I lost my heart amongst the roses
and thorns as you slowly choked
me.

Love slowly turned to porcelain
and stone. It shattered under your
pressure.

Your perfume was luring,
you are romantically delusional
polluted with your indulgence
and shady promises.

To love myself I had to lose you.

To the darkness you
dove head first, no thinking
of a future for us.

I lost you to the shadows of
the future of love's indulgence
it got deep and you dug it's grave
before we could speak our vows.

You pushed me into the depths of
your anger and rage until I became
a bleeding wound festering.

The ghost of love's possibilities
still stabs me, burning deep within
my lucid dreams.

It stalks me like a monstrous shadow,
out reached agony clawing at the stitches
of your stab wounds from constant
narcissistic nagging, my heart is throbbing
in raw pain. You keep tugging.

You beat the drums until I became
a painful strum, a broken song stuck
on repeat.

Boom! Bleed! For me
Boom! Bleed! For me.

I'm a river of broken dreams
pooling on the floor, a stain from
a murderous lovers outrage.

You have no love,
only painful strumming
beating at the chambers
of my heart there I locked
myself up. Safety security
away from your nagging agony
of selfish deluted penalties.

I no longer pay your taxes
no more wasted hours trying to
please your narcissistic needs
and broken ideas.

I have ran my roads alone before you,
I am only growing stronger
without you punching my pride
and beating my self-esteem until
it's bruised and burning in pain.

I became the fire you tried to smother,
now I am burning your memory
your ashes blew away on a breath
of winters frozen kiss.

I got one last wish that you
are forever gone.

I want to allow my heart to
make room for possibilities of
love's embrace once more.

I am renovating my heart chambers,
removing the rubble from the ruined
love affairs that you left behind.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Upon this beautiful day
of grateful praise
I send my love
to all the Mom’s.

Because of you a child
has grown, developed,
and prosperously caused
change.

You helped a nation to grow,
its ideas and innovations
are set with your foundations;
as a designer of our lives
your ahead of the table
a cook, nurse, and best friend.

You even stood up when
no one else can, you
brushed off the dirt
and taught us how to
wash our hands.

God bless you.

Happy Mother’s Day!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

My heart like porcelain,
break's fragile and bruised
in between your fingers
as you tightened your grip.

It got tighter each passing year,
one,
two,
three,
four,
five,
six,
seven.

The pieces lay before you,
all you did was watch.

As my heart spilt its blood
and suffering soaking
the floor.

The stain is still
and unchangeable,
seems monstrously eternal.

The depression is deep,
deeper still is the blood
I sacrificed and it is left
pulsating with pain and
unfading memories
of you.

The anxiety you caused
is the worst part.

Waking to your shadow,
hovering over me laughing
and playing games with my
life.

The damages you caused are
long lasting.

I have a choice, to be a victim
or to survive without you.

You are abuse, you are ruin,
you are a broken memory always
running away with my heart.

You taught me how to be afraid,
how to guard my heart and life.

I shouldn't have to protect myself from love,
oh no love is supposed to be
free acceptance and long lasting.

You definitely are long lasting,
you are bruises on my life,
gray eyes that once were blue
oceans of longing on deep nights
of kisses and soft caress.

Now, you're kisses turned to
ashes upon my tongue,
you are only a distant memory
of healing wounds.

A scar!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

He whom we call Lord
cultivates and hydrates the possibilities we crave.

He is the Gardner of our lives,
always watching and protecting
our future.

He is our cultivator and
friend, he gives us provision
and guidance through this
sinful life we are rooted in.

God gives blessings and peace
to those who welcome him
into their lives. So welcome him
with open arms and mind's.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

It's heavy,
It's tightly crunched,
It's bleak,
It's boring,
It's dumb,
It's foggy,
It's murky,
It's doomed to fail.

The writers block
is the deepest pit
anyone could trip over.

It pains,
It pokes,
It ******,
It's​ prevalent ,
and jives.

**© By Amanda D Shelton

I write poetry,
I also write emotions
that I find difficult to express.

Emotions on the ocean,
ride the rolling tides,
like a wave washing ashore
its life, that lives
in its depths.

It gave birth to a poetic format,
emotions too high to express
through a voice.

I come to a crossroads
between emotions and me,
I always share openly.

**© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton

When I take my last breath,
I will fight to be free.

I will struggle with every gasp,
I will drag my strife behind me
tired and wrinkled
even in dusty ruins
I will bare my chains,
in between the teeth of angels
they will break for me.

To set myself free
I will break the boundaries
of my imagination
to see all possibilities
ahead of myself.

In between the teeth of angels
lay heavenly possibilities
and beyond the horizon
dreams await me.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton

Upon the first beating breath
of the universe we expanded
into a blooming existence.

Forever was never included
in the first beating minutes
of our lives, we suffer for it.

We learn how to live
with it, acceptance is
the lesson.

We learn to become a shadow
of our fears, death follows
behind our footsteps and
awareness frightens us as
a reminder.

Aww, the suffering of consciousness
is that like a cool breeze,
it reminds us of our status
in life and age.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

I have a needle and thread always ready.

My scars are witnesses to my struggles.

My bruises are sore but healing.

My heart is stronger but bleeding.

My life is calming but
clouded by pain and rain.

My ocean is stormy but
my destination is clear.

My future is always in front
of me, but my plans don't
always follow my rules.

Sometimes I feel like running
but life keeps tugging holding
me to this spot forcing me
to be patient.

So here I am waiting,
darkness is my old friend
and the four walls are my
security.

Until we meet again,
I leave my whispering
poems of thoughts
for you to read and
ponder upon.

I am like a ****, I grow poetry.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Wisdom doesn’t live on the tip of an owls wings, it comes on a gush of wind that knocks you down.

An owl just stairs and watches you fall. That’s a hoot!👀🦉

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

A skunk is eating the Tweety.

Here's a fair well to Twitter.

May the tweety live on in our
memories.

Tweet tweet Twitter.

You lost your wings when you lost
your mind to the mindless twitter
streams from crazy people.

No one saw your demise.

No one thought you'd fall so hard.

Poor Twitter drowning slowly
in the arms of a greedy narcissist
with shady eyes, and no morals to
stand his ground.

Elon Musk smells like a nasty skunk.

He shot Twitter between the eyes
and laugh's while making money
off his lies and Twitters demise.
I doubt he enjoyed every bite he took
as he slowly devoured it's bones
and feathers. He probably coughed
up the pieces he couldn't disgust
like an owl.

Aduie Twitter, it's been a fun ride.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

These chains are what defines
our relationship.

I want to lift the heaviness
light up the darkness, release
myself from these chains.

Love, you chained my heart
now I feel trapped, I’m
wiggling free I’m crawling
out from the darkness.

My fire is a spark but
it only takes a spark
to restart a heart.

So watch me burn brighter
than before, these chains
are no more.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

It starts out cold and dark,
as poetry heats up the since
bringing light to the window.

As the viewer begins to read.

The poet burns brightly for all
to see.

Time is never ending in
the poetic world.

It can time travel,
age quickly, defy gravity
and change your mind with
just one simple word.

Its like venom to
my poetic desires.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton

Whispers of yesterday linger
in my thoughts, leaving it's after taste
in my mind.

We spent time together, just talking about everything and anything.

These moments are what I
cherish the most.

Reminds me of why it's worth
fighting for.

Love is not a fairly tail,
love can be painful,
love can be kind,
love is ever changing but never declines,
love brings us together
also keeps us strong and
forgiving.

Love teaches us how to look past
flaws and too see beauty in the darkest places.

You are my spark in the deepest
depths of night, you bring me
inspiration and meaning to my life.

Love, it's a wild ride
and I have been waiting in line.

I will always remember yesterday.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

The leafs are growing colder,
curling up on the branches of the tree's.

I can feel the air breathing
it's cold breath on my skin.
As my body shivers
with goosebumps.

I crave coffee more
and warmer foods.

I have the heater on through out
the night and day.

I love the weather
when it cools off through the day.

It's the cold kiss of winter
I crave, when the summer heat
takes so long to go away.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

I can be multiple things
to save me,
I can be the fly on the wall,
I can be my shadow,
I can be a 360 degree view
of my reality.

Abuse built me, my youth
died before it had time to
breathe and I broke free.

Alice walked through the
looking glass and I, I broke
through the mirror shattering
into millions of possibilities
and became the shard's of glass.

I became a poem, line by line
I've laid down my life,
a sacrifice for the digital age.

I become the fly when
I saw you and you flew
into my imagination
and grew into a beautiful
creation.

I am a fly on the wall with
a unique view of you.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

If I had only...

I was able to forget the abuse,
and grew in the light
instead of the darkness
I was forced into,
and ran away from the monsters
before they hurt me,
and ignored the negative views
from others,
and spoke when I needed to be heard.

But it's not too late to live my life...

So here I am speaking my truth
so I can grow past the abuse.

I am like a struggling worm trying
to break free from the dirt
I was force fed.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton

Nothing is left,
the pieces have fallen apart,
until they are too small to see.

I am to insignificant for you
to care,
I am like a wound
itchy and bothersome,
you wish I wasn’t there.

My soul is always out in the open,
it’s bare and naked
for all to see.

My scares are visible,
kinda hard not to see
my suffering,
for I wear my struggles
on my sleeve.

My armor has a weakness,
it is you.
I never forgot how much
I love you.

You are tattooed upon my heart,
I have your name stitched
upon my soul.

Everyone knows who you are
because I have no secrets
no mask to wear.

You are my pain,
my dying heart you hold tightly.

My love you have,
my heart you choked
with your brutal needs for more.

The heart is greedy,
it can cause the mind
to be needy.

Such pain love can bare,
causing the oceans to flood,
the walls to fall into the pushing
oceans of your love.

Doesn’t matter how much I share,
you don’t care.

To my broken love.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

We philosophers find solitude
in the forums.

I march alongside the shadows
of ancient philosophers,
walking in their shoes,
sharing the same passion
of poetry and writing.

Like all the other writer's before me,
I too share the same love for
the forums.

The great Halls of knowledge,
are held within the wall's
of the forums.

The internet reflects that deep
need for entertainment,
and our passion has grown,
through the connection
of servers.

I believe it's in our nature
as writer's to want to share
and teach others what we know,
that's why we created the forum.

The Greeks understood philosophy,
their need for entertainment was great, so great they created some of the largest forums.

It's the circle of life,
our minds have a great want
to connect, we reflect our
passionate feelings through poetry,
art, and technology.

Here they become one.*

*© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

We all float down here.
Like cigarettes wafting
in the air.

Its a killer dealing you
the last blow.

It murders your interests
and relationships with its
greedy smile.

Like a monster lurking
behind the bin it
waits until you are
weak and tired
to strike you down.

So don’t forget
the scares its
given for that’s
when the monster
is driven.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton

I might suffer
but I sure know how to fight.

I can up hold my own,
like a squirrel holds
onto their acorns,
I hold onto my life.

I don’t care to argue,
but I will put up a fight,
standing tall
for I am a mighty force
to be reckoned with.

Like lightning,
I know where to strike
I leave my mark,
I make my stand.

I am a beacon in the night,
you may use me but with
caution and care,
I then will burn brightly
for year’s to come.

I am embers burning through
the coldest winters,
my heat radian through the
night air,
giving you a 180° view.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

English:

"Beauty develops on poetic words. As they flow from me like a raging river. My banks turn green and the flowers grow. I invite you to sit with me as I write of poetry." ~ Amanda D Shelton

French:

"La beauté se développe sur des mots poétiques. Comme ils découlent de moi comme une rivière qui fait rage. Mes banques deviennent vertes et les fleurs poussent. Je vous invite à vous asseoir avec moi pendant que j'écris de la poésie. " ~ Amanda D Shelton

I never feel lonely,
but I do feel neglected when
someone who says they have
support for me but doesn't give it.

People can be cruel,
selfish, and crude.
I chose happiness with God
over a dishonest fool who
follows the devil's rules.

What happens when your
partner goes silent?
what happens when your
love of your life quites
communicating?

I find it dishonest when someone
says they want to do but doesn't
follow through.

My heart is shattered
because my love decided to
sin over and over again,
even though I have suffered through
pain while he moved like a ninja
doing bad things.

I am exhausted from fighting,
I am exhausted from holding up
his weak structure.

My love, he doesn't trust in God,
he doesn't come to me and
help me hold up the structure
we're supposed to build together.

I am very sad to say,
I had to let him go
I had to take time away,
so I can heal and he.

I am hurting deep inside,
my heart feels bruised and
tired.

I am here praying for his well being.

Hopefully he lets go and
allow God to bless him.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Boom pop woh yeah, meow buddy
just like that twitch to the left
now **** to the right. Real quick!

Like a robot doing the twitch
and a pop with strings,
tug on that.

Tourettes got me twitching,
hiccuping and meowing.

Muscles cramping and joints
are grinding, creaking and
popping, like microwave popcorn.

2 minutes to go!

Anxiety's on a roll,
the embarrassment is a monster
stabbing me in the back.

I don't even know who I am waving at.

Why am I doing that dance
in the middle of nowhere?

Did I see a cat?

Do I have the hiccups?

Nope it's tourettes!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton

Beyond the clouds
my heart rests peacefully,
within the banks
of your blue eyes.

