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Amanda Shelton Feb 2023
I would give you 0* if it was
possible.

This isn't a game it's a
advertisement for your wallet.

There's no rewards.

Everything is about advertisment
and we get stuff.

Playing the game doesn't reward
it's another ad break
even after watching an ad
for double the rewards.

Still no rewards just next level
after watching another ad.

Ad, ad, ad, ad, ad and
I lost my sanity after
the third ad.

Ad me on the no more
I'm uninstalling this
sanity theft it's another ad!

Awwwwwwwww!
Please spare my sanity.

Now I am hallucinating ad's
I dream about ad's,
I eat ad's,
I drink ad's.

Ad's ad's ad's!

Now I am writing a poem about ad's.

Thanks Google!

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2019
This person 'Suzy Berlinsky' harassed me and after she trolled me she blocked me. Please be warned. She's a troll. I pray no one else has the same problem. I blocked her after she said very rude things on my posts as well. I don't even know her. She doesn't follow my profile and I have never had contact with her until now. I wish the owner of HelloPoetry would ban people like her. It's horrible we can't stop them from harassing more people. Please help! I don't feel safe on here anymore. It's been the fourth troll that has attacked me since I joined. Why are these people allowed to continue? I really love HelloPoetry but it needs to have better safty. Maybe, the owner could make it possible that a profit gets banned from the website after being warned of harassment three times. Just any idea. I run websites and you need to make it safe for all who are using it. I am sorry I had to post this but it's getting worse and I don't feel safe. Thank you. God bless you all.
I am a kind person and I don't appreciate being attacked. I worry about others who are too anxious to speak up. I am speaking for everyone who is too afraid to. I am not afraid to say something if I don't feel safe. Please note that trolls are evil conniving people who don't care about your life, they find pleasure in others pain and reactions. I always recommend don't pay the toll to the trolls. They are ugly beings hiding behind a computer screen. That makes them cowards.
Amanda Shelton Sep 2022
Pumpkin spice and nothing nice,
Donald Trump lost his mind.

Pumpkin Donny Donald Trump
thought he could have his pumpkin
pie and eat it too.

I guess he didn't realize his brain
rotted years ago and it yeeted
itself out leaving him with
a 72 IQ.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
This is inspired by the current Donald Trump situation. May he rot in hell alongside his rotten pumpkin pie supporters. Who likes rotten pumpkin pie? Not me!
Amanda Shelton Oct 2021
Riding the waves upon the
sun beams of yesterday,
the star's are colliding
as our systems are failing.

Justice lost its mind
alongside its followers.

The storm has just begun,
the winds are blowing,
rivers are flooding,
ocean's are rising,
COVID is invading.

Will we ever win?

Will we ever become
our dream selves,

Is this life a fleeting explosion
of none scene?

Is it worth the frustration and anxiety?

Who's to stand up for our communities?

Who's responsible for the damages and abuse?

Where's the government?

When people are abusing our screens with uneducated foolish delusional dreams?

Why is no one punishing the
criminals like Margie Greene,
Donald Trump and his supporters?

What happened to the American dream?

Freedom, opportunities and growth
all garbage because of the broken
ideas of broken minds.

America is divided by lies and truth.

Donald Trump never loved you,
he loves nothing but abuse.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
130 · Mar 2023
Dirty Cop
Amanda Shelton Mar 2023
If you give a pig a badge
you are going to get *****.

If you give a good productive person
a badge you are going to get an officer.

A police officer should be willing
to sacrifice their lives for their
community.

You can't be a criminal and
an officer.

They don't mix.

What happens when you put a pig
in mud? A ***** pig.

What happens when you give a criminal a badge? A ***** cop.
It's a pig in a muddy blanket.

Trouble has a badge and a gun,
all you have to do is interrogate
them and watch them squeele.

Mud drys and pigs can't fly,
so watch them piggies roll
and the mud drops revealing
their crimes.

Oh you, you ***** little piggy.

Shameful, ***** you.

***** cop's drip with mud leaving
their piggy prints caked on
the crime scene.

Shame, shame little pig.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
I am watching true crime videos on YouTube. I came across a video about an officer who has been accused of ****** deviance and his department has been covering it up. But they have been caught on video but nothing is changing. It does seem that our whole justice system is corrupted by criminals calling themselves police officers. I can only imagine how good cops feel about their corrupt coworkers.
Amanda Shelton Jul 2019
Love grows as a seed
from your deeds and respect.

It’s like a rose blooming
petal after petal it opens
slowly revealing it’s beauty.

It’s hydrated by your
affectionate touches.

Charity and generosity
brings it light and
nutrition to stay
healthy and strong.

Love grows upon
the seasons of your heart.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
129 · Oct 2023
Loves Ghost
Amanda Shelton Oct 2023
In the beginning...

Oh please, please, please
stop dragging my heart
through the fire and mud.

Oh please, please, please
stop trying to fix it because
its broke.

You used to call me
in the middle of the night
woke me to such a fright.

Oh please, please, please
stop accusing me.

Oh please, please, please
stop worrying about me
and fix your own life instead.

Oh please, please, please
stop stalking me,
I'm having trouble falling asleep
because you are hovering over me.

Healing...

I've been walking alone
for awhile now, with
blood on my feet
and the glass cuts deep,
from our broken relationship
that you used to cut into
the deepest parts of me.

Oh please, please, please
let me heal in peace.

I'm trying to run away
from your ghost.
It keeps pounding on the bedpost,
grinding the gears that was our love.

You are in love with your
paranoia and narcissism.

I never was enough for you,
you're too demanding and
stuck.

Freedom...
I'm free from your seven year
choking grip.

Happiness is never too far away.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Feb 2023
Ratty tatty tap tap tap,
haters be dancing like
fly’s on crap.

You’re better than the haters
and I think they are jealous
they are not spoiled brats.

Instead the best they can do
is be ugly trolls expecting you
to pay their toll.

Well the bridge is burnt and
the trolls are stone.

Trolls turn to stone in
the morning light and
ashes can’t hold up to
the mornings breeze.

Like the big bad wolf
I huff and I puff until
the bridge falls down and
blow’s away in the mornings
breeze.

No wolf is bad so please
excuse the bad breath,
and would you scratch behind
my ears please.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
I was attacked by a troll on my blog and wrote this poem in response and I blocked the account and WordPress helped me get the account suspended from the platform. I am blessed to have a strong support system.
129 · Sep 2018
Perfumed Memories
Amanda Shelton Sep 2018
Like a vine on the wall
I lingered far too long.

Aw a simple rose.

Can you smell the perfume?
It’s from slow decay
as the roses wither away.

Bloom, grow, wither
the life of a flower
so simple, so lovely.

A poet knows them well,
They inspired many with
their perfumed memories,
they linger on through poety.

The rose always in thought,
always quiet but never
silent, for you are reminded
by their perfume.

The roses inspired my
spark, it lit my wick
as I burn my reserve.
I have a long lasting
desire to write poetry.

The roses, I ponder
in rows of formatted
prose they love to grow
on my poetic tongue.
I cultivate them with
my desire to plant
my poetic seeds.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2021
I am autistic.

I am a wondering leaf on
the breeze of experience.

I never fall because I have
love to catch me.

Being autistic has advantages too.

Like my ability to learn
is quicker and less of a job.

My creativity has no boundaries,
it's a vastness of possibilities.

My honesty is by default,
is stable and secure.

I teach others by sharing awareness.

I have brought people together,
I have helped others with mental
health issues, I've built long
lasting relationships.

Love is prosperity and success
because it builds societies
so be kind to each other and
humanity will prosper.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
128 · Jun 2018
P.O.E.T.R.Y
Amanda Shelton Jun 2018
What lights my flame like poetry?

A kindling to my fire,
an inspiration to my blaze,
poetry blew me away...

P is for perfection.
O is for opportunities.
E is for excellent.
T is for textures.
R is for rare.
Y is for you.

Poetry is perfect just the way it is. It can bring opportunities to all who write its formats. Its an excellent way to express yourself. Also its full of textures. It can be rare if written well. Its personal, sincere and true to you.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Aug 2024
Earth, a vibrant tapestry,
a symphony of life,
Where diverse creatures dance,
in a ceaseless strife.
From the icy peaks of the North,
to the Southern seas,
A kaleidoscope of wonders,
as far as the eye can see.

In the heart of Africa,
lions roam the plains,
Their golden manes shimmering,
in the sun's warm embrace.

In the depths of the Amazon,
jaguars prowl the night,
Their stealthy movements hidden,
in the moon's pale light.

In the Australian outback,
kangaroos bound with glee,
Their powerful legs carrying them,
across the vast land.

In the Arctic tundra,
polar bears roam the ice,
Their white fur camouflaging them,
in their frozen paradise.

