I am a coward with open sores.
I write and wonder who it bores.
I hear my heart and mind argue repeatedly.
I see others carrying out my dreams;
that’s what’s defeated me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I pretend open doors are closed, and walk the other way.
I touch base with the fear in my heart, tearing me apart,
leaving nothing to say...
I worry the world will leave me.
I cry because no one believes in me.
I am a coward with open sores.
I understand nothing comes easy.
I say I’m happy, but even I don’t believe me.
I dream I am healed and brave.
I try to overcome my weaknesses before I’m in my grave.
I hope you hear me.
I’m on all fours.
I am a coward with open sores.
© 2011 ~JSLaM
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Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2011
Dancing figures of extinction are an ultimate fate
expiration of existence matching best before date
afterlife or reincarnation - one does not advocate
times of sorrow they come together like a magnate
how sad - people only remember when it's too late
Mono rhyme acrostic
The Silent One
25 November 2015
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
The mirror reflected her face, pained with
Hate and self-loathing
Rueing her actions from the night before
On waking to find herself naked, lying beside him
Under the influence of alcohol, she had
Given in and made love to him, now, she chastised
Herself for letting him make his move
There had once been a time, when
His touch was all she desired, but that fire had been
Extinguished many years ago
Love had disappeared in an instant
Once he had started playing his game and his
Omnipotence had came to the fore,
King had taken Queen
In his opening play and he’d taken control
Now he was on the offensive again and
Giving herself to him, had gained him the upper hand
Gathering her resolve, she put aside her
Lamentations and regrets, closing her door silently
As he lay quietly, still deep in sleep;
She stepped into the shower, the water removing all trace of him as
She contemplated her next strategic, defensive move.
Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2010
Grovel for blood, grovel for blood you bastards
Hunger for bodies of innocent children and flee
Amidst webs of mayhem you throw the world asunder
“Zionists we are, all so powerful, all so free!”
And again the injustice of war compels me
To speak in anger and utterly be
I am sorry fellow poets if harshness comes with words
But the news gives me not any joy, not any glee
For the people of Palestine are now in torture
And all I can do is watch Ghaza fall to become debris
Copyright © farah chamma | Year Posted 2009
Keep well away from dark, forbidding dreams --
Instead, stay near the hearth and play your lyre;
Sleep even so will wait on wooden beams,
Seducing you beside your cozy fire.
Meticulous and careful you may be,
Evicting darting shadows with the blaze --
Inside your quiet cottage, patiently,
Night's emissary holds you in her gaze.
The cuckoo calls as midnight church-bells chime;
His warning message echoes from the walls --
Enchanted ears have lost all track of time,
So far from whispered fears as silence falls.
Her chilling hands then rip away your voice,
And images assail your inner eyes --
Denying you the act of conscious choice,
On captive lips she mixes truth and lies.
When sunlight climbs the sky and breaks her spell,
She blows a darkened kiss, and bids farewell.
Copyright © M. Teresa Blaylock | Year Posted 2007
T hose beautiful little girls you tried to kill
A s they waited in their school van at the end of the day
L ive another day to remind you, once again, you've failed!
I n terrible suffering, yet they shine for the whole world to see
B e it known, innocent blood cries for better tomorrows
A nd like the dust beneath the feet of these little ones
N ever will you rise to the heights for which you murder to attain!
Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2012
These are the five letters you left me with:
So you are leaving, walking away,
Old wounds grate against silence.
Realizing a moment too late, what’re you doing,
Reading through all those beautiful lies,
You never meant what you said.
And, I read them, over and over again
but five small letters never seemed so big.
Copyright © Rhia Madison Thomer | Year Posted 2011
C casually stands next to his saddled horse
O openly he weeps (so) full of his remorse
W what is left of pale pink running rose that grew
B blood floods from thorn pricks he's getting his due
O oh! tangled web with his love he did weave
Y yesterday she discovered all his cowboy lies believed
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
Teeming pools of spawning thoughts
Irrational coiling tendrils and knots
Restless limbs and rattled brain
Exquisite need for some slight refrain
Deprived of basal corporal need...
...I am so...tired.
Copyright © Kelly McDonald | Year Posted 2006
Giving up on all I believe in,
Opaque is the road that I walk on,
Not even the brightness of a hundred stars, is capable of
Erasing, all the wrong I've done.