Of mountains cascading
with snow and ice,
my favorite one is
your blue eyes.

Your love taught me how to fly,
my heart rests peacefully
where your blueness soaks
up my rays, seated firmly upon
my sky’s, I love your blue eyes.

**© 2017 By Amanda D Shelton

You are supposed to help me live longer, but sadly you cause
more pain and for me to suffer.

Starts with a pill,
ends with higher level of
pain and no time to ****.

What's the point if you don't help my pain?
I guess the doctor thinks
it's better to live longer
then comfortable.

I am lucky I am strong,
for I would have thrown you away
the first time you caused me more pain.

I suffer from high blood pressure,
I also suffer from chronic life.
Same as you my friend.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton

Shut out the light,
I don’t wish you to see
the emptiness that devours me,
all I truly want you to see
is you (are important to me).

I claim my life
with respect for its gift
but I never wanted to except
its strife until I realized,
I have no choice.

Love choose me,
I never choose
its purpose and direction
(logic is what I use to seek
until I met you).

Upon the wings of swooping
love, its cumbersome and heavy,
not for negative reasons
but because of its
emotional breath
of its life giving purpose.

Emotions can seem heavy
because of what it causes,
love has many purposes
and feelings because
of its emotional connection.

When love is my purpose
you become my purpose
because I love you.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

I want to shed my leafs
like a tree in autumn
so in spring I can renew
my life and move forward.

I want to shed the tears
and all the damaged years
you left behind.

I want to be free from your
in caged memories you left
inside my dreams and waking
mind. So I can enjoy my sailing
ship's and windows felled with
candles and waining dreams
that dream of me as I set
like the sun releasing beams
of poetry as the seasons change.

I fade into orange, yellow
and white until I am black
sky's sprinkled with stars.

I want to be free from your
anxiety and depression.

Release me from your *******
so I can be the person I am
meant to be.

Set me free into the Gothic realms
of my poetic life. Where I thrive
upon creativity.

©️ By Amanda Shelton

Deep I lay within the earth,
as decay slowly consumes my flesh.

Here death is my friend
and rot is my companion.

Ash and blood mingle
with my memory and
you will never forget
my name for I live on
through your memory of me.

Upon a poem I slipped from
your lips, as my format
slowly became a smudge
of ink.

These are my poetic bones,
reaching out from behind
death's door.

Dirt I breath forevermore.

I am a poet nothing more than
emotional ink drippings and
formats waiting to for you to read
my poetic bones.

I live forever through the
poetic lines I create.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

It’s a night of warm summer
beams, a time of change
is in the air, past seasons
greets us with their kisses.

The heat stirs,curling,
foggy wisps of rain.
Shrouds of wild flowers
cover the ground.

A midnight dream of ashened
trees, and realities part
slightly, to weaken the
other seasons making way
for summers beating heart.

Now a day of brooding sun,
I go down to the river
where it’s warm and green
for there is where spring
lays down for a nap,
I promised her a farewell.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton

Wounds heal but scars
are left behind.

It’s up to you if you let
the scars define who you are.

I see scars as being tattoo
of our struggles and survival.

I am proud of my scars.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

As the sunlight fades slowly
behind the cleavage of the world,
thine eyes close to say goodnight,
leaving a sliver of the moon hanging over your head and a sprinkle of stars cast their blazing trails crowning the sky King of the night.

The valley sighs before
sluggishly bowing to the night, the trees sleep like babies in their rooted beds.

As Autumn came
in the stillness of the night,
she laid her gown on top
the meadows turning the trees
red, yellow, and brown.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton

Be fair and just,
don't judge yourself too much.

We all have our flaws,
that is what makes us perfect.

I will fly upon unspoken word's,
like a flying carpet ride waiting
for you to arrive.

There I will pick the fruit
of fulfillment and gratitude.
Make you a salad to
help you grow and prosper.

You will be like a apple tree,
once I plant your seed
there's no stopping you
from growing.

Every word I spell,
every time I speak,
I hydrate your bloom
with my poems and artwork.

My technics are somewhat unique,
uncommon but yet normal
(for me).  

I am bent but still not spent,
I am rich with knowledge
and growth.

Come connect to my roots
and we can become a system
strengthened by our
knowledge and wisdom.

Farewell my sweet poet,
may we meet again
tomorrow morning.

When the dawn is new,
the trees come up from their
bow, lifting their top's higher
reaching for the sun.

That's when we will meet again,
until then; goodnight my sweet poet.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton