meloostraightfromhertilt-a-world

      Poet's Home             All Poetry       Sign Up!  Login
© 2000-2020 Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors.   352872 Poems Read.

Search for Poetry

   


Read Poetry
<< [Previous]

Unseen, The Lilacs And The Daffodils

Nothing's Sadder Than A Rose

A Man Of The Clouds

The Cruel In The World (Blue Bag Metaphor)

Somtimes in Surrender



Encounter Before Dawn

Shedding Your Skin

Liminality

A Smattering Of Mattering (How Do You Matter)

NEEDING /KNEADING MORE (sometimes)

WHAT WILL YOU THINK GENTLE READER, AFTER YOU'VE FINISHED READING THIS?...We Are All Star Children

Not My Season

I Will Return

Like The Wind In The Middle Of The Night

The Hoping

Better To Bend Than Be Broken (CHANGE)

Belle Du Jovan

The Hope Of All These Things Which Would Never Come In a Box

The Best Revenge (For All Your Critic's Critiques)

Informed Through Pain

All Too Clearly Now

The Birds Are Such Un-numbering Creatures of Distant Hitchcockian Past

Shrine

Silver-Tongued Devil

TONIGHT

The Factory of Resentments

Expect Yourself

They Grew (A Poem From The Imaginarium)

One Which Brings Me Unending Release

Where The Weird Actually Tried To Turn Pro

Accountants

Within The Green Wind Becomes The Fall

More Poetry >>

 
Features

  Sign Guestbook

Read Guestbook

 
   

Yes, You--There


this is for you
one who feels
you're not welcome
not present
not in your step
nor in a bed
nor in a home

this is for you
one who feels not alone
in your life
out of your skin
lost before you began

this is for you

one who feels
they've no place
or destination to go
not on a roadmap
nor in their job
or their family
in the world
mostly
ghostly
alone

this is for you

I'm here to tell you
you have been seen
I know you
I've been you
been where you've been
I am you

if one person notices
how could your cares be invisible
you are still
an individual
singular as the day you were born
one of
God's own

even if your Mother, your Father
your sister or brother
did not look back into your eyes
and acknowledged you there
and when strangers didn't care
when you were last picked
or first despised

I saw
I noticed
I felt
with my heart
and my eyes

I've been you
I know you
and why you stare deeply inside
with vacant shadowy eyes

do not mistake yourself
nor forsake yourself
you are not their lies

you're one of a kind

reach out your hand
speak up to the skies
hug yourself tightly then
look into my eyes
I see you
yes,
you-there.


legal copyright for this poem 4:04AM PST time/date stamped
December 18 2018
and also for this writer Melissa A Howells
and also for this legally copyrighted site title
Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World

Dedication for those defeated, forgotten
unacknowledged or lonely, especially in December
or on your birthday
this is for you.





Vote for this poem

Please Comment On This Poem

Comments

 Email Address

 

Vote for this poem