Wandering the streets of wrong-doing,
I'd watch people pass me by, life is much more complicated
Than I thought it would be, it's just so mystifying,
How everything wrong feels so right, everything is a
Trap, in the web of life.
How everything that gives delight, in fact, has
Existed to reveal the true meaning of remorse, yet until this day, a
Sinner I am, carrying a bundle of sins
In my hands,
Not knowing what road to take.
Copyright © Maya Kaabour | Year Posted 2007
She's fighting a silent battle within.
No one notices, no one cares.
She wants it to end, but not knowing how.
The torment is so strong.
In her mind she wants to die.
No matter how hard she tries.
She cant fight no longer,
Tears will flow but she will know,
it will get better with her gone.
Copyright © Paige Brackins | Year Posted 2006
Here on this planet
Avid to participate in a
Noble Grace-filled saga, our lives
Gave way to
Serious reflection on hollow
Truths that had too long prevailed ...
Of war and honor and the
Frustration of our Peace fervor brought
Outrage and confusion as the
Appeared: human beings are
Evolution a tragic ending.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
H ope and faith
A re in my heart,
P erhaps this year,
P erhaps a new start...
Y esterday is gone.
N ow I look to 2010,
E ying the dates,
W ondering when.
Y earning for health,
E veryone's worried.
A nother day gone:
R ainy and blurried.
©2009 Danielle White
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2009
Advances on its
Course of pain
Eating all before it with no
Respite for its host.
Copyright © Janette Fisher | Year Posted 2010
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
L acking the common sense of a maggot
O bviously attention starved as a child
S orry excuse for a human being
E merging from a place where dung was piled
R ejected for a lack of talent
S tuck in a self pity life beguiled
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2011
Destiny made a way out of my reach,
Instead of welcoming with open arms
Spread wide. To each his own! On my own, each
And every day, I did life no harm.
Priorities, other than me, came first,
Prior to closing my eyes and dreaming
Of better days. But, bad days made the worst
Inceptions; Days and nights double teaming.
Nothing prepared me for what I would get,
Though I really should have seen it coming.
Most of the time, both my eyes were too wet,
Evidence that God did not do something.
Next time, I will choose to abandon hope,
Trying to get by, while trying to cope.
Copyright © dakarai cobb | Year Posted 2012
I. looked inside of me for the answers but they were invisible.
Blindness over took me and you taxed my patience.
Internally is where I live and my body is what carries me.
R. IP address wasn't found and you stayed hidden.
I waited for my refund and even called upon you with your wealth of information.
I tried to cash my disability check but there were insufficient funds.
S. ince you left I wandered without a plan except to keep it moving.
But I'm no longer available, I'm on the go.
I taxted you but your number was no longer listed.
The taxman always win except when one dies
Copyright © Patrick Cornwall | Year Posted 2012
C onstruction of causes often concluding at an undesirable end
O menous clouds hover over head
N oticing some circumstantial happenstance not consistently NEGATIVE
S ystematically obligated to change results
E effect becomes the antidote
Q uickly questioning motives
U nderlining reasons
E existing in riddles
N othing is ignored when the end is near
C ontinuous uncontrolled events
E very action has them
S tate of mind, similar occurrences down the line
Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015
O ther misconceptions of my
H ome of birth and where I spent some of my
Y outh is that
E veryone lives in mud huts and wears grass
S kirts as tourists are greeted at the airport.
B ermuda is a place of
E xceptions in that as of course the world economy is changing, that for a small island
it is still one of the
R ichest nations on the Earth!
M any of the people you might see on the street, if any, are not poor; but, because of the
U nbelievably high cost of living has to
D eal with finding a roof over their head hard.
A lso, while some things might have come to the
I sland a little later than the states, we are not a barefoot, backwoods people
T hat don't know anything and are in constant awe of the
S treams of people who visit us.
Y ou tourists are graced with an island and a people
O f beauty, Godly fear, and an
U nbelievable strength that has fought off one natural disaster
A fter another.
N o other island is graced with our beautiful pink-sanded beaches.
D iversity is reached with people from South America, Europe, the Azores, North America, as
M any other islands and nations.
E ach and every house, as well as it people are "cemented in colour and everlasting pride"!
(The acrostic spells out a song that I used to sing constantly when I was little.)
