"lifesaver" poems
My Mom always makes nice shakes,
that we actually joke: "Mama Juice".
They could really win sweepstakes,
being much better than Jamba Juice!
Mama Juices could have fresh fruits:
my favorite flavor is usually avocado.
I’d really just love any Mama Juice,
being nice to drink and then swallow!
I'd drink smoothies just everyday,
since pure fruits could be their flavor.
Mama'd have me instantly go "YAY!",
since any shake could be a lifesaver!
I used to think of a bigger tummy,
but now am still feeling so healthy.
Enjoying Mama Juices being yummy,
thus I always then drink them: plenty!
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 1:05 AM UTC
In the corridors of the body,
In the halls of the jagged ribcage,
I milk the stars in her eyes
In a field of tissue and organs.
They fall from my memory
Into the hummingbird heartbeat
Which makes my body
Nostalgic warm.
I hated the way childhood tasted
Like sticky kisses from unfamiliar lips,
But I remember you softly,
As though thinking too hard about it
Would shatter the memory.
You’ve nested in my brain
And kept my small hands warm
With your big heart.
You are channeled into me
The way west winds
Whisper their messages in and out
Of metropolitan suicide suites,
Telling us not to jump,
To put the knife down,
Not to pull the trigger and
To get off the chair-
You are a lifesaver
In ways we can’t count on fingers
And toes.
My mood swings like a pendulum
In a long-broken clock
And I gently fray at the edges.
I can feel your hand on my face
And I am comfortable like a cloud.
I give my entire heart to you
Neck and all
And in return, you give me yours
Pale, pretty wrists and all.
Somehow, through the dresses,
The curled hair and the pink nails,
I felt you reaching into me
From some private distance
With eyes, hands and body.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 2:35 PM UTC
We're sailing the same boat
Captains of our own ships
Steering in opposite directions
Slowly going nowhere
Razor sharp winds
Cutting through my skin
Going straight into my soul
Its going for the ****
How dare I throw out a lifesaver
While we're busy drowning
Just forget about the world
Be selfish - you are more important
It starts at home they say
Home is the open sea
But the oceans bares so many secrets
Just one more wreck forgotten underneath
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:50 AM UTC
Peel back wax paper
Wedge my nail between two disks
separate; they stick
You see, for me to keep myself afloat in this raging ocean
this roiling, writhing mind of mine
I need something--
A Human Life Safety Floatation Device
why not use a Lifesaver?
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
I scar my skin, you get upset but still love me.
I say no one truly cares about me, you get upset but love me even more.
I have a panic attack and you sit there by my side calming me down.
You are the one Keeping me from what feels like my only friend. Its sitting in there in my closet hiding from the world till I bring it out to draw along my arms and legs like before.
You are my lifesaver. You are the reason I stopped you wanted me to so I did. The blade is not my only friend. You are. Thank you, my lifesaver.
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
~
March 2023
HP Poet: Thomas W. Case
Age: 53
Country: USA
Question 1: We are very happy to have you participate, Thomas. So how long have you been writing poetry, and how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry?
Thomas W. Case: “I've been writing poetry since I was 16, and I've been a member of hello poetry for 3 years.”
Question 2: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you).
Thomas W. Case: “The things that inspire me to write are life: the good, the bad, the ugly. Emotion inspires me to write. Poems come to me in many different ways. Sometimes in pictures, sometimes a word will pop into my head and I will write around it. And sometimes a situation in my life will transpire and I will write to process it.”
Question 3: What does poetry mean to you?
Thomas W. Case: “Poetry is cathartic for me. It's a lifesaver, it gives me a unique perspective on the world, it helps me to make sense of life. Poetry is my highway through the madness.”
Question 4: Who are your favorite poets?
Thomas W. Case: “Charles Bukowski, Pablo Neruda, Dylan Thomas, and W.B. Yeats.”
Question 5: What other interests do you have?
Thomas W. Case: “Writing short stories, reading, and spending time with my kids.”
Mr. Timetable: “Thank you so much, Thomas! We really appreciate your willingness to be the first one to be spotlighted.”
Thomas W. Case: “Thank you, man. I look forward to seeing the post and how it turns out.”
And thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed getting to know Thomas a little bit better.
– Carlo C. Gomez (aka Mr. Timetable)
We will post Spotlight #2 in April!
~
Mar 14, 2023
Mar 14, 2023 at 7:50 PM UTC
When it gets dark
And the storm is too strong
The winds won't stop blowing
And the water gets too deep
You can tread water
But only for so long
Before your legs give out
And your head sinks beneath the waves
Your only hope
Is that someone will come along
And throw out a lifesaver
To pull you from the waters
And they say:
"You can't be friends with someone
whom you love
who doesn't love you."
