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The Undyings' Curse

Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout

Details | Haiku | |

darker than raindrops

darker than raindrops
mushroom cloud blooming purple....
I can see my bones

Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr.

Details | Terzanelle | |

An Epic Battle With A Simple Question

A beautiful heart pines from afar. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! Celestial winged heart beats faster, Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. To parallel freedom, we choose our master. Embarking from sun brewed and moonshine skies Two alien races, in war, collide. Over mountain and ocean meet polar eyes. All brothers' swords raise, marching with pride. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Two alien races, in war, collide. The angered clouds rain blood from the sky. A new path finally found. Sisters of heaven let feathers fly. Brothers' swords low now to the ground. A beautiful heart pines from afar. A new path finally found. In Love, the Dragon and Unicorn are! In universe Out bound energy Where are we when we die?

Copyright © Edward McCormick

Details | I do not know? | |

The Dharma Ends

  Your fate is sealed
   Once a year
or so the book 
   tells us
   Death is not 
a thing to worship 
  Life is!
 When some small creature 
        crawled forth from the primeval 
  We were left with
the responsibility of 
   continuing the cycle
  We walk on gilded splinters 
and just maybe we should let 
Father Time decide our fate
  But I feel we should 
  resist to the end
  Stop the killing 
  Let peace reign 
  on our small planet
  which circles a life-giving star
  We are the stewards of 
  our biosphere
  We owe our exsitence
to a miracle

Copyright © Matthew Anish

Details | Imagism | |

A Lonely Night

 A young girl was walking in a forest one night
The moon had shown its darkest light
She was all alone and scared
But nobody cared

She walked for hours
Passing through plains of dead flowers
The forest was a never ending night
Filled with terrors and fright

Wolfs howled from nearby
The girl began to cry
Nobody could see her tears
Only the creatures that she fears

She went on walking
As the shadows kept stalking
A teddy in one hand 
She wondered if anyone would ever understand

She thought of the people that caused her to be there
Wondering if their still unaware
She ran away from them
She sobbed felling condemn

Cuts, scrapes, and bruises all over her body
She wished the pain would disembody
Her freshest wounds still dripping blood on the ground
Feeling weak she began to become confound

She collapsed into a deep slumber
Wolfs surrounded her but stayed cumber
They all roes heads and howled at her side
The girl had died

Copyright © Gena Abney

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Hell Train

This train of pain stop’s at every
Train stop

Seeking all that want to step on

You can buy a ticket or ride free

For he welcome one and he
Welcome all

Twisted faces cries out in a
Relentless cry

Welcome all and I want all

Screams of pain yell to the
Mountain tops

The pain clamps deeper with
With a eerie growl

He said let’s go for a ride

All Around the track and hence
Forth back again

Pain” O” pain run from me I
Swear I will be careful the 
Next go round

Give me peace and  make my
Body free

From this painful drunken state
Am in

For my eyes are blurry

My limbs is crackin”

So much pain for one to endure

The pain is cutting into my heart

It’s piercing through me like a
Sharp knife

Can’t you see my heart is losing

Drip, drip, drip my blood
Is Rushing and running on the

Please, Mr. Conductor stop this
Here train

All this blood is making me sick

Let off, “O” let me off

Know getting off you just enter
Into hell...

Copyright © Carolyn Sears

Details | Free verse | |

The Hunger Games-Poem

Enter the arena
Buckle down


A gong sounds
We're off

The Hunger Games have begun!

Blades of swords and knives crash
Arrows whizzing.

Run. run, run
Away from the cornacopia!

Blood splatters, staining the earth
Bodies splayed on the ground

Some survive
Others die right off hand

Only one left to be the VICTOR!
Welcome to The Hunger Games!!!!

This is based on a very good book called The Hunger Games (well good in my 
opinion). This future distopian science-fiction novel is about future North America. 
The Capitol is a very dictator-like establishment and starve their citizens then throw 
them into the hunger games, a fight to the death on live television.

Copyright © The Melody Sings

Details | Alliteration | |

Zombie Apocalypse

Nature's gone insane;
Cannibal cadavers creep.
Zombie apocalypse...

