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Details | Free verse | |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy | |

The Last Gold Leaf

The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
Summer is just a mem'ry now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
Our summer days came to an end.

We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
 How I will miss you no one knows.
 On eagle wings you split the skies;
Your spirit soared. You had to fly.

My earthbound soul will bear its grief
Severed from you on mortal reef;
But returning from yonder shore,
Your love in waves will wash me o'er.

You've gone before, my trusted love;
I wait behind, your mourning dove;
Yet, from across the great divide
Your voice to me in dreams confides.

No, I think not that dreams they are;
T is communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
To know and love you once again.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Romanticism | |

I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
... No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave... that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.
Why...?

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

My Love, I love you but this is my Farewell.

I want to love you,

But how can I, when you... you treat me like this!?

No more! No more! No more! 

I loved you once and have for always.

But no more will I love you for who you have become, but for who you 

were. 

My love, I love you but this is my farewell.

Copyright © Emily Kroeger | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse | |

Orange trees and Destinies

Half A Heart I asked you to bring me something from your memories. You brought me all the stars in the Universe; You brought me their gleam, their glimmer. And I, I stood there consumed by their warmth. In that moment, I realized that you will always love me more. I waited for the dewdrop to come home; But you painted for me dark blue skies and thunder. The clouds brought me to you and I stayed; I stayed Because there was no part of me that hadn't felt the rain. In that moment, I realized you were my comfort; my ease. I stretched out my hand to touch that petal. And you flooded me with peaches and flowers, You made me believe in Orange trees and destinies; I watched our euphoria take over my dreams. In that moment, I realized that you were my escape. I let myself fall asleep on your lap and heard our time tick away. I guessed correctly then, that Time would be our antagonist. And I must say, she played it quite well. I couldn’t feel the scent of your laughter anymore. In that moment, I realized that I had already lost you. “The sun of my reason has set. My thoughts have set sail and My heart was washed ashore last night. Take me to the bottom of the ocean. There, I will build you a sandcastle.” I'm sorry I let my mind strike those words out; I hadn't realized that they were stories from another world; I hadn't realized that I was erasing your dream. I'm sorry I didn't even feel the heat of your fire; I was so consumed in mine. Think of happy places, happy people; they said. But in all my thoughts, I saw myself with you. You are my happiness. The period I refused to place. You are the ink-spot that refused to wash off. Come be my snowfall again; I promise I won’t hurt the flakes. Our yesterdays were so beautiful. Oh yes, they were! They've held most of our smiles and best of our memories. Frightened at the sight of our dreams coming true I don't want our tomorrows to meet. So hold my hand one last time and wish me a Good Life. Let our destinies lay buried under the shade of our Orange Tree.
2nd November 2015 Neethu Roy

Copyright © Neethu Roy | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet | |

Sadness Farewell

Oh! Farewell sweet sadness, forever farewell.
We must part now that all my tears have dried.
All the pain of my past, no more to hide.
It is joy that causes my heart to swell.

Go, I set you free from this prison cell
To see you leave and not feel you’re cold 
arms around my chest; I release my hold
I speak of you no more, no more I tell

Oh! My sadness, you’re free; run from this hell
For I must stay and we must part, so go
For love has filled my heart to overflow
Around loves joy I know you can not dwell.

My odium lies with you memory
For love was come and brought her joy for me.


Copyright © Mike Samford | Year Posted 2007

Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry | |

My Farewell

                      If I forget you, would you remember me?
                       If I still love you, would you still love me?
                      
                      If I fall when old, would you lift me up?
                       If I sleep, would you sleep by me?
                      
                          If I run away, would you follow me?
                       But If I stay, would you stay with me?
                     
                        If I see you, would you recognize me?
                               I know you would Not.
                        
                           That is why, I wish I would whisper 
                               And not hear myself. 
                         
                                   I wish I could cry 
                                   not feel my tears
                                    nor feel my fears.
                               Tonight, my final Farewell.
                  
                                     Therese Bacha
                                     24 August 2014

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after the last one was planted,
He sniffed it; then turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed. 
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place. 
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears.  
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too.  His name was Pal.”

Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Understanding Gods Love

Christmas, so full of life, and miracles, was found wanting this year.
A young mother sat by her daughter’s hospital bed, racked with tears.
Her daughter was sleeping way too still; her last breaths would soon come.
How could this happen to so beloved a child, she was way, too very, young.

