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The Malkavian..Part 1

The Malkavian..Part 1

His mind has all the meaning of a madman that is screaming
Tortured and tormented, a life lived to be lamented 
His family, drained and defeated, finally retreated 
Leaving him believing that he was beyond redeeming 
The doctors sent in talked of hope and healing  
The drugs administered only made him more demented  
Cementing the feeling, that his life is just an echo 
Of the endless, timeless, all consuming screaming 

His best friend is a dis-proportioned bird appropriately named Buddy 
Who’s monotonous motion in drinking is somewhat soothing to his being 
Though not potent enough to stop the persistent pounding of the screaming 
Often he stared into the emptiness of nothingness contemplating the beauty of its 
existence 
Only to find his mind is drowning in a confounding conundrum he can’t quite define 
It's hard to be philosophical when your mental testicles haven’t dropped to the appropriate 
level 
So sometimes he whispers tongue twisters until his brain blisters 
Madmen mask madness in mindless task of mass mayhem 

It was easy for him to pretend to be prim and proper 
Just a mask to don in order to dupe his doctor 
Circumventing the system that couldn't’t save him 
He was as he always had been and would be 
In constant pain and agony with no desire for sympathy 
Just in need of some freedom from his prisons and medications
Meditations and mantras had given him a sentiment of a design
On how to inhibit the screaming and maybe even end it
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Four years preparing and plotting the perfect moment of promise 
A fire formed from a single flame fueled by an accelerant 
Raced through the halls up the walls and killed all the residents 
Eighty-eight inmates and staff burned alive in what seemed like and instant
Such little time to search through the bodies looking for a single person 
He found her on the fourth floor clinging to the bathroom faucet 
He lost his virginity to the burnt corpse of nurse Denise 
And to his amazed mind he was astonished to find the  screaming was silenced
 


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Life is like a puzzle

Life is like a puzzle
The cannon cannot move
Without it paddle
Create this words
and that is what to say
Create this path 
And that is the way
Being truthful is righteousness
And that leads 
To freedom and happiness
And wickedness brings violence
For one thing leads to another
The sunny weather
Brings about the rainy weather
The failure of man
Is his down fall
If you throw a ball
Towards a wall
It bounces back to you
You shall surely reap
What you sow
If you do not 
Think of enslaving me
There wont be a slave
For bad imagination
Is negative perception
And positivity is perfection


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Around the corner

Around the corner (20141010)

What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view,
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you?
Two terribly tired turtles
Which wearily weathered wars,
Survived cyclical separations, 
Regretfully raised rebellious rascals.
Seemingly securely safe-shelled,
Ironically intently imagining inside
Future failures, follies, fallouts
Won’t waste, wreck, wipe-out their world.
Keeping cool.  Keeping calm.  Keep continuing!
Blindly burroughing.  Blindly blustering, believing
Learning lingers, life lingers, love lingers.
For the soldier and the foreigner,
What’s ahead for me and you? 
What’s around the corner?
What’s just beyond our view?


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Roundhouse Runs

Black squirrels bound skewways
from the house, shadowshifts
falling darkly on 
dusty white autumnal
snow. Paw prints run

makeshift memories soon 
snowed over. Leaping
on tree trunks they wind their
way upward on paths of birch
bark in quick roundhouse runs.

I watch them go from
a seat by the door
and eavesdrop on the
dripping eaves trough. Icicles
hang like stalactites
and
drip
their
dew
onto
the
driveway.

The heater blows dry
air over my face as
dust rides recirculated
draft flows and floats upward
in a beam of magnetic

light. A thin frosting
of human sloughcells
settles on the windowsill
in a regiment I
attack with the duster

before they regroup and
resettle. Single cells
born of a single self. I 
pace circles on the
fading cream carpet.


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Stink Thinking

Poem by: Mr. Ronald Watson
Sep. 13, 2012
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Stinking Thinking

Stinking thinking/ it leads to drinking./
What moisten the soul without an inkling?/
Unto making a wild left turn /while the right signal light were blinking./
Within a mild mix of rice, hops, and barley,
Since/ it is too much laugher at a karaoke party./
How Elvis sounds like,/ a broken Bob Marley?/
Now it’s as if,/ inhibitions are lowed/
Frozen in time/ and slipping far out of control./
As intuitions of minds does loathe,/ as such weariness echoes for tomorrow./
Yet,/ a stinking breath that smells just as death/ and it's where all funky asses dwells./
Though/ all hung over /and unjustified to flinging heavy heads into that porcelain king,/ 
Even this is a sight for red sore eyed Kings!/ 
It is an aftermath of ravishing through them royal purple cloth bags./
So/ afraid to admit that shallowness slowly drags!/
When,a sense of clarity which will just admit it.
That stinking thinking is difficult to kick, but
One day at a time, it is the only way to shine, or get fixed.  

Thank youMy Poetry on PoetrySoup
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Untitled

Dark dull dawn
Sunset sad silhouette
After you’re gone

Pricking pain persists
Grief getting gross
You, still in dreams exist

Lonely long life
Sinking Spirit Subsists
Where, respite lies


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' The Moon's Pilgrimage ... '

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray

My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …

My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …

My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze

… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …

… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …


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NO MORE NEXT TIMES

The whole house was dim
Only the oven flames burning
We couldn't find you
Our blood began  churning

We scoured each room
Our heartbeats are yelling
To find you alone
Deranged and  repelling

You stink of poison 
It seeps through your skin
An odor so potent 
So easy to pin

I smell the resin
Of two day old sweat
Your eyes somehow open
With no signs of regret

A vision of a junkie
No more and no less
To weak to confront it
Just claim duress

Your cheeks sunken deeply
Thinned to the bone
Straggly haired
A look made of stone

Lips dried to crust
Feverishly dehydrated
Spoke like a child
Eyes blank and dilated

The sirens grew closer 
You resisted the aid
I promised you solace
But you can’t be afraid

A few hours later
You were awake
I begged of you
To know what’s at stake

You created two angels 
That will surely turn sour
Blame it all on yourself
Its their souls you’ll devour

When the urges arise 
Remember the day 
We found you alone 
JUST A HEARTBEAT AWAY


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By Daylight View (Alliteration)

Spring showering shores
rabbits running round in amusing 
the glitter great glacier
been sparkle spends slightness by branches
wind witnesses willingly be affections
In reflection raised recreation. 

And sense a rat, small the tale it
Running stopped by  the torso as hulking.


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To Conceive and Let Go

You lay down with a man 
For the very first time
Unknowingly conceive a child
That will soon die

And now you can’t figure out why
You didn’t make him wear protection
So you wouldn’t end up pregnant
And to save your body from infection

Now this child who deserved a chance
Will die before become a fetus

You could have taken care of that child
Or given it to family you could trust
But this one night 
Of infatuation and lust

Brought about unplanned pregnancy
But you choose not to
Face up to your responsibility

You go and abort this child 
Without thinking twice
But you know in your heart
That its just not right

You’re only sixteen
But what does that mean?

You were old enough to spread your legs
And old enough to have a man in your bed
But can’t take care of a child
You had without being wed

So because of your naïve childish ways
Your baby never got to see
The light of one day


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Life

I don't know what to think,
cuz trust me life can be really mean,
It doesn't take it easy on you,
Just because you don't know what to do,
Life is hard to deal with,
And it took me a long time to get it,
But you still will never truly understand,
But you just have to play your hand,
Sometimes i feel like no matter what i do good or bad,
Either way i feel damned,
cuz i believe that before we got sent to earth god already knew our hand,
He put people here to test us,
And guess what,
We big time messed up,
and now the world as we know it is about to be done....


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Winter Wings

~FALLING, without winter wings~

CC
My mind sometimes goes there, somewhere, nowhere,
amongst the shooting shining stars, floating like in a womb, yet not afraid,
free falling flakes, weightless – wondering why, where
from the highest branch I lost my grip gasping, grasping
and tumbling hopelessly DOWN AND DOWN DEEP… into the unknown

PD
DOWN AND DOWN DEEP, I allowed myself to fall like a raindrop,
landing a little like winter, holding my breath, above the mountaintop,
a tremble brought about by the breeze, losing myself completely,
Wandering in welters of wasted words, into the fire of all my torrid tears,
I slip into despair into the cold, a chilling fall, after LETTING GO…

CC
LETTING GO was the hard part, the horrid heartbreak, it always will be.
We had climbed so high, so high we had to come down
and as we stumbled we slipped we slid, slowly away from one another
because we had lost ourselves, our own identities.
My journey now must be to like -- LOVE MYSELF AGAIN.

PD
LOVE MYSELF AGAIN, a never-ending task.
Holding on to what was and always will be a falling star.
Wishing, the wind would lift us up and put us back were we belong.
Sinking, dipping, dropping, and drowning with the sea,
A path I seek when I find myself losing grip of reality.

A Collaboration
By;PD


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Another Tomorrow

                       Why me God? 
                          Why must you call me home now?
                          This is not fair.
                          This can’t be right.
                          I want more life.
                       Why can’t I have another tomorrow?


                       Why me God?
                          I have endured what was dealt to me.
                          I have suffered.
                          I have felt loss and sorrow.
                          I am no stranger to pain.
                       Why can’t I have another tomorrow?

                        
                       Why me God?
                          I know I am no Saint.
                          I know I am not perfect.
                          I did the best I could.
                          I always tried to do the right thing.
                       Why can’t I have another tomorrow?


                        Why me God?
                            My time here was way to brief.
                            Why can’t I stay a little longer?
                            My family still needs me.
                            Why do you summon me now?
                         Why can’t I have another tomorrow?


                         Why me God?
                             Why can’t I have another tomorrow?
                              No more pain to endure
                              Unconditional love
                              Absolute freedom
                          Oh God! …Now I see the light.


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Dot To Dot

Dot Dot Dot,
The solid block,
Injected like a shot
The time will knock.

Play the part,
As a characters life,
Flow with words from the heart,
Making an extra strife.

It's the tic to the toc,
Out of the box,
The door to be opened; unlock,
For success is sly; fox.

From a view to the next,
People are moving,
A phone call or text,
They cope with new meaning.

Pulling apart the foundation
Peeling down the outside,
It may be a vacation,
But it's about the length to hide.

As the relaxation is sinking in,
And the pieces are put into place,
Take a second and grin,
As the surroundings do hold grace.

All over from the West to the South, 
In a similie to a rule,
With us as people to use the mouth,
To speak the past and wisdom being fuel,

So never take a break,
The shock of an opportunity will hit,
What's to loose or at steak,
When you do everything to make yourself lit.

Back to the dots,
Know there is an infinite count,
Undoing the knots,
To make the rope mount.

Open-mind and open-knowledge,
Open book to find evidence,
As the sides a ridge,
Don't put up a guarded fence.

Blocking out,
Gives less chance for that goal,
Go now and shout,
And go play your favorite characters role.


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Hey Boo

Take a look,
Into my eyes,
Chapters to my book,
No needed lies,
Trust me please,
I’ll bring you near,
A shiver; a breeze,
An imagination pure.
Gentleman style,
Falling down with desire,
Please stay awhile,
The flame to my fire.
Two sides to the half,
A perfect fit,
A smile shines; laugh,
Knocked down; hard hit.
The pebble to steal,
To set oneself a side,
Is this real?
Wanting to hide.
Hey boo,
I may never tell,
How I feel too,
Keep all well,
You remind me,
Of the princesses’ lost shoe,
A fantasy I see,
Holding onto hope-for me and you.


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War has come , War has come

War has come , war has come,
My home once a gem of beauty , to fires and rage it succumbed,
Powerless i watched , the desolation of man
How evil overwhelms and greed robs one of all sense
Day by Day loved ones fell,
Till our lives became nothing short of hell,
I prayed in silence fearing my inevitable doom,
For the grim reaper lays in wait ,
Thus i have resigned to my fate..

The morning sun arrived,
With the heavens granting me another day,
The screams have gone silent , with no presence of tyranny,
I run through the village searching for a sign of hope,
Till my legs grew weary and my vision grew dim,
I muster what strength i have,
Refusing to become a victim of fate,
Footsteps i hear , approaching fast,
Men with weapons with black souls drenched in hate,
As i look into the eyes of my executioner ,
with the certainty of death,
memories of my life flash , as i take my last breath,
War has come , War has come


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My Life

I live a crazy life
When my memory seems to be losing weight
When everything around me seems scary
Like an enemy confronting me with a knife

My life is like a confused sheep 
That is left in the desert
In search of its own family
In order to keep its peace stable and deep

My life is like a toy
Played around by a small child
When my mind is only used
In return with miseries, instead of joy

At last I've found my peace
The sheep have got its family
The toy was threw away by the child, and settled in peace
And recovery remains my hope !

By N.H Kandjimi
  


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If You Want it, Get It

If you say you CAN. Then you CAN. 
{{as simple as that}}. 
Where are your thoughts at? 
{{The new days up to bat.}}
Each a team mate- each a player,
Each a different flavor; a different layer,
Don't just be talk,
Keep your head up and walk the walk,
What makes that person have a chance?
The fact that they chase their dreams that started with one glance. 
Ending with a passion,
Leaving behind positive energy and compassion.
If you want it GET IT,
If you want it submit it,
Keep the motto everyday,
Choose which words you lay,
As the universe is a thought,
Who you become is what is brought,
Brought with desire to learn,
Never getting lost; always back to return,
You’re the next up,
Baking ingredients in a measuring cup,
Ingredients made up of your own,
Only remembered- by what was shown.


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The Tree Of Life

Life is like 
Planting a seed
It grows strong roots 
so that it firmly stands
It branches spreads
Through the skys
It takes time to grow
And bears fruits 
Which satisfies many hanger 
Even from generation to generation 
But a good seed
Planted on a bad soil
Fails to germinate
A seed planted needs
The air, water, light 
Time, care and protection 
Before it can be cultivated 
for nothing comes 
Out of the blue moon 
You don't plant olive tree
And reap grapes 
You shall surely
Reap what you sow


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A MEANINGFUL DESIRE

 A MEANINGFUL DESIRE

Human nature is never satisfied
temporal fulfilments we evaluate and try
these things may serve their use
inexhaustible riches we so oft’ confuse

 generous gifts are open-handedly bestowed
our appetites are whetted—seldom slowed
contentment remains an elusive pleasure
stubbornly we pursue all earthly treasure

our fun-filled ,self-styled life—insane
wearily penetrating absurdities of life—inane
negating souls try unearth significance –require
eternal cravings provide--solitary meaningful desire



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Cheater's Chair

A destructive dance indeed,
betwixt the two we bleed.
A bellowing, bloody abate,
this stale, seductive state.

Simple, senseless steeds,
jealous fires feed.
Perjuring petty plights,
demons do delight.

A crimson, cheaters chair,
awful angers air.
No trust, truth or taste,
wallowed wantons waste.

Envious, eager eyes,
rejoicing a wrathful rise.
Coveting, careless couth, 
yesteryear's eager  youth.


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day delivers dawn

delicious days devoured
slip softly to silent slumber--
day delivers dawn



 


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A slave country


Slaves has limitations 
In their thinking and actions 
Their life is full of 
Poverty and illiteracy 
They don't have a reason of life 
So they cherish vanity 
They don't know their right 
So do not know the cause to fight 
They see nothing wrong 
Even though they are into 
Oppression and affliction 
They see themselves inferior 
And see others to be superior 
So they don't have respect 
For their own kind 
They search all their life 
And there is nothing to find 
They rely on others for feed 
For they can not satisfy their need 
They work all their life 
Without gaining nothing 
For they think 
They will die and go to heaven


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Today is a good day to have a good day

Today is a good day to have a good day
One more opportunity was given, the sunlight stroke your face
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay

There’s love in people as there’s water in a bay
A good laugh, a wise advice, and one thousand more verbs
Today is a good day to have a good day

One alphabet, twenty-seven letters, infinitive wise phrases to say
Words, sentences, more powerful than a nuclear weapon
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay

When days get dark and cold, we pray
Hopefully next day will be a new beginning
Today is a good day to have a good day

Gentle gestures to needed people must spread like a spray
To the train of happiness will lead
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay.

And you my friend, who is in agony pain
Your future depend on yourself
Today is a good day to have a good day
Appreciate; play with life as if you were to play with clay.


	


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Teach Them to Trust

Thoughts travel tenaciously through tunnels 
Taking torpedoing trains to transcend time
Tempting tongues to talk to tittle tale
Twisting the truths in tones that tire

Telling trifling tit-bits that titillate
Transgressing tolerance that threatens
the tranquility that tension transports
Transforming trust transposing trepidation

These thoughts translate to treachery
Trespassing temperance taxing temerity
Terminate these turbulent trivial tributes
these trademarks they traffic tragedy 

Teach themes that target the truth
Tutor those to try train them to tolerate 
Treatise the triumphs that transpire
Transcript the treatment therapeutically


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My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.


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Guts and Glee

I see people of different race and culture
so calm and calculative i stare like the vulture.
I see mothers with babies strapped to their backs-
and men with goods in woven sacks.
I see the child with the hope of tomorrow,
so do i see the old with tears of sorrow,
all these that i see-
is nothing but guts and glee.


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Backwards in Real Talk

One-Two 
Life from a differerent view
Open ur eyes- to these lies,
From the world,
Thats underground curled,
Askin questions,
Wantin mentions,
To plant the bead,
Not to evils deed,
For a need,
As a small city girls lead,
Part I now believe,
With all my heart ,
In my dream,
We come together,
Banner/ stream
Cuz im growin,
Getin to knowin
All the worldly problems
Walkin round like sims,
Strings attached,
Moneys got all latched,
Relationships matched,
With all the wrong meanings,
Now we're all leanin,
In the wrong way,
Becoming astray,
From the real life,
No more stabbing the back with a knife,
Real talk,
Walk the walk,
That you say,
Don’t be hidden, be the suns ray,
Now build and don’t break it down,
Be the cities ground, building from bottom to top,
Cropping out the ones with the wisdom,
To seek the unknown,
No more meek times,
Were at a grimy time,
I try my best,
To make the words sink in at rest,
And the beat of the drum,
Get the people thinkin,
Lookin all around,
Out the window-to the sound,
As the rain falls,
Through the thick walls,
So plain, cars movin like a show,
In a right lane, blank, hurricane,
In a rush as a controlled pushed by a mane,
But one wrong move,
Its not longer a game,
For all the wrong ties,
Nows lookin through the lies,
Given new day,
Every morning,
And Ill b me,
As you be you, stop the judging, don’t u see?
Im not better repeat this now,
Choose the letter, 
Cuz lifes here so leave,
The problems behind,
One moment to grieve,
Then back on the bind.
WAKE UP AND GRIND.


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Up Up- Far Away

Faces; one now two,
Fluttering eyes,
Unknown to known,
Some turn away; shys'.

Shy away from flight,
One open now two,
Black view then white,
Mind takes off; flew.

Up Up- Far away,
Shaken to death; damn,
Your head down to lay,
Like a precious lamb.

So Real; Once Knew,
But no known sense,
An emotion unknown;new,
Friction feeling dense.

Glance then gone,
Gone then back,
A prayer to be,
One touch to lack.

The pieces rise;grew,
To save a soul,
Parts out one by two,
Push over now roll.

And Dont Give Up Till ITS YOUR TURN to go.


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Sinking

Subdued sorrow
seeps from swollen eyes,
and severed sobs 
stab into the surrounding
silence.
I'm suffocating in a sea
of separation,
struggling to stay
afloat but I'm 
sinking fast.
Somebody save me
before it swallows
me whole.


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Falling Without Winter Wings Alliteration Collaboration

In collaboration with Poet Destroyer
                                                                                                                                                                            CC                                                                                                                                         My mind sometimes goes there, somewhere, nowhere, 
amongst the shooting shining stars, floating like in a womb, yet not afraid, 
free falling flakes, weightless – wondering why, where 
from the highest branch I lost my grip gasping, grasping 
and tumbling hopelessly DOWN AND DOWN DEEP… into the unknown
 
PD
DOWN AND DOWN DEEP, I allowed myself to fall like a raindrop, 
landing a little like winter, holding my breath, above the mountaintop, 
a tremble brought about by the breeze, losing myself completely, 
Wandering in welters of wasting words, Into the fire of all my torrid tears,  
I slip into despair into the cold, a chilling fall, after LETTING GO…
 
CC
LETTING GO was the hard part, the horrid heartbreak, it always will be. 
We had climbed so high, so high we had to come down 
and as we stumbled we slipped, we slid, slowly away from one another 
because we had lost ourselves, our own identities. 
My journey now must be to like -- LOVE MYSELF AGAIN. 

PD
LOVE MYSELF AGAIN, a never-ending task. 
Holding on to what was and always will be a falling star. 
Wishing, the wind would lift us up and put us back where we belong. 
Sinking, dipping, dropping, and drowning with the sea, 
A path I seek when I find myself losing grip of reality. 




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SCREAMS FROM MY PAST

I SCREAM, I SHOUT IN PAIN
THE AGONY OF MY PAST LIFE TREATHENS ME
AS IF IN A TRANCE
ALL I SEE IS THE TRILLING NUISANCE
OF MY PAST LIFE SCENES.
OH MY PAST HOW PAINFUL?
SO UNDESIRABLE,THE UNLIMITED DISTRESS
LIKE CHAINS
THE RE-BONDING EFFECTS
ON MY WHOLE BODY LANES
WAS IT FOR LOVE, OR MIS-HAVES?
WHY ALL THIS?
THE MANY CRIES ALWAYS
GOING TRU TO TRUIMPH
BUT YEY A HAULTING STOP
IF NOT BUT FOR MY LIFE
IN TIMES TO COME
WILL I NEGLECT NOT 
THE SCREAMS FROM MY PAST!


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Living Life

Behaviour begets the way we are
Naughty nuptials enhance life's joys
Bringing major manifestation to ones soul
To live life with love and devotion
Endearing oneself only to enjoyment
Forgetting false thoughts of immorality
Living life as a lover, friend,
Behaving, badly not worthy of a thought
Living, life well has its memorable memories 


Penned - 07/07/2014


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Real Talk

It’s not all what you think,
It’s a lot to sink in,
Gratitude doesn’t shrink,
Or tell where to begin,
Levitate and meditate,
Scripture captured; saved,
What some call love-is hate,
Imprinted, engraved,
As the heart speaks,
Meek but bold,
Some of me leaks,
For the views hold,
Lost treasure map,
Passion to care,
Body trap,
Real talk; dare,
Times on the clock,
Out of respect,
If you don’t walk-the-walk,
What’s to expect?
The movements left,
Right under me,
Stolen; theft,
Ridicules see,
Justice printed,
Judgmental flame,
Fundamentals hinted,
Inside ones name.


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The Unseen Miles

Yeah I can get so hyped up with life so high I'm so freaking verbally drunk like a psycho,
 Mind so wrong nothing in my vocabulary at that time in my mind can get right though,
 A piece of this hate cake in this corrupt dictionary I'm going to have to take a bite though,
 Whether the answer is written in hell yeah or heck no, 
Im going to shoot through your deer less body like a scoped out rifle, 
You just another liar if you say my words aint make your mind shake and awake with a stifle,
 Im shooting sideways, up, down, so much I get high low, 
I could be telling true lies when you see my fake gun ridden smiles, 
I might just shoot self in head because Im getting a little too suicidal, 
Im in need of God because I keep skipping planned revivals, 
Im reading the rhyme master Shakespeare I aint reading the Bible, 
Im playing with word bullets shiny as a burning star struggling for simple survival,
 I want people to tell the truth but cant help but keep telling themselves lies though,
 Hiidden demons in the book of lifes closet dont tell me how it is because I know,
 I too onced played with life like a toy plastic as Tyco, 
Im going to stand out in this world like the tower of Eifel, 
Im going to bring out all my freaking hidden poetic files, 
Im putting word ryhme puzzles together like floor tiles 
Im going to do it now not later gator or after while crocodile, 
I got little time in life left on the sun dial, 
I got but few years or even months left before I face my ultimate trial, 
But first Im going to have some fun into the night sun until I get riled, 
But family comes first I must start to think of my own seed, my very own child, 
I got to stop the ways of living stupid like Im out of hand so wild, 
I must drink from the fountain of life like the Egyptians do from the Nile, 
Pull my own way out this ****ing trash, this bull *****pile, 
I got to stay strong in the mean time because everything in life takes a little while,
 Sometimes I dont give a **** about nobody because it feels as if I have nothing to live for, but now I got a child I would die for
 So now I must keep living because if I die I know I would leave behind a child behind that I would cry for,
 I must walk that road less traveled like a car breaking down on the open road still trying to idle,
 Walking amongst greats is going to be my own personal hypo, 
I will walk strong in the days that I die in my last UNSEEN MILES......


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The incurable decay that is called 'Life'

What is this incurable decay that is called life
What gives us the right to opinions ?
We knew nothing when we were born;
We'll know less just before we fall to our death


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Many Unhappy Returns

It’s a work day
And it’s my Birthday
All the fours
Male menopause
A Grade - A
Gray Day
Life’s not designed
To be kind
Never mind – eh!


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the heart breaking hardships that challenge us all

A new genus of poetry I shall pen
that shows the splendors of life,death, and rebirth,
the heart breaking hardships that challenge us all.
Where the Gods were born, there were born the titans,
the giants larger than us which we must duel,
for craven it is to fight those weaker than us,
but much glory in becoming giant slayers,
after the example of Thor the mighty,
who fells the thurses with his hammer Mjolnir.


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Pain

I see the blood
You too know my thoughts
You ask me why i did this
I am ashamed at the sight
I did what i needed
My mind telling my soul
What my body wouldn’t do

Is this how it is
The satisfaction i never get
The reward of nothing
My heart cries just once
To see the hope
To feel the love it never has
To fill the gap its always had

You whisper to me
Tell me what i want to hear
But it's not what i want
It weakens me to think
All this time you thought 
But never knew me

I doubt myself 
You try to comfort me
The grip of your soul holds me
Tightens around mine
I feel your strength
The strength i never had

It doesn’t help me
Only makes this worse
The guilt I’ve felt gets worse
Burns in my chest like a fire
It will never die down
The pain is there
And it plans to stay. 


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Two Feet In

Clinching my fists together,
I realize an emotion is driven,
How to get through,
The pain that has been given,
The paths are bright,
Only seeing so far into each,
The rest is out of sight,
My choice on which will teach,
Teach me like a young child,
Growing into an adult,
My ways are mild,
The hand says stop; halt,
Is that where you want,
To direct the heart,
Deep thoughts haunt,
The streets start to part.
It’s a decision for now,
In the future we’ll see,
In with two feet; plow,
Plow the other lane-no longer to be.
I chose right,
Wrongs may come across,
Darkness comes every night,
But I stand up like a boss.
I’m the boss of my journey,
Which way to head next,
Points given; attorney,
With two feet I’ll use respects.

Choose which way will benefit-but always know there’s darkness in every path, so stand with TWO feet.


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Look At My Man-go!

Look at my magnificent man.
So sweet and sultry and always has a plan.
Every lovely layer I pull back I find gold
When God gave me this glorious man He broke the mold.

Walking and whistling is what he does with ease.
He's always so sweet and satisfying to please.
Taking a bite out of him and take a trip to the dentist.
Any girl would be lucky to be on his love list.

However, this heavenly dream has become just mine.
He's a walking dish---so delicious and divine!
He became such a special surprise on those sultry summer days.
So refreshingly refining that he put me in a haze.

Others I find ogling at my oh so original man.
It used to brutally bother me but, now I understand---
Not many have such a sweet man to go home to.
But ladies, I'll let you look just once, and that's all I can do.

Ladies, I'll give a little advice on landing a good man.
Appreciate all his attributes, even the ones you can't stand.
His sweetness and his smile will always satisfy you.
Bumps and bruises in life will come, so learn to appreciate them too.




















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Alliteration Fun

The top of the terrace trembles With worshiping warlocks sit wondering So stupendous the sky seems surreal I inquire intelligently inside Thinking that time throws what troubles Colorful chrysalis shines and climbs courageously Lovely light lays on lowered layer Perfect and powerful portrayal presents pleasure Of outrageousness opened only so often Never kneeling now or noticeably feel Sky’s superiority spits my soul’s special sight I enjoy every encased enlightenment Full of fascinating floating essence finally Enveloped within enigmatic enlisted joy The sky spreads its light superiorly shared Remembering recreation watching the real sky
Russell Sivey Entered into Nathan A.'s "alliteration alliteration, nothing but sweet alliteration (must have alliteration in the title)" contest 3/12/2013


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Banana Boat Bob

<                        Banana ~ boat ~ Bob ~ is ~ a ~ slippery..... Boob
                          Thought ~ that ~  this ~ town ~ lost ~ it's .... groove
                          No ~ spice  ~  no ~  life ~ no  .... nothing
                          Little ~ lost ~ boy ~ now ~ looks ~ for ~ his ~ Lucy's ....  ring


                          When ~ where ~ what ~ or ~ even ......  why
                          I'll ~ inquire ~ insist ~ innovate ~ or ~ even  ..... lie
                          His ~ history ~ of ~ having ~ such ~ big ....... hamstrings
                          Maybe ~ even ~ mighty ~ magical ~ musical ~ fruits ~ and .... greens



                         Or ~ having ~ big ~ over-sized ~ onions ~ olives  ~ and ..... Kiwi
                         screw ~ this ~ he's ~ scum  ~ skewered ~ tossed ~ back ~ to ... sea
                         Poor ~ precious ~ pretty ~  Lucy ~  got .......    pranked
                         Cause ~ curious ~ Bob ~ couldn't ~ control ~ love ~ so ~ he ....  sank

              

                        All ~ alone ~ and ~ now ~ very .... angry
                        Drowing ~ deep ~ in ~ own ~ do-do  ~ droppings .... whopie 
                        Luscious ~ Lucy ~ now ~ can ~ look ~ long ~ and ...... hard
                        For ~ another ~ fast ~ floating ~ free ~ salemens ~ not ~ selling.... lard



Entry For
Linda Marie's
Luscious Love Lingers Contest
G.L. All


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Blood Stained Hands

I have stopped my ways of being wild 
I have almost all together stop my ways of acting like a child 
But more often than not I think about if I did what I done was worth while 
I look at my scars upon my hands, each one tells a story 
but not every scar is filled with glory 
I regret the deep cuts on my hands caused from a fight with the boys before me 
I just hope that the memory of the pain I caused is a little less by the time I turn forty
 I do what I must, but as a youngster I do what I can 
Telling stories right where I stand 
Lord forgive me for my blood stained hands.


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life's jewels

shattered

shards of sea glass
washed by waves

blessed the beach
shimmering in sunlight

imprints of my footfalls
as I picked up the pieces


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Traversing The Course

Traveler, Trekking, Terrain
Advising, Along, Away
Wanderer, Willful, Witness
Bruised, Battered, Brutalized
Ruins, Reason, Right
Feat, Facing, Fear

Unleashing, Unified, Undertaking
Common, Cause, Consider
Path, Plight, Persists
Failed, Fool's, Footprints
Warfare's, Wretched, Ways

Bold, Bravery, Bequests
Crafty, Creative, Clear-sighted
Recognize, Race, Rat
Course, Correction, Consider
Discover, Different, Destinations


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One time

They were once together
They asked
They wondered
They laughed
They taught
They loved
She was seed
He was water
She was bulb
He was electricity
The cold day one day decided
To separate them away
A heartless prove they both
Had to take
And in the end
They were never
Each others grace.


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Battling Addiction

She sits in the room across from me
Mocking my sanity
As I try to will her to go away
But we live in a room that has no door
She sits there smug and awfully sure
That she’s in my life now to stay

She grows bigger as I get small
I don’t recognize myself at all
Her desires dictate my every move
I see her through my family’s tears
She has separated us for years
Making rough times from a life that was smooth

I cannot leave her tight embrace
Her influence distorts my once clean face
Everyone else but myself is to blame
I give into her constant plea
To get again inside of me
I loathe this gal with Addiction as her name


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Wasteland of Shame

Bound by blame, broken by blight,
Scarred by a stolen satire,
nuzzling necrophiliacs within the night.

Tangled in torment, tied untamed,
blemished by the blasphemy,
of never speaking your name.

Shackled in sin, shredded sovereignty,
dealing death’s doses,
murdering you and me.

Cuffed with candor, calling our crimes,
to an impetuous enslavement,
tortured through time.

Set me free, to flee this fool’s game,
where we're always left wandering,
in this wasteland of shame.


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We Beat Until We Battered

We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered 
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
 Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
 Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
 It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
 All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter 
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
 Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter 
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster 
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
 
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
 If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
 You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
 Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
 You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
 Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
 SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!


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ALLITERATION--Luke And Latoya

Luke Laker locks lengthy lovely letters and lollypops in a
locker lying at lonesome lounge in learning field, linking
lake Lawson to the left of Larry`s law school.Lady Latoya a 
Latina licks Luke Laker`s lollypops , looks into and reads his lovely
letters with levity.Luke Laker loses his cool,lashes and lunges
for Latoya and their lips locked in... a long lasting kiss of life,
just like licking lollypops and lemonade.
Later Luke weds Latoya legitimately in a large littoral land zone.




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Kith and kin

Have a heart and heartless be not. 
life is fleeting forlorn in hopes unfulfilled.
Seek truly caring kith and kin,
who love you still though flawed.
Loneliness by lasting love annihilated.
Passing passion ends in pain delayed,
though sought for sudden pleasures
and immediate delights.

Who cares for kin unknown and far removed?
The poor despised despite possessing huge hearts.


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Some Other Time

Whose woe wooed me woefully
And banefully banished my love?
I'll tell this tale some other time!

With all my longing long gone
And my heart hurting heartily...
Let me be,
I'll tell this tale
Some other time.

Destiny ditched me dearly
And life left me in a lurch...
Let me be,
I'll tell this tale
Some other time.

Squalls submerged my ship
And sunk me silently out of sight...
Let me be,
I'll tell this tale
Some other time.

With friends fostering foes
And loved ones lying low...
Let me be,
I'll tell this tale
Some other time.

If I tell this all telling tale
You'll be named in naming names...
So, let me be,
I'll tell this tale
Some other time.


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A Responder Unplanned

The mysterious day,
Starts up the bubble,
Snooze button delay,
Two shift double,
Colorful schemes,
Heat on full blast,
Notorious themes,
Energy outcast,
Falling out,
Reaching for the hand,
Too much doubt,
A responder unplanned,
Trying to block out,
Block out a power,
A helpful soul’s passion,
Upon a rush hour,
Saved with compassion,
Life blooming; beautiful flower,
Sometimes it takes,
One individual man,
To fulfill the steaks,
Of another’s game plan.

Don’t give in when life is hard, become that beautiful flower- life hands you cards or people to keep you moving-use the right card.


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Friend And Foe

Always, Are, All
Each, Evenly, Extended
Hands, Honorably, Holding

Good, Gracious, Gratitude
Being, Beholder’s, Blessings
Trying, Teaching, Them

Life’s, Learned, Lessons
Unconditional, underlying, Undeserving 
Christ’s, Chosen, Children


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Judgment

What is our purpose?
Why are we here?
Why are we here left in fear shedding all these tears
starring at this demond in this mirrior
blinded by everything I see so clear
where am i going after this life? and is it near?
unanswered questions 
people always always saying swagga shut up stupid clowns 
I see all you frowning behind that fake smile 
I can help all im spreading the word around my town 
to make you turn that frown upside down
they have you in the palm of there hands cant you see it?
If it wasnt for them we wouldnt be asking all these bulls*** questions
and not to mention who are you to be asking me who im reppin
you should get hit in the mouth but
before all that idiotic violence let me talk to you.....
they got you all so corrupt but yall dont know so you dont give a f*** 
they have you like a trout with a kook caught in its mouth some slip and get
away there the lucky ones who can actually say
I have truly been saved
I have to be brave and put up a fight till the end of my days
they say im headed in the wrong direction but thats the governement 
there just like a nasy infection 
theyll always be here picking at your brain saying all the answers are in this certain section
always saying dont use Jesus's name in vain but every king has his rain 
all loss through out years to come its people like me that will put your name to shame
am i satanic NO these are just my devilsh thoughts
theres turning back im self sustained put in this hell knowing very well that i shall rise above all these brainless people that are stuck in this hell get out of that brainwashed shell 
to escape this long life lasting jail not knowing you are rotting in this cell
I really do care about my people
the government they dont there the true definition of evil 
they work for lucifer so they do what they have to, to get thier share 
piece the puzzle and you will find it
Jesus Christ is luccifer he has all you misguided he himself and his dominions where all behind it.


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Keep Displaying

Become the outstrip,
Far ahead,
Recieving an extra tip,
Apprehension becoming dead.

True for the peace,
Realness in portions,
Disease as a tease,
A change; distortions,

Keep on praying,
The thought is now the movement,
Honesty keep displaying,
To leave behind the improvement.


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Darned Drive-In


Busty Betty beguiled the besotted boys
Painfully plain Polly puzzled over her plight
Dapper Dan discovered the delights of drive-ins
Blushing busty Betty before long began to bulge 
Polly perceived  her problem and preceded
To point the poor papa and his problem to the priest



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Write The Shoes People Walk In--Read Aloud

The shit that burned rubber on his sleeves dug deep below skin, learned to walk then spake words from blue blood. To some it looks green, reading art through thickened skin. To devise is a device, au naturale refuses to change colors even with vitiligo on the vocal. Remaining raw road raging in his own lane is a happy madman a diamond and glass man reflecting glued together emotion exploited on paper. Hardhat literature Truce-serum signature, hone the tongue to chisel a picture parables that parallel those burned into scripture. In order to do that, you have to write the shoes people walk in- Babies insurance vetoes, the plucked rose which was closed, she says it still occurs in her sleep. To mix the write color of words to paint Its face, and then aim to maim pharmaceutical kingpins when proof is in alkaline. To write one piece that'll massage the mental of the masses, & being enabled to ink-out our dreams ...damn, I even,, almost forgot about the innocent locked on Death Row!


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Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...


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I am a woman, not a woe-man

I am valuable but not worth any price
I am precious but far more than gold
I am productive but not for abuse
I can talk but not to be abused of talking
I am hardworking but not to be a slave
I am a wife but I am an individual too

I am a mother but I'm just human
I am strong but I get tired too, 
I am in flesh, so I need rest
I care but I value myselft first and foremost
I am kind but need kindness too
I listen but not to be lied to
I run the house but I deserve to run myself too

I am the help meet but I need support too
I understand but not to be misunderstood
I provide but I need to be provided for too
I run the kitchen but I need to run my self too
I am the housewife but I am a wife too, 
I am married, to my husband, not the house!
I love but I should not be taken for granted

I am weak but not to be raped, beated and scratched
I am submissive and obedient but not to be exercised power abuse on
I am a cheerful giver but not to be robbed
I am soft but not to have my blood squeezed out,
I am full of life but not to be taken away from me
Yes, I am a woman,
Created to live,
Not to be a woebegone!


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Our Peg

“OUR PEG”

Absolute is her adorable attitude,
blessed and bestowed with a burning benignity,
city girl caught within life’s calamitousness,
darling to all that dare dote upon her. Naked!

Economize, be efficient, enthuse she must,
Fight! For her felicity. Feel! For those whom fall,
groping gouging with a grotesque gravitation,
hold on to her hospitable habitation!

Indurate through incest! Injured through inurement,
justice she seeks, a juvenile Judy no more,
kicked by society, knackered by its keepers,
laminated personalities lost in love!

Morning time! Brings the sunlight, the mist the misery,
Nymph nurtured by noble, just to serve motley men,
Orgasm! Cried off, just an opaque memory,
primitive penis pants, within the woodland glen!

Quaint in monthly quarantine, desire still to quell,
rebellious rivals, rustic, but youth on side,
sanctimonious salutations satisfy,
the test for technique, tediously still apply!

Unable to command usage. “Utensil spent”
Valuation decreasing via vulgar gent,
wise mind, weary body responds to the wanker,
xquisite flame soon xtinguish by the banker!

Yet she that lived in yonder past, youthfulness yielded,
zero hour approaches. “Erotic zone no more!”

this is a true story,
I know, Peggy was someone's sister  RIP
Copyright 2011


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Seventh Age a second childhood

befuddled bewildered,
memory muddled;
perplexed then puzzled
as clarity contracts
and cataracts


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Downside of a Writer

They say Im a lover but I know I can also be a fighter/ 
Im living in darkness today knowing tomorrow ain't going to get any brighter/ 
Im so heavy in the pain I don't know when *****in life is going to get any lighter/
 My *****in life is all crooked and loose I don't think it's going to get any straighter or tighter/
 I just need to be useful and not happy is what I lost sight of/ 
Im a matchbook making matches light up because without me there ain't no striker/
 Im just a lost poet trying to find deep within this hard head as a true Writer.....


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Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


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Becky Bubble Brown

Becky Bubble Brown builds a beautiful bungalow before
Beyonce Baker in buffalo boulevard.In buffalo boulevard
Becky Bubble Brown builds a beautiful bungalow before
Beyonce Baker;But Becky Bubble Brown got blown with
a bomb in her bubble bath.






*this is real tongue twisting~~Bubbling Becky Brown got blown with a bomb 
in her bubble bath.


Contest:"Big Kid Tongue twister"
Sponsored by Gwendolen
3rd place win


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Not for the finicky or fainthearted

My mind is experiencing a fastidious flatulence; slightly fiendish, and not for the
finicky or fainthearted. 
I fidget amidst it's fanatical far-fetched farce yet stand fearless, watching it's face
flounder in a foolhardy feeble-minded foible. 
With fervor I say farewell forever to it's festering, feverish fetish, as it's frantic
fiasco foams, flails and finally fails.

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Alliteration

  
Putting words and “wards” in my words

I’m not wayward, but waying words into their ward

The world’s words are wayward

But my words are “rhyming” “way” “words”

My world, are full of words

But the world is full of wrongs

Yes! I’ll right the wrong by rhyming words

With writing rights, I’ll write right

My “right”, my ways, my words, my world,

Hmmm, “way words”,   	

Will change our world.


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One Among Many part 1

Chapter 1 
As but only one young lost man in a great land I sometimes don’t want to see what I see in life but death causes me to look. I don’t want to hear the things I hear but have to admit the things here that I’ve heard. I don’t want to be guilty today it’s why I continue to strive past my past for innocence in the near future. I don’t want to feel what I feel but after another day in this dark place has gone by I can’t hide what I have painfully felt. As but one young man I wonder why I question others motives and still can’t see the answers to my own as if I know all the answers to life when I don’t even know the true cause of my own. I wonder why I am happier at times but more often than not why I continue to be sad. I look for ones in groups of twos and get lost in groups of threes, but don’t get even me started on the groups of fours. On the outside world I am lost yet inside myself I know I am found, I holler silently at night while I quietly pray during the day. As but only one young man I can only do what is best for self-first if I want to start making a difference for two. 
Sometimes life for one can be fun, but on the reservation more often than not it is boring and dull. On the reservation I found serenity and solitude in the hills but I also found old savages and young Satan’s in the towns. I see beauty and peace in Mother Nature but I also found violence and ugliness among my very own in the neighborhood. I see not what I see and I think not what I think for I feel what I see which leads me to think. I choose rather to just be rather than not be what other people want me to be. I see what I see because I haven’t really got a choice in what I will see, I’d rather choose to just say that I saw. Outside people can’t make one see what I already choose not to see for I see what I see rather if they want me to see things their way or not. I can’t feel what they feel unless they feel what I feel and live where I live and be where I am to know where I truly am from to understand the thoughts and feelings of not only a young native of struggle, but as a person worldwide no matter the skin color.


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Heart : Opened Only Once

She sat silently , Suffering Sorrow
Believing, Baby’s Breath, Beauty
Time the Turmoil , that threatens “Tomorrow”
Her Heart helped him Heal his Hypnotized Heart
Diligently  Doing Daydreams’ Duty
Another Amazing Addition :  “ART “

Inspired by the Contest : “ Alliteration Poems Please “
Sponsored by : John  (Moses)  Freeman
Dedicated to : John MOSES  Freeman


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Imagination ,,, but not a nonette yet

Despondent
we felt
doing deeds
donned by illusions of necessity.

Drat
we thought
disowning our dignity
drowning our dignity
driving our dignity
down into delusions of
dominance.

Do-di-do-do
we knew
when spontaneously
life came to the streets 

and we did 
what we 
know how to do.


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Homes and Holes

Dreadful dawn dug doggedly deep, dazed dues
Prickle-prone paths  pierce peer-less purpose
Buried bricks burn beneath brine and blood
Homes and holes hitch-hike heated Hours

Sync'd steps stoop, saddling steely shores
Shadows of sagging shoulders shed shrewd strokes
Sanctioned sympathy sealed and soiled in stoic stories
Homes and Holes hauling hymen of horror hormones

Nagging newts nutured nadir of nervous noisome nuns
Jilted jones jaded in jiltery journey of jerky joules
Measled mare much-malligned by myriad of magnetic manacles
Homes and holes held hostage in hidden hydrogen hades


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Southern Hospitality

Suckers suck
Truckers truck
Mickey Mouse mongrels maltrusively muck
Broncos buck
Lady luck
'Fraid to say the word

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Inspired by the late great George Carlin


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Work Aint Honest But It Pays The Bills

They say when life throws you lemons, make lemonade. Well the niggas i know work and its not honest, but it pays the bills in the words of badu because she gone tell you the truth and ima give you the scoop on a livin troop who got the boot because he didnt wana shoot a dude in the same resemblence as hisself but he still work, its not honest, but it pays "his" bills. -Afro_Kira


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One Among Many part 2

I live in a place striving for sobriety surrounded in alcohol looking for happiness trapped among our very own sadness. I hear my people’s laughs and I hear my people’s cries, but most of all I see their dreams because their dreams are my dreams because we remain not against each other today as enemies but hidden friends united through culture, language and blood. I laugh with my people and of course I cry with my people and I fight with my people but most of all I continue to dream with my people. I know who I am and where I am from to know where I been to still hope to where I am going to go. I feel darkness engulf not only myself but also almost my entire reservation’s race, no matter mixed or not because soon our culture and language will have no face without any more light to shine upon it. I know where I lived and still live to know if I will truly go where I truly want to go in life before I have my one walk with death. I know by a long shot that I am not the best but by a close hit on the reservation’s target I could be better. 
I take a stand against self to stand against others to better a worsening crowd of many young lost indigenous souls waiting to be unknowingly found and waiting for something similar to what I’m about to write. I take a stand for self so that others know that we aren’t all lost and we can and will be found with the true hope of no one’s but your own. I take a stand because my brothers and sisters wont, I take a stand because now days most the people around me or within me can’t or don’t know how, I take a stand for the children who don’t have a father and mother as I once had, I take a stand for my unborn child almost here, I take a stand for courage because within me is filled with fear, I take a stand against because the alcohol and drugs within me now I just can’t stand, I take a stand for those around me who cannot stand, I take a stand for a culture dying on its knee’s trying to get back up, I take a stand for the forsaken yet to be forgiven self-stand.
 I patiently wait, lying away in the darkness searching for light even though I can see the light I just don’t know how to get on thy path to the light. I am not alone, I know for a fact that I am not alone in my thoughts and feelings about life on earth here. I can see our pain, I can hear the hollers and screams, I can feel your anguish and I can smell our destruction. I walk through the reservation valley of darkness as if I am but a blind witness to our own destruction upon where many of us go unknown truly forever in depths of time, in the depths of death.
 I know that I cannot give in or give up on a dream of a people’s dream where the buffalo in our young hearts and minds may roam around free and where the wolf warrior chief may rise above all odds and become thy greatest modern day warrior, the people seek him, the people crave him, the people need him, the people need someone to rise if not geographically the worldwide mentally.


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LONGING

Long, long, long
Oh how i long for
that day.

The day when we wake
up to the
cry of a crow like
there is no growth.

The day when we jump
about round about
like there is nothing to
think about.

The day when
off-springs spring
out not 
with a cry but a
smile.

When sickness will
drown down the drain
and death will be
dead.

Oh, how long will
you this day take!!!


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Steer Away From Why

Kinds lay everywhere,
With stories of the past,
Opening wide arms to share,
Helping others at last.

Easy is not the word,
To place upon the plate.
After my past is heard,
The pathos fit in fate.

Some may want,
The descriptions clear,
Or some may recieve the haunt;
Of the visions giving off fear.

Lost souls are out,
As I met a few,
Swerving past-to a different route,
Away from eyes I once knew.

Why-Is a question to ask,
But one I very-rarely do,
Instead I make a task,
To get to know you.

Hope and faith; together to shake,
For the situations given,
In your shoes I'll make,
My best to make a liven'.

You may not be here,
Rotted; rust,
Leaving left a tear,
Now to succeed is a MUST.

Your name is writtin' down,
On my arm,
Like an angel with a crown,
All pasts are now no harm.

Death happens; on command,
Leaving wasn't easy; no,
The words said last now stand,
To leave your story to show.


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The Headers Collect

Miles far from,
The ticketing toll,
Unmentioned to some,
Lingering soul,
Pushing on,
The roads are made,
The breaking dawn,
Streaks vaguely fade,
Posted in place,
Thriving success,
Becoming a face,
Cleaning up the mess.
People rise,
Creatures scatter,
Tongues of cries,
Memories of laughter,
Dismantled letter,
Ripple effect,
Faults setter,
The headers collect.


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I Breathe

My moon shun windows have been unhinged
and a panoramic mind binged on self deplore freed
Indeed by the defined journey I’ve moved through.
Through you the miraculous reflections of self-love I find
once blind, now bare to the rendezvous of this world,
of sound mind I realize my every breath is filled
as I am willed towards the prodigy I feel around me
I breathe…
and life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
My solo soul drum beats its pure sound
of unbound rhythms found above ground as I stargaze
my eyes glaze over raving in shimmering light,
feeling every word that I write authenticated,
painted across my heart untainted…
I aspire to be a living love…
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
I am not alone with thought as I walk,
wobbling along the road of existence I implode
knowing another heart in hand senses what I feel
as though the wheel of vitality destined it to so be…
so it be…
A waterfall of awakening spirit I drink its sugary taste,
mingled around my space…that place you give me,
and a gift I graciously give to you…
my undistorted expression undressed I stand astonished,
forgiving regrets I’ve gathered on my shawl of shame
as if a new name within my name has unearthed me
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.
The bird of dreams sang to me one morning I woke,
invoked in me the music I once spoke without doubt,
and now as you attract me out from my hiding place,
leave your unforgettable trace amidst my days
I find new ways to stroke my pen across this page…
Uncaged…an aged energy of new I feel within you
and I breathe…
as life is seethed by the seed that we breathe.


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Poets

We are creators not 
deviators
We've no sedition nor 
division, but distinction
Our words from 
nature's thought
We are created 
creators!

Our existence, our 
excellence minus 
persistence
Our thirst makes us 
exist
But through words they 
say we persist
Our hearts and the 
earth are connected 
hearths
But we are called 
"deviators"
Hey! Discriminators!
We are not deviators!

Our movement without 
legs
Journeys within our 
garden
Speaking, but not 
talking
Oh God! What's 
creativity?!
The impossible made 
possible!
Yet, "they're all lies", 
they say
You'll indeed lie, for 
your answer still lies
The end of lies...
The final end...
The world's end! 



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A Standing Judgement

As a critical thinker,
The size of my fist,
The information maker,
Excepts a formative list.

Tools as variety,
Simple or exhaggerated,
The persuasive society,
Populars updated.

Celeberties, actors, and fame,
A standpoint to judge,
Some will play the game,
Others push; nudge.

Each are a phase,
Like a butterflies menopause,
Honesty will engage,
Setting back grateful flaws.

BE understanding OUR KNOWLEDGE is the size of a fist.


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One Soul Can Change

The thought of death can bring me fear,
The thought of her will bring a tear.
Real as the person sitting next to you,
Growing old but starting young and new,
The world revolves around a thought,
Of money and fame; until your body starts to rot.
Then the world becomes a blur to one,
Seeing the light; seeing which of your ways were right.
Left-right-side to side,
We take on this journey; this ride.
To find answers and truth in the lines,
Looking back at the life liven; and where your heart shines.
So as you read this you have a chance,
To look at your own story; just take the glance,
Because one soul can change its ways,
One mind can make new plays.
Pulling each memory back like a book,
Small eyes squinting to take a close look,
Who are you when no ones there,
Who are you when others stare?
Questions to be asked when death is talked about,
Voices in your head began to shout,
What is life, what is my reason,
Each year passes by; each month; each season,
My body grows older but my heart stays clear
Understanding to over come death as a fear.
As this poem is about to end,
Hold out your hand for a friend,
Pull close and know that life is precious;real talk,
Pull close and know that you walk  your own walk,
The outsiders and can talk about past and the ups and downs,
But their kind of like the funny people on the side; the clowns.
So head up ; feet low,
Arms strong; to get through the tough; now row,
Don't give up just be yourself,
Like putting the old toy upon the shelf,
Become the star that's bright and known,
Become the star that you know can be shown.


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Firecrackers (Alliterations)

In a pick pack boom a wonderful light in the sky
Beaming gleaming screaming people out in the street
Watching the parade of light danced, glanced tranced
Happy sappy snappy to watch the firecrackers so beautifully
Amazing as it make the sky lively sparkly wonderfully
It shone in the dark out in the park making the mark
A sign of celebration in a cloud nine look so divine
Graces in the space a part of beauty to embrace

22/9/07


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Kerckhoff

Caresses and Kisses

Pockets and Playfulness

Bras, Beauty and Belt loops


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Moving Forward

Lasting memories linger lightly,
Swarming in a sensitive soul;
Weaving waves of wishes,
Taking a terrible toll.

Nasty nightly nervousness,
Results in ranting rhymes;
Harvesting of high hopes,
And savoring sensual signs.

Conspiring cosmic circles,
Whisper winter warnings.
Briefly believing blasphemy,
Fights feelings forming.

Insecurity injects inspiration,
Rotting the ropes of revelation,
Killing the chance of consolation,
Providing the pride in proclamation.

Empty enriched envy.
Loose longing lust.
Love lasts a lifetime.
Try total trust.


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No Title

My bed is anxious,waiting for my snores Today's going to bed, tomorrow's a few steps ahead I wonder why I took "the" pen I feel like putting them down What? My thoughts What am I inking? Nothing! Exactly! Just wanna scratch my itchy paper with my juicy ink Singers? Go sing... Comedians? Go do comedy... Others? What's your "itchy paper?" Have you applied your "ink?" Be good at what you do Love what you do Practice... Go scratch it!


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Does Your Glass Shine

Growing through the thorns; strong;
Calling out for help when the days seem long.
When it’s realized that lifes not a breeze,
That only where you go-is what one sees.
Then the hills don’t seem so steep,
The weak aren’t only the ones who weep.
Listen close with ears ready,
Not all have the choice to have a body steady.

Deaf, blind, mentally challenged; it’s touch,
Looking around with meak eyes; what does that word mean? Rough.
Whose to say your glass doesn’t shine,
Cleaned or dirty- it’s all going to be fine.
Some need to hear this,
Others it becomes a hit or miss,
If you have the ability,
Don’t put it up for humility,
You’re capable; learn,
Don’t leave the minutes to count down; to burn.

Who says you can’t; don’t give up,
The potions all stirred up in a cup;
Think of it as a little trip; magic.
Drink up; it’s imagination not tragic,
As the legs move forward; slow and in tone,
As the hands of your own have the ability to pick up that phone,
Calling for the help needed.
Keep the mouth unheated.
Know others have it hard everyday,
Know others don’t have a place to call home ; stray.

This human race keeps on going,
Make sure you’re helping the race with growing,
Growing like a weed,
Another conceives her child like a small seed.
This child may not be perfect; never,
But the eye of the parent it’s their lever.

Their lever at the end of work,
The one they go to when things don’t lurk,
Open up the head,
Put that pencil down-use pen not lead,
Write down the real things that show,
And the truth in the arrow of the bow, 
 Nothing revolves around one man,
All others just become a fan,
Glissening isn’t what the road leads to,
Maybe you haven’t made the realization; add it; and do,
The withholder of the treasure is you,
Go out and remember what matters; and who is who.


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A Voice For Sanity 2008

This may cause horror or consternation
Or spark your deep imagination
It may be met with fascination –
I’d be honored to die by assassination
 
Ghandi, Kennedy, Martin Luther King
Lincoln and John Lennon, ‘tis of Thee I sing
 
I want my life to be the difference
That helps us rise beyond indifference
Make peace and joy our only preference
Be the turning point for future’s reference
 
I’d like to be a voice for sanity,
Offer some other choice than vanity,
Speak of truth and not insanity,
And thus bring love back to humanity

If it’s any indication of my utter indignation with the madness inter-nation,
I‘d like for my narration from creative imagination to live on in syndication
 
I’d spread the information that increases man’s elation
And love for all creation ,thus avoiding all damnation for eternity’s duration

Yes, I’d love to be the voice for sanity
And thus bring man back to humanity
 
So it is -- So be it -- So I say -- So Amen


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How Long

How long, how tough 
This world, just war 
Endless war, endless world
Words and world, all about war.

Oh, what's war in this world?
The world's war, not yet in your world?
Wait till your words reveal the war.

I wonder, will this world end its wonders?
 What an irreversible order
It's not our order!
I wonder, when will the order become a past order?
Others wonder "how will a new order be ordered?"
Yes! How long will this order make orders and not our own orders?! 



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Marianne

Strolling southern seashore in mists of September
searching for something set to stay,
her mind that meanders,
remarkable meters,
perplexing the phantoms at play.

Voices validating vague vagrant vocations
of poetry placed in parade,
with words waged in warring,
warning of the wheighman,
who knew you had dues left unpaid.

Before the seashore became her domain,
she’d wandered the wayside of pain,
locked in psychotic box
Doctor’s ticking clocks,
saying drain her poor brain once again.

Prefer sleep on the street keep her beat from defeat
she found sound vocation once more,
tourist response sterling,
shape sand to her seeing,
she sells sea shells, by the sea shore.


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lIFE AFTER DEATH

REMEMBER THOSE DAYS 
WHEN AN UNEXPECTED DEATH CAME,LIKE THE NEWBORN CHILD THAT CAME,BUT NEVER STAYED?
REMEMBER THE DAY WHEN YOUR BOSS APPROACHED YOU ABRASSIVELY AND UTTERED THAT 
THEY WOULD HAVE TO LET YOU GO??
REMEMBER THE DAY YOUR HOUSE FORECLOSURED,AND YOUR HUSBAND TOLD YOU HE WAS NO LONGER INTERESTED IN ALL THAT U THOUGHT U WERE GIVING?
AND INSTEAD OF ALLOWING HEALING,YOU WITHDREW FROM LIVING?
DO YOU REMEMBER THOSE DAYS OF TORMENT,ANGUISH,SELF-BLAME,SELF-PITY GAMES AND CALLING YOURSELF NAMES??
DO YOU REMEMBER CRYING FROM A DEEPLY INHERITED UNMERITED SHAME??
DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN YOU FELT YOU HAD NOTHING GOOD TO CLAIM?
I KNOW YOU CAN REMEMBER THE PAIN
BUT I ALSO WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT BEYOND THAT PAIN THAT EXIST IN YOUR HEART,
AND IN YOUR BRAIN,THERE IS LIFE.
THERE IS LIGHT.
WHATEVER IS WRONG
GOD IS READY TO MAKE IT RIGHT.
THERE IS LIFE AFTER YOUR DEATH
THERE IS STILL AN ABUNDANT LIFE WAITING AS LONG AS YOU HAVE BREATH


YOU DIED FROM HIGH SELF-ESTEEM,YOU PERISHED FROM JOY & HAPPINESS
YOU WERE DECEASED FROM FINANCIAL INCOME
AND YOU WERE READY TO THROW IN THE TOWEL,CALLED LIFE
BUT IT'S TIME TO STOP LIVING IN THE NIGHT
AND RUN TO GOD WITHOUT ANY FRIGHT
BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH OUR LIVES CHANGE,AND OUR ECONOMY IS NOT AT IT'S BEST
WE CAN GO TO THE FATHER GOD,AND REST PEACEFULLY ON HIS CHEST.
AS HE WHISPERS PEACE BE WITH YOU
LEAVE YOUR BURDENS RIGHT THERE,BECAUSE YOU KNOW I CARE
BECAUSE THERE IS  BEAUTIFUL LIFE AFTER DEATH
AS LONG AS THA KING,JESUS IS THERE!!!!!!!!!!!


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Take The Flight

Money helps make life easy, right?
Step on up-on the reality flight.
Now look down so high above,
Seeing birds fly; the dove,
Above all the grassy green,
What would money be; so far away it can't be seen.
Small dollars, change, and checks,
But each day there's thousands of wrecks,
Taking souls to another place,
Leaving behind this vision we chase.
People need money to survive,
Without it we'd have no food to stay alive,
Listen to the whispers of the air flow,
Make sure your money isn't for show.
Big house, accessories, and big bills,
But once again-lives stop each minute;it kills,
Up here in the plane ride,
We have a chance to hide,
Pull back and soak in the world so high,
Waving away; hoping this isn't goodbye.
See you later say to all,
Hold up the wealth only to a brick wall,
Meaning love and faith is all you need,
Giving out money; like a deed,
If you have enough to survive,
Know that your alive,
Alive for a reason;alive for today,
Not promised tomorrow or any other day,
Hold your head high as you walk off the plane,
Walk off with something learned; in the right plain.


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A MEASURE OF PLEASURE

Failure's ferocious fangs
stalk me with sadistic smile.
Fear's firm fist furiously pound
on my heart's door.
Pain's piercing pangs refuse me parole
and sorrow stubbornly seeks to seize my soul.

I'm scared of misfortune's malevolence
and disappointment's desire 
to destroy and devour me.
But I won't surrender;
I will struggle to stall sadness
and strive to suck
pleasure out of pain.

I'll trudge through trouble
and gather a measure of treasure.
I'll brew a juice of joy
and consume a cup of courage,
sipping slowly to sedate sorrow.
I'll ride a horse of happiness
through the period of pain -
atleast find a little comfort in distress.


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THE BOTTOM OF THE BEER BOTTLE

I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle. So what if I want to wallow around 
with this low self mentality . A sip here a sip there, why not sip everywhere ...you 
see?
You see, you really don't care when you have the mentality to wallow in the hallow 
of a bottle.
I sold my soul to the bottom of the beer bottle;burning out the aching pain that 
causes me to be insane with so much shame.

Boy,the bottom of the beer bottle isn't where I really want to be?You see the 
bottom of the beer bottle did not bother me; but now ,it's really affecting me.

Ican't eat sometimes I can't even sleep,because the bottom of the beer bottle is 
calling me.It's really beating my body.How can I ever benefit when the bottom of 
the beer bottle is calling me?How could this ever happen to me?

When I used to win and grin, beating the bottle;what I once to beat is now beating 
me and my body.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.

Idrink it waking up and drink it lying down.The bottom of the beer bottle has a tight 
hold on me.The bottom of the beer bottle is calling me.