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday

Details | Elegy | |

Eulogy for a Soul Taken too soon

So much potential, courage and love
Alan Williams, Jr. was truly a gift sent from above
So young yet so wise; he fought to be true
Never giving up when times became blue

He dared to be himself, when everyone rejected him
His cup was never empty; it was always to the brim
That’s how he saw the world, dreams and second chances
No lost causes, just new songs and funny dances

He hadn’t seen his family in quite some time
They didn’t see the angel he was, they never let him shine
But that didn’t make him bitter or mean or lost
He deserved love and he was willing to pay the cost

He loved unconditionally, believing everyone was good
Even when it hurt him, he did all that he could
To accept his own flaws and put aside the pain
So that he could help another move past the strain

He never asked for anything back; he gave from the heart
And even though he’s gone, he’ll always be a part
Of each and every one of us, the people he held close
His brand new family, the one that he chose

His passing is a tragedy; no one knows why he’s gone
He will never be forgotten; the sun sets then again comes the dawn

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Copyright © AC Dominguez

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out after dark

They warned me what might be in store.
But I heard all those stories before,
how they do not come back,
disappear in the black,
and I find them a colossal bore.

So I wade out at dusk with my vest,
bamboo rod and a hat with a crest.
Oh, so sure, that this time,
I will hook on my line
the one catch that will prove who is best!

When they found me, the next afternoon,
my remains made the search party swoon.
So, take heed and beware!
Do not venture or dare
to trespass his domain- BLACK LAGOON.

Copyright © Gerard Keogh Jr.

Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #352 / Oh stars, even stars

Oh stars, even stars! Even the suns
whose undying light breathes life into all
countless mortal creatures across the universe,
whose sisters are their gods, whose risings set their clocks,
whose settings set ablaze the fire in their lovers’ eyes,
even they, even they are consumed
in the heartless Void!

Copyright © Jesse Jones

Details | Couplet | |

A Visit from Massacre Fairy 1st half

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town
Not a creature was breathing, not one to be found.

Bloody hand prints swept the walls which once were white
Darkness overshadowed anything that had light

Little boys were decapitated and sprawled across the floor,
While little girls were skinned alive; hung as décor for every door.

Mothers had their jaws ripped straight from their heads
As their children screamed for mercy from their very own beds.

Panic and pain ricocheted off the walls
Pets were brutally butchered then stretched out in the halls

And Fathers were kept alive long enough to observe
Then their eyes were gouged only to dangle by an optic nerve

Fifty-six minutes is all the creature takes
To slay the whole town with its massacre earthquake

Agony rained something fierce this night
For this town was caught in the worst of plights

And the echo of dripping blood is now all you can hear
The stench swimming through the air is encapsulated fear.

To have dodged this slaughter would have been transmundane
For this monster, this beast was most definitely inhumane

It came through the windows and tore through the blinds
Grabbing any human or beast it could find

Then Slash the body! Gnash at the body! Bash them in the crown! 
And Thrash the body! Lash at the body! Mash the body down!

Then it rips out your tongue and swallows it whole
This fiendish freak has a heart made of coal

When wondering eyes caught a glimpse of what did appear
They knew it wasn’t Santa and his flying reindeers

Copyright © Kristina Reid-Hansen

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A Visit from Massacre Fairy 2nd half


It was covered in black fur from its head to its toes
Its small eyes glimmered white like the sight of fresh snow

Razor, jagged teeth a quarter meter long
Its bite was considered to be bear trap strong

No lips, no ears, no nose on its face
Instead there were just holes, just a bunch of empty space. 

The fingers and nails grew together as one
Sharper than blades which were forged by the sun

And it carried a sack, but in it were trolls
That would jump out to grab the tormented souls

The drawing of the souls was the vilest thing to see
They shrieked and moaned, then begged for mercy

But before this act the hearts were ripped out
And the trolls gobbled them up without a shadow of a doubt

But then a glare of its eye and a twitch of its head
The trolls jump back in the sack or they knew they’d be dead

And it shrieked the same five words as it left like when it came
A bellow from hell, you could say sounded the same

If you were to hear these words, you could put its reign to an end
So with its saw-like teeth, your tongue it rends.