And it hurts
Because the waves are strong
And the lifesaver is tight around your lungs
And the rim of the boat jabs into your stomach
But you do it anyway
You get in
You save yourself
You live
I let go, Jack
And left you behind
But it's not selfish
Because you let go first.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
crazy.
you're crazy
he would say
and he meant it.
crazy because
our lines didn't cross...
the intersection
that we were supposed to meet
always seemed jammed
no progress
no moving forward
the ways we were supposed to touch each other
never felt right.
two loose ends
never meeting at the same spot.
lost children
among the midst of our lives
no path to lead us back
to where we were supposed to have started.
we met eachother with anger
angry faces
misplaced traces,
lots of frusteration
and denial,
and nervousness,
instead of...
laughter.
crazy
he would say,
*you believe in angels,
what's wrong with you?
you'd take the whole universe
in one breath...
you're out of touch with reality...
you believe in dreams
and seach for symbols
as if some symbol
is going to give you the answer.
life has no map,
i am your compass
and there is NO direction.
you get up
and take the world
one person at a time-
bleeding out your heart for others.
you talk to strangers
and think you've been places
you've never seen.
and yet,
you get up
and you live
and you do it again
and again-
you think this is normal?
you think you have it all figured out-
you're ******* crazy.*
as the clock slows down
and i catch up to the fast pace
of my beaten heart,
as the world slows to a halt
and i catch my breath
after inhaling sparks
from fallen stars and daydreams
i've never been more certain
i am indeed...
crazy.
crazy for allowing him to capture
the best parts of myself
place them in a jar too tiny-
on a shelf that's too big,
and mislabel them
with a big *** sign that read
"DO NOT TOUCH"
i've never been more certain
that i am indeed...
crazy.
crazy for playing lifesaver
on an already sinking ship
crazy for talking to angels
in the middle of the night
crazy for grasping faith
during moments
when the whole world feels
like the collapse of
a black hole-
in the middle of spring
when everything is trying
to start over.
crazy for living
my life on the inside of his tiny jar
on a shelf that's too big
listening to him scream
getting mixed up daily,
a television broadcast
which gets inturrupted
by an emergency test
test
test
this is only a test,
and if the results show it
fine-
i'm crazy.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 8:57 AM UTC
My grandma gave me a jingle,
as she liked to say,
and asked if I would like to go shopping with her tomorrow.
She knew I would accept her invitation,
as I've never turned her away before,
so I am sure she was counting on an all day road trip
in her purple minivan.
The next morning,
I sat on my front porch,
hands in pocket,
as I waited not so patiently for her to arrive.
My feet tapped the cracked cement
as I watched the red ants
scurry around my shoes.
I tried as hard as I could not to squish any.
With every car that happened to turn onto my road,
I lifted my head up,
expecting it to be her.
First a silver car,
then a gold truck.
After that, a blue van.
Where was the purple minivan
with the fire helmet on the tip of the antenna?
Five minutes turned to twenty,
twenty minutes turned to forty five,
forty five minutes turned into two hours.
Still no crunch of the gravel.
Should I give her a call?
I could have used one of the Lifesaver mints
she had in her purse,
in her pockets,
on the floor of her purple minivan.
Mints calmed the nerves and stimulated the brain,
she always told me.
She would say that
with her slow and patient smile
as she unwrapped another mint.
Just as I began to really worry,
my grandpa gave me a jingle
and told me that grandma overshot my house,
accidentally taking her purple minivan
all the way up into the sky
so she could shop with the angels today.
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 9:23 PM UTC
Gears keep churning.
Midnight oil is burning.
For months on end,
My mind keeps wondering.
How I want to fend away thoughts of when,
You came around.
A switch inside of me turned.
Behold! A soul was found.
My feet hovered above the Earth,
The searchlight you shone illuminated my heart.
Like a plant drawn to sunrays, I unfolded before you.
I waited. But my lifesaver never came.
A Romanesque silhouette can be seen now because of you.
I falter.
May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 9:19 PM UTC
I watch the city
City is beautiful
All the bright lights
and the asphalt that looks soft
I will fall
But then I feel hands
warm hands around my waist
Don't fly little bird don't fly yet
You kissed my neck and whispered
I will never leave you alone again
Lifesaver that's what you are
You keep me alive
You keep me breathing
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
She's feeling down,
So it's time to bring her up.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 8:11 AM UTC
You described your love for me as scary
Something that woke up little children at night, whimpering to their mothers.
You describe my reaction to your saddest story as cold
Like a forest dead and quite in the winter
I left you alone in the cold dead forest, scared and lonely
I left you quietly in the dead of night
I send to you endless amounts of sorrys
I hope that they might come in handy in the dark
ER
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC
Yes, I've no shame in accepting,
'Coz I haven't committed a sin,
I have just loved gorgeously.
In loving her I have been busy,
But now I will not restrict her,
She lives it her childish way.