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DANCE

As i'm stroking the side of it's face
Our lips instantly meet
Were talking about the life ahead for us
But as it turns out you don't want a relationship
I can beg and plead
And I never succeed
Now i'm screaming oh' please, oh' please
Don't give up on me
Your my life my third priority
This is not something you can throw away
For we belong together
We should never be apart
And just to start 
I should tell you
DANCE dont leave me
Do you see
This love I have for you is never ending








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Love, Like the Arils in a Pomegranate

Love, like a pomegranate can be bitter sweet. 
Its tang lingers long after laughter swells. 
The soul puckers pleasantly with each bite.
A luscious love, precious and unique, thrives.  
Life’s enchantment surrounds sweet-tart living,
Likened to the whitest pulp around twirls of tasty arils.
The future surrounds a delicious serving of dreams.
Where seeds of friendship are consumed in sweetness.

The pomegranate willfully waits, wanting to be devoured.
Wildly proclaiming ecstasy since the butterflies’ first visit.
Fabulous fantasies frolic from first inklings to forever. 
Reality rushes its rivers of waters roaring through rapture.
And springs forth this rare exotic fruit, ripe, raw and savored.
Budding beautiful love, which sings songs and satisfies longings.
Lively and luscious, unconsumed love triumphs over lust.
Spiritual passions simmer in life’s sizzling heat.

Tasting, like believing in enchantment, brightens beginnings.
Waiting awakening, flavors life like spicy pomegranate seeds.
Delightful daydreams dance upon the redness of love’s peel.
And reality races to anticipation’s castle in the sky… imaginings ravishing. 
Faith hopes that happiness hovers where respect and honors hold.
Perfection placed where enchantment becomes reality and fears forget.
Love’s season is savored more deeply and sincerely as lovers learn.
That beneath the hard peelings in life, sweetness grows, everlastingly.

© August 22, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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The Outter Layer

The molding of the outter layer,
Shifts gears to be a player.
In a space filled deep,
The hills climbed are steep.
As the human race explodes,
The facts are on the roads,
With what direction chosen by one,
Shaping their life until it's done.
Life has more than looks and money,
Death parts and takes all; one can see.
The meaning of life is real easy; listen.
Keep honest to all; glisten.
If you think you're better,
Look closer at each other.
The mind holds the knowledge,
The body takes the pledge,
But the heart and soul have faith and courage,
Which are what is remembered at the ledge.
Some may flaunt or flee away,
Others go right through each day.
Remember the moments and who you are,
And don't part away too far,
From the meaning of your presence here,
Each of us are bigger then our fear.
The light for success can be touched; reach,
It's about learning; become what you teach.
So with hold the thoughts that aren't positive,
Use the outter layer to do it; but the inner to live.


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An Envied State

Envy eats at my eager overtone.
Airing aspirations of me alone.
Resenting ruse, requiring need.
Festering famine, for you I feed.

Covet creation, I crave carelessly.
Desiring deeply, damn fearlessly.
Greedily grasping for others gain
Invidious intrusion, idly insane.

Spitefully starving, stalking prey.
Jealously jaunting, without delay.
Longing lust, loathing your term.
Craving prosperity, cash I affirm.

Rendition of riches, reasons resent.
In umbrage euthanizing my consent.  
Tilling your toils, for me you taste – 
Conceding to my monetary embrace.

Eagerly empowering an envied state.
Devouring dignity, a diligent debate.
Victoriously vigor, voicelessly vim.  
Gluttony so gracious, greedily grim.


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Poets and Poetesses Never Die

They wove a wordily world
Out of space and sherds of imagination
They wove meanings in mere metaphors
Like spinning spiders

The seer just slept
The poem prospers posthumously
And rake in income post-humorously
S/he died poor but partly NOPE

S/he gave life to you and me
S/he gave a piece of life to us
S/he gave a smile to us
S/he enlightened our dark hearts

Poets and poetesses never die,
They live on shadows and ghosts
In dusts of lively libraries, helly hells and heavenly heavens


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It

Lightning
Bright, Bold, Beautiful
And yet painful
Struggling to free it's clutches from the horrible beast

No one can see it yet
But it has a hold on lightning
It won't let go
That's just it

It's name is It
We don't know how to free lightning
But we cant stop

He needs our help
But it won't stop trying to stop lightning
It still has a hold on him


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In this dispensation

In this dispensation
My message to the future generation
In this dispensation


It is reality and positivity
For life is full of tragedy
Neither the sword nor the gun
Can save you under the sun


Don’t be deceived by their titles and riches
For knowing the difference 
Between good and evil is the key
That which unlocks the doors  of eternity


In this dispensation
Life is full of illusion
Know that not all that glitters are gold
The truth is difficult to say but be bold


For life is full of oppression 
 And affliction
So learn how to speak the truth
In this dispensation










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By Felt Aliveness (Alliteration)

Moon morning mean at dawning by
with wrest winter the field tree
great ground glances from any posted are
revels reface refuse, not heaven
deny deeply delight, not of birds’ sings
melody must mix with the dawning
Souls by eminent feeling are aliveness.


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Morning Mousie

‘Morning, mousie in the housie
Puss’s got the munchies
For yummy little crunchies –
You’d best be on your way

Rev ‘em up, your little pawses,
Cat’s relentless, never pauses
It’s just his nature and that’s because he’s
Been cravin’ mousie-pie all day

Little mouse, I’ve got a hunch
Puss-cat thinks your name is lunch
He’ll reduce you to a furry bunch
Of gristle, bones and clay

So, little rodent, if you’re smart
You’ll get yourself a good head-start
Pussie’s got his feline heart
Set on eating after play


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Now I Cry

No flying in my wing
But I try
My rock won't pry up
But I try

No crying, no crying
I'm Not crying

but I'm not flying
My rock- not prying up...

Now I cry



Written for Nikko's HEADS or TAILS contest
2012


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Poetry's paradox

It is eternally a mind altering thought
that of poetry's paradox in every moment born,
its multicoloured wings spawn this age of floating ashes...
flashes of the other side of what awaits our words,
what awaits our hearts a part of a whole different world.
Unfurled everyday upon our eager lips
within our kisses and our wishes that sweep our souls
we are consoled by love in her paradoxical cloak,
invoked by love's deprive..yet alive
waiting willingly in the tears of our lover's cry.
I have beheld the world in my eyes
in a moments breath on either side
where contrast ideas collide in a mind full of sky..
where twinkling stars cast their gaze
and sunlit days turn to nights of rain.
We are captured by the frame of time.


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My Bedroom Walls

I am Twelve -  My cynical composure  is of my second nature - A constant, compatible
companion.
I am the Winter Solstice - Darkness is my Jesus, the losing light, my Judas.
I am Fourteen - Binded by the breaking basket to Brimstone, with heavy heart I instill my
identity in Lucifer's caress. 
I am the mass of minions in your notorious night - Yet, as he watches warily, Lord Lucifer
intervenes  my pathological perverted pretense. 
I am Sixteen - And I watch those I call my kindred spirits as their earthly esteems  are
crushed in a doomed dimension of distress.
I am a Gnostic Ghost - Regression, Repression, and wrong residence cloud my tiresome trail
to prolonged prudence.
I am Seventeen -  Sweet success surmounted will send a tempest to those with hateful
hearts towards my continuous convalescence .
I'm a Courteous Comedian - And a sarcastic sermon of a writer's woe leaves simple
satisfaction, with my self in restless reminiscence.
I am an Ageless Apparition - And in this vexatious vessel, ,in this tainted temple, I long
for Lord Lucifer's law of survival of strongest, or a phantom's fall.
I am the Passive Pacifist - Dazzling the dawn, Dashing the dusk;  negating the rest of 
nightfall.
Light the lamp, Lord Lucifer, speak seductive sounds ... The Secret Salvation of My
Bedroom Walls.


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Signs of Shoe Soul Designs in the Soft Sand

Fashion shoe treads imprinted on the bisque beach 
global longtitude/latitude design airborne print in flight
Honeycomb print slowly pacing synchronising footsteps
Concentric wave prints grouping Fine detail pattern soul 
beside clearly printed  diamond  fishbone sports design
Heavily studded  trail souls tread along large  paw prints
Simply dotted  aerobic shoeprint  next  to  little  dog paws
A  new soft pink fluffy seaweed  floats in  lacy ocean foam
Large horseshoe prints clomp  digging deeply in the sand
Smaller horseshoes gather  meeting near a water  trough
Fresh green seagrass clumped like  freshly cut long lawn
cradles long ball strands of  yellow ochre squirting beads 
Bare feet touching soft sticky sand immersed wet in water
Naked  footprints  side by side breathing beach vibrations
Two  lovehearts drawn in the light brown sand interlocked.
Sandcastles decorated with shells sit sturdily on the shore.


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The Skaldic 1- death has an end

Bound by the unchained*the brave Scald                                                                Behold though pain*knows sacrifice                                                                          waters hot falls*desires run cold                                                                                     a thrust through awl*thrice the hellish hound                                                     
Poe with poem*pen the ode scold
Destines rhyme chimes *road ends for death wail flail crux impels*Prince of Life Logic of death's* dawns self -destruct Had they had breath*would not design


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downing street

driving down downtown
  rain dots dancing
                     drooling down
               daydreams dally
                      dancing round
            distance  daunting
                      dipping down
                dewdrops draping
          drenching downdrops dripping
        damping rain
                 drooping down
               driving down around
                                  down town


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Summer Say

Let's go out with our sunhats today and play
This day will never come our way again
Let's listen to the loud gossiping blue jay
And enjoy the red of the bright breasted robin

Let's sing in the excitement of the busy building ants
Laugh at a cricket cajoling a tender green leaf of grass

Let's go out with our sunhats today and play
For this day will never come our way again
Let's remark about the veins of the oak leaf
And revel in the joy of holding each other's hands today

Let's go out with our sunhats today and play
(This day will never come our way again)


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FATHER OF ENDLESS MERCY

I am the wind drifting the snow,
uncertain of destiny and tomorrow
at any hour I could be gone,
and with much strength hope lives on;
nothing can discourage me
to ward off moments of misery,
the firmer I believe, the longer I survive...
Father of endless mercy, bless me as I thrive!


I am the sea in desperate need of the moon,
when no light shimmers across this dark deep;
let me hear a song of joy, not of sorrow and grief,
the hours seem long, but the sunrise will come soon,
to make me sail away to celebrate life and freedom,
forgetting how long I had been a victim of boredom,
feeling the worthiness inside to behold a splendid sight...
Father of endless mercy, bless me as I thrive!


Old age is blessed with wisdom and white hair,
but many despise it and by hiding in the leper's lair;
youth was glorious and seemed everlasting indeed,
we all wish to get back to recall how young we appeared
in days that time erased too quickly from the visions we dreamed, 
and besides happiness and vitality, all dreams were limited
to that certain period forever engraved on perceptual mind...
Father of endless mercy, bless me as I thrive!


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Three of Three

‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 Wherever the Delusional -Dimensional Plane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
Or Danger-Plot, Prison-Door or Deepest Pain
Or Present-Defeat, or Darkest-Hours-View
even Thru Dying-Breath, Devout Prayers Proclaim
to Be Delivered- New, True, and Pulled-Thru
to Claim The Prize of Life-Perpetually-Sustained

… For Particularly, By God’s Unpronounceable Power
Thru His Son’s Unparallel- Principal-Purchase… Dower
God’s Dependents and Dreamers Will Prosper-Gain
The Prophecy,  The Promise,  The Paradise-Preordained 
The Perfect-Future  and  The Victory-Parade

… The Distant, Destiny of Eden – Never Been Doused Nor Degrade 

Then… It Won’t Matter…So, Please Dismiss The Paltry-Strain
The Days of The Deformity and Damage-Train
Will Be In The Past … Departed-Detained
Disaster and Disloyal Will Lay In A Destroyed-Plain
Damned For All Of Time –Proliferate-Blamed
A Suppository-Prophylactic-Puddle-Shame
 Patience-Persevering…Demands Punishment - Prediction-Sang… 
… Final-Draft …Stop-The-Presses!... Poll-Loudly-Refrains

When You Really Discern and Pragmatically-Attain
The Divine God and His Son’s King- Domain
Publicize Their Progenitor and Predominant Names
and Preach and Deify Like-Doting-Platoon-Swains,
 with Pedestal-Passion and ‘Plum-Plumb’, Persistence-Ingrained 

For On Position-Comparison, We   ‘All’   Pale-to- A-Feigned …
…Puppets and Peons and Dim-Witted-Parasitic-Great Danes
and Dopamine Defective, Demerol Addicted – Darwin-Poisoned-Sprains
Disoriented-Drivel, Droll-Drooling-Inane
or Just-Plain ol’ Dire-Derelicts-Insane
  
(and now… I have a P D Q,… for Me and You… Migraine)
Oh… May They Accept This Poor-Placard-Crane

                    Amen… Again… Amen


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Man Verses God

Bobby-O believes in astronomy – stars alignments and planets in tune
Jason justifies existence through science- life of “I am and done”
Evan gives evidence towards evolution- ameba to ape to man
Multitudes cry- “I believe in God!”
Though few live life outside the man


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Sullen Sylvia

Sullen Sylvia sadly 
Departed deeply devestated by 
Her husband's heartless 
Departure for a deadly damsel


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THE GREAT AMERICAN RACIST

     THE GREAT AMERICAN RACIST
I stand my ground and white is what is me
as fair a man as there could ever be
I'll not apologize to anyone
for what the world's dependent on
but love my own, for that's the way I see.

Excuses come from those who ever fail
or educated by their time in jail
and racist it may be
but it's the side of me
who stands by justice, in its final wail;

the die's been cast; and juries set the stage
and let out are the crazies from their cage;
while whites proclaim all guilt from high
and blacks can only live the lie
expecting things to change because of rage;

whose knife has cut the thread that's meant to bind
depriving all the love there is to find?
the greatest tragedy of all
is when our backs are to the wall
that's when our hate clouds every mind.
     ron wilson


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Knowing Nothing


It was on an hour exactly like this one, 
as I stood staring into a green landscape
that my senses drifted over the crossover,
which  had a lot to do with the sound
of wind,maybe, or perhaps the slant of the sun’s stare,
 but I would agree
the clouds blue above were shaped into
a wavering plane;  seemed that my hidden sighs
echoed  through the bridge, the slope 
calling me forth to dive without thought;
 that I in absence of logic  stretched 
beyond my immediate impulse and just soared.


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G

God's Greatest Commandments are good works
Gives us Graces we need
Gifts of the Holy Ghost
Gives us guidance
Gospel Goodness
Gets us going to grow for the best

12172011


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The Days Go By, And Still I Think Of You

I'm suffocating in my skin
My happiness is wearing thin
Please just let this end
Please just comprehend
That you're hurting me now more then ever before
Oh how can I implore
How much I love you so
How much you'll never know
When you used to hold me in your arms
When you used to wrap me in your charms
Back when it was just you and me
Back when we knew how to be
Those were the days
But now its all so far away

Love is so confusing
And lust is so amusing
Perhaps we will never be happy
Perhaps we'll always think love is sappy

Then again, maybe happiness will come our way
Then again, maybe we'll be together one day
I hope you know that I hate this feeling
Being tormented by one human being
You're all that fills my head
As I lie awake in this empty bed
Oh how I hope to hold you're hand
Oh how I wish life werent so bland
Cause pain is the only thing real
The one thing that can't be concealed

But just know
That seeing you with her kills me so
But no one cares about me anymore
This heart becomes more sore

Waiting for someone to hear me
Waiting for someone to see
That my life is flashing before my eyes
Hoping someone can sympathize
Myself confidence has gone down the drain
Oh, I think I'm going insane
But dont worry about dramatic me
Dont worry about my life of misery
No, dont listen; no, dont care
Dont say that you'll always be there
I know I don't matter to you
I know you dont know what to do

I still dont know what went wrong
I still try to be so strong
But being near you everyday
Has left my heart astray
Our good times fade away
My happy days turn to gray
My heart burns to dust
How could you betray my trust?

If you only knew
All the things that I've been through
You'd understand
You'd comprehend
Why its so hard to survive
Why its so hard to stay alive
Well, goodbye, I'm slipping away
I might not see you after today
So let me leave you with this little piece, these little lines
Maybe you'll understand them in time....


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A Little Aliteration

Meaning? Maybe so maybe
Not necessarily. Know any
Good jokes? Good job! Golly gee
Whiz! Whatever. Where were we?

Reality runs rampant wrecking
Balls bring blues. Big bold brilliant blues, baby
Teeth talking trash, telling
Lies lazily, longingly, lusciously licking
Wounds. Whoa! Where were we?

Cautiously coming closer claiming
Deepening desire devilishly drawing
Semi-circles, selectively seductive, sensuous spirals of
Expectant exposure, expertly extinguished at the
First flash of fear or feeling foolish about feeling
Well, well. Where were we?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

This is the third poem I posted on Soup.  Was the fourth po that I'd ever written that wasn't for a grade.


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Terpsichore torment

Delightfully dancing delicate doppio,
twirling the twisted turns.
Staccato steps, softly sublime
Reaching rich rapture.

Pausing, pondering performance parameters
Considering critical, controversial clash
Taking time to tackle the tearful troupe
Before breaking buoyant babble

Wizen words, woefully wrapped,
delivered. Deadening delirious delight.
Seeking solace; silent sobs slip softly.


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The Father Of Salvation

The Father of my Salvation will not let me fall

He watches over me and you as we strive to finish His work

as we strive

we grow stronger with the Lord

 and we grow more like Him

The Father will not let us fall as we strive with His work!



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Look deep inside

We look at some one from the outside,
Look deep inside.
There’s true beauty,
In every one.
Just look deep inside,
Its there within.
God made us all beautiful,
No matter what.


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Down to This

I've been standing here for so long
staring down at the stars on the sea
the wind a companion to comfort my reverie
as I question the things I've done wrong

Like loving you
was that so wrong
because it's only weakened me
this loving you for so long

I fell down the other day
stumbled on a word that brought you back to me
it must have choked off my air, so there, killing me without so much flair
and so I laid there still

Loving you was never easy
it came without warning before
but it doesn't leave so easy
wish I would have known this before

I fell in love with you through a kiss
a kiss of bliss that forever now I have missed
which leaves me emptied as it comes down to this

Alone, alone
so decidedly alone


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Love feels gone

For years I have watched the seasons go by,
dry and shrivelled inside this wondow frame
I look beyond yet I am still frozen inside
Alive and dying on my bed of fallen pieces left wanting,
Hunting the outside for what seems to be never mine.
Winter has fractured my mind,
twisted my spine to shape its unescapable relm
of hidden tints and under tones
that roam the hours of this sour place  
I face delemma daintfully, dedicated
as I have failed to eradicate what I can't escape.
It's the same hours now that pass my rusted window
still yearning the lust that gusts by,
by and by the wind cries as I cry alone
alone....love feels alone,
Love feels gone,
gone is love from my home.


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Salmon

Frothing, frigid fjords
Fling forth fine stippled
Salmon, streaking upstream.
Roe-rich fish, flashing
Fat and fulgent:
Spurred to spawn, to spurt
Then sputter -- spasmodic.
Spectral. Unspared.


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Alvin Apples

Alvin had eaten eight apples, every evening he ate
Every evening Alvin ate, eight apples were eaten
Eight apples eaten every evening, Alvin ate
Alvin’s eight apples he ate, eaten every evening 





"he should probably never need a doctor"


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Nights Nexus

Brick buildings bombard the burden of solitude;
brought on by the blossoming horizon.
Winds weave through walls of concrete;
waylaying waves of waste upward.

Sounds spawn the scent of the season;
sun shines sharply in the surreal sky.
Demons doomed, retreat to the depths of darkness;
destroying the dull and dreary day.

Gray curtains gown gloomy ghosts;
gazes engulfed by a glowing globe.
Natural notions of the inevitable occur;
uncovering nights nexus.


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Transcendent In Flight

Accepting, Almighty, Ascends
Bravely, Boldly, Beyond
Christ, Calls, Carries

Don’t, Do, Death
Each, Enters, Evolution
Fly, Free, Forever

Grace, Granted, God
Honoring, Hailing, Holy Spirit
Invite, Inside, Inner-connection

Join, Jubilation, Jesus
Knowing, Kindness, Kneels
Living, Learning, Loving 


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Thirteen and Five Sixths

Those eyes
Wake up exuberance
Welcome early rituals
Wittily warming pop tarts
Whimsy’s gaze flirts away frowns . 

Those eyes
Scan pages, screens,  faces
Strip lovely from ugly,
Sublime from crass illusion
Cynicism yet unsown. 

Those eyes 
Tears well up in wonder
Trying to comprehend
Troubling implications of
Truths terribly distorted.

Those eyes
Rest in grown-child slumber
Reaping dream’s mythologies
Reset to rap-fringed music
Receiving wisdom’s jewels. 

Those eyes
Beam gentle radiance
Blazing bright potential
Brilliant points of Monday’s hope
Bedazzling Friday’s despair. 

Those incredible eyes.


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MOONWALK

Suddeny it was all new
A new solitude
A new silence
A new emptiness
As if from a nightmare, I jerk awake
Where are all those I'd cared to call my friends?
Where's the meanin I'd cared to find in life?
What's come of those dreams, those endless dreams, that used to mar my very sleep?
New realms swim beckonin before my eyes


A light stroll , I decided, will take off the strangeness a li'l
Through the vast expanse, somethin suddenly began to emerge familiar
(Maybe this verve was mine, beyond reckonin,
Maybe silence n solitude were playmates i had forsaken?)


N yes, up above n shinin, was the moon..
So far away. 
N yet,
 never cross enough to despise me for more than a night.
It was autumn come a-calling..
The august autumn of another anonymous soul
And as i walked along, so did she
In step
Abreast
One with me.
N silence found a new meaning,
in the newfound infatuation between us.
My love wasn wasted.
Not any more.


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Tis In Me

Take my desires from me and replace them with thine own,
close my eyes that I may see, turn out the lights that are in me so You will shine.
Cut  off the side roads so I will not turn away,
draw me nearer so I shall not neglect my first love.

Have I made void these important facts to only replace them with my own desires,
my own wants, my own intents and my own ideas?
Such thoughts of ignorance occupy the space within me,
in my heart that ought to belong to God.

Now I ask? When will I see only truth?
When will this matter?

Lord, take my life and let it be, a shining vessel for thee-
Take me heart, and let it be; always filled with Your love!

(c) October 03, 2007
Rosemarie Schrock


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See All That You Have Done

Desires, Drive, Deeds
He, Him, Heed
Child's, Chosen, Choice

Regret, Repent, Rejoice
Attune, Always, Around 
Savior, Sailing, Sea
 
Left, Land, Lost
Pitifully, Punks, Playing
Dying, Dead, Death 


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Who

She spins in silly circles,
Ranting in ridiculous rhymes.
Giggling, giddy, and girly,
Forgeting fabled fears.
Twinkling tears tug heartstrings
Of her lover dear.


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House To House

House to house 
A passing, admiring scent

Hold me...we'll pass 
House to house 
You are still apart of me

Hold your horses
Fight the tears
Wipe them away until everything
Clears

House to house
Passing by torment
Do you know the hint?

When time runs out
I wait till some sun
Peaks in this forbidden forest
Tormented by breaking summers

Drenched...on no one's side
Just stay near...beside...abide
We'll stay house to house

Excited by curiosity 
There will be a house for us
At last

A key to joy 
Let us go...explore this terrain 

We'll have a roof
To push aside the rain
To clear our years away

We are definitely here to stay 

House to house
Torment to joy
We are invited
To stay here forever 

At last

Without no guilt
There is no way
That I'm moving
No more

This desire
Ruins me to the core

I'm sure
At last
With my lady friend
And began to tend 
Our wanted life
Without 
Passing 
House to house 
Dealing with passing 
To and fro by searching
House to house 

At last!


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Worry

She dallies on my doorstep;
paying a visit again
Wearisome worry waits
until I let her come in.

I don’t see her at first
when she knocks at the door;
but the perfume of infamous insanity
pummels me to the floor.

She steps right into me;
no concern for my well-being;
rushes me up the stairs;
what can she be seeing?

I follow the odor
like a hound on the hunt
What disaster awaits?
Will I manage the bunt?

She sits majestically
having made herself at home;
gnawing at my guts,
a dog with her favorite bone.

“You’re not welcome here,” I say.
“It’s time for you to leave.”
She laughs liquid and loud.
Gazing into my eyes
         as she sucks on my beliefs.


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Tis Loves Enduring Promise

Salvation isn't about what you feel, 
but rather what you know and believe what Christ Jesus did for you...

                                Tis loves Enduring Promise!


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q) or Prolix Drama Queen Part One

When You Really Discern… 
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
 Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive… 
Who Demands and Why?...  Proceed… 
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
  and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to Dry-Pyre
 and Humble-Pie, Donated-Data –
 in Your Plea-Bargain-Brain- Por-Nada
Disperse the Diaspora
Prefer Real-Deal and Retain Prerogative-Honor

 To, The Divine and Peerless… 
 Person of God – of Pure-Spirits
…  Whose Personage Positively… 
Remains Due-Homage and Dignity
…The Pinnacle… 
Of  The Direct-Pact - Empirical 
Drawn and Done, 
with His Precious DayStar-Son,
 Who Deigned to Come
by The Father’s Decree… 
 Was Dispatched with Poise-Prudently
as Probe and Provision… 
for Our Poverty and Pleurisy-Drain-Derision

He is The Pivot-Portrayal of Royal… 
and Portal-To-Pace-Immortal
This Diadem-Prince-Progeny… 
of Dazzling Famed-Piety and Propriety!
The Possessor and Presenter 
and The Permission-for-us-to Speak and Palace-Enter
The Premium-Derivative-Son,
 This Potentate Happy One...
 Proof-Explained and Patent-Won
Delving Mysteries; Described Memories; 
Drawing Forth Miracle-Draperies
and In Deference… 
As A Pro-Dative – Proconsul-Presence… 
He Maintains Preference
and Displays:  That, The Dynamic-Will… 
and Determined-Purpose Still,
Definitely,  is Top-Priority…
 One… and The Preeminent-Same… Pardon-Plea
He Is The Presiding – Deciding-Door-Key…
Precisely! -  Praise-Accordingly!

For We Are Wind-Swept, Droves of Dust… 
Dirt and Air-Gusts,  
Now, Plundered-Seeds… Still-Planted… 
Packed to Earth, Properly-Contained and Patted
 if We Continue to Divide… 
Disfigure, Pilfer and Hide 
From SonShine, then in Dirty-Prairie…
 We’ll be Permanent-Lain- and Perjury
If  ‘We Choose’ to Develop… 
Too Low-Down, to Peel-Hope
  or Plow-Perverted… 
The Preview, We’ll Not Regain…(We Deserted!)
Its Our Duty and Delight… 
to Reach Dawn-Heights
and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse


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Dining Dames

Dandy daffodils delight
Dainty Dames dining
Complimenting the crispy crossiants
Making their meal magnificent


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' Worse Than Lonely '

There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
There’s A Hundred Things More, That Hurt
There’s A Million – Murder – Moments
And A Billion More Bubbles Bursts

But, There’s Nothing Here To Tell
And No Soul Here To See
Yet, There’s A Thousand Things More Tragic
Worse Than Being Lonely

There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
A Hundred Hammers Can Hit The Heart
There’s A Million Movies Watched Melancholy
And A Billion Bacalls and Bogarts

There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
 A Hundred Hollers That Can’t Be Hushed
There’s A Million – Messed-Up – Madnesses
And A Billion More Backstabs To Brush

There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
A Hundred Holes of UnHappiness
There’s A Million – Merciless Moments
Like A Billion Bags Of Bitterness

There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
Hundreds Harmed, More Than I Am
A Million – Misery Memories
Buts Like A Billion – Bloody – Battering Rams

Yes,  There’s A Thousand Things
Worse Than Lonely
Under The Setting Sun…
But When A Solitary Soul Misses Love
… Well …    I Can’t Think Of One …


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A Fussion of Fate

I cherish the chains of her 
chocolate cheers, 
her chuckles charmed 
me like a cheap 
champion,
she lurks in love like 
lilly by the lagoon of 
love,
my flawless flower 
flows... so fantastical.

A celebrity so sublime, 
with a celebral...celestial.
She dances  in the 
darkroom of my desire,
with drumbeats of delight in my 
dream at dusk,
Epic and exquisite, 
her elegance is so 
explosive.

Rare, a ravenous 
rose, reigning on throne of 
thrills,
glee and glow 
garnished her like 
golden glacia, 
bloom and beauty billows with 
bliss on 
her body,
O, what a terrific 
treasure, so timely and timeless.

Her inaudible 
voice slowly screams 
out loud,
her sweet smiles 
sound like effusive 
echoes,
glamour gallivants 
all over her gorgeous 
garden,
wildest wishes 
whirls arround 
my wonder-willow,

She is the zenith of 
my zeal, a zestful 
zephire,
cultured with colours of courage 
and 
confidence,
her tender tales are 
tainted with truth and 
tears,
on the hall of humility she 
hovers in a hall of honour.

Days drown into minutes and 
minuites melted into seconds
as we swim in the streams of 
serenity and simplicity;

I whirl in her wild world of 
warmth and wonder, 
in excessive exploration of the  
expanse of excelence.

Imprisoned, just to impress an 
emollient empress
taking my time to twist and trail 
from top to toe,
nurturing a nude nature in a 
nebulous night,
as the yellow moon of a moist 
morn moan mildly.

Under the rain of romance, we 
drolled to dance,
impervious to repellent, 
immersed in love,
in a fussion of fate, an irony of 
flying incognito, 
defiant to... desalinate, till we 
drank the dew at daylight.


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Sweet Suicide

I'm all alone
though everyone's here
I'm trying not to cry
'cause no one will hear
they're not going to listen
to what I have to say
because they don't care
they're all the same way
I have to do something
to end all this pain
that I've kept all inside
I'm going insane
this is all your fault
but soon you'll pay
and know how it feels
to lose me this way
I can't wait to go
and see what they do
when they find the note
then they can blame you.


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Wayward Wanderer

The wayward wanderer, wonders whilst walking; 
when woken the somnambulist savagely screams solipsist soliloquies!
Shaken...
Subsumed...
Shunning salvations sweet succor s
                                                        l
                                                         o
                                                          w
                                                             l 
                                                              y seeping,  softly creeping Being  resumes 
and he Wanders... 
 and he Wanders...


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Time for Tea

Tea time on Tuesday
Consumed in a chic cafe
in crimson colored cups
Tasty tradition for Townspeople


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Infinite Number of Beings in a Lonely World

Have u ever felt so alone?

I mean,ur surrounded by others,but they don't hear u.

They don't feel ur pain.

They don't take ur hand, when u reach out to them.

They don't want to.

They are selfish.

Have u ever felt like u were in another world?

Like u were being ignored?

Like u were invisible?

Like the pain & hurt inside of u is a punishment for what u have done?

But what u've done, u don't know.

Have u ever wondered, what did I do to deserve this?

Ur heart is beating so rapidly.

Ur heart is crying so loudly;but still, no one can hear it.

The people in ur world just seem like the walking dead,

They are there,but it's no interaction.

Or could u be the dead one?

& could it be that u need someone to touch u to make u feel alive again.

Has ur body ever screamed out "Touch Me! Touch Me!" ?

Has ur heart ever cried out "Love Me! Love Me!" ?

Has ur soul ever hummed "Take Me! Take!" ?

Loneliness is an illness.

We die of a lack of companionship & longing for another's touch.

One can not live in a world of one.

One will go insane.

& If u shall feel this way, should u be near the point of insanity?

One will go crazy or die if one holds in waste,that shall be released.

It's more healthy to let out, rather than keep in.

But if u can not find a reliable object to direct, it does ur mind,body,& soul no good.

There's only so many days that go by that u can be content with urself,b4 u erupt.

A healthy mind, needs converstation. Talking to urslelf is pure insanity.

A healthy body needs to be consoled,nurtured,held. There's only so long,u can touch urself,without coming to realization that it's u.

A healthy soul needs to be calmed & at ease.

A healthy mind needs to be stimulated,with thoughts of peacefulness. When alone for so long, ur mind has negative thoughts & feelings.

Everyone seeks companionship,friendship,& a just a shoulder to cry on.

Most ppl have a cold shoulder or turn their back on a friend in need.

I just wanna know,is there anybody lonely out there?

Longing for someone to hold.

Growing out of patience, with no one to reach out to?

A room full of ppl,& u still feel alone?

Everybody needs somebody.

It really does take two.

Out of these many people in this whole wide world,Y do I feel so alone at times?

How can someone feel so alone in this world of infinite beings?

Its a question u've become all too familiar with.

& the answer is. .


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Fullness

A touch of love,
a drop of mercy,
a breath of life,
a measure of hope,
Whipped together in grace.

Unsearchable riches of Christ,
manifold wisdom of God,
confidence by faith,
strengthened  with might,
bound together in His eternal purpose.

O the fulness...
Tis' a recipe man can't fathom!

(C) February 14, 2008
Rosemarie Schrock


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I am what I am

I am what I am
when you see me at school
I am what I am
Geeky or cool
I am what I am
When I talk and joke around
I am what I am 
whether it's crazy or a clown
I am what I am
ugly or pretty
I am what I am
full of joy or calamity
I am what I am
standing as tall as a tree
I am what I  am
and that is........me!


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You and Me

Let's fight for oneness
Let's fight for uniqueness
Let's fight for otherness
Let's fight for togetherness
Let's fight for all 
At the same time
Let's fight for all
All the time.

Let's the I in Me
Let's the You in You
Be at the very heart
Be the very heart
Of the We in Us.

Let's them meet
Let'sthem mate
Let's them be
The very one
They are meant to be.

Let's love
Be the main road
Let's love
Be the only road
To our life's main purpose.

Let's fight for love
Let's die for love
Let's love 
Be the smoothest road
Let's love 
Be the only road
Between You and Me.


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Nightmare

Pungent sounds sullen, sullying,
Feelings stark, severe, stressful,
Aflame, singed, searing, smoldering,
Thoughts surging, seeping, slinking,

Placid…As my eyes awaken…


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Mirror

I see your reflection
you're sitting on the floor
all curled up in the corner
behind the bathroom door
I hear short, soft sobs
while you look into my eyes
in me you see the pain
that caused yourself to cry
you reach for a tissue
and as do I
and while you bring it to your face
I too, bring one to mine.
I don't quite feel the hurt
that you are going through
but I sympathize your pain
and so I cry for you.
I'm the only one you talk to
you think no one else will care
this world is dark and cold,
lonely and unfair.
I'm your one and only friend
and that I'll always be
and I'll never turn my back on you
'till you turn yours on me.


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Ego

Ego energizes
passion’s pause
cleverly creating
dire drama
at boredom’s bequest.


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Illusion

A long languid lake
lingers in my dream
mirroring the madness
of illusion;
rarely realizing reality;
I am awake after all.


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Rejection

That stab of pain
it makes me so cold
I got all worked up
for you just to say no
I feel so tired
and I just want to sleep
but I'm not hurt that bad
I won't cry or weep
I wish you'd say yes
and get to know me
like I want to know you
but I'll just let it be
I guess I can take it
it's been worse you know
but that don't mean it's easy
to just let you go
I'd turn back time
if I knew how you felt
but I know that I can't
I'll play the cards I've been dealt
I'll find someone else
eventually
someone I'll love
who will also love me.


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the end

soo this is how it ends......
i get the best friend....and no goodnight kiss 
soo this is how it ends the one that knows you the best you just leave in the 
dark....no goodbye no i love you no i cant be here you just get up and leave with 
no warning well that is a good present from you i just want you to know 1 thing is 
that i still love you.....i took one big step and i looked aways and then i tought of 
alll the things i wanted to say i am always to late you never got your story straigh i 
am always up late i think i am everything that you hate......


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LOVE AND LIFE .

Love and life ,now lost in time .
Deluded dreams that drive the hope .
When meaningful moments marched in rhyme
For pauper,priest ,Prince and Pope .
Sceptics scan each scrap of news
With time and tide precision tools ,
Where visionaries vent their victory views.
For friend and foe's forgiving fools .


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The Prime Directive Quiz ( P D Q ) or Prolix Drama Queen Part Two

and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse

It Was Due To Prior-Parent’s Vain-Disobey, 
so They Diminished, That-Dare-Day…
The Delectable…
 and Passed Up The Palatable –
 Main… Held-Accountable
Course (so  not  hard !) 
But They Failed to Avoid: 
 The Ditch, The Decline, The Devoid
They Deformed; Distorted… 
and Perished, at Path of Disdain- Deported!
Prithee, Who Wants to See… A Dashed-to-Pieces Pottery?
Not even-Periphery-me!... It’s No Longer Picture-Pretty 
Despite Protocol-Deficiency… ‘til I get a Decent Setting Plate
On Broken Dresden- my Pheasant-Dinner Won’t be Ate

And Now… Disorder of The Day… 
is Devious, and Double-Dismay
…  Disgrace, Depression… 
and A Putrid-Depraved-Puke-Stain-Progression
 Plunged into Disease and Death; 
Some Plummet and Pose-Deranged-Stealth
Percolating Panic… 
and Picking Up Pride-Plagues- Still-Pandemic
from-Cain’s Prozac-Paddock … Pathetic !

Though, All Are Not Dissidents-Decayed… 
Deteriorated …  or Dastardly-Dross-Sprayed
 Applaud- When Prodigal-Lost is Found, 
and Those ‘Punching-Back-At-Pangs-Bane’ Pound!
By Adhering to The Dedicated-Drive, 
of The Deft-Guardian-Defender’s Eyes
Who Points Where Our Polished-Pebbles’ Sling, 
Put-Practice-Ping-Ping-Aim (ing)
Dove(ing) Over to Dangle The Desist… 
or Meet Thy Downfall Pretenders-Risk…

For We Pummel Problems… 
and Dent and Pelt Puzzle-Plight-Chains (Pop ‘em!) 
Definitive Deeds, Decorous… 
Meant to Disable Dynamite Pipes-Porous 
To Prevent Our Pulverized-Maim 
and Proffer:  A Predicament-Slain

Our Pilgrimages In Pursuit of Paragon-Virtue… 
Must Make Distribution or Divesture:
the Property… of Pomposity
Pageantry… Profits and Desperate-Popularity
and don – Parsimony, and  Penury, 
Pariah, Pest-Control and Peculiarity
yet Pleasurably, we have heirloom-Pendants and Pence-a-Few …
and Pearl-Gates and Doubloons and Dew Drops Too
‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …


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Hard to Put a Finger on

I used 2 be so in touch with my feelings, but now I can't touch my feelings. I can't feel my feelings, if that makes sense. It's hard 2 put a finger on how I feel I'm just goin through the motions, with no emotions Is this real? Is it a dream, cuz I can't feel anything I'm blank inside, if u know what I mean Could I be sad? I don't know, cuz I feel no tears down my cheek Am I mad? My feelings are playing hide & seek Could I be hurt deep inside, sittin here while my soul cries I could be heartbroken, waiting til each feeling dies I really don't know how I feel My soul's confused & doesn't know which feeling 2 choose .


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Daily Life

The days go by slowly
as the rain drizzles on me
I stare at my palm
at the drops that fill it sparkle

Thunder crashes loudly
lightning streaks the dark stormy air
fights break out daily
yells and screams become a normal lullaby

So I stare blankly at the water that falls
rivers of tears fill the street
hopefully the plug will be pulled
then the tears will cease.


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Everyday Forecast

Broken buried bond
Regretful recurring rain 
Pouring putridly passionless
Provocative priceless pain

Falling furiously fast
Ominous oath to obey
Torrential teary torment
Conventional course conveyed

Submersed soul stammering
Darkness deadening distantly
Drowning deep disarray
Methodically mocking me 

Laughter lingers lucidly 
Submerged suffering sight
Treading thoughts tenaciously  
For a fruitless fearful fight

© Stacy Lynn Stiles


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StarFight

Shallow sands spill,
Sharp like silver.
Several strong soldiers stand
Sequentially like steel.
Suffer so short like strangers.
So soon , so shallow, so still.
Sorry standards slyly stroke;
Send six, seven sterling swans,
Seamless, storied, swallowed.
Seas sail sanctimoniously
Severed like the war itself.


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Crush

So close
but kept so far away
by boundaries
that will break some day.
The question
still remains in mind
but I'll wait
until you're mine
I'll never know
what's planned in fate
but I count the days,
you're worth the wait.


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Relish Reality

Hey, just relish each moment of love,
the dews decending like a darling dove:
get into the garden with thy glove,
set thy silent soul on a sensual stove.

Pick up pearl, play with passion,
fetch flowers, flow with fashion,
stick the stars in thy silent station,
reach the rainbows, rehearse thy 
reflection. 

Spring in thy spirit, sing sweet songs,
let thy theme and thrust, thrill throngs,
Stir the stage, storm the strong.
Spread the smiles, let loose the lyrics 
long.
(c) Adeleke Adeite


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Girl Girl Girl

Whether we wander wistful
whether we wander wise
we waltz wedding’s waltz; whenever
whatever weather
we’ll wriggle with wishful wives

Wind wispy willow
willy-nilly we’ll whirl 
we’ll widdle we’ll weave; whenever 
whatever weather
we'll waltz with wedding's wench

Well worthy we writers
who with words wrench









Finishing Line Press.  Book FAREWELL TO THE DUST, by C. S. Leaf avalible March 2008
www.FinishingLinePress.com


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Propaganda Machine

A time when money rules
We can only watch
We dream of what we could have been
While just burning the clock

Don’t take life lightly
It’s never too late 
You can have a second chance
Don’t make the mistake 

You have your solid job
That doesn’t what makes you tick
You move through your life
Pretending for the next

But you fake the things 
that really you should mean
It’s cover for this outside world
Just so you don’t have to face them 

You are not forgotten 
You’re not left behind
You have the contents
And you make your move

This life is what you make it
Do you want to leave it alone
Don’t run away from it
That’s a journey we all know 

Take what you have
Throw all else away
There’s hope for all others
No matter what they say

If one could define evil
I think one thing we can agree
Not performing to your potential
Is killing like a mercenary 
 
The world keeps us in front of the tube
Scared of what might happen
How can we view their ads
If we’re always on the move 

The world’s not strong enough
To make these things happen
We don’t have bad luck
It’s the propaganda machine 

Don’t let it keep you down
You don’t have to take it 
This all cause and affect
So be what your meant to be 
 



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Footprints

Leavin' all my footprints behind me, covering them, so that they can't find me. They don't have to know where I've been, just know where I'm going. Leavin' this unsturdy ground, quickly sinking deeper into hell. I'm steppin swiftly away from this sandy jail Leavin' all my footprints behind me Just footprints The shore will soon hide The only memory is the pain inside As the water & dirt colide That too, shall subside Leavin' no trace to remind me. No evidence to see I know where I've been I don't wanna go there again. Footprints in quick sand. I know the tide will come & wash away my pain. Only damage, will remain Under the earth, as the sea will take it in It will purify & cleanse it of sin Footprints on my heart, I have to start over again Traces of a broken heart Tears & scratches where I used to firmly stand All that's left is a soggy waste land I dare anyone 2 go near where I been I dare myself 2 go there again If I should go back one day to glimpse at back then There would be no recollection & no feeling within I'll have to believe that I covered my footprints very well Now if they shall wash up on shore again Only time will tell.


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Unnoticed

                                             I talk to him all the time,
His only words are "Hi,"
His heart is already taken,
My crush for him has not gone by.

The sight I see is broken,
The love I share is lost,
A shattered mirror in my eyes,
Never saying anything is my cost.

If I ever mentioned the word,
A word much more to say,
So hard to reveal or share,
Is fading with each day.

I'm scared I'd mess it up,
That I'd say something wrong,
To let him know how I truly feel,
No one can explain in song.

Never been kissed before, 
Im saving it for "the one,"
There is always a first for everything,
I know it can never be done.

Lust is such a word,
To be used in much of the wrong way,
If I am committed to this,
I shall never do this today.

How tragic my life will be,
For I think I've suffered enough,
I'm sure much worse has happened,
Love, a broken path, so rough.

Touching skin on skin, 
His lips as pure as rain,
My heart left alone, unnoticed,
As another day passes again.


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Alliteration Mystery

Take the time to set back and travel the minds turntable--
Set the stage of your spirit of your soul ever so simply--
Each ember of life that earns you strength is everything--
Seal the seats of friendship with stars from heavens sky--
Relief will be your reliance; reliance can be your role--
To live life loving with much laughter and spiritual light--
I sound like a pound of purity, with prosperous preparations--
Though that is hardly the fact, the terror of life totally thrives--
Drives me to dare divide my dreams and sacrifices decently--
No, I do not know the key to never failing, or sainthood--
My mystery is mesmerizing mere meter or rhyme or prose--
Writing written words to warm or calm mere mortals like me-- 


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Yearning's Disguise

Fear slithers in.
The snake in my belly
uncoils.
Wrestling restlessness
gives way
to unnerving unease.

I watch and wait.
The snake silences its strike
for now.
I begin to pace.
Anguished anxiety anticipates
as yearning’s yellow yarn
wraps me in the afghan of fear
and the future bites me again.


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A Poem of No Purpose Done for the Sake of Writing

Dry skin caused by frozen winter winds
Caused by over washing
Too much caution given to cleanliness
The rough ridges distinctly defined
Will soon go away with care and time
These epidermal deserts
Are greatly in need of an oasis
Some lotion for lubrication
To make the redness in the deserts turn to tan
And now I wonder, why?
Why am I writing about my hands?


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My Spinning Fate

Throwing my life into such a fate,
Shows how far it starts off late,

My life is spinning and it’s spinning fast,
Circling around in a world so vast,

 Around and around the merry-go-round goes,
Until all of what I don’t know flows,

Flowing in circles around and around,
Until one day ill hit the ground,

The ground as cold and harsh while I hit,
Will throw me back into the pit,

The circling pit from which I came


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The Last Journey

The wheels ran on the tracks of rail-
Through the window the air gushed as a strong gale-
Upon the two serpents rushed and dashed the mail-
Carrying many a reflection, which upon it hath set the sail.

Sometimes it went intrepid through mysterious tunnels,
Sometimes it thundererd over wide canals ,
Sometimes the journey resembled repose-
When it over the plains tip-toed.

Inside the mail beside an open door -
Sat a lass on the uncombed floor;
Dressed as she was most slovenly ,
Left was she in such a fate by all and sundry.

Suddenly a voice of her rang through the air,
Towards a person who was a tea vendor,
Give me some tea -she tried to speak aloud -
Offering a coin of twenty five paise again did she shout.

The venndor passrd unheared, 
His phony maners pricked my heart; 
She sat and seemed to muse - 
That she offered money and still was refused.

The motley of passengers,to help her--
All at heart were willing;
But it could be below thier dignity,
Of what were they fearing.

Then a person rose and like a foreman,
He did lend his helping hand;
Some read for her did he buy-
But when he want to her,to this nice guy,
And to this nasty world she haealready bade her last bye.

The mail seemed to run faster,
To carry the pure soul to her home's corner;
But, where will it find her destination?
When with her carrier only she had her home's relation.

Outside in the sea of darkness,many a dazzle blinked -
But for this poor lass the light of life forever did shrink,
Did this mean to a new light was she exposed?
And,did to hersoul the mysterious eternal dark disclose?



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He disappeared

Running rapidly reaching retardation 
He hung himself which hindered his hope
Living life looking lethargically lost 
many morals may matter 
Forever forming fictional Fathoms
She sat singing sad songs
The tears trickled trivially 
Mary marked many men maliciously
Mad maniac mary mourned 
Slowly she slipped silently into sweet somber


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Daddy

for this girl of 6,
so lost and unfree,
her father abandon her,
"where are you daddy?"
scared to the flesh ,
she searches her home,
looks at the id,
no one called on the phone,
as she finally stops,
she gives into herself,
she knows hes gone,
nd left her in hell,
the tears fall down,
as she covers her eyes,
her face gets redder,
as she crys and crys,
"mommy is dead"
"lying on the floor"
"its all your fault daddy"
"i love you no more"
as she quietly shivers,
she remembers the past,
her mom was at home,
he shot her ass,
"whyd you do it daddy"
"whyd you shoot mommy"
"how could you do it",
"when you loved her softly"
so she went on her life
and remembered as she grew up,
"i hate you daddy"
"i hate your guts".


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foreordain inevitablity

Angry ants ate apples
Busy bees buzz beautifully
Dizzy dogs do dances
Elegant elephants eat eggplants
Goofy gorillas gorge grapes
Silly snakes stand still


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Love Heals

Love lead lives leisurely.
Love listens lazily too.
Sensuality surrounds slow.
Passion picks places.
Tenderness takes time.
Healing hearts hurt.
Moments move minds.
Protest plays pain.
Eager endurance erases.
Love lingers lightly.
Healing hurt hearts.


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Memories

Sometimes it`s fun to remember the past...
Sometimes we cry remembering them, but why do we cry?
Is it because it hurts to remember them, or is it because we cannot get them 
back?


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The Smoke

What's that flirts in the distant horizon?
Up from the hottest lands of frozen.
Is the clouds of Grey?
Or is it the darkest of rays?
Is it the canopy that covers hope/
Or is it the breath with which the hearts get chocked?

Oh! Its dull than the dullest of weather -
As if allthe seeds of daekness in it hath gathered -
Its the smoke -
The smoke of destruction,
The smoke of friction,
The smoke of blemishe'd motion.

The smoke - rushing up from the clutter of engines,
The smoke hath engulfed the country regimes,
The smoke in the din and bustle,
The smoke in the parties and dazzles.
Whence peace was settling itself under the sun,
Many, a lot did thump with their guns,
The smoke curved its way out from here and hence - 
It did pale and brush the love's fence.


Whence the path was straight 
A lot we all did fret,
Now whence the smoke hath filled the bower,
We'll have to climb the curvy hazy stairs up to the heaven's lower.


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Jealousy

Crazed commotion commercialized
Addictive actions appraised
Watching wearily waiting
Glances, glimpses gazed 

Cell phone checked consistently
No new numbers needing names
Conniving, covetous and creative
Greedy gigantic game

Where, who and what?
Questions queenly quailed 
Answers acquiring accuracy
For a fearing fortress failed  

Captured confidence compiling
Suspicions a soaring social sight
Distrusting defiant diligence
Readily rehearsing rights 

© Stacy Lynn Stiles
 


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The Heart Of A Family

A family is made from lots of different things,
screaming kids and lots of children's screams.
The number one thing that holds it all together,
is when God is sitting in the center.
Without his presents it's easy to forget,
that life can get tough especially with all the debt.
Next to God we need to find forgiveness,
it helps when we're going through all that stress.
We are all human and tend to make mistakes,
having forgiveness helps to keep us in our place.
After forgiveness should come the peace,
without peace we wouldn't be able to stand this place.
When we keep the peace we'll find,
it's easy to find a quiet piece of mind.
The more we keep the peace we will gain the trust,
that's what keeps us all together without going bust.
After everyone trusts with all there heart,
it's hard for the family to fall apart.
Finally the soul core of the heart is love,
sent to us straight from the Lord above.
Any families love is tender and golden,
just like the innocents of our sleeping children.
So please remember this one thing my friends,
all through life there is something' more important than power and benjamines.
That one and simple thing is the heart of a family.

Dedicated to my wonderful family:
Renee, Emily, Faith and Clairyssa.

-JOSH BELL-


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gretchen smith

you know how people are and how things go in life you need to prepare and be 
stern and happy through out life and just know things that you need to know and 
do something about them.....sometimes god says things to you that go right to 
the core of your heart and you are one again with yourself.


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Our Creation

Loco lonely liaison
Passionless painful prize
Who we were withering
Erroneous empty eyes

All alone aimlessly 
Sitting silent suffering
Soulless stranger sadly
Ruthless regretful ring

Astute audacious affection 
Brings betrayed blasphemy
Pleading posing practicality
Misleading mental me

Destruction deviated distance
Afar against all advice
Cries crafting compassion 
Disarmed disloyal device  

© Stacy Lynn Stiles
  


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COMMUNICATIONS

Call,clarify,crave
CONTACT !
Consult,commune,converse
CREATOR !
Candid,clear,commit
CONFER !
Confide,confess,consider
CO-OPERATE !
Confrere,comrade,commonwealth
COMMUNITY !

COMMUNION ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !


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Lonely from anywhere

What good is love if you don’t have a name
What good would you bring if you were the same
I know we could go but you locked the door
I know what you know, or at least you did before 

You think what I think we are the same
You live in your surroundings and we play the game
And I know what you know when you locked that door
You see where I go and I don’t know you anymore. 
 
Now I am left here to fend on my own
Our world has decided that I can’t go on
What good is society if they can make that choice
They don’t know the good that I bring, and so many like me before 

I thought the sky was falling
The rain was coming down
Were you in the midst 
I was lost from all the sound 

And I knew that heros were welcome
What would I have to do now
I am just an ordinary
One man lost in the crowd  
 
Heros come and they go
Though it’s imaginary what they show
This is how we began 
Heros come and they go
But we must stay and show
That we will live again


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A-Z

 All around
birdies bicker
cats creep
doggies dig
every evening.
 
flowers flirting,
greening grass,
heather hedging
invading insects
juicy junipers.
 
keening kin
life lost,
mournful mending
nurture needed.
 
ominous omens,
praying penitent
quietly quaking
redemption rendered.
 
sweet scents
tease, tickle
unarm ugliness
vivacious violets
 
warmly witness
xeroxed xanthous.
yonder yawn
Zany zinnia!
 
 
 


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A short while ago.

                              


                               A short while ago, we tried to start a life together.
               But something happened. so now were trying to start a life apart.
                            Hoping we will always be in each others hearts.
                            We wont ever forget going through the motions.
                                 Almost destroying each others emotions.
                                         But i guess we did all we could.
                         Now all we can do is wonder in our desperation.
                                             Hoping to find our destination.
                           And if by chance, our destinations should ever meet.
                              Than i am more than sure we would be complete.
                                              




                              


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World Wrestling Champ

            A menacing mountain of a man, well, he used to be,
        bursting biceps, boulder shoulders, just terrifying to see,
           brutally barreling through each frightened, fleeing foe,
        many still fear him so, although that was long, long ago;

   Now his empty eyes cast, 'neath bony brows of his frayed face,
          a ghostly gaze at his veins with I.V. needles in place,
      his shrunken, skeletal frame sinks stolid in the stretcher,
    his skin, the tinge and touch of the back of peeled wallpaper;

                    Here he waits and whiles away the weeks 
                                      till the end arrives,
                behind this nursing home's closed doors hide
                                closing and closed lives!


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So Called Friends

I pour my soul to you.
You tell me it's not true.
I confess my horrible faults.
Yet you say that I'm all talk.
You claim that you have my back.
Yet when I turn your gone just like that.
Oh now you want to be my friend.
When things were going wrong where were you then.


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We Run

I don’t know where I’m going 
I only know where I’ve been
I know what I was taught
I know that we have sinned 

Don’t get caught up in this masquerade
They will take ‘til you can’t give
They will look you straight in the eye
And tell you how to live 

This place that we call honest
Is the place we can’t forget
They teach to live forgiveness
Yet they persecute to the end 

We look down on others
For their restrictive ways
What good is that developing land
Yet we sell our soul to get paid 

We look down on others
Can’t they figure it out
But  we sit here under dictator
Only we can’t throw him out 

We should all run
We should all hide
We can save ourselves from this time 
Why can’t we all run
A place that they can’t find
So our dreams are truly ours tonight


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Questionable Life

How can you see when your eyes are closed?
How can you listen when you can't hear?
How can you talk when your mouth is shut?
How can you love without a heart?
How do you fight without a battle?
How can you learn without a lesson?
How can you touch and don't feel?
How can you succeed without any achievements?
How do you smile without a reason?
And how do you live when there's no life?
We are our own worst enemies at times, so judge not those who have not for 
seen their destiny.


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Soothe The Soul

Somber sonnet, slumbering of soul
So tired of being tired, 
Seems nobody knows…
Soul of slumbering sonata, 
Somber, screams of the heart,
Superficial strokes soon to depart,
So tired of being tired,
Seems nobody knows…
Searching sweet solace,
Stir o’ slumbering sonata
Stimulating serenity of soul…
Surrogate the somber sonnet
Serendipitously, so …‘til, it’s no longer tired, but 
Soothing balm of stamina   
Strengthening survival of the soul… 


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Found My Way

Fragrant fields of flowers 
tease 
my every sense
As my feet
frequent forests 
of each brand new day
Forever finding feelings 
within this once 
hollow man
Free finally to find, 
what now 
I call my way


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Sportsmanship

                                    In tight contests, 
                       their front acts of deceit,
                                        not conceding 
                              the worthiest defeat,
                        rivals flash sour smiles 
                                          of ignominies;
                 even when they crush down 
                                hard on their knees.


         Spite and rage behind 
         their civil masks lurk
         as, quietly,  they 
         defiantly sulk,
         with crass callousness, 
         cold calculation;
         famishing for fame 
         and adulation!


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Black

Black is the sky in big sky country.
Black is the charred boar,
with blackberry jam.
Black is the flavor of choice,
the speaker of colors the one with voice.
Black is the tea and the liqour to apease.
Black is the current 
that washes away the moment.
Black is the priest,
that the congregation elects.
Black is the tide and the ties that bind.


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Remember

 Remember where we are now and take it all in and start to begin to remember where we 
are now. Remember where we were then with late nights and new friends before life even 
begins. So remember moments like this when your whole life freezesn at that first kiss. So 
remember where we are now and remember where we were then because you cant rewind 
life all over again.


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GENERATION GAMES

Tempers trashing,
ideas clashing,
families fuming,
kinship cooling.

Camaraderie collapsing,
communication lapsing,
schisms scission,
harmony ebbs away,


Fuddy-duddy , so unreal
is the petulant cry;
ungrateful child,the sighing reply,
then stances coagulate and congeal.

Familiar familial !


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Dying Embers

I shudder at the thought 
I dare not think it true
the visions I have of you are haunting me
all that's left is to flee
past the woods and through the hills
where life knows no bounds
where wits and a knife are all you need in life

I shudder to think
I dare not look at you
the visitors of yesterday all gave clues
all that's left are the bones
from your carnivorous ways
where you know no bounds
where wits and knife are you need in life

I shudder at the thought
that for a pound you could be bought
if not for the drought
I might have lived
if not for tears I would thrist
where the dying embers know no bounds
where the the dying flames has consumed all that's left


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Take the chance

This how is it happens to people
Look out how we have to live 
We can’t take a part of something
If we’re not going to give 

Thought you had to be good at something
You always have to win 
You never even considered
The game might some to an end 
 
So take it always, Take it always
This is how we feel it for real 
Make it always, Don’t break it always
From here we can see our home 

Look at you and what you know
That’s all you can ever count on 
But that doesn’t diminish your ability
That just portrays how to attain you goal 

Now we have the gifts to prosper
What you do is up to you 
Make the most no matter what your age 
It’s never too late to rule the world 
 
What happens to me
Can happen to you 
We move together
Across the moonlight

Call the others
We're like thoughts in the night
Make the most of it 
No matter who you are 



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Something New

I’ve seen the beauty, 
I’ve seen the devil
I’ve been around the purity, 
I know why Cain killed Abel

There are blockades in our life 
There’s right and wrong 
So we wish we could ignore
But we don’t know which to do 
 
Sometimes everything seems wrong 
There are things you have to choose
We left when we want more
That’s not the right thing to do

When life tears you apart
It makes a life that choice
That's when you think real hard
And come up with what’s yours 
 
Bury me in the sand
Lift my name up high
From wounds of a wanted man
To the cape that allows you to fly

You can’t always take it with you
But you can find a home
You are welcomed everywhere
But some places you can’t go 

Just when you’re at you lowest
Your peak will surely grow
You can’t always pretend 
And I know you know

Even though you can’t find me
You know where we are
This is where I come in
And take us to the stars 
 
And I know what to do 
I know I can’t stay
Stay away from you 

Just when you got down
You think you’re not around
But I know that ain’t true 

Take a look around
We got plans to make
I can’t get away from you 
 
And you will always find something new
You know it’s what we’re meant to do
No matter what we’re going through 
You will always find something new 

And I know where we are And you know where we are
You can’t always pretend 
And I know where we are And you know where we are
Even though you can’t always find me 


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Amusing Decor

Unfaithful useless utter
Demeaning devoured décor
Violent vicious venom
Mockingly medaling more

Creative cautious coalition 
Against all amidst abate
Struggling sanely satisfied
For a ferocious frigid fate 

Dominate destructive deity 
Proud pacifying past
Loathing lustrous lividity
Fictitiously falling fast

Gallantly ghastly grounded
Remaining reluctantly recluse  
Distance desired deadliness
Amusing agonistic abuse  

© Stacy Lynn Stiles
   


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Our Dream

You’re the god send,
You’re often lost in your own thoughts, 
For something bigger.  
Don’t have to be the leader, 
but your often the one that’s sought
more often than not 

you ask the question, what if it were true?
The appropriateness that truly, truly defines you
You long to get out of the darkness
And into the light 
 
God of your dreams
God of your domain
the truth will set you free
Hope is all that remains 

It's not literal movement
Only a state of mind
Subtle of the myth
The gods stood looking at the light
But not from the window 

It’s the brightness of the night
To find that one inside 
It’s a gift that you can’t buy
This is what belongs to me
This is where I fit in
We’re right they’re wrong 
That’s the way it’s got to be 
 
Make the most of the dream
Make the most of the night
Just because there’s darkness
Doesn’t mean there’s no light
It’s the ever changing longing 
From here to where we go


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Scents of Dreams

Dreams dieing distantly
Long lingering light
Falling further faraway
Fabricated fouled fight

Traces teasing telling
Selfish senseless sores
Open oafish obedience
Crackling coastal core

Sacrificial senses stating
An awkward abandonment
Naked notions needing
Sweet succulent selfless scents

Aromas airing anonymously
Teaching to tell the tale  
Dislocated dreams deadening
Fictionalizing failure; a final farewell 

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Bend

To protect myself from all mine enemies
and rid the world of injustice,
I shall bend.
To keep my lock box of sins safe,
from the prying eyes of the curious
I shall bend.
For my lock box of sins,
contain all that i hold dear
I shall bend.
When the morally objectible
congregate against me
I shall bend.
The long nights and short days
beg to be revealed and they shall.
The wolves at the door bay to their master.
All in the matrix that is our community
bend to keep la familia close.
The local and aliens far and near,
shall pray on bended knee for mercy.
To witness this first hand,I shall bend.


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SOUNDS OF LIFE

Babble,gabble
simper,whimper
gurgle coo;
holler,howl
scream,sigh
then cry.

Squeak,shriek
screech,squeal
bang,clang;
gnash,splash
peal and crash.

Shout,spout
roar ,rage
toot,hoot whistle;
whoop,sing
cheer and yell.

Ding,ting,tone
zing and ring
hiss,moan and groan;
whisper
then kiss.


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FIRST FRUITS

Cherished,calmness,constancy
CONVICTIONS !
Concern,congenial,clement
COMPASSION !
Compliant,caring,courteous
CONSIDERATE !
Composed,controlled,cheerful
CONTENTMENT !
Chaste,commendable,composure
COMPLETENESS !
CHRIST ! CHURCH ! CHARITY !


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PASSION

Desire afire,
passions pulsating;
ardour,fervour
fascination,osculating.

Inflamed frenzy,
fervid fierenzy;
impetuous emotion,
devoted devotion.

Sentimental and  sensuous,
animated oscilation;
infatuated,impassioned,
the rapture so personal,
a passion eternal.