Where was God’s wisdom, in taking a six year old, or her father as taken in war?
Church, friends, family, others, and her, had prayed till they could pray no more.
They’d ask for her: to walk in the sun, and play again, with family to hold her hand.
But her time was gone, like in an hourglass; the sand was almost, completely gone.

The mother was afraid to pray anymore… what could it accomplish any more?
What the disease hadn't taken, the cure had, nothing left, but for her soul, to soar.
But how could she hand her to the angels? Strangers had always frightened her child.
No, she sobbed, she’s way to young! Still she knew: life was never fair… or mild.

Where was God when you need him! Please don’t take her away! Her mind riled!
When suddenly, her daughter opened her eyes, and smiled her little, tired smile.
She whispered: Papa’s here… to hold my hand… He’s taking me… where I can play.
At that the fear receded… as she said she loved her… then watched her fade away.

Perhaps her prayers HAD been answered… She’d had her time with her, after all.
Now her Husband, would take her place… Perhaps it was his turn, to carry on.
Tears would still be shed… It was natural for that to happen, when this befalls.
But she knew her daughter now had everything, including The Great Father’s Love.

There are many types of Christmas magic, but as her time came to a close…
A mother’s love can’t be beat, except by God’s Love, for us all…

Copyright © Carol Eastman | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric | |

The Dance

                                               The Dance

                                             Dance she said
                                             As this short life
                                             Nears it end.
                                             Dance she said
                                             Nothing I can do
                                             But leave this pain
                                             As I fade from you.

                                             Dance she said
                                             Try to remember
                                             A heart that bled.  
                                             Dance she said
                                             Be as one together  
                                             Before I must depart
                                             Our love forever.

                                             Dance she said
                                             Hold arms around me
                                             As my eyes circle red.
                                             Dance she said 
                                             Glide me as before
                                             While music echoes
                                             Across this floor. 

                                             Dance she said
                                             Catch my falling tears
                                             And things all unsaid.
                                             Dance she said
                                             Moments light my face
                                             With visions of heaven
                                             This our last embrace.   

Copyright © William Gray | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
alone;
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.

-10/14/2013-

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A Missive to My Granddaughters

“A Missive To My Granddaughters”


My dearest girls,

How can I begin to tell you 
how much your smile warms my heart,
or the enrichment that penetrates my soul
when I feel your arms embrace me?

With you, I am a girl again reliving my own youth
When you share each new life experience with me.
Once again, my own fervor for life springs forth, 
As I listen to the enthusiasm that emanates from your cheerful chatter.

Your joy rejuvenates me.
Your smile pierces my heart and finds its way
To a special place reserved only for you.
Your zest for life gives me hope again for a better world,
And I thrive on your courage that abounds with each day that passes.

Please know…
That I have saved countless wishes for you alone -
A heart that is forgiving and true,
A mind that is forever open and exploring,
And the courage to face and overcome any obstacle.

I wish you a taste for beauty in whatever presents itself,
A flair of your own like no one else has ever experienced,
An infinite appreciation for all of Nature’s bounty,
And a magnanimous spirit for others less fortunate.

Please know that when I am gone, 
I will be with you always in spirit.
Whether it is the sweetness of a Spring rain,
In the coo of a morning dove,
Or the scent of a summer rose,
You will be reminded,
And you will know
That I am there
With you
Watching
Waiting
Until we are together..…again.

Copyright © Jan Pearce | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism | |

The Blue Poet

I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
... I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive... happy... romantic,
... till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

A Settled Sweetness in Love

  two septets with rhyme  

At last, my friend and I bear no shame.
We spent a year seeking a soul-mate.
His eyes obliged my life to claim,
yet he could not, he would not propose.

Our calm ship was headed aground
for months we kept it together -
an ocean of hope, my playground.


Fisherman's widow!  At long last
I reeled in and quit my fishing.
I found my reach exceeds my grasp.

Two smiling faces fade from sight, 
we travel on very different waves.
Feeling free, we are all alone tonight,
the settled sweetness of farewell.


inspired by a quote from Andrea del Sarto byRobert Browning, 
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,"

Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2015

Details | ABC | |

Laying Here

Laying here ...
On the grass 
Its such a peaceful night 
Layin here ...
As I slowly inhale, exhale
Among the diamonds in the sky 
I soon begin to visualize
Your perfect face, 
your perfect smile
My mind quickly begins to rewind
To the days when you and I
were more than once upon a time. 

