I will go on
painting my pain
in the rain
tainted tears of misery
flowing in my poetry
Manuelle Augustine
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Sunday, December 13, 2015
Looking at the Mirror
Looking at the mirror
I could only see traces of my pains...
Of my wounds that never heals...
Of the time gone by...
Of the memories
of all my tears...
Looking at the mirror
I could not see a trace
of a morrow...
Of a day and a time
When my tears
will dry...
Looking once again
at the mirror
I can see my soul
pleading for hope
For a day...
For a morrow...
Manuelle Augustine
Thursday, December 10, 2015
A Muted Poetry
I say please forgive
I speak no words
my mouth is locked
deep within my heart...
Please forgive
My poetry is mute
rhyming no other lines
But the woes of my broken heart...
Please forgive
No exquisite verses
Just gratefully grateful
for your reading
the voices of my heart...
Manuelle Augustine
Saturday, December 5, 2015
In So Many Times
In so many times
to you
my heart would like
to cry out my pain ...
In so many times
I wish
that you could hear
and see my tears...
In so many times
I wanted you to know
the wounds you caused
in my heart
never heals...
In so many times
I wish i could tell you
how and how much
you hurt me.....
crashing my whole being
into pieces never mending...
Manuelle Augustine
Thursday, November 26, 2015
Dear Broken Heart
God feels your pain
God knows everything...
Through all these years
through your everyday
always keeping you
in His care...
The many sad things
that in your life had happened
caught you trapped
in your never ending pain
draining your whole being...
The lonely dark years
have been so long
and the memories
kept coming back...
Yes they never leave...
they will always stay...
because those memories
are a part of us...
because
they are the memories
of the people we love...
Yes they are the gone pieces
of our broken heart
broken life...
Nothing we can do...
The gone days
we can not bring back...
Breathe now in your today
though things has lost meaning
though the memories of the pain
are what lingers...
Just breathe...
God wants you to know
to Him you have meaning
Quiet now your soul
Just breathe...
and look up to the skies
It's vastness
is God's divine presence...
The mistakes, and tragedies
of the past
can never forfeit
His loving grace in you...
It may have been too long now...
but God's time is always perfect...
It is never late
for us that believes in Him...
Manuelle Augustine
@11272015
Monday, November 23, 2015
Must I Be Gone
Must I be gone
Must I eradicate
my scattered pieces
leaving no traces
of the memories
of all my pain...
Must I be gone
Must I refrain
from penning my heart
so crashed un-mending
and forever be silent
in my world of tears
on my own...
Must I be gone...
Must I stop
holding on in the air
knowing nothing
mean anything
at all...
Manuelle Augustine
@11242015
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Just Scribble
Just scribble
All the content
of your heart
Your screams
in your silence
Your anguish
Your grieving
Every painful
throbbing
Every sobbing
Every weeping
As the tears
on your face
running down
Just let it flow...
Just let it be...
Just scribble...
Your pain
just write them down...
Manuelle Augustine
@1121015
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
The Fallen Leaves in Fall
The fallen leaves in Fall
I took my last chance
to frame-in the images
of the beautiful colors In Fall...
I could not help not stare
at the lovely fallen leaves
as deep in my soul
my heart is flooding
in tears...
As the memories recalls
of the moments
of the words,
of the days
of the love
that I believed was real...
Yet they never last
they have become like
fallen leaves in Fall....
Manuelle Augustine
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
My Truth
It is so sad
but it's the truth
that pain defines
my everyday...
my every minute...
every blink of my eyes...
every throb of my heart...
Through all the day
until I close my eyes
at night...
til I wake up
to another morning
still with tears in my eyes...
Manuelle Augustine
Monday, September 7, 2015
If there is...
If there's a place that I could choose to go...
It is to you...
If there's a time that destiny will bring me back
I will stay in my memories of you...
If there's a life that God will allow me to live
I pray to live my lifetime with you...