If she is going to fall this way,
I won't manipulate her now,
She learns on experiencing.
Even I learnt living this way,
So I am afraid of her falling,
She may not get what I got.
May father Time be lenient,
I just want her to be happy,
She'll become the lifesaver.
I promise myself that I'll always be there for her if she needs me and I will never expect anything in return.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
no anchor,
no lifesaver,
just aching arms,
and cramping legs,
swimming towards the
sharks with their fins raised
high like fists, tormenting me
i found my suppression at it's weakest point.
my heart is a vast ocean with absence of any underwater
species and you are the waves with high and low tides, coming
and going as you please. the wanderlust controlled her. it was a major
issue she never fixed. she drifted in and out of our
lives like a static phone call. it was like bleeding out
in a tank full of sharks, accepting the fact that
it was already too late. there
was no goodbye party,
it was only an empty
room filled with
this colossal
guilt
- kra
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
I used to get very annoyed with my mask
each day I’d implore, “Is it too much to ask -
that my glasses don’t steam up when I walk in a shop
or to not have to swallow down buckets of snot?”
But lately my viewpoint has started to waiver
as I discover new uses for this multi-lifesaver
like wiping the grit from my spectacle lenses
or warming my beard when I’m out mending fences.
Then there are subtler means of employ
(I’m not talking about some ***** *** toy)
where this sliver of material,
though appearing unmanly,
has proven itself surprisingly handy.
Only last week, on a long evening walk
I crept into a church round the back of Earls Court
and sat down to the tones of an ***** concerto
that whirled within me like Dante’s Inferno.
Out of the blue I began to cry
emotions stuffed deep inside reached for the sky,
streams gushed forth from each quivering eye lid
I’d not wept so fiercely since being a kid
yet though it did not cover the whole of my face
with my mask pulled high I was
at least,
saved some disgrace.
When this is all over (I promise it will)
hold a thought for how
your mask did fulfill
so many functions,
besides helping you survive
and perhaps carry one in your pocket
to keep the memory alive.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 3:06 AM UTC
You are a lifesaver
You're around when I'm down
I never call out for you
But you're always there for me
I wonder why
I wonder to myself silently
I'm too shy to admit
That to me you're a lifesaver
You
Are
My
Lifesaver
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC
My heart yearns
To hear your voice
In the silence
That surrounds my life.
In a sea of murmurs
Your voice is like a beacon,
Drawing me towards you,
Showing me the way.
When my day is dark
And I think I cannot see,
Simply speaking to me
Ignites a light in my world.
If ever I’m drowning
In a flood of troubles,
Your voice is my lifesaver,
Pulling me to safety.
So soothing to hear
When my emotions are raging.
Instantly calming me
With just a few spoken words.
So speak to me, talk to me,
Take away my fears.
And until the day I die,
Let me take comfort in your voice.
Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 10:02 PM UTC
If you see me on the street walking to my own beat
I'm wearing headphones in attempt to defeat
My voices, no I'm not crazy nor did I make bad choices but yes I hear voices
my insecurity, lack of knowledge make great talking points
And getting them to finally shut up requires my lifesaver, my music
but then you knew this, music saved my life, and blocks my nervous twitch,
so if you see me without my tunes then something is horribly wrong
I love music but don't abuse it... it's my own connection to life, my writings and my songs
Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 5:07 PM UTC
I need a savior,
a real savior,
one- who when I need saving-
won't lazily toss me
a lifesaver made of razors
and call that **** a favor.
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 2:56 AM UTC
in a river flow
you see me I am
a limb or leave
soft demeanor when I float down
I am at nature's mercy;
quite like now.
You see my limbs thrash
trying to tread water as
no one else does
you get high when I am
low when I sink under;
you are my lifesaver.
Then, on the shore I come up on,
you are there, a hand hold,
you are my float.
I've floated on other streams,
went under, many times.
Never came up gasping
seeing my dreams.
Never have I paddled over
limbs and debris,
raised my head and seen
heaven.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
Pretty and silent.
Unspoken but seen.
Beauty,
her eyes.
Surrounded by death,
she stands,
a light in the dark.
A world taken,
yet she keeps it turning.
She keeps those left going.
She's a lifeline, not a lifesaver.
And when all hope is lost,
her heart beats loud and she stands.
She stands to fight.
Even when no one follows,
her hair is swinging in the wind above them.
She is the queen of the apocalypse.
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 2:58 PM UTC
You tell them your sad
And depressed
And tired
So you get attention
But your attention has expired
For once can it be me
Who has someone to care
Someone to tell me
"It's okay" when I'm scared
Scared of my thoughts
Swimming in a pool of anger in my head
They whisper and chant
"Be dead! Be dead!"
But you go ahead
And pretend to be sad
While I'm over here
Looking for a hand to grab
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC