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
* 1st PLACE in Contest "MARCH MADNESS" Sponsored by C. Devonshire 2011
* 1st PLACE in Contest "ONE OFF" Sponsored by Brian Strand 5/11/2011
* 1st PLACE in Contest "BEST EVER" Sponsored by P.D. 2011
M y eyes see what your heart is feeling
Y our feelings you write out as poetry
P ain, love, joy, wonder, inspiration
O nly you can help me see, hear,and feel you
E ven though only words you have written they
T ouch my heart and mind deeply from within
R equiring me to write a poem so full of feeling as
Y ou become my poetry I write from my heart
S mile, laugh, cry, whisper, or shout
O pen your heart, mind, and soul
U tter your words on paper or screen
P oetry is where I see and feel your soul
Tons of comma fun!
contest of Russell Sivey
Written by: Carol Brown
3rd Place Winner
Pen in hand, against the paper,
An artist must be left to bleed,
Inner thoughts become written words.
No better way has been found
To empty out a soul.
With growing eagerness,
I add fuel to the fire
To induce passion's flame,
Hoping the blaze never dies.
Forever and a day, and longer,
Inside my heart the fire burns.
Revealing to another soul
Every spark of my inspiration.
I just want to mention before you read this poem that "Oasis" by Charmaine Chircop
allowed me the inspiration to write this. Thoughts had been swirling through my mind
for about 24 hours and I was having difficulty finding the form to express them. Those
of you that know me know that I favor difficult forms rather than plain Freestyle.
Thank you Charma, It is good to be back!!
Erratic, heart thrusting through my chest!
Yoga is in session, followers in succession!
Edible delights without excess embellishment.
Core poses carve, define rippled mid-sections
Anxiety has subsided, muscles relaxed. Objective,
Nurture those curves! Endure tension, calm her nerves.
Durability, her gift is my defection. Connection, A fifteen
Year friendship and we are both free agents!
Most wonderful woman God gave to me
You fill my heart with so much joy and glee
Everything I will drop just to heed your call
Together with you I can face it all
Enchanting lady to my heart you hold the key
Rightfully yours from the beginning till eternity
Never will I cheat or betray your trust
Always I promise this until I turn to dust
Loving you with a love that forever will last
Warming my nights and making my days bright
Inspiration you bring makes me want to write
Fulfilling my needs in every aspect
Eternally it is you I will love and respect
Lies hurt the love and especially all the trust people put in you.
Everyday You wake up saying to yourself, It's ok to lie.
No one's going to find out or bring it out in the open.
I can hold on to a heart full of love and trust for another day.
Knowing it would cause pain and the all the love and trust they
have would disapear instantly.
So why keep lying and filling her head and heart full of dreams
that You know will never come true. Only leaving her with nothing
Just the lies You told.
In the end is it really worth trying to hold on to her love. Being bound by
the lies you told. Now leaving her to deal with a broken heart. And
watching her world crumble into pieces. As the tears of pain slide down
As you walk away. While saying nothing but I'm sorry. I never meant to
hurt you. Over and Over again. Trying to figure out how to make a peaceful
exit out of her life.
Your left thinking was it worth losing an angel's heart by lying. Now she's gone.
Up in the sky I see God's handiwork
Not the same in my home
Love left so long ago
Open wounds have healed
Velvet thread was used to sew
Every break in the heart but
Drops of blood leak around each stitch
Unfeeling now each time the hurts
Not the same as years ago
Lonely from years of manipulation
Open wounds want to reopen
Velvet thread is getting very old
Every new break pulls
Drops of blood still seep through
Unguarded the heart is exposed
Nothing has changed
Left is only pain that is composed
On top of the broken heart
Velvet thread is getting soaked
Every drop of blood spills onto it
Death from a broken heart is near
The flood of human remains plummeting downwards. Horizon blackened, jolted from the sky. Towering waves of obscure aftermath swarm to the heavens. With a slight endeavor, kingdoms turn to squander.
Ravaging paths meet and become hordes of ailment. God’s hand has erected the retched bowels of man’s mass burials.
An avalanche of skulls,
Rain down the exhumed past of lost ancestry. Prophecies fulfilled to our graves of dispersed dead.
Man of words, strange creature of fiery intention,
Amplifying pictures with that restless imagination,
Great are the images spurting forth from your pen,
Nothing holds you down, working alone in the den;
Unto the night you toil, pushed by an alien power,
Mastering some inner demons, taming your fear.
Oh how you search for truths floating up in the air,
Producing tremors with the raging force they stir,
Until at last your labors come to a perfect ending,
Shaking humanity with the hard lessons they bring.