Manuelle Augustine
@972015
Tuesday, August 4, 2015
Poetry Challenge 1 of 4
(A reply to a comment by Sir PatrickM)
Yes
I am what I am
The reflection of my soul
The mirror of my heart and mind...
deep within grace unraveling...
But the grace of God
is different with that of man...
The radiance of the beauty of His grace
is mighty and divine...
beyond wonderful...
sublime...
Non-sense to equal
with man
for after all
we are just but dust
in time we be gone...
The beauty we posses
are but fleeting
we never stay
one day we fade away...
But if in God you do not believe
the words i scribble
will never matter
For only those who have faith
in His Deity and Majesty
will know and understand
the beauty and wonder
and the power
of His grace...
Manuelle Augustine
@8/4/2015
Monday, August 3, 2015
Led by His Grace
I always believed
It is Gods grace
that led me to my pen...
He provided the way
for me to breathe
to cry...
to scream...
to release the sorrows
and pains...
He sent the lines
for me to rhyme
comforting
this dying heart of mine...
and in every verse I write
His loving grace
shines......
Manuelle Augustine
@8/2/2015
Sunday, August 2, 2015
In My Poetry
I pen my poetry
to cry out my anguish...
painting in words
the agony and misery
that I can not contain
they are too many
too heavy to bear...
my wounds so deep
so great
they never heal
waiting
for God's miracle...
It's been long
but I am still here
trap in pangs of hurts
and strain
though in poetry I chant
Gods healing grace
yet until now
I am still buried
in my tears...
Too many times
I stumbled and fell
running to and pro
like waves on the seashores
the sadness are winning
my heart whining
still I am drowned
in my bereave...
Again
In my poetry I turn
penning down my pain...
again and again...
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Last Drop of Pain
(A comment to Poetry's Poem)
I pray
my pen may ink
the last drop of pain...
and my heart shall
praise God
through all the rain...
Then shall my sorrows be gone
and my soul may breathe
life and love
again...
Manuelle Augustine
Hall of Poets
@7/28/2015
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
In my reality
Silence...
Stillness...
My heart rests...
After the rain of tears
After all the reflecting
of the things
that I can not change
in this silence
in this stillness
is where I am
in my reality...
Manuelle Augustine
@2015
Sunday, May 24, 2015
In the haze...
Again I gaze
on the memories
I trace the maze
to find my place
In the haze
I see your face
in every detail
of every tears...
Manuelle Augustine
@2015
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Trying to...
Trying to live a day
in a poetry...
Trying to get over sadness
through words...
Trying to exist
through my poem...
Manuelle Augustine
@2015
Tuesday, May 5, 2015
Shattered
Still looking for the right words
to describe the pain...
sadness that in no moment
subsided...
As I lay down my head
on my pillow
tears running down...
In my dark and silent room
could only hear
anguish and weepings
of my grieving soul...
Though refusing to think
of what had been
helping myself to go on living
pushing every step forward
leaving the past behind...
Yet in every step...
in every sigh...
are teardrops
for lost time and hopes...
for shattered faith and love...
Manuelle Augustine
@2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Out from his life...
Out from his life...
he chose her out from his life
the only choice he has
to put her out from his life...
Gone from his life...
he chose her gone from his life
the one who stood by him
through all his battles...
Who grabbed and held him
through all his struggles...
never leaving nor forsaking
embracing his all
and his everything...
He chose her out from his life
the love that he believes...
the dream that he dreamt...
his promises he can never keep...
his only choice is
to choose her gone from his life...
Manuelle Augustine
@2015
Sunday, April 26, 2015
with the wind
All these time
I can hear the cry of my heart
A cry of believing
of hearing the voice
it used to hear...
of the soul that used to be there
though all are loud and clear
All are now but a sad story to tell...
The words...
The heart...
The love ...
They're all now gone
with the wind
they all have flown...
Manuelle Augustine
@2015
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