Copyright © Brandee Augustus | Year Posted 2009
Partisanship hinders compromise
Oblivious voters put cronies into power
Likeability trumps substance
Idiotic commentators bicker
Tension builds amongst the people
Idealouges pollute the system
Charming individuals manipulate
Society falls apart
Copyright © Dustin Craig | Year Posted 2013
Bungalow shrouded by sorrow
Ancillary space time doth borrow
Recycled dreams in dark basement furrow
Residual memories in corroded hope chest burrow
Embezzled ambitions in fallow vault sallow
Naked soul in hollowed-out walls doth wallow
Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2012
Hope such an allusive thing
Only the despair that each day brings
Memories of a dignified life
Every day overwhelming strife
Living again for just one more day
Empty eyes see the world as gray
Seeking compassion from their fellow man
Surely each of us needs to do what we can….
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
S himmering girth cloaking my footsteps
H ologram dredging my fleeting essence
A bridging lines covering time and space
D iminishing returns of temporal being
O utline coarsely cloning my dimensions
W ispy figment mocking my visual acuity
Copyright © Stephen Parker | Year Posted 2013
HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT
Hello brother and how are you.
I know you been upset because of the things I am doing.
Tomorrow is just another adventurous day.
My life is an ascertain maze.
Each extreme that I experience
Watches me within my memory.
Is it you that state I am living dangerously?
That may be the case.
Here I am for you to put me in my place.
Yet, will this mean anything at all?
Of course, I will listen and provide you with due respect.
Unless you are not that projected and
Regards become irate
Because you negate
Essence of my personal recourse.
Such offensiveness should not be voiced.
Therefore, I am here to provide my undivided attention.
Silently, I will listen.
Helping you to remove your frustration.
Otherwise, you are fine with what I do.
To you brother, much ado.
Or else, hit me with your best shot.
However, do not stretch the truth.
Hello as well sister and you may have a seat.
I tell you that you are not at all discreet.
Today is another part of the future.
Mountains you certainly have climbed.
Each time you overcome an obstacle
We do not intertwine, nonetheless,
I know that your life has unbind.
Thus, it is not for me to question.
However, I will discuss
Your acumen in choices
Out of all the options that was there.
Unless there was a threat even in the most
Remote form, you
Being that ideal that will unshackle
Such defensiveness is understood.
True, I suppose be there for you.
So you have come to chastise.
Hindrance is not forthcoming as you unbraid your hair.
Of course, I will correct you when you are wrong and have over stated yourself.
To thine self-reproof as well.
Hit me with your best shot.
Just not below the belt.
Scribed June 21, 2015!
Copyright © Verlena S. Walker | Year Posted 2015
A mania she could not explain made her devise the plan:
No one could know where or what place she may have gone
If so, I’m not sure they’d tell; conclusions would be drawn:
Tomorrow, perhaps an answer will come, before the setting sun; but,
Really does it matter to anyone? Are we not all out of ‘town’?
Actually, yes I think it matters for many; especially matters to one.
Copyright © Danitra David | Year Posted 2014
I'M wanting a sleeping fairy
NOT pills but somnolent fairy dust
SLEEPING all night would be a dream
OVERNIGHT rest would calm my memories
MORNINGS well rested, luxurious fantasies
NEVER take a good night's sleep for granted
IMPROVE yourself, manage stress and relax
AT ALL times
Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013
Drunkenly we fall once more
And wake up weaker than before,
Not dense enough to question this,
I simply savour every kiss,
Evidently, in my bed
Lies nothing more than just a friend.
Copyright © Sarah Jones | Year Posted 2010
The end of us breaks open both old and new cracks in my heart.
How come I couldn't see where my blind love would lead us,
Ending it again, you have, before our love could fully grow.
In the many, many years since I first fell in love with you,
Never did I think we'd find our love and then lose it.
Vanishing appears the only option left to me now,
Incredible loneliness once again my friend.
Surely God didn't intend our splitting?
Inside my heart you are big as ever.
But, I am a silly old romantic,
Long ago laden with love,
Ever waiting only for you.
Madness to love you?
About to find out.
Now I fade away.
Gone: breathless, cold, deceased, dead, departed, done, fallen, lifeless, lost, obsolete, vanished.
Invisible: concealed, discreet, hidden, inconspicuous, unnoticeable, unseen.
Copyright © Michael Todd | Year Posted 2012
Grate them like cheese, these
Hushed memories, so I no longer
Obsess, on my perforated chest,
Scrape them off of my plate, no
Time to waste, Sorrow
Copyright © Black Eyed Susan | Year Posted 2012