And when it’s complete, with no time to stall
The demons dash away, Dash away, Dash away all!

It is said to come back every fifty-sixth year
On the night before Christmas like this time here

To repeat the bloodbath on a town such as this
Leaving them no time for one final wish

So sleep light on a night which is said to be merry
For you might receive a visit from the Massacre Fairy.

Please rate after reading both parts =0)

Copyright © Kristina Reid-Hansen

Details | Sonnet | |

Last Breath

You were a shining Star.
Few of many in the sky.
Looking up so very high,
Not knowing why you are.

Close and set you are far.
Spinning flames  knot a tie,
I note a pattern just like pi.
Colliding with me you spar.

So burn it up and burn away,
Sow your heart upon a plane.
Chart your distance in the clay.
Burn it all up then call it sane.

The explosion in the sky is His death.
All burned up He has no last breath.

(R) Registered:  2013  Ann Rich

Copyright © Ann Rich

Details | Narrative | |

A Soul Awakened

The warm light calls me
And all the people who cries for thee
I raise my hand in this abyss
Only to make one wish
To float among the others
With all my sisters and brothers
I call out for forgiveness with passion
I take their pain into myself for this occasion
The moment that I see the sky
I will not look back and cry
My body is laying still
People standing by it with a chill
The air gets dense with sadness
I would not think of it less
Some people look up and down
To see the light hit the ground
Some can vision the uplifting feeling they see
One soul that has been and always be
It is special to notice such aberration 
And that might be how souls are awaken

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror

Copyright © Bill Kim

Details | Carpe Diem | |

Lucid Dream

Look upon city once known by name,
ruins that I called home, streets swallowed by flame,
in time alive shell not witness less of what should you understand,
reach on to hand of a stranger, scroll remain;
in signs that might be changing welcome,
different of a man.

When dawn awakes and there is no light,
upon dusk of man darkness will be spread by sight,
in time not different change will arise, life we thought you knew,
death would recognize.

Hearts will bound to King without a Crown,
why do mothers shed tears, echo rooted in the ground,
is there reason of a foolish wars, contracts written in blood,
new born babies died breathless, can't even appreciate the Sun,
don't deserve to live, not worth of the land,
existence will be scattered in ashes,
you will be remembered
by name.

Copyright © Miche Ulman

Details | Free verse | |

My Frozen Reflection, My Changed World

My tusks are sharp, like a warrior's spear.
I see clearly and only feel one thing, fear.
Frozen deep in this field of flattened glass,
I had to watch my unfulfilled dreams pass.
I have always known the snow covered land
that now morphs and changes behind my own,
Innocent eyes. But a weight of a stone, 
that can crush an entire army; then I remain alone.
I feel cold, my spirit sold,
lurking beyond me, rotten and old.
Out of reach, with so much to teach,
jerking to become free, begging for speech,
my young ones, my family shadows,
trapped behind a glacier of gallows,
The temporary apocalypse of merciless ice.
I wish I had warned them.

-Caroline Youngless

Copyright © Caroline Youngless

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The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.

21 February 2013

Copyright © Smail Poems

Details | Narrative | |

My Story Telling Who is this Princes

The night air made her feel tired
As she looked out side all the fences were wired
In the distance she hears crowds yelling
As she was to young to know they were rebelling
Father she asked where are we going?
Mother said to keep quiet and keep walking

Mother yelled in the night air
Father gave out a blank stare
They yelled run my princess run as far as you can
As that moment past her little feet pushed off and she ran
She ran to the nearest bushes and crawled into it to hide
She never smelled the air before as if someone just had died

As she lay on the ground under a bush she heard 
A loud yell in the distance almost to absurd
My name is Angelica, I am just a young girl who does not know 
Angelica just wants to live her life with help to grow
Angelica did not know what just happened she notice a figure in the distance
A little person just like her, a strong but gentle presence

Angelica saw the people who were shouting run off toward the voice
She was scared and she knew that she had to make a choice
Angelica fragile state was so confused and lost
She knew it will take burden on her at a cost
But in that moment of quietness a young but strong voice called out
Can you trust me just because? will you come with me with no doubt

My Story Telling  Together In A Strange World

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast

Details | Narrative | |

The Median Death of the Red Delicious

“God bless us all when the door is shut behind us, 
only then will we breathe our first breath,
and awake 
from the long dream…”

Forging past the indisputable summit onto the 
shelf of the perfect medium (ah, ‘tis noble here!)
he sits, contemplating his balance. He does not sweat. 