People who spend their time devoted to poetry
Optimistic people who can be pessimistic as well
Elegant writers throughout society waiting ever so slowly and patiently to be known
Those who utter their feelings in to a well thought out and admired poem
Spirits with a talent, and who are happy.
Pleasing to read, persuades others to write poems as well
Of all forms of literature poems seem the best
Eccentric writings that inspire, express, and inform
Modern society vs. ancient work
Supercilious poems that express thee
thank u for looking at this poem.
hope u enjoyed- WÖLF
Blooming pure petals of love paint a newly found scape
Ever so delicate a passion longing for a love to complete
A graceful flight of a free bird flutters past a heart of pure
Unleashed temptations dance in the summer heat whispering words
Today I hold a hope tight to my heart of eyes that saturate an angelic song
Your festive freedom captivates this curious heart, only for you I long to dance....
Another day passes yet here I stand
Home is somewhere that my heart can land
Open your eyes and you shall see
Unleash your spirit and learn to be free.
Sometimes the world just beats me down
Everything vanishes and no one’s around
I don’t understand why this happens to me
Seeing then understanding seems to be key.
Now that my heart knows where to go
Only one thing I shall need to know
Today will pass regardless of what I do
Another step closer to understanding what’s true.
Home is a place where your heart feels safe
One step closer to reaching this place
Many words are spoken yet few are heard
Everyone knows home is more than a word.
M y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R easons I will never know in this life though
S atan did his work in destroying family
D evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven
Y earning for spiritual insight and tranquility
O verall control of body, mind and soul
G athering my thoughts to a central point
A lignment my ultimate goal
Happiness is found within not in people and things
Acceptance of the present regardless of what fears/ inner demons you may be facing
Persistence in seeking love and happiness inside ourselves so we may experience the abundance of love and beauty that encompasses us
Patience with ourselves as we learn and grow through our personal trials and tribulations life often presents to us, unexpectedly
Inside ourselves are all the answers we seek, believe in yourself with a smile on your face
Never give up on yourself! Challenge your belief systems with an open heart and a positive mind set
Endless love & happiness awaits you, seek it consciously without delay
Spirit of love is the essence of our original form; happiness is our natural state of being
Smile in the face of adversity and feel your spirit soar to new heights experiencing love, peace and happiness from this moment forward. Live as if there is no tomorrow, for you reap what you sow :) :) :)
R eady to give a hug and be caring to others
U nderneathe my heart I’m a true romantic
S imply adorable I am, many people have said
S o heartfelt are my feelings of compassion
E very beat of my heart brings a certain peace
L ovely words do I say to everyone I know
L ong will I remain truthful and loving to all
Entrant into Poet Destroyer A's "a poem' about you... it can be an ode' a self ballad, any poem about you.. THE POET" contest
EASTER EGGS EVERYWHERE
Fun Filled Freedom.......
Giddy Giggly Games...
How ya' Hangin'???
Just Jolly Joey!
HAPPY EASTER EVERYONE!!!!
Palettes mixed in shadow and night
Absorbing brushstrokes of heart’s angst;
Into the quiet comes starlight
Nectar from oil drips on his hands
To capture blinks of enamored scenes.
Wild the contours pressed by each touch
Igniting art, vivid as red
Till pigments burst on moist paintbrush
Heated tones marking final strokes.
Flamed abstract spreads hues that collide
If only to tint blaze of shades;
Rage expressed for his deceased bride
Eyes melting on a still portrait.
Andrea Dietrich’s Contest
1 in 4: Choose your Acrostic Title
Today’s the day.
Our training is to be put on display.
Upon each is a test of the heart.
Guts to do it all from the start.
Here we go over the first wall, sublime.
Men and Women at the line.
Utter the words “HOO RAH” in time.
Determined to finish the challenge ahead.
Defined by how they react to others in dread.
Each of us who finish the course and stand.
Reach a new respect for those who sport the orange headband.
Who am I?
W-eaned from tender
age,in noble family of ten.
H-urt by the demise of
the tube that brought
me into this theater of
struggles and pains.
O-rdered about by the
whimps of this
world,facing the hurdles
of life daily from
cradle,never giving up
A-fine young man of 28
I am,who has the
experience and wisdom
of the aged.
M-astering the arts of
life-learning from lessons
of life's victims and
didactic poems 'cos man
of fame I intend to be for
I bear the name Bob.
I-lost my poetic gift at a
stage but recovered it in
poetrysoup for invisible
entities say a
lesser being I shall be,but
another encourages me
to move on,for great is
one who comes out of
the shackles of life
undeterred for this is who
Name: Ifeanyi Bob
Where is thy heart supposed to go for healing, When all of world comes crashing down around you. Leaving you with nothing but lost feelings.
