Category: The Poets Heart

This section contains poems written to capture emotional truth through rhythm, line, and compression. These pieces focus on feeling, voice, and immediacy rather than narrative sequence or explanation.

The writing may draw from lived experience, memory, and observation, but it is shaped by image, sound, and pause. Meaning often emerges through what is suggested as much as what is stated.

This space is for readers who want language that resonates rather than instructs, and who are willing to sit with intensity, ambiguity, and insight.

Seize the day

July 2014

How ironic that I am currently lingering in the same place… Must be a habit😜

Lingering In bed with so much to do
Haven’t enough energy to get out of bed
Laying here working on my thoughts to subdue

I cling to my pillow and write a poem instead
Push that thought over there and this one over here
Keeping the ones I don’t want to forget

Lazily I turn to this day as I peer
Into its list of activities it bids me to attempt
I calculate the time and some will wait I fear

I reluctantly release pillow to begin my assent
Nothing gets accomplished while lingering amongst sheets
Although their comforting warmth sure do tempt

I arise to face the day and it’s activities defeat
Until this evening,my pillow, once again to it I’ll retreat

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Stabbing Words

verbal abuse is more harmful than physical abuse

Your words are like stab wounds
Penetrating deeply
As warm blood gently spills
Out into ink
A stab to the arm
No longer able to hold you
Or my babies
A stab to the neck
Where your kisses used to fall
A stab to the leg
So I can no longer run
Run away from you
A stab to my stomach
Where I had this gut feeling
That all of the past would
Eventually come back to haunt
A stab to the chest
I can no longer breathe
A stab to the heart
No more love to be felt
Multiple stab wounds from
Multiple words have left me
Writhing in pain and despair
Breathless and speechless
And no longer a care

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Being vulnerable 

originally written from a Word Prompt…. A few months before my separation in 2014

I penned my heart and soul to you. 

 You grind your teeth and sneer. 

I wrote of love, devotion and friendship. 

You rolled your eyes as you crumpled my paper. 

I poured out my deepest feelings. 

You trampled them to ashes. 

It was 13 years ago yet I remember each detail vividly. 

I stopped writing because of you. 

I recently started writing again, because of you. 

Because of all the pain you caused my bleeding heart. 

Finally I could release my anger, pain, bitterness, fear and resentment. 

I faced them. 

 I faced you. 

You no longer scare me. 

But to share my writings with you leaves me open and vulnerable. 

Why? 

Do I value your opinion that much? 

I guess I do. 

 I want to trust you with my heart. 

 I want to open up. 

But I don’t want to feel so vulnerable or fall prey to your criticism. 

All I seek is your approval and value. 

I need to continue to remember that I am valued and approved by the One higher then you. 

Am I willing to risk being vulnerable to you? 

I want to,
I want to take that risk. 

I am scared. 

I am extremely protective of my heart. 

Maybe with little baby steps I can take the risk and allow myself to be vulnerable. 

 

Vulnerability – Don Charisma’s Prompt http://doncharisma.org/2014/05/07/vulnerability-don-charisma-s-prompt/

To the Trees

To the trees I will sing
To the trees I will scream
You will not see you affecting me

I will sing of love that’s lost
I will scream of what you cost
You will not hear me sing of love to thee

To the trees I will sing
To the trees I will scream
You will not see you affecting me

You will not see you affecting me

I will sing of darkness lit
I will scream of how hard this hit
You will not hear me screaming for you

To the trees I will sing
To the trees I will scream
You will not see you affecting me

You will not see you affecting me
You will not see you afflicting me

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The Conjuring 

This is what it feels like or looks like living with an abuser

The conjuring

All around you they fly
The Demons of your head
To Torment and divide you
Telling you what to think
If you listen you will sink
Turn them down
They’re screaming your name
On your fear they feast
The Demons of your head

I can call them by name
Counting them one at a time
They came to greet me
The demons of your head

They’re flying at me
To torment and divide me
Telling me what to think
If I listen I will sink
Trying to turn them down
As they scream my name
Feasting on my fear
The demons of your head

Your demons are in my head
Flying all around
Tormenting and telling me
What to think
They’re screaming my name
I think I might sink
Your demons are screaming my name

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The past

2014

The past does not define me
But it brought me to this place
Scaring the shit out of me
Making my heart race

The past does not define me
But made me who I am
A broken winged birdie
Flightless, God damn.

The past does not define me
It shows me where I’m at
In prison bars entrapped
A raving insomniac

The past does not define me
But it sure created my life
This life I’ve invested
Paying a great price

The past does not define me
But it sure created my life

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You’re going to make it

Your gonna make it thru

You may not truely understand
Why you’ve faced such sorrows
Those times have felt like quicksand
Like there’s no tomorrow

Every time you faced a tragedy
You found it hard to grow
When surrounded by depravity
You said its time to go

You have more going for you
More than you really know
Your a person of great value
A friend not a foe

You’re going to make it thru this
It’s going to be ok
An end to this sorrow
An end to your dismay

You’re going to make it through this
It’s going to be ok

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My daughters broken heart

My daughters broken heart

August 2014

Broken-hearted again
For me would be in vain
But for my little girl
Her daddy was her world

How can a father leave
It’s hard for me to conceive
Not even say goodbye
I can only stand by

And watch her tears stream down
From her big eyes of brown
Her bleeding heart poured out
Through her brown eyes spout

I set my pain aside
My broken heart I’ll hide
And take the time to heal
As before my girl I kneel

And let her hug and hold
As I lovingly enfold
Her precious body in my arms
Wishing to protect her heart from harm

From harm, hurt, and pain
I wish my arms could constrain
But for now I hold her tight
As her daddy silently takes flight

To my sweet 8yr old daughter

The Edge

The Edge

July 2014

Today marks the first day of the rest of my life. I have been in an abusive relationship for over 24 years. 4 years ago, I had the courage to call the police and file a restraining order. He changed a lot. But not completely. I made excuses for him over and over, and even today. As history repeats itself, I had to call the police again today so he would leave. This time is different. This time, I am not afraid to venture out on my own. Today, I officially enter the realm of single-mom-hood. Wish me well.

You pushed me to the edge
Of where I was afraid to jump
You pushed me further off the ledge
My fears I was forced to confront

I took the plunge with shaking courage
Not for me but for the kids
For the kids I stayed in marriage
Entangled in insanities bondage

Now I spread my wings to fly
No longer held in prison bars
Anxious to soar towards the sky
Soon to be amongst the stars