From the towering redwoods,
to the whispering pines,
The Earth's forests teem with life,
a symphony of design.
From the smallest insects,
to the mightiest whales,
Each creature plays its part,
in nature's grandest tales.

So let us cherish this planet,
our home, our only sphere,
Where diversity thrives,
and life is ever near.
Let us protect its beauty,
its wonders, its grace,
For the Earth is our treasure,
and its legacy we must embrace.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
127 · Mar 2024
A Fool
Amanda Shelton Mar 2024
I was a fool, always searching
for the one but none were
as blind as me.

Amongst the roses are the
thorns, and the weeds lay
beneath they like to choke
everything.

I was a fool, for love hit me,
tripped me and played my
heartstrings like a fiddle.

Foolish me, always searching
for the one but none were
as blind as me.

I once laid beneath the roses
as the bush slowly wrapped
itself around my heart stabbed
me deep in the back with its
thorns, as I hydrated it's roots
with my blood it drank my pain
and stole my gain.

Love fooled me, it was beautiful
in the beginning.

Until it revealed itself,
a rose it was not and
it mistaken-ed me for
a ****.

A fool I was, always searching
for the one but none were as
foolish as me, love blinded me
with its promises and false
reality.

Loves no dream, its no
magical spell or the greatest
most amazing thing ever.

Love is tragic, painful and
disastrous its painfully
damaging heartbreaking
and it causes scars.

Love is powerful because
its the most beautiful,
confusing disaster
you will ever experience.

Its the scars that define your
strength after a heartbreak,
what bites you can make you
stronger and smarter it can
teach you how to find true love.

We all are fools to love,
the first heartbreak is
the deepest pain and
leaves the biggest scar.

To guard your heart is the most
important thing, don't give it to
just anyone.

Find someone who enjoys life
with you and encourages you
to be your best and holds
your hand when you need
support. Also, remember to be
patient and kind.

Love is attracted to kindness
it finds it beautiful and amazing.

Love is inside of you,
its part of us all.

Love is success and acceptance,
it helps build societies.

A fool in love is a fools lesson.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
127 · Sep 2019
Summer
Amanda Shelton Sep 2019
The heat rises,
heat waves roll over the street,
car's rush by with engines
roaring, burning smog,
we choke upon.  

Summer is on the rise,
cooking the desert like
a pro chef cooks a good meal,
We fry.

Summer is on the rise!

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
It's hot and I am in pain. This poem is inspired by both of those things. Heat and pain never worked well together, in my experience.
126 · Aug 2023
Painful Suit Of Arms
Amanda Shelton Aug 2023
I was born in a painful
suit of arms.

I built my own weapons,
by using my ability to
write and draw to share
my struggles.

With a pencil in one hand
and strife in the other,
I fight, I write, I draw.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
126 · May 2018
Pain Stole Everything
Amanda Shelton May 2018
Pain has nothing to gain,
except for my suffering.

It claimed my life,
it stole everything I worked for.

Pain never asked to be invited
nor if I have room for two,
it doesn't care
if I am happy or
doing well.

Pain is not my friend
nor a support worthy of my time.

Pain came when I least expected it,
it broke down my door
and my dreams.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
126 · Jun 2019
How Lovely Are The Roses
Amanda Shelton Jun 2019
____
Brought To You
By
****** Quill’s Poetry Collection

____
Upon the weathered branches
wilts the roses,
their perfume is a reminder
how fragile this life
can be.

We are so busy running
around in our carelessness
and fast pass lifestyles
to take notice of the roses
waiting to take room
inside our noses.

Such things are beyond
our reach, yet we are
pulled in by the exotic
fumes of the dieing decor,
such beauty comes from
the perfume of the died
roses.

Oh, how I love to stop
and smell the lovely roses
but please never pick them
for they will make you bleed.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
126 · Dec 2019
*Ting!*
Amanda Shelton Dec 2019
Beyond tomorrow
onto the marrow
lives my sorrow
and pain.

It’s always flooding
with rain and the clouds
never fade. Yet I am
a survivor and brave.

I bring my umbrella
and meditation with great
breathing techniques
to help me through the
hard times.

Sometimes the shadows
settle for awhile, I’ve
learned to be calmer and
at peace with restful nights.

Within my restless hours
I am inspired, deeply
expired yet not tired
enough to sleep.

My weathered mind
tick’s on upon
the last hours of
the nightly dreams
I should be experiencing.

