Bruised… #poetry #photography

gone-are-the-tulips

this once content reed, flails

wind seeks to rip from mooring

torrent twists at peace

dusk to dawn, I wrestle

hot tears silent fall

gash displaces scars sewn shut

*

But light is on the horizon

before ink sets dry

warm breeze blanket will heal

soft rain cleases wounds

faith holds this vessel steadfast

hope will make me whole

This song reminds me that I need not be weighed down by life’s burdens

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Can’t You See the Hunger? #poetry #homeless

Your large eyes

wide open like saucers

empty hands

longing to be held

one look into the world

you can feel it

“Hunger”

a gasp

needing to be expelled

*

Have your lips

tasted more than sawdust?

Has your heart been over filled

with warmth?

Do you circle life

in desperation

ever seeking shelter from

life’s storm

*

Raise your head

never stop your seeking

don’t give way

to darkness and despair

there’s a sunrise, golden

that is peaking

over hope’s horizon

where you’ll be held and fed

I’m trying to address homelessness from many angles. This poem looks straight into the eyes of those who have so little. There is much a person can endure with hope. Without hope however even the best of situations can readily disintegrate.

Inspired by Poet’s United Mid Week Motif Prompt Hunger.

Images © L. Moon 2014

Tattered and Torn #oneshotwednesday #abuse

Crouched in the corner

lights graze my form

front and center

small, faded, forlorn

***

What do they want?

no warmth, only spite

peering and prodding

no “endless delight”

***

Sucking the color

pulling apart

perfectly aimed

at the center of my heart

**

Any one there?

a moment to share

reach out a hand

you – do you dare?

**

I’m not diseased

just lost, confused

I was the kid

no-love, abused

 

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The Ends …

She wanted to believe in…

his candy coated words

She had to…

Last straws

ends of ropes

the vestiges of home

Hope was a four letter word

until it was replaced with another

L-O-V-E

She made…

one last time attempt

to believe

in

“you and me”

When she removed

the rose-colored glasses

there was

only “me”

holding this…

Thanks Garrett Charles for the right photo

*http://www.flickr.com/photos/g-ratphotos/3328593629/sizes/m/in/photostream/

No Hope

Loveless – Who Cares?

Is the sign she read

over the person

who wished he was dead

Loveless – Who Cares

get off the ground

pick up the pieces

stop moping around

Loveless – Who Cares?

no one is there

to comfort you

in an hour of despair

Loveless – Who cares?

life is empty

shades of gray

doesn’t matter anyway

Loveless – Who Cares?

there is nothing left

no hugs or smiles

so – you’re bereft

Loveless  –  Who Cares?

fill an empty space

no one will notice

if I leave this place

thanks for the photo:

(http://www.flickr.com/photos/clumpinglitter/2306211162/)