Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  04-December 04:33:58 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
 Reference
· Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Drowning and Downing

Contributed by invierno on Friday, 16th May 2014 @ 12:50:25 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished





How deeply must I travel;
not where, but within.
What depths must I plumb,
ripping back my tin of sin?
No sardines, so arranged,
these dark leanings so deranged.
Would I were a scaled fish,
peeling easily with a wish.
My filth is layered,
venal scum; not fit for sharks,
my vile chum;
value as I do my soul,
no release so easy as
a bullet hole.
People like me, He's just swell!
If they only knew the hell
I carry round me as a cape,
ever cloying, no escape.
Perhaps I am as they say,
a decent person in light of day...
respected on so many fronts,
but the one that matters most
a failed punt.
A mind (mine) ever turning tossing,
weighing in on (souls) wins and losses;
a scale only I can hear,
judgement harsh from which I steer.
Who can know the real me?
Only I...just I can see;
my critic judging, oh so harsh,
the wettest bog, most soggy marsh
would repunge if it could
were my body soiled in their 'hood.
My soul I treasure; coddle even,
endeavour far beyond all reason,
twisting sheet to windy whim,
I dig ever deeper,
gleaning little good I see....
tossing sins to deep,
retaining me.




Copyright © invierno ... [ 2014-05-16 12:50:25]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Drowning and Downing (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Friday, 16th May 2014 @ 06:43:56 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
great expression of feelings, tho inner reflection
all the time may make you not feel very good...

hugs n' love nessa


Re: Drowning and Downing (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Sunday, 18th May 2014 @ 03:15:55 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Incredible and depth filled verse.

Michelle


Re: Drowning and Downing (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 23rd May 2014 @ 09:33:46 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Really enjoyed reading this poem on self-analysis/judgement. It made me feel not so unusual; I'm always at it.
After all, when it comes to a verdict, we're the only ones with untainted evidence.
Great read, thanks.




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com