Yet I become one of the
shadows lurking about
the dark. Not extinguished
for I still burn bright
like my past bridges
I’ve left behind.

No regrets but embarrassments
light up my cheeks.
We all of those blushing
moments like these.

Beyond the sun’s ray
I come riding on the moons
beams. I am a star upon
the stage just for awhile.

Long breathes drag on
hour after hour,
line by line, beyond
the horizon of tomorrow
lives my tears and sorrows.

Fading with the light
raising upon my return to
life.

Good morning my marrow.
What tithings you bring
of golden rays and silver
linings. Ting!

© 2019 Amanda Shelton
Good morning my fellow Poets.
126 · Sep 2017
Love Never Fades
Amanda Shelton Sep 2017
Across the vastness of space
my love never fades.

Like a star it grows,
expanse, and tames
the space around its shape.

The universe knows that love
makes things grow,
it feels the vibration,
as we fall in love.

Molecular structures weaken,
only to rebuild.

love never dies
it just goes on vacation.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
126 · Nov 2017
The Bounty Of Spring
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
Blooming alongside the flowers,
I blossomed like a daisy,
and I blushed like a rose.

My sun kissed cheeks soaked in
the morning,
as it sprinkled golden showers
upon the fields,
each blade of grass rose to the occasion soaking up the rays.

Such beautiful day’s,
I waited through the heated summer,
for the spring to once again
gaze upon the meadows
and awaken the sleeping trees.

I watched as the trees rose
from their sleeping bow,
peeking upward to the bounty
above the valley.

Her name is of giving,
perhaps a river that flow’s
once a year,
she’s called Spring.

Aw such a beautiful lady,
a bringer of renewal,
she’s part of the circle of life.

A full bounty she brings,
giving breath to the Earth,
each kiss gives a gift
a life is awoken.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
126 · Nov 2024
Drowning In Reverse
Amanda Shelton Nov 2024
We all are born drowning in reverse from the watery womb blood and breath, we merge naked.

Slowly losing energy every molecular dies.

High tide low tide,
up and down the river we climbed, we all are born to rise and fall, six feet under the cold hard stone choking on the earth until our bodies are bones.

Holy no, no one can control it
oh no oh Lord no... Deaths following always at my heels waiting for my days to end.

Here I am still drowning in reverse waiting for the ship to take me to heavens glory. I've been surfing on high tides up and down the rivers grind.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
125 · Aug 2023
Age
Amanda Shelton Aug 2023
Age
Like pebbles thrown into the water, we cause ripples in the universe that birthed us.

Upon the beach we are amongst other pebbles that have collided with the shore.

We are weathered and blown, scars are visible and wrinkles are experiences eched into our skin.

On a breath and a heartbeat we came naked into this world, and we leave the same but we leave behind our memories and footprints from our human experience.

Bones and hair are laying below the stones.

We live, grow, and die.

Fair will, until the end.

We will meet again at the gates of the heavenly saints. Amen...

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
125 · May 2018
Lingering Memory Of You
Amanda Shelton May 2018
I compare thee to a soft breeze,
but you linger on my memory.
For you claimed me with your kiss,
you captured my admiration in
your jar of forget me nots.

Love devoured me,
stole my heart and
my feelings.

A memory of long ago
but still today you linger on.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
125 · Nov 2017
The Ghostly Poet
Amanda Shelton Nov 2017
Foreboding is the ghost
lingers on forgotten smoke
( and words we forgot to speak).

A life is like a candles flame,
it burns until the candle melts
to the floor, its smoke lingers
for just awhile longer.

A poet reminds us of the ghost
who they were and how they lived.
We are able to capture what lingers
through the night moaning loudly
for attention.

It inspires a book.

**© 2017 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Jul 2022
Shattered to pieces
I'm on the floor.

In the shadows lurks a
heart of stone, cold and
sharpe it cuts me deep.

Now I am all alone
with my heart of glass,
fragile and bruised I fought
to break free.

Pieces of memories from broken
ideas of a love lost to the shadows
hardened like steel and just as cold.

Love you brought me cold steel
and a heart of stone.

You forgot to love me,
you left me in the cold
damp shadows of your
shameless treason.

Doubt is the ultimate treason
against love and faith.

Like a cold breeze on my check,
you came frozen and hard and
you came to blame me.

Nothing can melt your frozen heart.