I have but one regret in life 
I let insecurities dictate how I walked the line
Hand in hand with ignorance and pride
So many feelings I held inside
The love of my life, I self denied

If only I had told u a long time ago 
Your name is written on my heart, 
Your silhouette imprinted within my soul
Maybe u would have never closed your door 
                  on me ....
             
              I cant get in..... 

He changed the lock
And now she holds the key. 

And here I am
Laying here ...
Wondering if she sees 
You as I do now. 

Copyright © Beverly Vera | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet | |

I have got to go

For the piles of promises that were broken
And the avalanche of lies that were spoken

I have got to go, you know I've got to go

I have got to leave the lock of your arms
And escape from the spell of your charms

I have got to go, you know I've got to go

What we had was sweet while it lasted
But now it looks like our time was wasted

I have got to go, you know I've got to go

Copyright © John Pen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric | |

Flight Number three two k

I bid you farewell my friend I'll be on the next plane of no return Number three two k a ticket one way in forever gone to stay And if you ever come to miss me in want to hear my voice Just remember So many days i dialled your number So many calls never been answered You left me no other choice And if you ever come to need me Just remember So many nights i knocked on your blue door I heard soft music in the background but there was nobody home. I bid you farewell my friend I'll be on the next plane of no return Number three two k a ticket one way in forever gone to stay And tomorrow there s' a sunrise in a yesterday s' a gloom in today there is a sunset and above there s' a half moon.
Charma (fiction poem)

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse | |

I love you enough to leave

The truth 
It will destroy you
An August day
While you sweep up
rose petals 
On our Sun drenched
porch
You look at me from
under heavy lashes
And say it's ok
You don't wish to be
without me
It's ok your always
want me
Your never stop

I'll bask in this
glory
Thanking God for you
loving me
As tears prick the
back of my eyes

The hand around my
heart squeezes a
little tighter
Until I am
breathless with it

In time
There is a
difference to us
Making love is no
longer rushed
After 
I look at you,
looking down at me
But neither of us
say it's pointless
Your days a little
darker
A little longer
Things a little more
useless

The hand around my
heart squeezes a
little tighter
As the truth picks
away at your dreams
one by one

At Christmas we
pretend we are still
happy
Completely in love
While in the garden
with your sister
The truth pours out
of me in great sobs
She says it's ok
your get through
this
We both know she's
lying
Inside she's crying

I had no right in
making you love me
So the hand squeezes
a little tighter
round my heart

Somewhere along the
way
Anger rises
The tension
surprises us
You begin to resent
me
Hate me for letting
you love me

And I am sorry
I stayed a little
too long
Cared a little too
much
I needed this
whatever it was

So the hand squeezes
a little tighter
round my heart

Invisibly I collect
my possessions
Storing them
They lay in wait

Courage appears 
At three in the
morning on a Tuesday
Quietly I get my
things
Wait by the window
for a taxi
As the hand squeezes
a little tighter
round my heart

The knowledge
erupted
Watching you hold
your new Godson
Looking at me
longingly
Knowing I can never
give you this
Tears glazing your
eyes
Looking so proud
It's wrong for me to
keep you
With me this is all
your ever be
A childless man

In your hallway
You help with my
bags saying nothing
I will never be
wife, bnever be a
mother
Without you I'll
never be anything

As the cab pulls
away
You say your always
love me
I say I know
But I have to let
you go
I'm giving you a
chance of what I
can't give you
The most precious
thing
A family

So the hand
completely squeezes
my heart

Copyright © little known nothing | Year Posted 2014

Details | Quatrain | |

Farewell at the Falls

Your emerald eyes smiled at me
as the mist caressed your face, 
they captured me and held me
in a magical embrace.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              

The thundering silver waters
torrentially unkind,
echoing at daybreak
of love we’re forced to leave behind.

The splendor of Niagara
her beauty and her grace
is incomparable to the loveliness
that decorates your face.

Our love is like caged bird,
no hope, no chance to fly,
you’ll  live eternal in my heart
till these mighty Falls run dry.

Our souls  will meet again someday ,
you’re the greatest part of me,
timeless as Niagara’s waters flow,
you are my destiny.
					


Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

A Deep And Saddened Look Back

A Deep And Saddened Look Back

On a very sad sunny day in summer's glory
that tragic ending came to our love story.
Midnight, a night filled with bright, full moon
misery blasted me that hot day in June!

Your phone call put me into epic shock
your hammer had just cracked my rock.
A darkened cloud descended over my life
WORST PAIN EVER- loss of my dear wife!

So sad.You cared not as you walked away
leaving me with loving words yet to say.
And destroyed was all our future plans
as you sought lust with your lusting fans!

As I look back and now see that event
soul tells me it was truly heaven sent.
Life has a plan to send us another way
ignoring sad pleas and what we may say!

Decades have now shown me wisdom galore
revealing life then became so much more.
Yet heart and soul may still remember you
sad years passed, still you have no clue!

There was that sweet family we never had
and our love lost forever, tis' so very sad.
Children, never born to grace our halls
YOU NEVER HEARING YEARS OF MY CALLS!

******  *******  , 12-15-2015

Written for Silent One's , Walking Away contest. 
Based upon a sad event in my young life.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

The Wretched Prince

"The Wretched Prince"

You were my hope
And all my dreams,
But all of that has changed,
It seems

Because I treated 
You so bad,
Destroying everything
We had

And if I could
Just turn back time,
I'd claim you and,
I'd make you mine

I'd treat you
Like a Princess fair,
Hold you close,
And stroke your hair

A precious jewel
You would be,
Honored, Treasured,
Loved by me

I'd be your Prince,
Your Hero true,
And nothing
Would I keep from you

But this is not 
A Fairy Tale,
I missed the mark,
I lost the trail

Your "Prince" was just
A wretch, it seems,
Quite capable
Of killing dreams

A Hero?
No, I failed that too,
You got much less
Than you were due
I rack my brain,
I beat my breast,
Realizing that I failed the test

And I know this,
You played no part,
In the reckless murder
Of your heart

We had it all,
We were "that pair"
I ruined that,
It wasn't fair

I promised not 
To play that game,
But in the end,
I hold the blame

You were "the one"
I always said,
Then cruelly left
Our love for dead

Your faith in me
Was rare and just,
I finally ground 
It into dust

I crushed your faith,
And acted small,
And caused a bitter rain
To fall

I hurt you love,
And I regret,
The pain I caused,
You can't forget

And if I could 
Reset the clock,
Erase the pain,
The hurt, the shock



I'd do it now
I swear it's true,
Undo the harm
I did to you

But time moves forward
I am told,
It leaves me sad,
And feeling old

With words too little,
And too late,
I took your love,
And left you hate

These words I offer 
Unto you,
With hope you can 
Believe they're true

You were so strong,
Yet fragile too,
I tore a precious thing
From you

I pray that God
Will soon repair,
The heart
I was so quick to tear

I thank you for
The strength you shared,
The love you gave,
And how you cared

Your courage helped me
To go on,
When all of mine
Was dead and gone

All I left you
Was pain and strife,
And I'll regret that
All my life


Please know your tears
Don't fall alone,
I miss the place 
We once called home

This wretched "prince"
Will hobble on,
No longer part, 
Of your sweet song

A Princess,
I can never claim,
But I will not 
Forget your name,

My honor, blanketed by shame,
But I will not forget your name.

Copyright © Brian Wallace | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

A Dance in the Dark

He was her dance in the dark
that never got past the stroke of midnight,
both shared moon's light
yet, never did he leave
the empty corridors
in her mind

grief of days swept into years
which she could never seem to shake
heart's lonely ache
as they twirled round and round
when she closed her eyes

She wondered if his heart, like hers
was bound to that moment in time
love in its prime
torn from two; much too soon
now only memories of what was

She sat by the window, staring down the lonely drive
grey hair shaped around her face
a soft light filled the place
she held out her hand for the man she mourned for
gently he took hold and wisped her through the door

She arrived at sixteen in this home of misplaced minds
no name of which she could recall
nor who she was at all
The car wreck she was pulled from 
left the driver dead
no more words were said
while she danced in the dark

Copyright © regina branham | Year Posted 2013

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Heartstorm

I came to you in a summer storm last night.
The crisp wind blew and I was left behind.
Your body welcomed me but not your mind.
I gazed upon your face and found no light.

