Rubber Ducky Poetry Hour

PoeticWitch · 09-05-2016, 10:13 PM

Crying in my room
Crying in the shower
Crying and hiding
Ripping apart
Tearing apart
Breaking apart
Crying in the morning
Crying in the afternoon
Crying at night
Shattering like glass
Crumbling like stone
Splintering like wood
Crying in my mind
Crying in my heart
Crying in my soul
Begging silently
Imploring silently
Silently asking
For help
For support
Just for a little comfort
Falling away
Sliding away
Plunging down in to the abyss
Feeling invisible
Feeling disoriented
Feeling as if my SELF is vanishing
Body hurting
Mind hurting
Soul hurting
Please someone
Save me
From myself

PoeticWitch · 09-12-2016, 12:47 AM

Heart beating
Breath escaping
Head bopping
To the beat
Feet moving
Hands waving
Body swaying
To the music
My toes
Can feel
The very soul
Of the Mother
Under my feet
The Mother
Is calling
Calling
Me home
Pushing
This wild feeling
Through
My whole entire body
Like the blood
That flows through my veins
The mothers call
Urges me home
Dancing wildly
Singing to my heart and soul
I can never escape
Home
She calls to me
Like a warm bed
On a cold winters night
Like a moth to the flame
I am listening Mother
I am going
Going
Gone
To find my home
It is time to heal
It is time to mend
It is time to be reborn
To recharge my batteries
I am listening Mother
I am going
Going
Gone

PoeticWitch · 09-13-2016, 09:50 PM

Once upon a time
There was a girl
I knew her well
Her name was Poet
And a poet she was
Writing and musing
Of everyday things
Poems of love abound
More poems though
Of noodles
Of seasons
Of colors
Of friendship
And of course heartache
She put to pen
Every thought
To pass through her mind
Some were beautiful
Eloquent even
Others were weird
Weird and demented
Some even perverted
But then she was a poet
And truly poets
Know the perversions of the world
For the perverse
Make good fodder
For poetry

PoeticWitch · 10-21-2016, 01:14 PM

I lay myself down
Praying for dreams
Praying for the sweetest of dreams
Sweet dreams are made of these
But not for me
The Night Mares are stampeding
Through my dreams
Trampling the fields
The fields of love, life, and laughter
They surround me
Stamping their hooves
Fire in their eyes
Smoke coming out in puffs
From their noses
I spin in circles
Looking for a path of escape
But there is no way for me
To escape the rampaging Night Mares
They raise up
And down they come
Crushing me with their hooves
Breaking and smashing my bones
Overwhelming me with fear and pain
That follows me into the light of day
As I wake covered in a cold sweat
My heart beating so hard
I cannot catch my breath
As I cannot wipe the Night Mares from my mind

PoeticWitch · 10-30-2016, 11:52 AM

Enough
When is enough, enough?
So tired of words
Upon words upon words
Of how we as humans
Should be this way or that
But never shows in our actions
We as humans have a choice
To be of a loving nature
Or to be of a wicked nature
Choice is what makes us, us
Humans
What is human nature?
Truly?
Do we have it in our nature
To be altruists?
Or are we truly beasts?
Hidden in skins of a human
When is enough, enough?
Our own Police are being used
Used as soldiers of yesteryear's
To drive the Natives of this land
From this land
Down a trail of tears
Once again
When is enough, enough?
When we as humans
Have the right to cause pain and death
To any living creature
Be it cat, dog, elephant, or whale
When is enough, enough?
Where is God with his righteousness?
Why does he allow children to be abused
And murdered?
When is enough, enough?
When is enough, enough?
When is enough, enough?

PoeticWitch · 09-28-2017, 05:17 PM

Do we fight?
Or lay down to die?
Do we get up swinging?
Or just keep getting kicked?

I am on my knees
Praying for an anwer
From the Almighty
Or my fellow human beings

Waiting and waiting
Straining to hear
An answer
Am I worth it?

Does your life matter?
More than mine?
Whose life is more important?
A man, or a woman, or even a child?

Do we fight today?
Or do we lay down to die tomorrow?
Do we fight for our lives?
Or do we get kicked to death?

I am waiting and waiting
Straining to hear
An answer from humanity
Is there such a thing as compassion?

How much is a life worth?
Is there a price tag?
How much is my life worth?
Or a man, or a woman, or even a child.

Do we fight tomorrow?
Or did we die yesterday?
Do we fight for the lives of those who are to come?
Or do will we kick ourselves for our own stupidity?

I am waiting and waiting
Straining to hear
An answer from the powers up high
Will we survive?

09-05-2016, 10:13 PM	#1
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056676	Save Me Crying in my room Crying in the shower Crying and hiding Ripping apart Tearing apart Breaking apart Crying in the morning Crying in the afternoon Crying at night Shattering like glass Crumbling like stone Splintering like wood Crying in my mind Crying in my heart Crying in my soul Begging silently Imploring silently Silently asking For help For support Just for a little comfort Falling away Sliding away Plunging down in to the abyss Feeling invisible Feeling disoriented Feeling as if my SELF is vanishing Body hurting Mind hurting Soul hurting Please someone Save me From myself __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

09-12-2016, 12:47 AM	#2
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056676	Going Going Gone Heart beating Breath escaping Head bopping To the beat Feet moving Hands waving Body swaying To the music My toes Can feel The very soul Of the Mother Under my feet The Mother Is calling Calling Me home Pushing This wild feeling Through My whole entire body Like the blood That flows through my veins The mothers call Urges me home Dancing wildly Singing to my heart and soul I can never escape Home She calls to me Like a warm bed On a cold winters night Like a moth to the flame I am listening Mother I am going Going Gone To find my home It is time to heal It is time to mend It is time to be reborn To recharge my batteries I am listening Mother I am going Going Gone __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

09-13-2016, 09:50 PM	#3
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056676	Poet Once upon a time There was a girl I knew her well Her name was Poet And a poet she was Writing and musing Of everyday things Poems of love abound More poems though Of noodles Of seasons Of colors Of friendship And of course heartache She put to pen Every thought To pass through her mind Some were beautiful Eloquent even Others were weird Weird and demented Some even perverted But then she was a poet And truly poets Know the perversions of the world For the perverse Make good fodder For poetry __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

10-21-2016, 01:14 PM	#4
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056676	The Night Mares I lay myself down Praying for dreams Praying for the sweetest of dreams Sweet dreams are made of these But not for me The Night Mares are stampeding Through my dreams Trampling the fields The fields of love, life, and laughter They surround me Stamping their hooves Fire in their eyes Smoke coming out in puffs From their noses I spin in circles Looking for a path of escape But there is no way for me To escape the rampaging Night Mares They raise up And down they come Crushing me with their hooves Breaking and smashing my bones Overwhelming me with fear and pain That follows me into the light of day As I wake covered in a cold sweat My heart beating so hard I cannot catch my breath As I cannot wipe the Night Mares from my mind __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

10-30-2016, 11:52 AM	#5
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056676	When Is Enough, Enough? Enough When is enough, enough? So tired of words Upon words upon words Of how we as humans Should be this way or that But never shows in our actions We as humans have a choice To be of a loving nature Or to be of a wicked nature Choice is what makes us, us Humans What is human nature? Truly? Do we have it in our nature To be altruists? Or are we truly beasts? Hidden in skins of a human When is enough, enough? Our own Police are being used Used as soldiers of yesteryear's To drive the Natives of this land From this land Down a trail of tears Once again When is enough, enough? When we as humans Have the right to cause pain and death To any living creature Be it cat, dog, elephant, or whale When is enough, enough? Where is God with his righteousness? Why does he allow children to be abused And murdered? When is enough, enough? When is enough, enough? When is enough, enough? __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

09-28-2017, 05:17 PM	#6
PoeticWitch Member How Do You Identify?: Queer... that is all you get Preferred Pronoun?: um... she.. I think... shrug call me anything that pleases ya Relationship Status: Single Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Toledo, Ohio Posts: 562 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 172 Thanked 1,131 Times in 377 Posts Rep Power: 7056676	Fight or Die Do we fight? Or lay down to die? Do we get up swinging? Or just keep getting kicked? I am on my knees Praying for an anwer From the Almighty Or my fellow human beings Waiting and waiting Straining to hear An answer Am I worth it? Does your life matter? More than mine? Whose life is more important? A man, or a woman, or even a child? Do we fight today? Or do we lay down to die tomorrow? Do we fight for our lives? Or do we get kicked to death? I am waiting and waiting Straining to hear An answer from humanity Is there such a thing as compassion? How much is a life worth? Is there a price tag? How much is my life worth? Or a man, or a woman, or even a child. Do we fight tomorrow? Or did we die yesterday? Do we fight for the lives of those who are to come? Or do will we kick ourselves for our own stupidity? I am waiting and waiting Straining to hear An answer from the powers up high Will we survive? __________________ Things happen, no rhyme or reason, either learn from it and grow. Or don't and fail this part of life.

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