©️ 2022 By Amanda Shelton
125 · Aug 2018
Tell The End
Amanda Shelton Aug 2018
Is there anything that can be done?

My body lays here,
in shadow and time.

I like everything else,
I become dust.

The sun grows old,
slowly it’s going to grow cold.
Like a death star ready to burst,
someday the night will consume
everything we built and us.

In ruin the stars will remember us,
as we scatter about like lost souls.

This life,
this time,
this ruin,
this is dust
and ash
left behind.

A deadline beyond my control,
slowly reaching it’s cold hand
grabbing tightly too my soul.

This life,
this ruin,
this dusty disaster we call
living is always moving.

Without asking who’s in control,
who’s driving this beaten path
to ruin? All we see is dusty trails
leading nowhere fast.

These barren land’s reach out for miles, like God’s hand at the end of the mile it welcome’s all with open arms and smile.

If you could look me in the eye
and tell me I will never die,
I know that is a lie.

Life never promised me perfection
nor happiness and success,
no it’s taught me how to
work it out with
the best of my abilities.

This is ruin,
this is life,
this is time,
this is the end
of a new beginning.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton
125 · Jun 2019
Upon My Faith
Amanda Shelton Jun 2019
The angles gathered
as the prayers rose
from the people praising
within the church.

He’s coming soon,
he’s like a never ending
breath, a wave rolling
over you taking you
back into his womb,
the devil has no room
in this holy place.

God never forgets,
it’s not his job to
always remind you,
it’s selfish of you
to think it’s all up
to him. He’s a foundation
of your faith not
a feared master forcing
you to kneel.

He’s more mightier than
a flooding river,
he’s faster than time
and space, he’s beyond
your emagination and
your girth is shorter
than his grace for nothing
can measure such power.

My Lord blessed me
with love and faith.

My reminder is that
I am a survivor.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Dec 2023
Black, I'm sleek and clean,
I wear time on my back
as a burning hourglass.

Wrapped up in a poetic web
I've got my heart locked inside
a spider design.

Eight legs are plenty but
I've got many more enough
for eternity. Nevermore!

Up in the window
I am thinking
weaving and winding,
waiting and grinding,
building my shrine
a place to ponder and unwind.

Black, I am collecting poetic
formats weaving a tapestry,
sleek and clean I am weaving
the moments of struggle
strengthening my design.

Black, I am a mother
of poetic webs always
weaving, sleek and clean, waiting and winding
setting up my next design.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
125 · Jun 2021
Peace Be With You
Amanda Shelton Jun 2021
Upon words truth can fly,
as so many others spit out lie’s.
Like dragons protecting their
egos, they drink the views
and soak up the fire like it’s
their only desire.

On the edge of society live
the mad and insane, the internet
is not to blame. People control the
platform on which we stand today.

Our future depends on if we can change
those who claim to want to rule
this board game of life.

If we fail we still have to fight.

Freedom is our goal, for our brothers and sisters fought mightily and bravely for our future.

It is important to stand strong as
a community.

Peace starts with one word, love.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
125 · Mar 2023
A Vampires Bed
Amanda Shelton Mar 2023
The moon hangs low over my head,
reminds me of my ghost and before
I'm dead my ashes spread upon
my sleeping bed and I rose.

Eternity is a memory that
never forgets me, it breathes
and beats for me until I'm dead.

Such dread is in the light,
for the light devours night
and I am still dead.

The night also devours light,
brings back my dead soul.
As the sun slowly lay's it's
weary head peeking over the horizon.

Such dread is in the light
for only at night do I take flight.

Lay me down on a bed of bones
and allow the thorns to overgrow
and be my chamber of secrets and
here lies deep rooted memories
that never leave my head.

A vampires bed is bone white
and cold.

I am pounding on the post
yelling at my ghost, as I
lay deep under the earth.

Here I call home.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
125 · Feb 2020
I Am Not Just A Poet
Amanda Shelton Feb 2020
I am not just a poet,
I am a rose bud
wishing for a dream.
My poet blooms when
I express my appreciation
for my craft.

That like a seed,
my poetic vision
plants an idea
within your life
breaking the cage
you’ve build to
secure your own poetic
possibilities in your
mind.

I am always developing
my plots for future
poetic gardens for you
to cultivate and consume.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
125 · Oct 2020
Make Room For The Future
Amanda Shelton Oct 2020
You fight with possibilities,
for footing but keep lossing
ground.

Your heart beats like
a monster ready to
devour your life.

