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I am so happy you came to join us here at the Poetry Corner with Poison Ivy and Friends. Today, you will be reading the 2nd edition of the Bedtime Story Poems Series. There is a new poet who'll be making a debut along with some of our seasoned Poetry Corner poets.
POETRY CHALLENGE
Continuing with the Bedtime Story theme, participants were to write a new bedtime story poem of a "Lesson Learned." We've all experienced something or we known someone who's learned a lesson in all kinds of way, so our poets are going to paint you a pictured of such a lesson learned.
Continuing with the Bedtime Story theme, participants were to write a new bedtime story poem of a "Lesson Learned." We've all experienced something or we known someone who's learned a lesson in all kinds of way, so our poets are going to paint you a pictured of such a lesson learned.
Are you ready for some more bedtime story poetry?
If you answered Yes, sit back, relax and happy reading.
BEDTIME STORY POEM #1
Illustration created by Rachael Derheim
Pieces of Me by Rachael Deheim
As I get ready for bed,
I can't help, but to feel this is just another night of
sleepless dred.
I crawl in bed to pray,
But my mind wanders to a story,
That leads my heart astray.
I drift away to my past,
And oh so fast.
To a time, before you took my innocence.
To a time, when I believed true love exist.
And my esteem,
Flowed through me,
Like a mighty stream.
My life was a wonderous dream.
I could look at myself,
And I could see my beauty.
It was as if I,
Was a masterpiece.
So very colorful,
I was like the Golden Archangel.
Then along you came,
And set my heart aflame.
But instead of love being exemplifying,
It was agonizing.
Burning abrasions on my soul.
You enslaved me,
with your aggressive control.
And through your affliction,
I gave you all of my affection.
But, oh, how it took it's toll.
Because like old art,
I became fragile,
And I began to fall apart.
I started losing pieces of me,
And seeing differences.
You were my Zeus,
In an enraged sea,
And all I wanted ,
was for you to
seduce,
Me.
Through your obtuse abuse,
You unknowingly,
tied my noose.
My broken and fallen pieces were fading,
I felt inside,
I was dying.
The bruises and gashes you left on me,
Were deeper than my flesh,
And we're as dark as coal,
on a miner's vest.
I stared at my reflection, for days in the mirror,
And all I felt was inferior.
Your broken promises,
Were the art,
To my token of damages.
In time,
As if it was a role for you to play,
You became a troll,
And hit me again.
Once, Twice, Thrice...
The pain was sharp,
Like that of a carnal cannibal,
Feeding on what was left of my heart.
Feeding as if it was,
Sweet filled puzzle pieces,
That you didn't want me to put back together.
Through tear filled eyes,
I begged,
For it all to end.
For I was,
Too tired to make
a mend.
But, in my moment of despair,
I suddenly became aware,
That I had an extreme strength inside of me.
And it was, my time to blissfully redeem.
So, in that moment,
I became tough.
Because I decided,
I had had enough.
And the broken pieces of me,
became so colorful and artful.
I began to see myself,
And truly admire,
Each lively piece as I bonded them adequately back together with love.
And for the first time since this agony,
I saw my beauty,
My art,
My colors,
My worth,
My strength,
My purpose.
I saw me!
That's when I truly understood the beauty of the pieces of me!!
BEDTIME STORY POEM #2
“Little Miss” by Jesse Batista
So nice to all, this little Miss
Nice to their face but, to their back a hiss
Talked the game and made the plays
Happiness would last but a short few days
Back to the turmoil and certain lies
Back to the treachery and welcoming disguise
Back to the wallets and the needless desires
Back to all the demands of what she requires
All done with a smile and a cordial wink
Little did she know she’d be brought to the brink
The mask removed and the truth exposed
One by one the doors got closed
An angry slam here and a loud crash there
She was left in emptiness, left to only stare
Left alone by her own misdeeds
The light has left, torment proceeds
Her surroundings now barren and depressingly stark
You are who you are when you’re alone in the dark.
BEDTIME STORY POEM #3
BEDTIME STORY POEM #4
LIVED AND LEARNED by Lozt Poet
As I lay me down to sleep
I lay in darkness as I begin to slumber deep.
Thoughts swirl and fill my head,
Things I’ve done and things I’ve said.
I think back on what I’ve been through,
I try to think of the good things, but only the bad comes through.
My heart beats fast as memories come rushing back like a furious flood,
The darkness swallows me and I find myself drenched in blood.
I look around searching for a friend or a hand to hold,
But alas I am left to my own device, alone and cold.
I begin to question why there is nobody to be found,
But before I finish the question the answers abound.
It was because of the way I have acted towards those I held near,
Those who treated me kind and in times of distress lent me their ear.
I had nobody to blame for being alone wallowing in my own demise,
By the way I treated those who called me friend, this ending for me was no surprise.
I looked around and knew then that I had to make a choice,
I had to break free of this curse I had cast on myself through my actions and my voice.
I picked myself off the ground and found a pool where I could cleanse my aura and cleanse my soul,
I made a choice to begin my journey anew and try to make myself complete and whole.
I looked back at the people whose life I have filled with pain,
I promised myself that although I might not be able to take it away I would never do it to anyone ever again.
I won’t ask for forgiveness because it is something I believe haven’t earned,
But I promise that as I look back at that part of my life that I have lived, my lesson has been learned.
THE END
OUTSTANDING!!
As I receieved each submission for this challenge, I was left speechless. Each poet did a phenomenal job, as they always do. As I read through these bedtime story poems, I am still left no words. That is a very good thing.
Thank you readers for joining us again. I do hope you enjoyed all the bedtime story poems just as much as I did.
Thank you poets for blowing us all away with these unique "Lessons Learned" experiences. It's always a pleasure to see your work.
Keep writing and expressing yourself to the world.
Kindly leave a comment below. We enjoy reading your comments and hearing what you think about the poetry we've shared with you. Thanks again!
BEDTIME STORY POEM #1
Pieces of Me by Rachael Deheim
As I get ready for bed,
I can't help, but to feel this is just another night of
sleepless dred.
I crawl in bed to pray,
But my mind wanders to a story,
That leads my heart astray.
I drift away to my past,
And oh so fast.
To a time, before you took my innocence.
To a time, when I believed true love exist.
And my esteem,
Flowed through me,
Like a mighty stream.
My life was a wonderous dream.
I could look at myself,
And I could see my beauty.
It was as if I,
Was a masterpiece.
So very colorful,
I was like the Golden Archangel.
Then along you came,
And set my heart aflame.
But instead of love being exemplifying,
It was agonizing.
Burning abrasions on my soul.
You enslaved me,
with your aggressive control.
And through your affliction,
I gave you all of my affection.
But, oh, how it took it's toll.
Because like old art,
I became fragile,
And I began to fall apart.
I started losing pieces of me,
And seeing differences.
You were my Zeus,
In an enraged sea,
And all I wanted ,
was for you to
seduce,
Me.
Through your obtuse abuse,
You unknowingly,
tied my noose.
My broken and fallen pieces were fading,
I felt inside,
I was dying.
The bruises and gashes you left on me,
Were deeper than my flesh,
And we're as dark as coal,
on a miner's vest.
I stared at my reflection, for days in the mirror,
And all I felt was inferior.
Your broken promises,
Were the art,
To my token of damages.
In time,
As if it was a role for you to play,
You became a troll,
And hit me again.
Once, Twice, Thrice...
The pain was sharp,
Like that of a carnal cannibal,
Feeding on what was left of my heart.
Feeding as if it was,
Sweet filled puzzle pieces,
That you didn't want me to put back together.
Through tear filled eyes,
I begged,
For it all to end.