Wondering aimlessly around looking for some glimpse of happiness.
Searching what's left of the heart for hope that love will live again. Watching the love you have fade away slowly. Leaving a trail of tears.
Waking up everyday trying to put on a smile while falling apart inside.
Not knowing where to go or who to ask for help to save what's left of thy heart. Only praying to God that your life will end soon. So all the pain well be gone forever. Finally leaving you in peace.
If you don't eat, you're anorexic if you do eat, you're a fat ass.
If you don't wear makeup, you're ugly. If you wear makeup, you're a fake.
If you're loud, you're annoying; if you're quiet, you're weird.
If you're good in school, you're smart; if you say something wrong, you're stupid.
If you take pictures, you're an attention-whore; if you don't stalk your friends you're not cool.
If you wear sweats, you're underdressed; if you wear a dress, you're overdressed.
If you don't have boobs, no guys like you; if you have boobs, they're fake.
If you don't have a boyfriend, you're a loser; if you have one, he's cheating on you.
You tell us to be who we are but then you go and judge us about it. So now, do you see how hard it is for us to just be ourselves?
N- Naturally Gorgeous
A- Ajar with beauty
T- Tuned for my eyes
U- Utterly breathtaking
R- ricochet beauty
E- Eternity's description
The first time witnessing the twain mountain peaks,
High above the echoes of our heart beat,
Erected I stood, in awe I stare, with eyes devouring nature’s beautiful souvenir.
Below the Twin crags fingers softly stroll along a sweat drenched path.
Inch by inch digits artfully tread around a shallow furrow.
Racing heart beats are like the wings of a thousand sparrows.
Down in yonder valley two fingers gently creep.
Skin shivers on the mound where the fescue freely grows.
Along the cleft, in the distal knoll, a tributary streams.
Near the wet land is a cave, a place of fertile dreams.
Desire drives daring digits to dive deeper into the warm unknown.
Tell me lover, tell me more about the birds and the bees.
How did the stork bring mother a girl like me?
Every time you’re next to me, what is it that I feel?
Blazing like a fire is this tension in my blood.
Enthralled me with your touch
Engulf me in your love.
Serinade me with these words: "I love you, oh so much."
No hands to cover her modesty, in marble she was bold
Underneath the dust, stone-cold, ... opposed to wearing clothes
Discovered, then, by Grecian men, disclosing beauty's charm
Exposed, she poses quite composed, yet, still without her arms !
Inspired by Venus de Milo, ancient statue of Aphrodite,
For Andrea Dietrich's contest: Acrostic Four Letter Words
Ciggy’s day out this is just another normal walk but where shall I go to the haberdashery or to the local library on this wonderful February day. I think I will start at the library and look for a book on an auto harp or maybe a book about a calliope. So I can use them in my collaboration latter today. I am a little thirsty I think I will get a soda in an aluminum can of course with no algae. Now back to my condominium I will go cuz it’s time to start my live web show.
< Signs of the time
Enriched vibrant colors
Painted on minds eye canvass
To inscribe it's beauty to another
Eventually leaving one in awe
Marching in it's parade of showings
Begining to end
Each and every year
Requesting for it's safe return
Entry For Carol Brown's
Fall Is Around The Corner Contest
I Chose September
MY QUIET PLACE
Moment and time pass
Yet there is still struggle and task
Quicken by what I see and feel
Uniquely I want to away flee
Intent of my heart is to me a gentle breeze
Engraved in my heart in a world-tragic
Total quietness and sacred serenity
Peaceful like as it is in Zion the mount of ruby
Lost in it and never do I wish to found
Archaic it may seem but listen to the sound
Caption of it as it flow in your heart it is your thought
Eternal would I want to be in my thought but staring at me is reality
In a picAsso
a surf That shifts
into "escherian" realitY
All the letters are meant to be small case letters.
But with the small font it is hard to align the letters properly
For that reason am I capitalizing the acrostic.
Haste great messenger to mirth's tribes and throngs
Announce the old year's ending like our epic songs
Properly written poorly told, poorly written in translation
Purge each heart and prime each purposed hope again
Youth and wisdom will meet matured in one refrain
Nature reminds us, everything true a second chance is given
Emancipate all dreams, break the chain on every heart
Welcome the new beginning and a vision of heaven
Yield neither courage nor faith when life falls apart
Endeavor to rearrange the pieces into a fresh vision
Appraise it, build value in it, share it, grow it
Reach beyond the self, and invest it with the Master's spirit.
Trumpeting desires the new year calls
Onward to your purpose for time still swiftly runs
All men dream, but few follow its course
Let it ring of heart and soul, its happy source
Loudly then: happy new year to all, my friends!