Yet you keep the struggle.

Weaker but deeper you plung
into the history of pain.

Sucker punched by regret,
it heals quickly.

Don’t give up yet,
you’ve just got started.

Your star is still trekking,
searching for the life you were promised.

Look closely for your
missing the bigger picture.

Be like a sun blazing across the universe burning regret
like an unwanted cigarette.

Leave behind your flawes
and mistakes, the future
needs room.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
124 · Feb 2019
A View From My Window
Amanda Shelton Feb 2019
I am like a candle blowing
in the wind, you can find
me seated at my window
illuminating the room.

Pen in one hand and a poem
in my mind, waiting to
be freed from the
neurons holding it in.

Fueled by a Gothic view
and a vision of dark blue,
green, and gray skies above
me with streams of sunshine peaking through the clouds.

Memories abound
as I write my poetic story.

A passion fueled by
laced moments of lost
childhood and forgotten hearts
I collected in my broken jar’s.

My tragic life became
a burning blaze line after line
it burns across the page,
forever engraved.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
I want to write a book and name it A View From My Window - A Poetic Trilogy By Amanda Shelton.
124 · Jan 2020
Addiction Stole My Love
Amanda Shelton Jan 2020
Upon my sorrows you
came and sat, you stole
my heart and played your
evil games.

You lied straight to my face
with your half baked smile.

You kissed my cheeks
but left me with tears
and burning pain.

You said sorry after
breaking my heart once
again. 1,2,3 and again!
You go at me with your
whip of lies.

After all these years
seems forever, you still
make the same excuses
and never admit to causing
the damages.

All I hear from you
Okay,
ok,
yeah,
you're right,
I know...
Nothing more.
So so.

But never an action do you
stain, after all your fictional
claims of being an honest man
you haven't changed.

Upon my broken heart
your memory is stained,
forever a scare you left
behind your broken shame
for me to bandage up
and try to heal.

Only you can stop this pain,
its a personal journey
of self discovery upon
the road to recovery.

I've set up the paths you need,
I've given you a beacon
a guide to the right decision.

That's all I can do,
my love.

Addiction is never a clean
road, it's full of damaged
lives and suffering.

The road to recovery is full of
scares that are healing, bruised
lives that are dealing.

In the beginning it's rocky
and dangerous, over time
you can learn how to
heal and make a healthier
life decision.

Upon the rays of God
you will find peace of mind
but only if you invite him
in, open your door and windows
to his grace and mercy
allow God to replace the addictions and your bad decisions.

All I desire is for
you to be healthy and
make good decisions.

© 2020 By Amanda Shelton
My love is suffering from addictions. I've learned to not trust him. It's sad that anyone would have to say that. Love should be a good experience not an abusive one full of broken promises. I've watched my love abuse himself and accuse me of cheating and other horrible things. I am not a dishonest fool not am I perfect. I am too busy meditating on God and dealing with my health issues. I've given him everything he needs to get help. He has support. I made sure of that from the beginning. I have to let him go. If he loves me then he would love himself too enough to get help and follow the program like everyone does who are in recovery. You can't change them or help them anymore than tell them they need help. It's a personal journey. I have my own life to live. I have to take care of myself and my cat.
124 · Aug 2024
What Remains
Amanda Shelton Aug 2024
Its a thin line between
okay and not okay.
A maybe is my best answer.

Yeah, I'm fine.

I have grown into a thorny rose,
hydrated by my broken heart
as it bleeds out before you in
poetry.

My roots are tangled in old
plots of forgotten dreams
that never had a chance
to be free.

The snow falls upon my lucid
mind drunk on lost love
that once was mine but
you crushed my dreams
and left me in your ruins.

Oh love, you lost me to
your decay, and the lies
you display burned the road
we were supposed to build
together.

Only weeds remain.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
124 · Aug 2024
Fragile
Amanda Shelton Aug 2024
Tatter tatter, tatting my life,
like fragile lace I am made from
thin threads of memories and trauma.

Tug tow and pull, on my life as
I write my designs exposing
my frade and fragile times.

Here I feel free, a place
to spread my wings.

I will never forget my struggles
for they are important.

Tat tat tattered, I am made
like that.

Sewn by scars and wrinkles,
as I grow.

Like old blue jeans,
I slowly fade into gray
fragile threads loosen
at my ends. Unraveling
my experiences
like used blue jeans.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
124 · May 2021
Blossoming Expression’s
Amanda Shelton May 2021
This is one of my blooming
thoughts from creativity
I have been cultivating
for some time.

It’s become rooted in
ideas and technology.

Yeah, I have a story to tell,
a word painting dripping with
blood and tears I’ve collected
over the years.

Suffering hydrates my poetic garden, of blue wildflowers and yellow oceans of daisies; they lay deep in the plots of my mind.

The roots try to sacrifice
for pain, suffocating my
creativity but it explodes
into blossoming lines of
expression everytime.

Without poetry I would have
exploded with emotional stress, and silence would have
killed my ideas.

This post would be empty and
nothing, without my blossoming expression’s.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
124 · Sep 2018
Love Forever, You
Amanda Shelton Sep 2018
You are my inspiration and aspiration.

You are the breath
that breathes life
into my poetry.

You linger on my lips,
like a catchy tune
you drive me crazy, Baby.

Oh, how much I love you.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
124 · Nov 2019
Upon My Suffering You Sat
Amanda Shelton Nov 2019
Upon my suffering you sat,
like a **** on a string,
you pull and tug on me
until I fall apart
at the seams.

You stole my heart,
you stole my security
and claimed it as your
domain.

You blame me for your
actions as if there's
an excuse for your abuse.

You start out kind
and generous but
you ask for interest
even though I've given
you my deposit in full.

You turn our relationship
upside down, you want my
full support but never
give me the same
instead you leave me
underneath the ruins
of our damaged relationship.

I work hard to keep
our relationship stable
yet you break the table.

You don't bring me
stability and care,
instead you just stand
there expecting me to
move for you.

I've been neglected
in my time of need,
for your games and
depression.

You have replaced me
with your shadows and
controllers.

You treat me like you
have no need for me,
as if I never was there
and my feelings mean nothing.

You run circles around me,
you are always too busy,
you act like I never
said anything, or
I am not there at all.

My tears land on the ground,
for you are never around to
catch my pain.

My heart aches for
the time you will finally
be supportive and show me
the love you claim to have
for me.

You don't seem to hear me,
even though I am screaming.

© 2019 By Amanda Shelton
124 · Oct 2023
Cherish The Moment
Amanda Shelton Oct 2023
Memories are priceless
because they only happen
once in a lifetime.

You can only imagine the passed
so cherish the future
because it will be the passed.

Also this very moment
is the future, present as well
as the passed.

Now is the crossroads
of our lives.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Oct 2018
You are hydrated and fed
through the cultivation
of your life.

You are the designer of your
decisions and paths you pathe.

This journey is roughly drawn
rocky and sharp, you have to keep
your hands inside the ride
at all times, or else you lose
your life.

This life is too short
to always be afraid,
though the biggest fear
we have is fear itself.

To face your fears
you have to expect that it is not
what you are afraid of that
frightens you but it is
not knowing what you face,
(The unknown is the scariest place).

You have been rooted
in the same bed for so long
you forgot about the
others planted beside you.

Don’t forget to open a window
so you can experience something
new and exciting.

Try something new once in a while,
for learning keeps you motivated
and hydrated through a drought.

I have been cultivating my plot
being patient and kind
allowing my fellow gardeners
to be the best cultivators they
can be.

For We all are
growing in the ***** of life.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
123 · Apr 2018
Goodnight Lullaby
Amanda Shelton Apr 2018
The sun burned bright
until the moon says goodnight.
The stars shoot across the sky
waving as they go by.
The beauty of the night,
smiles upon their flight.

As the tree’s bow their leafs,
and the animals scurry to their
homes, the night slowly
spreads its arms across the land.

Sleepy eyes are heavy,
the angels bow their heads
in deep prayer.

Goodnight sleep tight,
may you have calm,
peaceful dreams tonight.
123 · Jan 2023
False Gold
Amanda Shelton Jan 2023
For the money,
for the time,
for the damages you left behind.

All that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

For the man who needs a dollar,
for the students who are drowning
in the loan, for the starved living
in the weather.

All that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

Greed is a glitter of false gold
shinning in the eyes of many.

Gaping pockets weighted down by
rocks pretending to be gold.

Shady mountains stand in our way,
a streak of selver leads the way.

Dig, dig until the mountains hollow.

Mine them rocks blast the hills,
gold is hiding deep within them
rocky hills.

Gold fever burning hot,
burning holes in your pockets
for all that glitters is not gold,
watch out for the glamour of
false gold.