For I was,
Too tired to make
a mend.
But, in my moment of despair,
I suddenly became aware,
That I had an extreme strength inside of me.
And it was, my time to blissfully redeem.
So, in that moment,
I became tough.
Because I decided,
I had had enough.
And the broken pieces of me,
became so colorful and artful.
I began to see myself,
And truly admire,
Each lively piece as I bonded them adequately back together with love.
And for the first time since this agony,
I saw my beauty,
My art,
My colors,
My worth,
My strength,
My purpose.
I saw me!
That's when I truly understood the beauty of the pieces of me!!
BEDTIME STORY POEM #2
“Little Miss” by Jesse Batista
So nice to all, this little Miss
Nice to their face but, to their back a hiss
Talked the game and made the plays
Happiness would last but a short few days
Back to the turmoil and certain lies
Back to the treachery and welcoming disguise
Back to the wallets and the needless desires
Back to all the demands of what she requires
All done with a smile and a cordial wink
Little did she know she’d be brought to the brink
The mask removed and the truth exposed
One by one the doors got closed
An angry slam here and a loud crash there
She was left in emptiness, left to only stare
Left alone by her own misdeeds
The light has left, torment proceeds
Her surroundings now barren and depressingly stark
You are who you are when you’re alone in the dark.
BEDTIME STORY POEM #3
Life Long by Sebastian Andrews
The wait for revenge has been life long
Revenge To someone who done him wrong
Impatiently waiting as the day Presents
Remembering that fateful day’s events
Peeking in windows and Sneaking around
Remaining quiet and trying not to be found
Many told him it was so long ago
Move on forward and let it go
Driven by hate and wild desire
His heart was empty and his soul on fire
Here and now the moment has come
The clocked stop ticking, the chord was strung
With flick and jab the deed was done
A feeling of justice felt he had won
Out the window appeared two little eyes
Eyes that saw him and a little boy cries
A boy that now seeks revenge
After a lifelong torment, he will avenge.
BEDTIME STORY POEM #4
LIVED AND LEARNED by Lozt Poet
As I lay me down to sleep
I lay in darkness as I begin to slumber deep.
Thoughts swirl and fill my head,
Things I’ve done and things I’ve said.
I think back on what I’ve been through,
I try to think of the good things, but only the bad comes through.
My heart beats fast as memories come rushing back like a furious flood,
The darkness swallows me and I find myself drenched in blood.
I look around searching for a friend or a hand to hold,
But alas I am left to my own device, alone and cold.
I begin to question why there is nobody to be found,
But before I finish the question the answers abound.
It was because of the way I have acted towards those I held near,
Those who treated me kind and in times of distress lent me their ear.
I had nobody to blame for being alone wallowing in my own demise,
By the way I treated those who called me friend, this ending for me was no surprise.
I looked around and knew then that I had to make a choice,
I had to break free of this curse I had cast on myself through my actions and my voice.
I picked myself off the ground and found a pool where I could cleanse my aura and cleanse my soul,
I made a choice to begin my journey anew and try to make myself complete and whole.
I looked back at the people whose life I have filled with pain,
I promised myself that although I might not be able to take it away I would never do it to anyone ever again.
I won’t ask for forgiveness because it is something I believe haven’t earned,
But I promise that as I look back at that part of my life that I have lived, my lesson has been learned.
THE END
OUTSTANDING!!
As I receieved each submission for this challenge, I was left speechless. Each poet did a phenomenal job, as they always do. As I read through these bedtime story poems, I am still left no words. That is a very good thing.
Thank you readers for joining us again. I do hope you enjoyed all the bedtime story poems just as much as I did.
Thank you poets for blowing us all away with these unique "Lessons Learned" experiences. It's always a pleasure to see your work.
Keep writing and expressing yourself to the world.
Kindly leave a comment below. We enjoy reading your comments and hearing what you think about the poetry we've shared with you. Thanks again!