The winds breath breaks upon his predestined neck, 
bestowing the gift of lily white scent upon a lapel that’s 
stiff, yet pliable – just stiff enough. A 72 degree sun 

shines its neutrality, (fueling his desire for nothing at all, 
just the concept of sun giving heat, like a heartbeat, 
unnoticed in its certainty) upon his stagnant face. 
He is wearing his favorite pants (soft, worn jeans with 

a little give, but not enough so that he forgets to hold 
in his stomach), and from the ample pocket, he takes 
an apple. It is a Red Delicious. Not quite living up to its 
name, but unassuming and secure in its redness – he eats. 

It’s not the best apple he’s ever had, but its good enough. 
The vultures, native to this coveted desert waste circle, 
vying for the core of his Non-Delicious, yet edible fruit. 
And as he Bites into the last white taste of just fine, a glint 

of sunlight flashes briefly – like infinity within dreams, 
off of the vultures black eyes. And all at once he knows – 
everything is. The death birds orbit the terracotta desert 
peek (red and inviting in its dry and unforgiving reality), 

the bird turns away so fast after catching his eye, 
he forgets that he’d ever seen its pulsing recognition. 
The forgettable sunset mollifies him - sedates him,
pacifying his every forgettable non-movement.

It is then, when the last dripping light of day descends 
behind the obvious rock mount; the definite edge 
of darkness falls. Shadows creep slowly and quickly
across the terrestrial rock spine, (engulfing its redness

in its totality) leaving just the remnants of burgundy
skin between yellowing teeth, and a deafening black desert. 
As the sound of raucous wings and ripping jeans dominates
the guttural desert - the vultures take their coveted prize.

*Reposted for Deborah's Something Wicked This Way Comes, Wickedness Contest. :)

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds

Details | Senryu | |

Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.

Copyright © Marie Harrison

Details | Free verse | |

A Spider's View

A Spider’s View

Walking his web
At ceiling corner
Gazing downward
Watching and waiting
Patience absolute.

Growing hungry
Eyes focused
Two victims
Fly and Lady Bug
Trapped in web.

Sense of doom
Survival of fittest
Stronger species
Spider’s appetite
Sustenance waiting.

Scheme of life—
With Darwin smiling
A winner, two losers
Strongest wins
And strongest eats.

A Spider’s View
On a typical day
Each day similar
But different
Result—the same.

Fixed in place
Or hanging around—
And multi-eyed—
An Acrobat Supreme!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
(April 26, 2015) (Accentual Meter)

*Originally written for publication in my new book on February 18, 2015

Copyright © Gary Bateman

Details | Free verse | |


The greatest illusion is stillness 
Numb to the sense of spinning on this atlas stone
Unaware of twirling on a celestial clock
We are a mere blemish on a cog
In this device of time

Atlas are you unable to rest?
Put your burden down and for a moment be still
Let us be immortal like gods of olympus 
Give us strength to defeat this titan
Our adversary time

Take us back
To relive our dear bliss
The moments that linger in our minds
They're the fabric that make up the soul
Turn time into oblivion with sweet scents of anodyne

Atlas chooses to carry his stone
Striding to his never ending destination
The cruel paradox that ends our short bleak lives
This colossal does not rest or sleep
It's intangible time