©️ 2023 By Amanda Shelton
I was watching YouTube videos about gold digging and I came up with this poem. I also thought about how people are greedy and some give false hope to make money.
123 · Oct 2018
A Work In Progress
Amanda Shelton Oct 2018
No one said it was easy,
no one said is was going
to be okay.

Perfection was never promised,
happiness was never given,
they are works in progress.

I am like the leafs
I land wherever I please.

I change with the seasons,
hot, cold, wet, and dry
I adapt as the cycle wraps
itself around my little finger.

This life we live
such consequences we sew,
we still try even after the
needle broke.

No one said life was going to go
your way, no one said this is
the only path, because
it’s a work in progress.
We already know that.

It’s a work in progress but I
want to fly someday.

Do you think I will learn
how to grow wings one day?

I hope to learn how to fly someday,
I won’t have to wait for
happiness nor a rainy day for
I will be able to fly to where
it falls. I will be free.

© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
Amanda Shelton Mar 2023
Huntsman beauty weaving her web, gently undercover she began
to shed.

From the back she started to slip
from a slit shivering and quivering, above your head
there she hung from a thread.

The spider on top seemed dead
the other was hanging and
began moving.

Once her job was done, the spider
began to descend from the shell
of her former self by a line of silk.

Time for rest and the next evening
the huntsman beauty is ready for
a night out on the town wearing
her new dress.

©️ By Amanda Shelton
122 · Feb 19
Deceit
Like flies,
lies breed maggots of deceit,
eating away at moral values,
leaving nothing but ruins.

They fester in your life,
causing devastation
and disease rot and
pollution.

It has many names,
but only one meaning.

Lies lay beneath,
as you fester and plot
preparing for the next crop.

Deceit is like death,
it kills all possibilities.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton
122 · Jul 2021
Dancing Dreamer
Amanda Shelton Jul 2021
You walk into a ballroom,
people are dancing with lights flashing to beating music.

A cold chill settles on your skin, it makes you shiver.

All eyes are on you,
the bubble pop’s that you keep yourself securely inside.

You realize everyone has turned into shadows with glowing eyes, they are now surrounding you, somehow you moved to the center of the room.

Each face wears a mask,
as they begin to laugh at you.

You can see a black mist moving behind the crowd,
it feels cold and dark.

The faces seem to get closer and back up again, like they are teasing you with their faceless dance.

Silk dresses, and black suits, feathered masks and flowing music surround you.

You dance with the shadows
as you realize you are dreaming.

The sound of feet drag upon the floor, and you can hear everyone breathing in your ear. As they slowly fade into the black mist.

You wake… Its 5 in the morning.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton
This was my dream from last night. I never have normal dreams, I lucid dream. It can be an anxious experience but I’ve gotten use to it. For me it’s like a rollercoaster and I have learned to enjoy the ride. Becoming aware of the dream can cause you to wake up but I’ve learned how to stay in the dream. Sometimes it works other times it doesn’t. Sometimes I get stuck in the dream and I can’t wake. Those dreams are scary.
122 · Jan 2018
Pain
Amanda Shelton Jan 2018
I am made of nervous needles,
fever's, and chills, my goal is to
cause discomfort, and sickness.

I am chronic, needless, and sometimes
useless, and wasted time.

I communicate with neurons,
and cell's, causing nervousness,
and spell's.

I am pain.

**© 2018 By Amanda Shelton
122 · Aug 2024
Witness
Amanda Shelton Aug 2024
My tears are witness to my sorrow,
my suffering flows like a river.
It pools at my feet and I drown
for a moment within its fluid of
moving emotions.

Like paint, my tears artfully express
the pressures that try to compress
my life into a singular point in time.

Trauma defines nothing of my life for I am more than
my strife and I know how
to fight and rise above
my ruins.

My tears are witness to my struggles, my strife cuts me
like a knife and I bleed.
It pools at my feet and I heal
slowly as my pain gathers
at the surface.

This life is a tapestry of moments, sewn together
with scars and memories,
my experiences is
my unique design.

My tears are witness to
my forgotten dreams.

Now you witness me
drinking my pain,
its in my words that
I am throwing out
into the world and
here I share my suffering.

I sing in my soul of clear
days and starry nights,
of better times heading
my way.

Here I float on words
sailing on my tears,
I'm heading your way.

My tears will be witness
to my peace once again.

©️ 2024 By Amanda Shelton
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