Posts tagged ‘abandonment’

May 7, 2018

Ballad of a Stray

by Nick Anthony

“Shoo!” they say to me all day,
As I wander, unwanted and alone,
Down lonely streets, looking for meat,
And a dry place to call my home.

Among the two-legs, I scavenge their dregs
My ribs bruised by their kicks,
While snobby Maltese snub my maladies:
Rabid and half consumed by ticks. 

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June 30, 2017


by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The rich young ruler
had asked Jesus,
“What must I do to be saved?”
and after every thing
Jesus told him
he answered, “I have done that”

then the final question
that passed between them
was from the rich young ruler
to Jesus

“What more do I need to do?”
Jesus looked deeply
into his eyes

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April 18, 2017

I Say That I Lost You

by braveandrecklessblog

I say that I lost you

as though you were an umbrella

that I carelessly left on the bus

after the summer rain had stopped

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February 2, 2015

Rivulets of Despair

by Seafarrwide


She stood numbly watching the rivulets

Of water streaming down her legs

Feeling nothing but seeing everything

Watching the young innocent girl she knew

Waving goodbye with tears in her eyes

Scrubbing harder, her skin turning red

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March 24, 2014


by dokurtybitz

I found an email
From you to me,
Back when
We were happy together,
But now
I wonder,
How you are,
What you’re doing,

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June 11, 2013

Desserts is Stressed spelt backwards

by willowdot21

Look at those cushions, they are not straight. The dust on this coffee table is inches thick. Clean it up now you lazy bitch you know mess is something I hate.

Do it now, go, move you make me feel sick.

Don’t stand there staring as if you were thick.

The kids have wrecked the bathroom,  move your arse and sort them now. I don’t give a damn about your aching head.

Where is my dinner I have been at work all day, have  you even heard a  word I have said.

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September 19, 2012

Inner Child

by Bodhirose


Photo:  Google Images

Tossing and turning
in the lingering mugginess
of a summer’s night,
sleep is elusive.
Positioning myself in the
moonbeam pattern of light
playing across the bed,
I somehow now seem cooler there.

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