Copyright © Trevor Barnett

Details | Rhyme | |

Ever lasting

Seek and ye shall find
But truth exists in the contrived
Concealed in the equation
There is no static explanation
Complicated theories created to define
What has always existed with or without your human mind
To perceive or try to grasp this intelligent design
We seek the architect, searching for the blueprints
But secrecy quite crucial to protect us from ourselves
You want to know, but if you know
You just signed your death sentence
Humans must have unanswered questions to explore
To solve the riddle of creation serves no purpose, will only bore
It must remain something that can't be figure out
It's mystery, not conclusions, appetite for more
Insatiable meditation, intellectual life support
Driven by curiosity to covet information
This never-ending story has no book of Revelation
We live in an expanding, infinite universe
We can't understand it, cause being mortal's a curse
Handicapped in finite, contradictory to forever
Apocalyptic scenarios are made up so we feel better
But there's really no such thing as the end of time
The universe is not subject to the doom of human kind
In fact it grows everyday like kudzu on the vine
Fear not, for you still have a great opportunity
To overcome death and reach immortality
Instead of a tombstone try leaving a legacy
And live in the minds of generations to come
They will all contemplate how you did what you done

Copyright © Scarlett Crittenden

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Single Kisses

Focused on you, a wild demons stare
 With a motion it happens
 A emotion flattens
 As you fall beneath a demons glare
He notices most things that happen
 Might even pick the clothes you wear
 Believe it or not he really does care
 Knows whats best and helps me get there
To perfection the performance blacken when he's scared
 Things fall apart if he's not helping me be prepaired
 Guidence and experience for me his mare
 Sometimes I wonder what it would be like without a demon here
He loves positive reactions with greatness and flair
 And how people love me after he dares
 Carefully he holds me through a very small tear
 Me I guess I am getting used to, just hangin round rare 

Copyright © Courtney Courtney

Details | Narrative | |

Spoiled by Carson Eelman- 7th grader

A tribute to Ray Bradbury's The Veldt

by Carson Eelman

The nursery is a curious place
a place where dreams came true
inside lied an African Veldt.
In there the leaves would sway,
as the grass danced in the wind,
the lions roar, the sun beats hot,
it seems so real but know it's not.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The power of imagination,
can be a wonderful thing,
full of magic, fun, and wonder;
but it can turn to darkness as well.
The nursery became corrupted,
with thoughts of death,
becoming real to Mom and Dad.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

The called a man
to see what's wrong
but honestly he wasn't sure.
He said they should take a break,
and so the father said,
"Shut down the house,
     we are ready to go," 
         but the kids said "Please No!"

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

They couldn't let it happen,
so they locked both inside.
The parents screamed and banged,
but to no reply.
The lions came and they were gone.
Peter and Wendy flashed a wicked grin,
then settled down and ate a meal.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

In a world where thoughts come true,
what evil acts young minds will do;
I don't think we are alone,
in this place where lions roam.

Copyright © Lynette Munich

Details | Free verse | |

The Cremation of My Uncle- 2

When his truck met
with nature so pure,
Did he know his time
was coming to an end?

Basic elements of life
taught each day
not to think twice.
Giving humans oxygen,
yet encouraging a raging fire,
just ordinary trees.
Did he know they would 
cut his time short?

A cremation vault so sacred
destroys our lives.
It put him in a vase
rather than a box.
Does he know now
that he has come
to an end?

-Caroline Youngless

Copyright © Caroline Youngless

Details | Sonnet | |

Gulf Oil Spill

Our ecosystem and wildlife can no longer be ignored
The devastation caused by the Gulf oil spill must vastly be restored

As anger and frustration surges across the Coast
The depletion of our environment, indeed we fear the most

Several past months, many lives have been erased
In the midst of these disasters, we can only look to faith

Now let us pay a visit to some underlying factors
Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, and other natural disasters

It was not in their intention for a high tech failed invention
Yell still they don't take into account the consequences of their actions

Efforts to contain this oil spill is more doltish than we have known
What more massive debacles can this single Earth condone?

Many local residents are now suffering from depressions
So think about what lies ahead, our future generations


Copyright © Rashana King

Details | Alliteration | |

The Drone's Retort

If I'm to be the neck
you fit inside a noose,
then spin me up a soul.

When you can define it -
and find it -
you let me know.

Until then, Mother-Father
fix your own malfunctions.

This universe
is your slaughterhouse.

I just work here.

Copyright © Bryant OHara