my rapid thoughts.
Right now it is used to stimulate the monotony.
Unfortunately,
Money cannot be bled from words on paper and,
Beers are not bought with dedications in hard cover.
Click…
Click…
CLICK…
Yogurt wrappers opening, spoons being slurped.
***** expanding atop their encompassing chairs.
These are the thoughts that fill my head,
As co-workers plan the next birthday party,
The next lunch, client dinner, and snack.
It seems that bars do not enclose me at my desk,
There is no guard at the door and,
Above me the exit sign gives warmth.
Click….
Click…
CLICK…
Not today, today is not a good day.
There are presentations, Power Points, data to analyze.
Analyze feels like a ***** word in my world,
It covers my neurons and destroys imagination,
Synopsis seize to fire.
It seeps into my blood until I become a replica,
But it is the word that takes my balance off negative,
And applies charming labels to my purse,
I wonder if this is how it starts out for everyone,
Humans are adjustable, no batteries allowed.
Click…
Click…
CLICK.
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 4:32 PM UTC
It's our time
*The sublime
Rhyme and reason
We season this reality with words instead of thyme:
Both are medicinal
Antiseptic chemicals to keep away the grime*
Don't tell me any different
Bare witness to the gift of bliss that is expression
Words can increase life expectancy in the midst of depression
They can get back at those who hurt you without using a weapon
Or refresh your mental image when you're feeling less than
They form legacies and dedications
Eulogies and congratulations
They give everything in existence an identity
Even the most ****** obscenities
Words are life and words are love
Words even form this silly cheesy stuff
**To everyone feeling poetic, I have but one question
What's one way, while writing, your life has been blessed in?**
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
Gather your decorations , little lady with blue Easter bonnet and holiday dress
Filling your colorful , trimmed basket with jelly beans , rainbow colored eggs , chocolate bunnies and marshmallow chicks ...
Eyes wide open over period stories , fairy tales , 'Sunrise dedications'
and Sunday dinner extravaganzas ...
"Tis a season of joy and remembrance , of communion and forgiveness ..
Warm wishes little one .. Happy Easter , Miss Carolynn !
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 2:13 PM UTC
Here comes the sun in all its glory
tracing the hemisphere in its slow
rise over rubble, but first the tallest
steel and concrete dedications to
the lives living high while their
green shadow casts below over
the desecrated. I see bright night light
shining blue. I see wide, wild light
only high noon. Morning, all day
veins are caving under the rubble
under the tallest.
Here comes the nasty truth, suited
in belts clasped with wealth for
well being, beating the lies with
a dollar sign, until the ugliness
of the first story presses like
meat into the underneath, under
the detritus concealing lives in
the dirt with the needles.
I see bright night light shining blue
in the park restrooms. I see wide, wild
light only high noon from the under-bridge,
waiting for trains to come crush.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
Today I drew a tree.
It was a metaphor, really.
Written within soil were my aspirations,
Dedications I hoped to grow.
I came back to it this evening,
And saw the gaps within the bark.
Grabbing some tools I pressed my
Self on spaces asking to be filled.
The emptiness marked was darker,
Fresher from the pen.
Adding texture to this child’s art,
I smiled and drew again.
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
Folder: DEDICATIONS With Love or Otherwise.
when good friends recede,
they try to erase all evidence of the connection.
why?
who knows.
people outgrow eachother all the time.
no hard feelings.
no biggie.
the dragon was slayed
were safe for now.
I guess I'll see you again
the next time we need to band together
in the mean time erase the traces
forgiveness lives only for the betrayal
till then.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 5:13 AM UTC
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Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Perfect imperfections,
Drawn away frustrations.
Pondering sweet emotions,
Simplicity through dedications.
Discovery of new evolutions.
Washed away night's illusions,
Drifted away by happy motions
Pride through inspirations
And self identity through aspirations.
Tears have gone to extinction.
And I have become perfect through imperfection!
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 4:24 PM UTC
Rejoice! Partake in jubilation as
the world is alive. Choice
is etched in rivers of love. Tears
are wells of purified life
as they cascade down the quiet
of a woman’s face. Gods
stride amongst us as doves in
droves. Listen to the trees
sing dedications to mystery
and change. Bliss is
ours. If neoteny is the path
of humanity, then may
our souls be as soft
as a baby’s bottom. If love
truly goes from girl to
girl, then have a coke. Have,
see, do, create, share.
Welcome to the kisses of
the moon and the caresses
of the sun.
Jun 7, 2012
Jun 7, 2012 at 8:18 PM UTC
Once, I wanted to give
Thirteen Reasons Why
And bury myself
While I was totally alive
Six feet under the ground
Once, I tried to step
Out the window, Just
To feel myself fall
Through thin air
Only to smack
On the cement below
Once, I failed to lift
A simple weight
Even an inch
Above my chest
Before it cracked
My collar bone.
Once, I broke
Thought it was ending
Told them to grab
The bullets
Fire at will
And once, I asked a boy
To take my hand
Spin me around for
A short dance
Then, I promised myself
Never turn into
One of those poets
Writing dedications
Again and again to them
Because by the end
They became jokes
Once, I told someone
I never wanted to fall in love
Over and over and over again
Because they said
I'm never going to be good enough
But once, I never said
This was a love poem
Maybe it's an appreciation one
Cause once, I asked you to dance
And for some reason
You decided to say yes
Thanks for that
And for now,
Thanks for everything we've become
Let's take this journey longer
Go for all the risks
Make these memories last
Once, I want to hold on
And never let go.
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 10:08 AM UTC
Lilies Dancing in the winds of blown bombs over my crashing city of delicacy.
Body craving pleasures produced by electric dedications.
Mind venomous as snakes in the grasses that run over my colored flowers of perfection as they slither hideously toward me, trying to get a sip of the inner being known as me.
Thousands of feet trampling through my serenity like I am the grounds in a war zone- no harmony.
Chilled through the bone as I see the smokes of blazes flow through the air with a menacing perspective.
Glazed eyes as I stare down an enemy I can't see, fighting the feeling of being crushed like the grasses beneath his feet.
I must fight back, I must get out, I must get away.
Thrown fists and black sight, heat so strong yet so clear and crisp that it could've been produced abnormally.
A body cleared and a soul freed, yet us stuck on the earth are still being crushed by unseen force like flowers in a field
Shattered Irises
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 2:47 PM UTC
All alone or with other souls
No one knows really where to go
Beneath the Elm, the Oak; the tree
Is where my lone soul longs to be
With wind in face, and fear in bone
I long to be somewhere not home
My lonely soul will wander free
But, alas, I rest beneath the tree
Dedications - memories - love
Is something that I dream not of
Forgotten souls recalled to be
Somewhere where they'll never be free
Rubber tires swing like the dead
And then I realize it's all in my head
The Elm, the Oak; the peaceful tree
Burned down to ashes just like me
Watching them as they go by
Although I want, I dare not cry
Beneath the solemn, broken tree
Is where I'll never be
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 9:09 PM UTC
*Forgetting about you, I doubt I can
It's difficult erasing memories engraved to the heart
Others will come but you'll forever be the one
Even if the end was something that badly hurt
Others will be blown my way by fate
But none of them will match the expectations
And that's something on which I'm willing to place a bet
For haven't enjoyed a thing for long like these dedications
You know exactly which song will heal
You know exactly where to touch and make me weak
You make me swallow my pride such a bitter pill
Even when I'm supposed to be cruel you make me meek
I believe you'll forever live in my head
Even if you've never blessed my cold bed*
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
May blessings come your way
On this wonderful day
To celebrate everywhere
Honour you with loving care
Every wish granted for you
Respect in all that you do
Special kisses are sent
Dedications of intent
All this to discover
You are always loved, dear Mother
Copyright Chris Smith 2012
Mar 18, 2012
Mar 18, 2012 at 9:13 AM UTC
I am 8 checkpoints on a world map
I am red curtains filtering sunlight into soft pink washes on bedroom walls
I am the elephant (lover) in the room
I am want of knowledge
I am a poet
I am french lavendar and cotton pajamas
I am sharp and unwelcoming
I am black coffee
I am full of knowledge
I am a daughter, a sister, a cousin, a granddaughter, and a care giver
I am an adult
I am a student
I am an avid listener of 60s folk music
I am a terrible listener
I am a well presented mess
I am a performer
I am terrified
I am not decisive
I am not ready
I am not young
I am not unaware
I am not an extravert
I am not a poet
the fragments that make up a human are often broken and many
memories and aspirations
Inspirations dedications
liberations
the fragments are only fragments
the human announces and defines it itself
introduces itself
I am human
I am me
c.d.
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 2:02 AM UTC
Joyful at the moment...
Desperately hanging on
To former dedications
Never to return.
