Broken
Broken in spirit. Broken in heart.
Broken in pieces just falling apart.
Emotional pain. Deep in despair.
No one to love and no one who cares.
Broken in spirit. Broken in heart.
Broken in pieces just falling apart.
Emotional pain. Deep in despair.
No one to love and no one who cares.
Why do I fade to gray when everyone else is bright?
Why am I without color living between black and white?
Why am I held captive in a place that is unknown?
Why am I invisible and living in the gray zone?
Marcia,
It is now July 9, 2025.
Are things any better?
Prayers are with you, even though I do not know you except for your poems on this website.
God bless.
in Special Friend Poems
When days seem dark and it feels like rain,
you bring your light to brighten the day.
You bring a ray of sunshine along with hope
whenever times get rough and it's hard to cope.
The map of the heart is a rugged terrain
that throws you off course causing pleasure or pain.
Uncharted territory with no paths or roads
where battles are fought or love can grow.
I'm so delighted you chose to promote this poem, as through this I discovered the rest of your poems published by Family Friends. A wonderful discovery - keep writing. Best wishes, Ann.
in Change Poems
I cherish the moments we once shared,
those were the times when Heaven was near.
But now I linger in the in-between
torn between the past and a future unforeseen.
Peggy, Thank you so much for your heartfelt message. I'm deeply moved to know that In-Between resonated with you and brought some comfort during this tender time in your life. I'm so sorry...
in Relationship Poems
The pull of my heart is too strong to ignore.
You hold me by the heartstrings like no one before.
Whenever I'm near you my heart skips a beat.
My heart is tied to yours to make it complete.
We never saw it coming when our friendship first began,
but it became a sweet romance that set off destiny's plan.
Having a love to treasure and a love to defend
is the fire and passion in a flame and a friend.
Inked in attitude, it's clear to see
in the way you glance and step towards me.
A body detailed in intricate tattoos,
marked in confidence as you own the room.
in Relationship Poems
When power meets surrender, a contract is made,
consent is granted to trust and obey.
A willingness to submit, to relinquish control,
to surrender the body, to yield heart and soul.
Do you feel the joy when silver bells are ringing
and when you hear the voices of Christmas carolers singing?
Do you feel in awe of the night sky's brightest star,
and feel the blessing that Christmas brings deep inside your heart?