Poetry

Progress

The blank page

Beckons while the cursor

Blinks, menacingly. It’s

Waiting for my coffee

To be drunk, for my laundry

To be folded. Pandora

Beeps.

Asking, “Are you still there?”

Demanding immediate action

Yet I remain

Unmoved, attempting to

Wrangle thoughts that

Struggle against constraints

Yearning for freedom that

Lies beyond the

Open window.

 

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Poetry

One Regret

My one regret:

That seed of bitterness buried deep in my heart

I try to forgive, try to forget

But you were supposed to protect me, not break me apart

I choke on weeds when I think of your name

Feeling pierced by thorns when I see your face

When I wake at night, heart dead in my chest

As sobs cycle through, chasing away any chance of rest

My vision runs red, as I struggle, not knowing what to do

Wishing to blackout, just so that I can stop thinking of you

It’s hard to forgive, it’s hard to forget.

That you will always be,

the one who abandoned me,

My one everlasting regret.

 

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Poetry

Write

Write,

Come on, it’s not that hard

“Her eyes like the sun, scorching like Hell”

Not very good.

 

Write,

Come on, put something down

“His hands like velvet, choking me”

Not much better.

Write,

Come on, poets do this everyday

And yet,

When I try to write the words

I don’t know what to say

 

I could languish away

Never quenched by the poet’s water

Cascading, flowing, gushing, vomiting

Into a dry savannah

 

I could starve to death

Never satisfied by the poet’s love

The incandescent touch that

Grates and chafes

 

Write,

Write me something beautiful and revolting

Something appealing yet grotesque

Write, about anything.

 

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Poetry

Home

Some of the base molding is missing

and there are small cracks in some of the walls

Dents from previous tenants

And putty-filled holes

But to me, this house

Is our home

In this place,

I lay down by your side

And awake to see your glorious blue eyes

Here, we love and laugh and play

Here, we exist in our own little world

Wherein you are King and I am Queen

And I would not have it

Any other way.

 

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Poetry

The Virtue of Reaching Out

Thrown to the ground

In nothing but a sheet

She shivers, trembles, and shrinks

Into the hot sand

Wishing, praying, begging that

it might swallow her whole

Harsh voices raising, roaring,

Accusing, Branding, Charging

Spit and spittle splatter

Flung against her face

Rock rumble in hungry hands

Waiting, wanting, to be thrown

Then,

He is there

Extending, Offering

A Hand

 

The Seven Virtues were created to combat each of the Seven Deadly Sins. These Seven Virtues first appeared tied together in an epic poem titled Pschomachia, written by Aurelius Clemens Prudentius, a Christian governor of the 400s AD. To battle Envy, there is kindness.

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Kindness is the act of showing compassion or mercy to someone who may or may not deserve it. Kindness can be shown in small or large ways. This poem was inspired by the kindness that Jesus showed the adulteress in John 7.

Happy Writing Everyone!

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Poetry

The Virtue of Time

What is the passage

                             Of time

                                             Except for

An opportunity

                          For Growth?

 

The Seven Virtues were created to combat each of the Seven Deadly Sins. These Seven Virtues first appeared tied together in an epic poem titled Pschomachia, written by Aurelius Clemens Prudentius, a Christian governor of the 400s AD. To battle Wrath, there is Patience.

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EnCarlo Dolci – Alegoria da Paciência , 1677 (portrait of a woman as ‘Patience ‘)

Patience is the ability to accept a delay or an upset without responding negatively. Patience, in my opinion, is one of the hardest virtues that requires we see patience as an opportunity for self-growth.

Happy Writing Everyone!

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Poetry

The Deadliest Sin

You can have me

Her

Him

Whatever, Whoever

Whenever you want.

Lips as sweet as honey

And as sticky as glue

A tongue that slips through your teeth

Tainting your mouth

With acid

 

Why run when you

Can stay and play?

Stay, and do with me

Him

Her

Whoever,

However you will.

Soft skin

Dissolves, falls, reveals

A hollowed skeleton within

Glowing eyes

Turn, burn, expose

An emptied soul

 

 

***Credit for the amazing image displayed alongside this poem goes to Marta Dahlig. I found her collection of the Seven Deadly Sins years and years ago. When I decided to embark on this project, I immediately recollected her collection and knew that I wanted to showcase her amazing art. If you love this picture, be sure to check out her other work on DeviantArt.

Lust

This series of poems was written in response to a prompt that I saw on Pinterest. As you might have realized, this poem is way different than all of the previous “Seven Deadly Sin” poems. In this poem, the speaker and the “sin” are at war with one another within the poem as each try to reach out to the reader. Lust wants the reader to do as they please (and suffer for it) while the speaker is encouraging the reader to exercise restraint.

Lust is not love (just throwing that out there.) Lust is the excessive focus on sexual desire which can be accomplished alone or with others. I consider it the deadliest of the seven sins because of what lust has done to our world. Lust is responsible for a myriad of evils such as STDs, affairs, divorce, rape, etc.

Happy Writing Everyone!

See the rest of my Deadly Seven Sins poems here:

Pride

Gluttony

Greed

Sloth

Wrath

Envy

Lust

 

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Poetry

The Possessive Sin

It should be mine.

She

Slides softly

Skirting

Across the ground

A slight hiss

Fills the air

Leaves rustle

Twigs crack

Fangs bared

Poison drips

She strikes.

It is mine.

***Credit for the amazing image displayed alongside this poem goes to Marta Dahlig. I found her collection of the Seven Deadly Sins years and years ago. When I decided to embark on this project, I immediately recollected her collection and knew that I wanted to showcase her amazing art. If you love this picture, be sure to check out her other work on DeviantArt.

Envy

This series of poems was written in response to a prompt that I saw on Pinterest.

Envy, also known as jealously, is desiring what someone else already has. Beyond that, it desires to take that certain something away from the other person.

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Poetry

The Destructive Sin

Burn it all down.

A small spark once took root

Inside the maiden’s heart

Healthy at first,

That evolved into a poison dart

 

Burn it all down.

The anger that grew

Into an inferno

Directed out at the world

Aimed like an arrow

 

Burn it all down.

Once it’s all done, she’ll strut

Through the smoke, bold as brass

Grinning at the world

She reduced to ash.

 

***Credit for the amazing image displayed alongside this poem goes to Marta Dahlig. I found her collection of the Seven Deadly Sins years and years ago. When I decided to embark on this project, I immediately recollected her collection and knew that I wanted to showcase her amazing art. If you love this picture, be sure to check out her other work on DeviantArt.

Wrath

This series of poems was written in response to a prompt that I saw on Pinterest.

Wrath, also known as rage or anger, is perhaps the most physically destructive of all the seven deadly sins. Wrath is the perversion of honest anger or the over excessive obsession with revenge.

Happy Writing Everyone!

 

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Poetry

The Empty Sin

It’s not my problem.

A world in chaos

That burns and twists

A society in shambles that might

Soon no longer exist

People live and people die

Souls go up in smoke

Parents torn and children cry

The family unit now revoked

Still, there she sits

And there she will stay

Swaying softly, blowing bubbles

Until her dying day.

***Credit for the amazing image displayed alongside this poem goes to Marta Dahlig. I found her collection of the Seven Deadly Sins years and years ago. When I decided to embark on this project, I immediately recollected her collection and knew that I wanted to showcase her amazing art. If you love this picture, be sure to check out her other work on DeviantArt.

Sloth

This series of poems was written in response to a prompt that I saw on Pinterest.

Slothfulness, or laziness, is often considered the least harmful of the seven deadly sins. After all, the individual is doing nothing, not harming themselves or anyone else, right? Wrong. “Evil exists when good men fail to act.” Slothfulness is refusing to do what is right due to their lack of desire to act at all.

Happy Writing Everyone!

 

***Please know that I am currently reblogging old blog posts while I am away getting married and going on my honeymoon! I will not be able to approve or reply to comments until late June.***

 

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