It's dangerous to love a soul too much.
When all you take away with you is pain.
Feels as though there's nothing left to gain.
All that's left to you is bitter touch.

The night is bracing for some starry skies.
And I am looking for a vague relief.
You stole my heart then ran off like a thief.
Like they were good for me I ate your lies.

Now circumstance has sent me out to sea.
You're bound to wish me far away from shore.
I am adrift out here without an oar.
But I will sail away and set you free.

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Will You Come to Say Goodbye

when the last breath of life
is gone and my lips are as cold as the dog’s nose
when my friends gather 'round
for the farewell party
will you return with a smile to say 
goodbye

there will be flowers from those
who cry when I'm gone
and lots of tears from those I left in the world alone 
and I know some will have fun at the farewell party
but will you return with a smile to say 
goodbye

don't be mad at me for wanting your goodbye
and dying for the smile we shared 
this you need to know as true
when my life in this unfaithful world is through
I'll go away loving you still

Copyright © PADMORE AGBEMABIESE | Year Posted 2007

Details | Sonnet | |

A farewell poem.

My love for you is not dying but getting stronger,
Waiting for you takes longer and longer,
No matter how many days go by,
I think of you while looking at the open sky,
Oh how I wish you were here with me,
All I need is for you to come and see,
Nothing is happening while waiting for you,
I know we sometimes regret the things we say and do,
Why oh why must I wait for you to notice,
I am changing blooming into a beautiful lotus,
I want you here,
So you can whisper in my ear,
My love is not leaving,
But a burden that is grieving,
Seeing me fly by,
I go with that look in your eyes,
Goodbye my love,
I just want to give one last hug,
When you see me lying dead in that floor,
Please oh please love me no more.

Copyright © Shannon Spier | Year Posted 2009

Details | Narrative | |

Tenderly

They lived a long time together.

They grew old together - they died.
Few to say “good-bye” - to see what they had become.

They drifted together in their own dreams
chasing their own stars
face to face with Angels.

Their together hearts filled with resplendent love
growing beyond the reach of others
who may have observed but they never understood.

Alone together -  only children and this song sings
that they were ever here.

Lovely she fell first, alone he died - together again.

Copyright © Mark Hounsell | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

EMPTY POCKETS

I got empty pockets
Where promise used to be
Seems like it was yesterday
Girl, you were sitting next to me
That was ten years ago
Time grew wings so it could fly
Left me here all alone
We never even said goodbye

I got empty pockets
I'm busted, broke.. Without a clue
I got empty pockets
But my heart is still full of you

I got empty pockets
There's no pictures on my wall
Pretty sure I'm still in shock
Your leaving makes no sense at all
Sometimes I look in the mirror
Ask that guy what went wrong
But he ain't got no answers
He just sings his sad songs..

I got empty pockets
It hurts but I know it's true
I got empty pockets
Girl, tonight I'm missing you

I got empty pockets
I'm busted, broke.. Without a clue
I got empty pockets
But my heart is still full of you

Copyright © Lyric Man | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

The Poem That Will Never Be

It was conceived in quiet hope,
within the morning’s light.
But it died, as with the sunset,
and this rose in the night.

It was meant a chide to winter,
for stealing her away,
a curse to all the elements,
but that was child’s play.

For it is not the dark or cold,
that keeps her heart from me.
It never was poor nature’s fault,
though it took me long to see.

She wasn’t taken from me.
She chose to leave me here.
She wasn’t forced against her will,
to sprinkle me with fear.

But I am not afraid now.
My mind is clear at last.
I guess I’ve crossed that bridge, now.
Farewell, my ghostly past.

And I bid adieu to that sad dream,
where winter kept her free,
to inspire with love’s specter,
the poem that will never be.

23 March 2016

Copyright © James Fross | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

Farewell, alas

Farewell, alas, our ways now part
At the forking of the road
You leave me now with willing heart
And I must carry still the load

Farewell, alas, bravely once here
You walked in sun and dew
And never did I see a tear
To make this choice, so well thought through.

Farewell, alas, I love you more now
Than when my company you keep
But coming to hills bright brow
You spoke of promises to keep.

Farewell, alas, what courage gleams
And you insistent to know beyond the mist
While I raging defer with screams
The myth that something else be ever better than this.

Farewell, alas, I miss you on the sunless shore
At the forking road you left my side
And I walk on alone, alone the poor
And empty world your parting must abide.

Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2009