Every now and then
They seem to pass by,
Retracting every alteration
Of letting lie outgrow
The sediments and bits
Once possessed by the heart.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 2:40 AM UTC
There comes a time where we are at a loss for words,
we know what we feel yet we fail to express it like empty, incomplete chords.
What to say and how to say it becomes rather difficult
easier said than done, sometimes off oblivion and turmoil you just wanna catapult.....
and so here's a twist of fate, to my rather regular form of expression innate
I am who I am and I've always been me
lately things have overclouded beyond what I can comprehend
It's amazing what you can hide, just by putting on a smile.
The mirrors, they can lie and tell you you're full of life
but truth be told? I'm not okay...
I'm loosing myself trying to compete with everyone else
giving off my time to things that uphold my supposed passions and dedications,
friendships, interactions... all for what?!
instead of just being me...
I do things that I begin to question why?
Why do we do the things we do? It's empty and its beginning to hurt me.
I find no sense in keeping up with it, can I just be weak for a little? just a little...
Can I be selfish and desire things for myself rather than desire things for the good of others?
in the same manner, can you just cry a little? Lie a little? Pretend that you're actually feeling what I'm feeling inside, then maybe all the misery I've gone through would be well spent.
Respect, forgiveness, acceptance, understanding, sacrifice...
Why does it always have to be me? I gave and now I'm wanting something in return.
Perhaps something where I don't have to exert myself and take initiative for.
I don't know where to turn, I've been stuck in this routine...
and I'm probably saying so many things of so many origins and different perspectives
but don't we all sometimes? Don't we all say things that are open to interpretations and things that don't make sense in a desperate attempt to express what we feel? In the end, don't we all just say things in hopes that someone understands the pain that we go through
In the end, we don't want to be left alone.. we want to be cared for
In the end, we don't want to be avoided... we want to matter
In the end, we don't want to hide it all... we want to say it..
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 7:53 AM UTC
your feelings for people.
are like a soldiers hidden emotions.
your sorrows fly higher than the churches steeple.
an architects dedications.
hidden designs of their true loves.
no one else can read it.
except for the doves.
your kingdom wont let you sit.
not even for a moment.
while apart all we feel is agony.
i don't think i can handle it.
my life flame is dying.
i look to my mirror when i feel like ****
when it shatters, I know I'm dead.
no more thoughts.
running through my head.
Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 8:26 AM UTC
keeping yourself alive
by believing in
the gorgeous cause ,
the idea that justice is real
and that you can see it
But then, you actually pay attention
and these things you hoped for
become stained glass portraits
in church windows
as seen by Atheist eyes:
dedications, so very pretty,
likely to nothing at all.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 12:15 PM UTC
I write
For many reasons, but I am forcibly held by one
The gravity of this inspiration weighs me down and I sink
But only to the floating depths of imagination will I drown
It is not for love or respect, as that is not worth lifelong devotion
And the promise of a reward condemns any profundity
It is nor for passion of writing, as I do not wish to write when I do
It is simply my mind begging for a place to record its inner-workings
I cannot say if it is for the adoration of others as I rarely write with an audience in mind
I just write…
Through the fog of my influences I see clarity within one reason
I write for the world, for my surroundings, for that which has touched me
My writing is composed of odes and dedications
Though less obvious than most, it is out of respect
Not for, but out of respect which I do this
An appreciation of that which is taken for granted
An understanding that few notice the obvious
For this; I write.
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 10:00 AM UTC
***you do not have to ♥
you don't have to repost
you do not even have to read this
By posting dedications and tributes
I AM NOT:***
Trying to raise my stats
Recruit new readers
Impress ANYONE
I'm not hired by Eliot to
promote his site
REGARDLESS OF WHAT SOME
OF THE MORE CYNICAL MAY THINK
I GENUINELY CARE FOR POETS.
I'M INTERESTED IN YOU.
There are some who have
POISON in their mind and
INJECT IT INTO THE MINDS OF OTHERS... STOP IT.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
~
I longed to be strikingly beautiful
But then I realized that's not what you liked.
You were beyond mediocre, but you loved subtlety.
~~
Forgotten at an art museum
Wandering slowly
I take my time so that I do not miss anything
The way that I miss you.
~~~
I don't demand any attention
Or affection
Because I cannot command it.
~~~~
Some dedications are sincere
Others are made to satisfy an ego.
I just hope that mine means enough
To flatter you.
~~~~~
I realize I am not valuable,
But I must be worth something,
Right?
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC