"shae" poems
So painfully aware of being apart
from that which gives me my breath
helps to maintain the rhythmic beating
of my swollen heart--
So horribly bereft at having said goodbye
to one who has always kept me here
who has cradled me, held me tight
through every moment of my every sigh--
So hauntingly sure I will not survive
that life will have no meaning
with you not here to hold, to guard,
to keep me alive--
And so forlornly looking as you saunter away
your laugh, your jokes, your smiles and gentle heart
all that gave me reason to wake up
and live another god-forsaken day--
But so determined this time to carry on
to make it through without you here
to somehow hold myself together without you
and to just make it until the break of dawn...
©Amy Shae 2015
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
There is something magical
yet frightening
about awakening
to a new day--
on the one hand
I'm alive
and ready to
go in search of a way
to make it through
to live
to survive
until tomorrow
finally comes
but on the other hand
I ache at times
to just hear
the beating, the rhythm
of the death toll drums--
why am I here?
keeps droning on and on
through my soul
and everywhere I look
I search others' eyes
hoping that if they know
they will fill me in,
give me a clue
so that perhaps one day
something will come through
instead of dread and fear
whenever I look off in the distance
or even gaze at what's near--
perhaps today life will give to me
a brand new way
to open my eyes and really see?
by Ami Shae
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
How did it happen?
How did every human being
on the planet
become so broken,
so ill equipped to deal
with the realities of life?
How did it happen?
What turned me into one
who cannot fathom bliss
one who cannot see even a sliver of light
on a dark, cloud filled day?
How did it happen?
I look everywhere for just ONE,
just one positive, caring soul
who has FAITH in this world
that mankind will not consume me
and all else that lives
upon this earth of ours.
How did it happen?
No where is there relief
from pain, from fright, from inhumanity
and cruelty of heart--
all I see anymore is hate and fear
and a collected effort
to simply destroy all.
How did it happen?
by Ami Shae
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 9:34 AM UTC
Held in place by an insatiable jolt, he heeds.
A feminine landscape, gracious in its bearing
and fiducial in character and grace,
commands the screen by way of a privileged audience.
Words of a genuine spirit are uttered,
producing a flavor of static serenity
potent enough to lead the meek away from sorrow
and into her pacifying warmth.
Majestic, both in name and persona,
normalized greys are cast aside
in favor of Kore’s illuminating, celestial sky.
Wrath disintegrates at her muted embrace and euphony.
William himself would reanimate
had life given him the gift of time
in servitude of the Priestess and her
tender and captivating adjudication:
“Et’rnity beest damn’d f’r having did produce an embodiment of majestic grace.”
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 6:16 PM UTC
Contemplating marriage,
Among other things.
The thought of having someone beside me
Whose completely, consistently, confidently
By my side for the majority of the day
Is exciting.
Especially one such as myself,
One whose mind is filled with consternation
And an inability to assauge inaction.
Something as simple as holding hands
And introducing her to several of my favourite bands;
Strolling along the sands,
Traveling the world and all its lands.
Boys around me complain at the thought of being cuffed,
But I'd consider myself chuffed --
Seeing a mutual love that wasn't bluffed,
Teasing her with little jokes as she huffed and puffed.
Only having met you for several moments yesterday,
The conversation having begun with something similar to a, "Hey."
Your friend Jude seemed to keep you at bay,
A bashfulness overcoming you, something you couldn't allay.
If I may,
You reminded me so much of Shae.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Hello, Poetry? Keith W Fletcher Poems Dec 2016 Back from the edge
It will soon mark 7 long silent filled years since the pain and depression that ended up inspiring this poem. During the band days of yesteryear we always had a chance to get together on this type of summer/ autumn holidays and raise hell and make noise and it was like a big family, so I repost this one here for whatever I can get out of it this time and for all that are ln need, for then (by all means) especially for you as well!
As if from out of nowhere Gnarled Twisted fingers With jagged rusting fingernails Reached out ... Grabbing me Dragging me... Back From going over the precipice Stopping the headlong tumble Into that deep dark echoless Abyss At that critical moment of complete systems failure ...When the call of the Void Seems impossible to deny Convinced That falling through the darkness Would seem as if I could fly Ive sensed that the siren song was calling to me As it had been all along So ,Just as I let Go ... Leaning in Relinquishing control Those wrinkled withered hands With the Twisted gnarled fingers And those rusted over fingernails Pulled me back... With Strength incomprehensible Freeing a Sinister scream of agony Pure pain and despair Ripping out and splitting the air As it rose up from the depths Of that deep Darkness... that Echoless void Someone had reached out... ... To save me So I turned to see who... it was That had pulled me back Wondering how it is... ... That they knew There was no one there Just the last fading remnants Of a shadow on the wall So I smile to the Fates As I gather paper and pen Making a note for my future Lest I ever forget and Tumble back in Then with withered and wrinkled hands I Hold Steady to the notepad With rusting fingernail adorned Twisted and gnarled fingers I begin A whole different flight As I begin to write Keith W Fletcher Written by Keith W Fletcher Oklahoma 490 naǧí, Ryn, Ami Shae, Keith Wilson, J Robert Fallon III, and 1 other Ami Shae Ami Shae Wow!!! This is one of the best writes I've ever read! Gives me hope! Thank you!!! 0 1 reply Dec 2016
Jul 4, 2019
Jul 4, 2019 at 7:24 PM UTC
A girl full of promise and wonder
but she was hit by malice and fell under
You blame her for falling
but how could you shame her for she was only forestalling
You care about her and you don't want her to give in
yet you don't bare with her and that is unforgiven
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Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC