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Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


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BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






Details | Free verse | |

in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


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Visit me in a dream

Come and visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

Are you floating on a cloud?

Have you found the brightest star?

 

I know you're with us somewhere,

Even though you can't be seen,

Painting the bluest sky,

Or among the grass so green.

 

As I'm wandering through the park,

Looking up at the trees,

Daydreaming of the joy you brought,

Will you visit me please?

 

Just send me a little sign,

White feathers on the breeze,

To let me know you're happy, free

And put my mind at ease.

 

Or ask a passing stranger,

With twinkling brown eyes,

A cheeky smile, and baldy head,

To nod as he passes by.

 

Or maybe play a special song,

Loud, on my radio,

That could have been written just for you,

About all the love we've known.

 

Come visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

I know you're there, a floating cloud,

And one of the brightest stars.


Details | Free verse | |

The Logical Bird Sings A Logical Song

A single bird rests above
Singing over and over again
The same notes in the same logical order
Again and again
Seconds, minutes, hours pass
The song never changes
Doesn't it know what is around it?
Doesn't it see the world below?
The grass and flowers
The small dogs yelping as they chase a ball
Doesn't it see the two people in love?
The two who want a beautiful melody
A melody that matches they way they feel
Soft lilting music
Notes that match the sound of the breeze
The distant waves
Does the lonely bird care?
Does he see the reds, golds and yellows of the sunset
Muted by grey skies
Chased by true blackness
Do the notes reflect the sadness of a sunset?
Hidden away
Colors lost never to be seen again
Or do they just repeat?
Again and again
Until the grass, the dogs, the lover and the sunset
Fade into the darkness
Into a distant memory
And the bird, still singing the same notes
Never realizing that he is not fully alive
But knowing that his music is still logical.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Mighty Waves

The aching need to be near
The enduring pain no one could bear
Trying to control the mounting fear
As disaster strucked unaware.

Felt so alone, with no one there
Seeing the love ones drifted apart
But they could only see,
As they became the ocean's heart.

Who could express the lost they had?
Who could feel the heart hurting so bad?
Crying over a lost son who is just a little lad
They could do anything but bring him back.

Country shattered and torn
People left homeless
Mighty wave come and gone
Strong but merciless...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Denial

Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.

Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little 
empty house, but when winter comes, 
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.


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Sympathy for the Sun

     Just call it sympathy 
for the sun
      As the moon rises
the sun is displaced
      by a cold orb
The day is over and 
our star has done it's job
Call it sympathy 
for the sun
We're moving under 
a full moon
  Bravely it sends down 
it's bright beams to this 
    planet
But for life to prosper 
   we need more light
Night will pass
    We wait for 
the return 
         of the golden orb
   call it sympathy for the sun
     Find that the battle's won
Just call it sympathy for the sun 


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Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


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That Girl

Everyone thinks they know that girl. At 
least they think they do. 
You know that girl that makes everyone 
laugh, and is a class clown. Who used 
to be a star athlete. And had everything 
going for her.
Yeah that girl that everyone thinks they 
know
She became homeless at the age of 16 
due to a house fire.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
Yet that girl is still laughing away and 
making everyone laugh, but isn't the 
same inside, No, Something inside of 
her changed they way she felt.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She became mentally ill, she was 
diagnosed with major depression and 
bipolar disorder. She was always under 
medication, so you never knew what 
side of her you where going to get.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
No one knew how much she hated 
hearing sirens go off, or how she 
couldn't stand seeing fire trucks. She 
struggled living her life daily.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She lost her closes friends cause she 
shut them out and nearly lost them all.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
From what I hear it's been 3 years 
since the fire and that girl is barely 
getting her sight of her future back.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is talking to her lost friends again, 
but just isn't the same for her, so she 
has to make new ones. Which means 
she has no one.
Yeah that girl everyone thinks they 
know
She is happier now and is looking 
forward to graduating and moving on 
from this chapter of her life and letting 
go.
How do I know so much of her?, well 
"that girl" is me.Yeah that girl that 
everyone thought they knew. 
But im fine now. Sure I have my 
downfalls, but I still get up and smile. 
THAT GIRL IS ME, I AM THAT GIRL.


Details | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


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I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


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Somebody's Baby

Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
 
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.


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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


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The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


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The Moment of Atonement

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
for I have distorted thee:
lying passionately,
I failed to accept you
by chimera deceptional
I wanted to surmount you
believing myself
to be exceptional.

Forgive me My World
my bitterness,
narcissism
and selfishness;
for a fool I was
since the truth 
was consciously unknown to me
thus calamitious the discovery would be.

Please forgive me
all the souls my ambition eradicated,
all the feelings my sharp tongue destroyed,
all the emotions my cold heart repudiated,
for how much all those deeds I enjoyed.

I was then infected;
the infection seemed incurable
as I wanted it to be -
or wasn't I aware how diseased I was?

My Dear World,
I owe you an apology;

Forgive me
my blindness
to the beauty of life;

With myself in centre
I would not look around
for distorted was my perception
by a deceitful projection
of perfect me in faulty universe.



My Dear World,

Thank you
for
instant recovery of my senses,
the wisdom you blessed me with,
the pain myself was redefined through.

Yester year
I reached the deepest depth
slowly losing my pride -
my psyche was nearing death
in plight I could hardly abide -
I understood a mere human I am.

Now I laugh
enjoying my life
every day forsooth
heartily 
and with ruth.



Thank you
My Dear World
Please, forgive me.


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MOM I'm Pregnant

What shall I say to her?

What if she knows?

Can she tell that I carry another soul?

As I wonder what would I tell mom...

All these thoughts paced through my head,

I should have NEVER laid in his bed...

Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...

He got what he wanted, then left, just fled...

I was weak a young victim a surely misled...




 When I confessed to my mother,

That I had slept with my lover,

And in a few months she'd be a grandmother...

Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid...

Days turned into months,

My belly stuck out further in front...




 Finally we spoke today,

She said "When is he due?"

I replied "This May the 8th."

She said "She loves me!"

That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!"


For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...


My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even
Harder for adolescence because they don't
Know as much as they think they
Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are
Apart of life.... You live and you learn...


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The Deer-Slayers

Is he down?
I don' know; you wait 'ere,
While I go see/ Come 'ere.
Gut 'im now?
Not jus' yet; check his pulse.
No, high'r up. Yeah, right there.
Now, Pa, how?
I'll show yeh.
And the thunder of God's wrath 
Echoed through the wood.


Details | ABC | |

Loveless

Loveless

Am not a painter
But the picture is broken
With a maze background
Its shape, loop
In the pent house
This picture stands
The man inside melancholic
Though the setup fervent
Scenarios fatalistic
To the novice fallacious
And spell binds many
Making the modest definition
The zenith of Hades
Color-flies the entire texture
That maroons the spear contrast
Benching a murky frame
Lights on, lights out
The close fastidious
And remains obnoxious


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Oku Sunkun Oku

In the spirit of the loss of a comrade (friend outside PS),
who kicked the bucket on 20th of this month,
coupled with the news about the death of Linda's (Pd) mother,
revealed by SKAT via her blog of 29th of the same month,
I sincerely surrender my pen to mourn the dead.
_______________________________________

WE MOURN OURSELVES

With no knowledge of that day
That God would call your name
Your sojourn with us we cherished
On your departure we did the same

Our heart tore when we lost you
You didn’t go home all alone
For part of us went with you
From the moment God called you home

You left us blissful memories
Your kindness and love remains our guide
There you’re, we can’t see you
But you’re always on our mind

This world you came alone
And this and us you left behind
For the next world we know
Would leave none of us behind

Your chain of friendship was broken
From the day God called you home
The gist, the grins, the cheers… are no more 
Left with you are your deeds in that new home

Your rope of kinship was severed
And things seized to seem the same
But when God takes us one by one
Our rope would tie and we’d all have a name 

________________________________________
   
I mourned with we the living and the dead
I believe we live to die
On the ground that death is inevitable.
 


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UNDERNEATH THIS SMILE

Underneath this smile
see my source of endless joy:
peace, kindness and love.

Nothing I will fear
believing in tomorrow,
to find a rainbow  
stretching over that green hill...
to imagine what's beyond.

Show your sympathy,
share my happiness revealed
underneath this smile.


Details | Haiku | |

Afraid

Rain pours with a blast
The mad symphony deafens
Lend me your hug shield


Details | I do not know? | |

Hope

Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.

Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.

I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..


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FLOODS

Gushing and Rushing with no delay
Similar to a run in an olympic relay
Rising its level with rabid haste
Making human watched likened to a paste

It came from the height of the heavens
Wrathly pouring down to bald mountains
Dashing down having no mercy given
Towards these beings that thinks only of gains

This is just a matter of consequence
For beings such as us that has less prudence
Now we gain what we have sown
And it has rapidly and largely grown

Now we find the blame for the result
Instead of finding the solution of our fault
This great waters that we have caused
Must be helped and prevented until its paused


Details | Free verse | |

The Songs We Sing

People connect, people want to connect, if stranger-you, stranger as you find yourself, as I see you, wish to speak to me, The Poet once asked, then why shouldn’t you?

We loose touch with it, we try to tease it out in poetry and song, and wrong it comes
In the wrong form and shape it shows, we are embarrassed to try to: I am embarrassed to know. 

There are things on YouTube that make us cry. Homelessness on YouTube that make us cry
But why? 

I lived in Brooklyn for twenty-five, twenty five years of me in Brooklyn and I saw them everywhere. 

With no place to go, the phantoms of the train.

Those who tried asked for dollars and cents and some didn’t. And a lot of them smoked crack, many of them brimming high, capsuling, in clouds of mist of drink, most of them had to. 

& there are nights of coldness collected in the steel, and there is blue-coldness that hardens the steel

& to them, we look as blue as it, unable to peel the ring in their voices, silence, not flesh-like like they feel when the blue-coldness touches their skin,

& to them some of these holidays make no sense, for out of misfortune or kin they have not a thing to attend  

In subway carts I see some leaning, bending with the weight of O’-that-feeling
O’ that hit of steel that makes them want to

Religious, black women prayed for them and sang to them I remember. Y algunas, las viejitas, afraid to look their way, said an ave-maria in their heads. 

Some white folks prayed, others gave change and some played in their minds other moments that made this one naught. 

But that was all of us.

We made the train ring with our laughter and pain
	O’-that-feeling is why I can’t quit
	And homeless they are and have been and then haves-beens 
	& we give change and expect none in return

These subway doors open: 
“O’ I hope he gets off” 
			“He’s making me sick”

The songs that we sing
	

People want to connect even when they don’t want to stranger, you
& through train sliding doors, a glimpse of this,  and we try, we try not to loose sight of it 

locked eyes looking and no fear
	human recognizing human & no fear
		pain recognized by pain & no fear
			& no fear, and fear not fear


& they will slide 
And you will move - and you may remember and may not
But humans feel because humans we know because they feel and humans they know



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Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 


Details | Imagism | |

I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






Details | Free verse | |

God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…


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No Escape

Next to the river
Two foxes stalk a rabbit
As snow is falling


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The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 






 


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found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


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Prayer for mercy

when system fails, injustice produced harassment and disappointments.
innocence cursed the cruelty and prayer to God for justice comments.
God hears and develops such nature to punish a guilty person,
God rewards a disease to deliver justice to remove unwanted dents.
Someone's suffering changes human mind and prayer for mercy in seconds.


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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest


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Gulf spill

The gods of oil have reigned downed their wrath,
For which we have not begun to see the aftermath.
For thousands of miles balls of tar will wash upon a virgin beach.
It will be felt around the world, every place that water will reach.
And every land and all men will feel the devastation.
In a disaster that has an unknown rate of acceleration.
Take this warning to heed,
In this epidemic, our children will pay for our greed.
And their children will toil under the sun,
For the things we have and have not done.
It seems foolish to me that we can put a man on the moon.
But can not keep crude out of a Louisiana lagoon.
And we will be mocked for our ignorance by our sons and daughters,
For blindly poising our own waters.
BP’s offshore drilling,
They never worried, they were making a killing.
I want to know where was the plan of  action,
Will we all suffer the burden of their infractions.
So, we all wait while BP try.
And every minute , every hour, more peoples livelihood die.
And were losing ground, hand over fist.
Peoples lives are at stake, because the waters can’t be fished.
You only thought the unemployment rate was high before.
Now what of all the people who made their living on the gulf shore.
What do we tell them about their live retrieval.
Tell them to stand in a line marked,
Unemployed by environmental upheaval 






Sarah Comstock
6-6-10


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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp


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Nature's Sympathy

Nature's sympathy
is expressed by its colors
--for my broken heart


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EYE Don't See -Part 4-

My heart is beating with upbeat delight 
You astound me…in every shape and form 
My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might
You surprise me…when you take my hand
And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm

And He dismisses me from my solitude…
My eyes are glistening with bliss… 
And I’m far from my demise… 
Only to find that there’s no need to feel helpless

Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection?

Just protect me from any harm 
Let me make my own decisions…
To see the results in the long run 

You prize me as if I’m cherished like your carefree child
You don’t understand – I’m TOO foolish and wild
I haven’t even reached to full maturity 
But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free
From the world’s mayhem
Is there a solution to this problem?

And I’m left with no answer…
My eyes are eager to see…another bright day 
And the night is coming to haunt me… 
I find myself slowly disappearing from sight…
When will God give me a purpose to fight? 
When will He feed me His awesome might? 

Just support me…especially during my downfalls
Please answer my calls!

And I’m left to venture off into His path…

Eye can’t escape my terrible nightmares 
Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton
Let me pour forth my tears – 
Do me a favor and cast away my fears
Steer me away from disorder and confusion

Eye can see you’re making great progress
You’re heading towards a brighter, superb future…

My eyes 
No longer witness oblivion 
My eyes
Looks beyond the earthly pain…
bEyOnD the affliction 

I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . 

Push aside the waves…and let me
Grab it this instant!
God feeds me His love…and treats me
Like a newborn infant!

Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes  
I feel rare content
And I feel hardly any resentment

Eye 
cherish 
that 
REMARKABLE 
moment 


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A Web-King

How was he trapped in his own web, 
Which was woven with silken skills, 
Tested and proven since ages, 
With a core from his own cells? 
How could it be an accident; 
During his usual course of hunt
For a flying prey, in whom venom
Instilled and liquefied with enzymes! 
Had it been another manifestation 
Of perseverance to a modern King, 
As done to Robert Bruce the King
To regain the Scottish throne? 
Speculations keep on mounting, 
But, as his hollow SELF does still cling
To the web-hub, no prey dare swing
As they feel him still the Web-King!


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The Rebel

Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.

Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…

Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…


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Her Mother killed For Leather

 A kangaroo was searching her mother
She happened to smell the leather boot of a human
And felt it’s smell is of her mother’s …


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Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 
Future


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Scent Of A Korean Tea

See this not as a flattery
Thou, we both know that 
We met, only, yesterday
But truth is I am missing 
You, every night and day

You and only you
I think of no other, as
I spell out 
These words of mine 
My arts, from the heart

You told me 
To gaze the stars
Whilst I begged you 
To ask the birds
How to fly

I remember that night
It’s something, I’ll not forget
The scent of a Korean tea
Brewed, delicately, with love
To sanctify me

It was already two a. m. when I 
Walked home, from your place
Guided by the sleepy moon 
I found out, we passionately speak
Nature’s own language
 


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Creature

Observing. 
Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

Pondering, 
his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

Aware.
of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

Untamed,
in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

Perched,
on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

Surreal,
His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

Studying, 
his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

Wondering, 
how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

Then 
it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

Wise,
His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

Sympathetic,
I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.


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The Forest

A sanctuary
Attacked by lightening
Smoldering embers


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Wilting

I am nothing more
Than a simple blade of grass -- 
Walked on and wilting.


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Why

Here we go again, you yelling and my head doin spins.
Now both so loud…both tryin to win.
A battle not ment to be, between two who have something so unique;
Now hot biting lips and at times can’t speak.
B_tch is a word I try not to say, I know it burns but what else can I say
You choppin at me like a tree, molding me like clay.
Into who you see in front of you,
Doing stupid things I wouldn’t think to do.
But you know what “f__k this” “I can’t take it no more”
How strong can a man be, when he like nailed to the floor.
And you can take it how you wanna
Cuz that’s where we at right now,
Cuz don’t forget what you throwing
Also hitting like kapow!!!
When all I wanted to do…was just lay down.
So could you please just stop and think of this
You and I in this frantic twist.
All I want is my baby’s kiss.
Brainstorm…and imagine me,
Think of my eyes and what they see.
Something not working that used to be.


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Lorrikeet

A bird lays an egg
She keeps it warm
It starts to crack
And it hatches, during a heavy storm

It was a beautiful Lorrikeet
You could tell mother bird was proud
So out of her own happiness
She joyfully tweeted aloud

Time to fly, little Lorrikeet
Mother Bird encourages him
So he jumps off the tree
And swoops through the sky like a queen bee

On a quiet night 
A van pulls up to the tree
A shadowy figure scales it well
And he was tranquilized, faster than you could to five

Daybreak in a pet shop
He was in a cage, that's all Lorrikeet knew
Surrounded by a rainbow of birds
Name a bird and It was in view

The other birds learnt of Lorrikeet's intelligence
But then they bullied him for it
Lorrikeet grew depressed
There was no bird to make him not want to throw himself in a pit

So Lorrikeet was trapped
Trapped in a cruel world of hate
One day he'll be free
But there is no specified date

But then a little girl walked into the Pet store
But like anyone her age, she was looking at the puppies
Little girl asked Mum for a pup, but she said no
But then the tears roll down her face, What a sad show

Then something is spied in the corner of her eye
The beautiful Lorrikeet looking out of the glass cage
The little girl runs up to the cage and admires the beauty of the birds
Which are staring at the girl like one giant herd

The little girl decided for ages
Deciding which bird. There were cages and cages
But then Lorrikeet tweeted. Oh It was beautiful like a flute
The Little girl said it was a lovely toot

And so Lorrikeet was chosen
Chosen to be taken home by this sweet innocent child
Lorrikeet was happy to leave the cage of sorrow
He'll be playing with bells and eating the finest seed this time tomorrow






I wrote this poem to teach that through the hardship of bullying, victims can go on to
live long fulfilling lives. Which is the only thing that keeps my head high :)


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The dirty street lambs

Some dirty street lambs
Hungry and looking for food
Found papers to eat!


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Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 


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You're Going To Die Laughing

I could just imagine Tom 
dancing in the Lord's Kitchen
wearing his Spandex Boxer Shorts
while his other goofy Friends Hammond and Rosie
pose as Vacuum Salesmen 
at a Dire Straits Gig
making Tidbits and poking Wormholes
with their Listerine Soaked Tissue box
Oh I know Tom has to be laughing in sweet Pain
as these two nut cases aboard an U.F.O.
and stay drifting to another brilliant Convention
on  Insomnia and Nuclear Waste Medicine
Bet they end up thinking that  Lunar Craters
is the head cheese in charge 
As they sit to Wine And Dine for free


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The Sea Blue Eyes I

Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story
The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory
The eyes are all the wonder of the world
It sees the future, past, and present
The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection
The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature
The wonder of each individual being has a present
To the world who has lots of false images
To arise the moment of that one glance
To follow the heart in romance
Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue
What a man and a woman should view
Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes
Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side
When that moment collides with mind and heart
Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart
Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside
With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry
The luster of all the things to come
A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes
The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings
And it should become revealing
Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust
The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person
The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone
Such looks with fear for no relief
Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature
Beware of what can happen when emotions are held
Held to the core of an individual
No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes
Calling in your soul by just looking
With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion
Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear
The grasp of the titans comes to reveal
The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed
You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes
The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop 
It pushes and pushes with no regret
The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind
The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean 
The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire
Cannot be trusted in a human lier
The beauty of man is destruction 
The beauty of women are commands
The eyes of each does not matter in the sea
Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true
Command of a person is just one thing 
The desire to destroy is another
The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all
Even the utmost desire
To be continue.


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Cutting Down Trees

As kids we called it Springsure’s Hill,
A wonderful place to hone our skill,
Playing in scrub till light was gone
Hide and seek with my brother Ron.

We knew the birds; they knew us too,
Bellbird, Thornbill, Black Cockatoo,
Bandicoots strange digging habits,
Along the fence line trapping rabbits.

There is no sunrise on Springsure Hill,
But sunsets do my senses fill,
Every tree has an orange glow, 
Shroud of nightfall follows shadow.

Never ever thought I’d see the day,
When all that scrub was cleared away,
But I’m not to worry it will be fine.
On the hill they’re planting pine. 

They’re cutting down trees to plant more trees,
It don’t make sense until one sees,
How quick does grow this foreign pine,
Every row is a perfect line.

The hill grows lush and a sea of green,
With not a thing growing in between,
Dark and eerie, nothing more,
A blanket of needles on the floor.

Gone are the Goodia, the Correa, 
Heath, Tree Ferns and Grevillea,
Ragwort thrives on the outer fringe, 
Enough to make the farmer cringe.

They’re cutting down trees to plant more trees,
It don’t make sense until one sees,
Chainsaw, Log truck, Crane and Gantry,
Cutting down trees…commercially. 

I note the slope on Springsure’s Hill,
With rows of stumps and waiting till,
Scotch Thistle, Blackberry, sun and rain, 
Have Springsure’s Hill back green again.


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AN UNCERTAIN VICTORY

Why did they fight that war? Why did those young lives experience mortal terror?
Many left their homeland to serve as they sung their National Anthem...
others stayed behind, not caring about their destiny in a unfamiliar land so far?
I saw them waving goodbye to everyone...I wished I had gone with them!

The invisible enemy was hiding on the other side of the wild river,
as the platoon's commander ordered the vigilant soldiers
to target anything or anybody that moved on ground and in the air...
a Cobra helicopter hovered above to spot and hit the targets.


Clouds gathered above to add gloom as the crawling soldiers have their steady grip
on the colt commands ready to fire as the Vietnamese should advance...
a patton tank followed them on rugged terrain ready for valiant defense;
who wouldn't wear a brave look on the battlefield : until his blood would drip?   


Through marshes infested by snakes and rats, they carried the wounded to safety;
and any soldier had to bear pain without emetting a scream...how heartrending!
Behind them, the sanguine batterfied echoed with blasts and unthinkable atrocity...
there were no winners in this war: both sides finally realized the useless fighting!  
 

Wriiten by Andrew Crisci for Miranda Lambert's contest, " WORLD OF WAR: VIETNAM "


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TRAGEDY IS A SPINNING WHEEL

Tragedy is a spinning wheel
which stops at its own will,
and when it does an earthquake, flood or tsunami strikes
poisoning the pristine environment, wiping out endless lives....
such was the fate of unlucky Japan,
the island off the Asian mainland.


When destruction was everywhere and fear was deep,
people miserably wept searching for survivors through the debris and mud...
feeble voices were occasionally heard from underneath;
how helpless, and frustrated and sad they felt not to be able to pull them out!
Fakushima resembled a graveyard with sprawled corpses,
unfolding the horror of a massive catastrophe before their saddened eyes.  


Let's show our heartfelt sympathy
with a kindness which surpasses all credibility,  
remembering that tragedy is a spinning wheel
never telling where it will stop to make a kill...
and as Japan asks for our help, we should gladly offer it
with open hearts and arms and they will thank us for it.


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Soar away

Shy cherry blossom Let the breeze take your dreams way Up to the Heavens.


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Erosion

It is the denial that you try to deny,
Your sky does not cry; its tears do not join yours,
They are not pure or purified,
Chemical toxins and poison fumes wash the air,
Acid descends from the lower heavens,
Overtaking the higher earth and rushing low,
Sweeping into swirls and spirals,
Descending! Descending!
Stripping you down into a shell,
Natural erosion of emotion,
Fires turn the noxious sky grey,
It moans with warnings,
Run away from the toxic greys,
The sky does not cry; its tears tear into yours,
A haze of aerial smokey waterways,
Blending in some undivine battle,
Two way personal conflicting convictions,
Ground degrades and atmosphere fades,
Decay! Decay!
Artificial rot and ruin remain,
Inferno soil and tainted air,
Breathe in heavy your breath now soiled,
What is left of your cloudy day?
You have bled until all was bleak,
Now, and only now do you relent,
Your heart tattered and your clothes rent,
The sky does not cry; its life flows free,
Defeated! Defeated!


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Snow White

Take a bite
Of this shinny red apple called life
And tell me what you taste 

Is it the sick syrup of genocide 
Gone unnoticed 
Or the tangy taste of a thousand births to cover it up
Weighing life is a challenge 
Yours is worth as much as your country 
It seems 

Generations they scream with severed tongues 
We are the same 
Yet holy different 

So who is to blame 
For this indecent exhibition of 
Human 
Behavior 

This apple is rotten and I choke 


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What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return






Details | Haiku | |

A Black Shadow Caught

A black shadow caught
in a string of winter web,
afraid to get down


Details | Verse | |

Twisted

You were born to be a filigreed crown
to soar like the swift      never touch ground
but they gave you labels   suiting their thought
words sharpened like knives    in which you were caught
 
Spoken words in unisons                    cacophony
untouchable     not decent      not fit for family
oh the old wounds                and their residual pain
I just want to           see you soaring again
 
The others hated you         without any word
their actions spoke louder         than expressions heard
unworthy to speak to           or even be seen
to be hidden from others     aspersions as mean
 
How on earth    could you possibly shine
when you felt their ridicule    locked forever in time
I watched you dry up       before my own eyes
in the heat of the ire              the flame of despised 
 
Like an animal branded           wearing its mark
cast out like our Lord         flung from the park
on rocks were you broken         too limp to hold
to crawl and to cower          where reception is cold
 
The unthinking know not        the powers of word
wrestle not with ideas       conceptions they've learned
who never consider     that our mouths are the flame
that torture the sensitive       stab them with pain
 
How long does it take       for a heart to die
too scarred to ask questions           or the wondering why
a planet of suffering    the agony of breath
like those barely living          and too slow is death
 
Where you can hold stars           and dance in the day
to sing of life's joy     partake in its sway
be moved by its chords           like crescendo of song
to be not cast down     like everything's wrong
 
The scar like a keloid      to thick to peel
weather beaten hard         shielded like steel
Walls like a fortress     the place you reside
away from misfortune         the dark place you hide
 
Listen my Love      my words are for you
I know where you shine       I've seen them accrue
If I thoughtless hurt you   please let me know
I'm only a student         molded like dough
 
Break out beloved     create something new
polish your character           bid cruelty adieu
set your sights high      seek always insight
let love be your leader     in words that delight
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

Appear For You

A
Kind
Innocent
Believer
Tap a Sympathy
Onto a bone
Of one nice person
In a higher day.


Details | Free verse | |

COSMIC CLUSTER SEA WATERS LEAVE ME ALONE, I'M LONELY

                        Withdrawing sea waters withdraws from the sands and dunes. 
                        I see I am chasing waters as a kid, back then. 
                        I never missed a chase. Now that I'm older I miss you. 
                        I love you, never will I be able to love you less than I love you.. 
                        I am able to love less about myself! 
                        Now that I feel the sea is with you and away from me. 
                        I love less. 



Details | Romanticism | |

By a running stream

by a running stream of  fables and dreams
firefly beams
its not always what it seem
bewildered bejoyed
caught in a void walk with me to the stream you'll see
everything that lives and breathes
god gave to you and me
he neslted me here with you
down the stream washed away my blue
your eyes gaze lost in the haze
stay
your lips whisper my way
Love I say
thanking god for you each day
If I should be lost somehow
im not long nor far
maybe wishing on a star 
Near a running stream
is where I'll be
overthere above and beyond
pass the lily pond 
hearing an angel song
the sunlights gleam
is a fairys dream
overthere by a running stream,
 near a waterfall , where daffodills grow
palm trees flow
this place yours you know
but never go
come dont hesitate 
if you come don't be late
no, not by the lake
foregoodness sake
forever I wait
you know the place just in case
you came too late god couldnt wait
but when its time, me you'll find
holding the key
a fairytale scene
ontime or late
over here by heavensgate
fate
 



Details | Rhyme | |

Watered Down

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
Will it ever release me out if this confounded chamber of no relief?

With a sour taste of pride,
Your castle has been watered down
Will I ever find myself a thrilling bride?
My smile has been watered down to a frown

Release the tainted spirit
Gliding hoarsely in my bones 
I rudely throw a fit 
What could get rid of chanting gnomes?

Unfold these watered down regrets
Fiddling with my migraines 
Hang on to the fishing pole...let go of the nets 
Plant me in a jungle full of dreams and and treasure me like gold, once hidden in the dark some cave
Bring all your worries with you and put it in the grave
Don't you guys have any brains? 
Am I the only one going insane in the rain?
Shame...

Negativity swarms in muddied roads 
You watered down my sprouting growth
Your eruption croaking as frightening toads
Let your guilt be your oath

Let your suffering be sevenfold 

Roaming from grassland to awful city,
I find you rather rude...
Your aggressiveness leaving me pinned
On this wondrous amount of gratitude 

Let my suffering take its penalty 

What clears the thoughts of grief? 
I ponder upon this question as I sit alone in this confounded chamber, sending no relief

Check out the fields of crops
Once in a while, take a chance to water it down
Unroll your generosity
Thrive to gather your duty together

Take a sip of the wine,
A lingering taste of ripened grapes and aged   
Eloquent and bitter in its effects and removes your senseless grief
Don't return to your old ways, 
Rolling down on the ground as a drunken swine

There is hope that this garden will be fulfilled, edible and nutritious 
Your responsibility is to keep the field tended and watered down 
gently
Craving for its bogus effects, keeping yourself ambitious 
Feeling high above the vineyard, reaching itself as a tree, 
Wailing for its dandy sun to shine down on its hungry figure 

I worry this obsession is ominous
Could you find another way to feel satisfied by bountiful glory?
The chill-boned feeling could be wondrous
Than it attacks as an ill-tempered viper, 
rage-stricken and snappy

Once in a while, take a chance to water it down the crops
Unroll your generosity towards their needs

It only takes a few drops
Of wine to isolate yourself from doubt

Thrive to gather your duty together
So that you'll chase your destiny on its feet, multiplying the beads 
tied with stable string 

Soon enough, your hope for future cash will be dragging its weight 
down to your chimney top


Details | Haiku | |

Flying Frog

From the lily pond
Green frog jumps with eyes on meal
Web legs extending


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Shadow

Walking with me, it moves along,
Contorting with me, to me it belong.
It’s tied to me as a chain,
I know it’s with me, it would never wane.

There lies poise between it and me,
Grasping me, never allows to flee.
Together we go, without any tiff,
Casting my image, it stays stiff.

It survives in bright, perishes when it’s dark,
It does exist on a spark.
Following always, it never goes astray,
Stuck with me, can’t think of betray, it always stay.

Gives me sense to be stronger, as I walk,
I halt on the way, admire it, if it could talk.
God knows, why it is made so conventional,
Unceasingly it swings parallel.

At a certain time, everything departs, saying farewell,
Except for my shadow, the one will always dwell.
It certainly is the symbol of faith and duty,
It is the only companion, who has eternity.

A dark image staying in me,
Forever as one could see.
As long as I will be,
I desire to see, no ‘you’ and ‘me’, but a ‘we’.


Details | Personification | |

The Fallen Leaves

The fallen leaves looking at the heavenly sky 
and at my own doorstep they, in silence, sigh; 
they often criticize my feet as I pass them by.

Day and night, they hang around, relentlessly
and never know that they, actually, bother me 
from entering and leaving my place. My kitty

cat does not like them too, ‘cos they do crackle 
as she tiptoes out, eagerly, to touch the sparkle
of the afternoon sun. Ah, today I have to tackle

the task of teaching them and myself. Luckily,
these delicate hands of yesterday are totally free 
from the arid office, serving my boss with a tea 

that I gathered them and place them in a shelter
of green, letting their last smile not just to loiter,
but for them to use it, for Earth to have a better 

feel. Now, I see them not, yet they promised me
that they’ll be back once they’ve seen the beauty,
curved from their skin, of a blossoming cherry tree.  


Details | I do not know? | |

closer

Just as the sun sets
the moon ries
I'm pleasured with
candle lit surprises
you gave me your hand
to trust
But i don't want to rush
Baby just understand
you are you my man
Let's meet and became friends
After then we can make our own
Lose ends amends
Closer, closer, and closer
Until we are together.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Will we ever understand

The waves of death...

"What a wonderful world we live in",
Are the words that are frequently said. 
But an earthquake in Asia some years ago, 
Left thousands of people dead. 

An earthquake borne from far within,
This planets deep blue sea. 
Islands and countries forever scarred,
By a raging tsunami.

To witness such acts of nature,
Hearing screams and deathly squeals. 
The waters relentless advancing force,
Gripping at peoples heels. 
Trains tossed aside like childrens toys,
While bodies flow on by. 
Thousands trapped beneath the waves,
How could so many die? 

As waters receded, only then did we see,
What destruction was lain in our path. 
Bodies and buildings entombed in mud,
A product of natures wrath.

Bodies strewn across the plains,
Once blessed by Gods' own hand. 
Orphans and widows left in its wake,
Will we ever understand? 

Such a disaster never seen before,
Brought on by a killer tide. 
May we never see its like again,
And may God always be at your side...


Details | Verse | |

Preciosa

Your words are always              pleasant to my soul
and their intent         sweet as honey in its comb
and where you walk               buds and blossoms flower
my desire            to capture its beauty in every hour
 
Your movements are married         to every virtues grace
and we ourselves desire           to clearly reflect its face
you did seek our healing                   of every wounded pain
and all its comforts           is the song of its refrain
 
They are drawn to you                   like a mighty crowd
though you are soft spoken              not among the loud
it is your solace           they seek in all their days
until the time                    they learn the fullness of your ways
 
Like the earth               we are mired in its clay
until we are molded          into learning Love your way
so baked and scorched          like the deserts of the earth
until your reign                 is known and of its worth
 
Soft and tender           like a mother to her babe
barely a whisper                         the voice the spirit made
you drew pictures          in every word we heard
until its knowledge                we have completely learned
 
Like children you gave        everyone your own affection
directed them  to give            the highest values their inspection
fed those who followed       all their bodies , hearts and mind
taught them to seek           until the noble virtues find
 
And as we grew          taught us the things to cherish
that we must never               allow those things to perish
and this is why            I will always turn to you
there is such sweetness             the things you taught to do
 
There can never be enough            lifting of your praise
you have sought to give us                 love with everlasting days
So gently did you treat us             like a newborn child
rocked us with your own songs             and of a love that's undefiled
 
I hear your music           its like an evening serenade
I long to hear it           the songs of life's parade
you are my King       the master of its every song
among your company         where I desire to belong
 
The spirit and the bride say
Come and take life's water free
 
amen Let your kindgom come
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Ballad | |

Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.


Details | Bio | |

I God Myself and I Guide Myself

Jesus versus me makes this world brutal. Its a crucial
worship. I am main master of this ship cell called
Earth. My version of God being first is I am original and ahead of
world and church. Makes me head world leader. I am
always in the lead. People bleed just cause of nobody
accepting me. I want to feel equal its simplicity of
respect see how much iy menas to me by testing me
out. I make the future. I am a creature that is 
always in advance placement. Want to make an altartercation on all altars and 
add kitchens.Leave my blood alone. I am in the auto zone.  Lettuce 
prey upon an apron for cooking. I am a predator. A mentor. The world is under my 
man age mentor. My supervision. The world is under devolpment, with a devils 
judgement. I hate to be alone and in the zone. Jesus cross means to me a grid 
of aim. X marks the exact act. From any angle of longitude and latitude, to the grid 
of forming a face, and tile of a structure. I never retire. Plus you cannot fire me, but 
praying to the wrong creator ignites a demon. Will demonstrate from the 
beginning to end and start again.
T(he aven)ger. You will not see me coming. I know where you are. What you 
wear. Next celebrity to say they are the author, you will wear dirt. You will not see 
my shirt. My bet is the again street. You against me makes you an enemy. You 
cannot flee me. Celebrities are fleas and I want to approach these roaches. 
Hand them a shovel and say can you dig it. My digits are accurate for accuracy. 
Blast for me=blasphemy, is like my PHD.  I never do the time but commit every 
cfrime and condemn them in a cell, I fell. Bucket,  Cry me a river.People in jail or 
in the grave this is worse then slavery. MY calvary is people worried about 
calories, Sorry you were examples that I sample.  My trigger is hot. My shot is just 
read, as I tread my form, I rule the tv screen and the reality scene. I form the print 
with my eyes.Never can slow down, calm down, and come down from this higher 
power. I can make you like sour. My choice of your likes and dislikes is like yikes. 
I can possess the lady with a skirt to flirt, and burp. I am King Author. I am the 
Authority.  The real version. Its real. Revealed here in the light of my Fort 
Lauderdale.My Light of day. I want to collect before I resurrect. Isarel you sin 
surely by the titile of your scared land. I am sacred. Rape me. I will continue the 
menu. Omen. I design trains, plains, planes, transactions, explosives like 
landmines. South Florida is my landmine. Mine own design, baby.


Details | Quatrain | |

EVEN BEFORE WE WERE CREATED

It was there mysteriously hanging, as He 
shaped it in a perfect form as other planets...
the Romans called it Luna, and what a revered goddess was she!
Superstious souls still fear it, I stare at it with reverence!


Even before we were created,
that moon, which illuminated our dark Earth,
was believed to have mystical powers...
causing high tides and frightening all voyagers.


Luna, as magnificent as you are on a clear night,
by morning your glory will completely vanish,
and you will return with the shadows and by that bright
glow, we shouldn't be afraid but make a vivid wish.


Even before we were created,
those moonbeams softly caressed the lonely oceans...
when no human beings were sighted;
and she, the goddess Luna, ruled over eerie darkness. 
  


Details | Ballad | |

Burden In My Hand

I was coming down the mountain,
Run away children.
Everybody has their own opinion.
Holding it back hurt so bad,
Jumping out of my flesh and I said...

Follow me into the desert as thirsty as you are,
There's no station to fill the tank so do not drive your car.
Cause down below the truth is lying beneath the river bed,
So just close your eyes and bow your head.
Pain is suffering the torment of blood He shed,
Fall to your knees and drink the water that flows under her head.
I lost myself below the tree,
Would you cry for me.
I left everything deep within the sand,
Its just a burden in my hand.


Details | I do not know? | |

OUT OF LOVE AND PRIDE

FOR MY SON PAUL,WHO PASSED AWAY.
AND HIS TWIN BROTHER PETER
THE BIRTDAY GIFT
BOUGHT WITH PRIDE FOR TWO BROTHERS
SIDE BY SIDE
IT'S NOW GIVEN,
WITH A HEAVY HEART,
AS ONE TWIN BROTHER
THIS LIFE DID PART,
THIS WORLD WAS BLESSED WITH PETER AND PAUL
A PAIR OF TWINS WITH SMILES FOR ALL
THE STARS ABOVE
THAT SHINE FOR ALL
NOW SHINE BRIGHTER
THEY ARE BLESSED WITH PAUL
YOU ARE LOVED BY ALL
AND MISS BY ALL
WE LOVE THESE TWIN AS 
BROTHERS SIDE BY SIDE
BY THE MOTHER WHO LOSE HER SON
SHE IS IN PAIN


Details | Haiku | |

JUST NATURE [Haiku 2]

Above lightning sky,
Oak split forest deep inside.
Nature dies violent.


Details | Lyric | |

we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission

"oh"

n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 

Hmmm....


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end
repeat2x


Details | Quintain (English) | |

POOR MOCKINGBIRD, STAY

Poor mockingbird, stay...
don't let thunderstorms bring you fear,
breadcrumbs are in the tray;
in my lap you'll be very near,
I can even wear a yellow rain gear.


Poor mockingbird, stay...
those cold snow days will finally wane out; 
lilies will bloom in early May,
and without the presence of doubt,
spring joy will overflow the smallest  heart.


Details | Free verse | |

Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


Details | Free verse | |

Words to start a day

The world has turned 
one more time 
for you to face the sun 

When you step out 
into your day 
blink as you may 
but appreciate the force 
of a universe 
that spins this world 
in such a way 
that its perfect grace 
blows the kiss of wind on your face 

And when this day is done 
your only sorrow 
is to know that tomorrow 
this world will not turn for some


Details | Acrostic | |

The Rain Lily

The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow

Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again

Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me


Details | Free verse | |

God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


Details | Bio | |

Oh Golden Fairy

The day I saw you first.
Gave me an eternal and perpetual thrist;
The beauty that through your eyes flow-
With it even the most modest nature glows.

Your soft lips as if they seem,
Rare to be found like a unique gleam;
Your talks that are soft spoken-
With it even the sleeping mountains waken.

Like a soft rose's jerk, your sighs-
Like truth's triumph over lies;
How many days have passed since -
Whence your view did my body rinse.

Let once again your sight cheer myself with feelings new-
From the bottomless heart of mine Oh! My fairy "I love you".      





Details | Free verse | |

enjoy the Ice cream.. while it lasts

Entrapped with Wires

Hands bound behind my back

Enslaved

The wires go on for miles 
 
Covering every inch of our city

Vibrating with electricity. Humming excitement 

Our happy little friend??

NO

WE

Like a dog on a short leash

Tugged by  its master

Controlled

By the flicker of light from the fillament

Are we now but  0's and 1's?

Turn it off 

Live!!

Ceaselessly the wires continue on their path of domination

They have found me here in my safe refuge

The world's  end  and innocence is due to our undoing

I am their prisoner

I shout for someone to rescue me

BUT 

 The noise of Traffic

Blocks 

The sound of my tears dripping


Honking away those little monsters

Gasoline chompers

 leaving their waste 

Which harms us

Oil from the dead

Is what fed them today

Poisoning the air

Like fish gasping on land

The Result: Dead like the oil

We'll be buried in the ground

Where

The wires are waiting to entangle our caskets

 Like it has every inch of the underground

Infrared signals

Dance across the sky

Our invisible enemies

Blistering 

Cooking flesh for human consumption

Ironic

The cancer eats us from the insides

This is a plea of a young girl seeking refuge

for something pure

Smog 

Devil's breath 

Hot 

The stench is unbearable

OH Gaseous Death

You billow from the smoke stacks

Licking  Away layers of the Ozone

Earth

The universe's ice cream

A treat that used to be sweet

But now after years of abuse 

Turned  out to sour

How long will we last?

Lets hope our ice cream won't melt fast


Details | Elegy | |

Farewell

I cry out to you; I cannot breathe/
You do not hear, and I die slowly/
You do not care, you are concerned with
YOU.
You do not feel, but you will die with me.

I choke on your fumes and swim in your muck/
My throat begs out of thirst and my loins quake
As the sun beats upon my face and back/
But no aid will I receive from you.

Have I not given you all that I could have given;
Have I not allowed you to live and prosper?!
And you repay me with this, of all ways,
Raping, plundering, and ravaging ME?!

If only you could feel the pain that invests my spirit/
But no, you can no longer feel,
You can only inflict more and more pain
Until you yourself pass away.

I have given you all that I have,
And have nothing left to give because
You no longer need me, you have been ensnared
By $$$, and greed.
Now bid farewell to your once-dear MOTHER EARTH.


Details | Rhyme | |

Door

My front door opens to a load of speed,
of chases, deals, last-minute runs to get supplies
the sun sends baking pushing heat
to hasten what occurs

my back door opens to a yard of blooming weeds
a sneaking rabbit with its bunny eyes
nibbles cautiously, but nibbles, eats
what I think of as mine: she knows it’s hers



Details | Free verse | |

Respect Our Good Neighbors

I saw a light on the side of the road
Shining like a star in the dirt
Dusty diamonds in the rough
Cosmic talcum in the night
Fey child
Old little Good Neighbor lost to this time
Will-o-the-wisp in the gravel
She backed into the grass as I walked up
Wings to the wall, one might say
With a fallen whimpering mew
A secretive look fell into my eyes
And I left sugar-water and milk by the road.


Details | Haiku | |

Wild Life Protection

lone ranger waits for
the coming of rain, hoping
to save our species


Details | Free verse | |

Distemper

Fictional for a prompt:- think outside the box in sixteen words.


Frothing at mouth
Distemer shows itself
Taking over body and mind
Mans best friend 
Slowly dies




Please, please, please get your animals/pets vaccinated!


Details | Haiku | |

Pellets Of Tears

Pellets of tears from
the sky, break the spider web
to free the helpless


Details | Romanticism | |

Flooding Chastity

Arm's stretched out to hold you.
Sunlight dripping on your face.
Although a storm's unfolding,
deep within the coming rain.
Only fate can't shelter us from this.
What's hidden,will the cloud's reveal.
Oh,sweet Love,
you are revealing.
And beautiful.


Details | Haiku | |

My Morning

This is my morning,
A delicate spectacle,
I wish its love glowed.


Details | Haiku | |

Patience

Catching robin's charm
For him to be on your arms
Patience is a must


Details | Didactic | |

Forney

The grass is a pale yellow 
The sky groans above it
The children play on the grass
And their feet crunch on the grass
Like snow in the winter-time
And I envy the Scottish, the Irish.

The plow rusts in the soil
The companion of labour and toil
Lies encased in the muck of 
The Blackland Prairie.

The lifeless form steering the John Deere
Probably drunk on cheap bitter beer
Pilots the monster through forest
Driving Pan and the Satyrs away
And this is only another day
Of destruction on the prairie.

And Suburbia is built 
On top of God's earth, and false names,
Deceitful names, are given to the editions:
Woodcreek, Sunny Peak, Deer Leap
Where the creek is dry
The sun refuses to shine
And the deer is extinct.

The wind cuts like a razor 
Through the few trees that remain.
The people drive their cars
While their children sit inside,
Playing their video games, seeing stars
Their brains already dead.

And the rain does not come
Because of man's greed, and
Off the highway to Hell
Lies a young sapling, full of
Promise, waiting to live,
Then stripped from the earth by
The jaws of the yellow monster.


Details | Haiku | |

like wild cicada


like wild cicada
your throbbing lushness reflects
memoirs of twilight 


Details | Bio | |

Our Loved One

The one who helped us
When we were down
Made us smile 
When we had a frown
I wish that you didn't 
Have to go so soon
I was glad when you were around 
I wish you could come back
We all really miss you 
Not a day goes by 
Without thinking about you
That just shows our love 
For you is more than true
That is why god is with you 
It was just your time to go
I can still hear your voice 
Flowing in and out my ear 
As I sit by the window
And that's how I know 
You're still here with me 


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting for you

When day's gone by,
and night's drawn in;
when most are
bound to sleep.
I'll lay a while
remembering you;
safe, in my dreams to keep.
Where none will know,
those sultry times;
our souls will wander free;
'till death will bring us
close again,
and leave just you and me.


Details | I do not know? | |

White Rose

A White Rose grows in a bed of weeds,
Spawning bad intentions and evil deeds
Suffocated and soon invaded,
This rose knows what it needs,

For no one thinks a White Rose,
--So pure and serene,
No one thought it did--but it knows what it needs,

A Red Rose sprouts through the cruel concrete,
Stubbornly walking without having feet,
Ironic it seems, holding to it's dreams,
This rose learned how to breathe,

For no one thinks a Red Rose,
--So simple and ordinary,
No one thought it could--but it learned how to breathe,

A Black Rose bloomed in the dark of the night,
Unsung and labeled as an ugly sight,
Neglected and still, solid it's will,
The rose knows how to fight,

For no one thinks a Black Rose,
--So shadowed and wicked,
No one knew it would--but it still bleeds red.


Details | I do not know? | |

monk

Oblivious to the world
Nothing else exists
Wise ones words
Bliss in ignorance
Energy guidance
Life production
Useless emotion
Reflects danger
Gate ways to god
Doorways inside
Inner balance
Death and beauty
Both alive
Heaven hides
Behind closed minds
The pathway resides
Beyond your eyes
Holy vessel
Contains creation
Sudden sensation
World salvation
Healing hands
Cradle seeds
Broken fists
Hold nothing


Details | Free verse | |

Tiny pebbles

Tiny pebbles are strewn around the
gravel road, like forgotten thoughts uncounted
half-chewed, littered along the wayside, ah! disorder!
The most constant of nature’s laws!
Still, each of them dreams in time of being pressed
into a statue to the gods, to be a Stone of the Highest Order
but each must count himself lucky every time 
a passing child stoops to feel the gray roughness in his hands
to them, to whom anonymity seems guaranteed,
remembrance is enough.


Details | Free verse | |

The Big UnEasy

It was all good a week ago,
Bourbon Street was full of energy,
The air saturated with laughter, Gumbo, Jambalaya and Catfish.
The wind whispering sweet nothings in your ear,
Farewell to the last days of summer.
But in my slumber, hurricane season was here,
The wind no longer whispered, but she cried for help,
And suggested that we do the same.
As God's fury swept across the delta,
With a similar rage that had driven Hitler during the Holocaust,
The same "Big Easy" that was adored and cherished,
Had become as uneasy as an upset stomach.
In complete emotional distraught, I pinched myself,
Hoping to awaken from this Purgatory... and I did.
Only to find the ocean inhabiting the streets of New Orleans,
Filled with corpses, that swam through the water like schools of fish,
The air saturated with death, hunger, despondency and lamentation.
With my faith paralyzed, I turned to look up at the broken sky,
Seeking an answer from God about what had happened.
As if he had sighed before answering,
The same wind that had once whispered those sweet nothings, daintily cried,
Katrina, Katrina... Katrina.


Details | Rhyme | |

Poor old Nessie

Laying in the heather by the lonely loch
Sleeping very soundly though I should be on watch
Watch for what I hear you ask
Listen this was made my task

To sight the monster and report
Of its size can it be caught?
So I sit here in the mist
To see if Nessie does exist

The placid water soon was ruffled
Up comes a head and there’s a noise that muffled
A beautiful creature black and sleek
Why do they treat it like a freak?

I will not tell what I have seen
I will tell them it was just a dream
Then perhaps he will live in peace
The Lochness monster sighs relief


Details | Blank verse | |

A Night

A night, 
When he was sleeping upstairs, 
He heard a noise,
Someone was weeping bitterly.

He switched on the light,
And came out,
Moon was flashing everywhere,
Cool wind was also in motion.

He looked at the sky,
Stars were twinkling,
In the heart of a blue sky,
When there were no clouds.

He watched every where,
He had seen nobody,
Old tree was standing in a shadow,
In the middle of a lawn.

He came back in,
And enters into the kitchen,
Where he drinks water,
And stops for a cup of tea.

He heard again sobbing,
He came to the window 
And looked out very carefully,
He saw old tree was crying.

He came out and went to the tree,
And asked his problem, 
You cut my twigs,
I never complain. He said,

But today, I don’t know
What was in your mind?
You cut my soft leaves,
That’s why I am weeping.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Note to a Sister

To you, my lovely Hermie

You can be the star 
That shines bright at night;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the bird’s song 
That fills the air of early morn; 
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the Angel’s trumpet 
That welcomes the first cockcrow;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the alabaster rose 
That blooms in the Master’s garden;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the mountain 
That chants lullabies in soft falsetto;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be anything…
And, you can have everything;
If, you wanted to be.

If, and only if… 
You ask all of these, 
Only, in the name of our God.

One thing thou, sure, I know…
You’re one of the backbones 
Of His sacred choir.

Come, O come, let us sing 
The hymns of praises, in one voice
For the Lord’s rejoicing.

Remember thou, O lovely Hermie
If, you choose to be the alabaster rose, 
Be the flower, not the prickly thorn.
 
‘Tis my wish for you, O my sister
Greet me, O greet me, with a holy kiss
For I am your brother, in Christ.



Details | Quatrain | |

Destiny of Flower

What's the luck of flower?
A poor little thing,
Drooping down in fall,
Getting picked in spring.


Details | Lyric | |

I Must Live

There are times I feel I can’t go on
Times I feel I’m beyond time
Despite my frustration I have
And despite how the world is to me
I must live
I wonder just how much my past
Has over me
How my upbringing affects me today
My restraints
Setbacks 
My short comings
Nonetheless, I must live

When things seems as if they’re never ok
When no matter how hard you try to push it your way
I need to see what life holds for me
I must live to see
I must live to see
To parent my offspring
I must live
To see what the future brings
I must live
Even though the coin tossed the other way
I must live
I must live
I must live

Do we give 2nd thought to why we are here?
Or do we give in to our fears?
So many things I realize I don’t know
Reason enough to live or let go?
I don’t have the world to give
But, I must… live

Part of me lives in all I do
It would be selfish to not share the fruits
The liberties giving from blood shed
My ancestor years ago bled 
I must live for the years to come
I must live, I must live, I must live


Details | Romanticism | |

Why I Adore the Rose


Day reveals 
the personified beauty
of the rose, while 
night hones 
the edges of its thorn

I kept the luster 
blooms, so tender, to my skin
and the blades I bathed 
them in the sunshine
of my young heart

I prowled, constantly, at her 
articulate smile, translated by 
the flickering flames of 
her mystic fire, the true reason
why I adore, so much, the rose

 



Details | ABC | |

SHOCK THE GARDEN

Symbols are true, because they are there.
Your solemn ache
proud of failure
traces a circle.
Dark and eternal, in all its purity
punishment becomes an award for life.

It is not difficult to know
whether a god exists.
You commit suicide to become a god.

Inoculating falsehood
dying daily unto death was not my pitch.

Your mind breaks the moon in dark,
into hundred bright crumbs.
Each bit becomes a metaphor
To shock the garden.


SATISH VERMA


Details | ABC | |

STAIRS

In the shell lies the eye of a dark sea
I call for a boat in delirium.
Waves drown the hunger of a climax.
I do not know where all the gulls have gone?

Time slips like flesh between the knuckles
and an extra pain of your separation.
I am shipwrecked on the slopes of whispers
and don’t want to have a second death.

Looking back at the years
as a sentence in exile,
I never reached the home.
Ultimately you need the hunchback to
climb the stairs.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Daughter's Plead

Teach me---
 
How 
To 
Till 
My 
Thought

Near the placid stream
That I may bloom, like an alabaster rose


Details | Free verse | |

Gone, But Not Forgotten



Quill flutters 
away 
from a table too old.

The soulful 
chimes 
of passing winds.

The nature bard’s 
wishes 
absorbs by the mystic sea. 


Details | Blank verse | |

Nobody Minds

If you are intelligent who cares,
If you are honest who cares,
If you are hard worker who cares,
If you are landlord everyone cares.

If you have kind heart who cares,
If you have loving care who cares,
If you are a man of word who cares,
If you have wealth everyone cares.

If you are dull nobody minds,
If you are foolish nobody minds,
If you are criminal nobody minds,
If you donate them everyone cares.

If you are a smuggler nobody cares,
If you are a robber nobody cares,
If you are a drug dealer nobody cares,
If you play in money everyone cares.

If you have expensive car everyone cares,
If you have a big house everyone cares,
If you have a big job everyone cares,
If you are poor nobody cares.

People have respect only for money,
Who cares you deal with poison or honey,
If you rape someone paid money no crime,
Your deeds are criminal if you have no penny.


Details | Couplet | |

An Ode to the White Dove

Never shall I spot a more precious dove
It’s pure feathers express innocent love.

Wings of unspoken exquisiteness flutter with speed
This divine creature will one day fall to human greed.


Details | ABC | |

CRY MUTELY

I must not go beyond sunset
to discover the consciousness of night,
Standing alone on a cliff
I was ready to jump for salvation
atoning for guilt of survival

My regret was time
and timeless suffering,
Where was the maturity of age ?
Mind must go for the beloved ones
for a virginal touch of flawless blaze.

They should have come to join the prayer
not for me, but for the dying sun,
and white valley of fears.
Half my tongue sings for the shade
and half I  cry mutely.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Senryu | |

Gaff


                                                pity, I can't laugh

                                         funny neck of that giraffe

                                            bent down for a quaff


Details | ABC | |

DUST

Creeping in waking night
was fear of fear
and you wanted to accept the defeat
retreat,
It gives you  solitude of
blank space, featureless.

The terrorist mask of blazing guns
bribing the absent gods,
for whom you are aiming?

The holy man on road
fakes,
crushing the grass
lilies getting flattened under the giant wheels.

Moving an bloody toes
festering heels
carrying the sacred earth under the nails
all night.
peeling the time, throwing the skn
and waiting
for the dust to settle.


SATISH VERM


Details | Verse | |

Five Marks

You can answer 
If question is wrong,
If answer is right,
You can sing a song.

No need to think,
You need to do it quick,
You shall lose five marks,
If your brain is thick.

If you did it right,
You need a further fight,
If you did it wrong,
You need a back flight.

One plus one, why makes two,
One minus one it makes null too,
One multiplies one is also one,
One divides one also one is through


Details | Free verse | |

An old bird in a nest

An old bird in a nest 

 

It was too aged and sick

lying in a dead end of the nest

None cared for its prey and its needs

It was deserted by its own blood

They are in the hands of youth 

who cared only to feed their own youngs

 

They feel that the old is of no use

its death would cause no great loss

Such selfish thought deserted the old friend

once so dear now a mere burden 

It decided

to put an end to its miseries

and committed suicide,

some feathers stood witness in the nest;

Not only few feathers and a lesson too:

the old age and death would come to all,

to me and to you.



Details | ABC | |

SUICIDES

In despair,
beyond-pain, I will watch my dreams
in rimless eyes of wet faces.

The lake had been sending back
the white and black shrouds
everyday.

They were jumping one by one
old and young,
from the twisted planks
holding geraniums.

A warm prayer on the lips,
what was left worth enduring ?
The innocence, the guilt, the shame ?

Clinging to bloody lumps of happiness
who is going to have a last laugh ?
Time is breathing gloom,
body is attached to a pole.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

The Survivors (Sedoka)

High in the Andes
Surviving the fiery crash
Overcoming winter’s storm
Telling their stories
Spirit of preservation
The inner soul of mankind


Comments:  The Sedoka is an unrhymed poem made up of two three-line 
poems called a katauta with the following syllable counts: 5/7/7, 5/7/7.  A Sedoka, 
pair of katauta as a single poem, may address the same subject from differing 
perspectives.  The katauta is an unrhymed three-line poem with the following 
syllable counts: 5/7/7.  This Sedoka addresses the intestinal fortitude of the 
rugby team surviving the plane crash in the Andes in 1972.



Details | I do not know? | |

Untitled

Past this tree giving life,
Lies the epic war fought in strife,
Bitter lovers now estranged,
Grapple and wrestle, each in vain,

But for the fools who come afar,
Seeking light in the hue of dark,
Eternity awaits, but only for those,
Whose dreams are grasped, ever so bold,

But their wishes lie in wait,
Forever steeped in the futility of fate,
Their dreams misspent,
Their yearnings untrue,
Blinded by the condition humanity construes,

For we who seek divine eternity,
We must be looked upon with the utmost pity,
Essence is nothing in this endless toil,
Two lovers estranged, grapple in mortal coil.


Details | ABC | |

GO AWAY

Unlived death, that was me
waking in exile from the bones.
He said I remember your verse
a split open bloom!

Given away your gems to sea
ready to become ash, green blood, 
you have killed a white cloud
now go for a floral burial.

He said I remained unpacked
like an open wound.
How far space will hang on the shoulders,
how far the sky will remain blue?

Snow will not melt I presume
I will burn my shirt with stain.
Life will not stop but conceive
the proud burning pain.

I stand today without complaints
grieve for my silence, ignorance.
There was a home I could not save
miles from water like bright dome.


SATISH VERMA


Details | ABC | |

DEAD FAITH

Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me,
because you were necessary
for my existence.
When I prepare finally my death wish
you can smile.

Your eyes are looking through my head,
I know,
you were hurt from my moon face.
I will wash your feet with my tears now.

Exhausted, nameless in a crowd
I was counting my see-through triumphs
all piled up as burned out bones.

To live without meaning is very painful.
Everything is abused for self gratification.
Over a black sky, against the mountains
the old silence becomes teeth of a dead faith.


SATISH VERMA


Details | Free verse | |

Wow, So Great


Wow, so great 
To watch the orb
And feel the flame 
Come to sleep 
On your lovely lips

Wow, so great
To sit on benches 
In July morn 
When the sky greets 
The trees, the flowers and tares
 
And touch
Your soul— 
As it begins to sparkle
On a sea, filled 
With diamonds

And wow, so great
To lay, onto the sand dunes 
And wait for 
The night to burst in orange, with you 
Whose life never been so great
 


Details | Name | |

Personal Goal

Few people has strong objections,
They advised me, don’t forget, 
Your tongue is also your mother,
It is a duty of us to serve for it.

I wrote twenty five years,
For one language, one nation,
And one race, they never accepted me,
I had long suffering without appreciation.

I have no limit but my patience,
Has a limit that develops courage,
How long a person can walk alone? 
A burning belly needs something to burn.

Nobody works free, wages or salary is need,
A person who wants to live, a chain of supply,
Is only a satisfaction for living? Personal goal,
It isn’t a matter in which way do you serve.


Details | Personification | |

THE LORD'S PRAYER

The Almighty Tree of  ancient origin,
You are rooted in the shrine of Deity
And today in your  shrine are these sheep I offer thee
And as for the goats, 
They are outside there.
Just beside you is the broody Hen
And over there, a  dozen eggs.

Puff a little smoke Oh my Lord,
And  let the foe feels the coca.

When my Skull begins to roll,
And the crow upon my soul,
Then the Saints go marching in.

But when the Owl surrounds the throne,
And the Claws begin to roar,
To thee I bow Oh helpless Sky,
And to thee I bow my  helpless Sky.

Remember me Oh remember me
When the  Birds begin to ring,
And the beads surround thy waist
Like a Giant but faceless Ant.

Plenty Cola-nuts I promise thee
And thy favorite till thy Kingdom come.

Freedom and  Justice Oh my dear Lord,
And if possible, Eternal Life.


Details | Lyric | |

Get a Place

My dad is little angry but mum is alright.
If they feel different don’t get so tight.
They love me very much that’s why,
They always measure what is my height?

Dad heart is pure consult me always free,
I respect for experience he has knowledge light.
Mum cares for my taste and for a fashion,
Her choice is wonderful and very bright.

They shared my pain and offered happiness,
Sometimes I have argument but they were right.
If partner is in a young age enjoyment is lot,
Money and degree can’t get a place might.

If children are in early age they grown up soon,
Grand will be ever happy in olden age fight.
A right time is a right time and bad time is bad,
Care for your time if you want to enjoy life kite.


Details | Free verse | |

Nature's Compassion

Lying down,
Surrounded by my unaware autonomy… 
I wept amid the lonesomeness of nature,
Among emerald trees that imprisoned me;
I was searching for loneliness,
For I found no reality in the untruthful 
 Compassion of people… 

I crossed the line between 
Independence and carelessness,
And found myself amid rage
And remorse,

Hurling the world out
With the unconsciousness of
My fury, as words of anger
Discharged themselves with my grievance…
Acrimonious taste, as the bitterness of
The world submerged my saliva,

I screamed loudly, trying to release my pain…


 My thunderous screams roared
Through this heaven-like environment, as
They slowly faded into silence, I 
Screamed and screamed unbelievingly, for
I heard no reply of anger… I just felt…

Sympathy… I…   sympathy…

-------------------------------------------------------------------
Express
Your anger thru trustful eyes;
 Release this vehemence into the
Cobalt oceans, and into the sapphire skies,
 Let the waves defeat these clamors 
And vocal cries, and let the clouds grasp
Your soul back into reality, and away
From despise…
















Details | Rhyme | |

Life in Maine

I'm on my way to Maine,
I'm anxiously waiting to arrive,
I will see ducks and grandma,
She always has a surprise.
The sky is a light dusty gray,
And it is always calm,
In the morning we feed the ducks,
On our way to town.
The best part of Maine is being with your friends,
In Maine I always have n awesome time,
And the fun never ends.
In Maine the weather is always cold,
And never hot and dry,
Maine is always the best place to be,
And these are the reasons why.


Details | Verse | |

After a While

When a person is abnormal,
And his decision after a while,
Compels him to ask for excuse.
He can’t claim he has a right decision,

A decision reminds a person always,
Humiliation, degration and repents,
It seems himself he is flowing,
In a guilt trap without any notice.

Conscious never spares a person,
When a person is physically powerful,
He lives to pressurise his memories,
When body falls weaken, memory gets sharp.

In the olden days when a fault,
Becomes a memory, most of people,
Become physically disable,
And lay down unconscious over months.

Until their memory is active,
They never die, they suffer,
For their wrongs in olden days,
A mind never deletes a person’s wrong.


Details | Verse | |

Modern Generation

We run a commission based agency,
We shall train you professionalism,
What is your choice, what do you want to be?
Whatever you shall earn we charge percentage.
After training job will be guaranteed.

He was unemployed and seeking a job,
He went to the counter and stop there, 
A young lady asked, what is your query? 
I want to be a professional robber,
What is your commission rate?

She called next and asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional killer,
If court sentenced me,
How do you charge your rate?

She called next and asked to a young lady,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional prostitute,
Do you find the customer for me or I shall do?
What is your percentage and how do you charge?

She called next and again asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional drug dealer,
Do you supply me or I shall find out myself?
How do you help me to handle the market?

She called next and again asked to a young lad,
What is your query? 
I want to be a professional rape master,
How do you handle the situation?
What is your policy for me and the victimised?

She called them inside and ordered, lock them up, 
Today’s generation is seeking free access,
Money is only their easy target, 
Eat, drink and sleep is their only choice,
There is no better place than a prison.

We need to justify, what do they want?
What is wrong in their attitude?
Why are they so frustrated?
What is wrong in the present system?
Why do they hate to share, is someone hear them?



Details | Verse | |

A living Treatment

A person is short 
Or a person is tall,
It counts,
How they treat,
When they bad fall.

A person is slim,
Or a person is fat,
It counts,
How they behave,
When they chat.

A person is old,
Or a person is young,
It counts,
How they entertain,
When they sing.

A person is black,
Or a person is white,
It counts,
When they understand,
They cooperate or bite.

A person is physical disable,
Or a person is healthy,
It counts,
How they manage to deal,
It doesn’t count,
They are poor or wealthy.


Details | Free verse | |

DEEP SILENCE

Deep silence
interrupted by a brutal storm...
wind lashing,
buckets of rain pouring;
lamp-posts were lit at four,
as dakness advanced with haste!

The brick-paved square,
where the artists gathered
to display their talents
is empty and desperately laments;
the struggling musicians
don't play the flute and the violin...
seeking attention and sympathy,
but the desolation adds to their imagery! 
How sad is for the painters
to put their brushes away in wooden cases...
when the inspiration was at its peak;
pitifully watch the pigeons,
drenched and shaking, with nothing to eat... 
kindly offer them what they seek!


Deep silence
descended on the gloomy town,
once enbued by passion
and thrilled emotion...
now no longer present;
the perfumed peach trees in bloom
have been stripped of their soft petals...
to embellish the deserted,glittering streets!
Listen...an harmonica is playing at close distance,
to up-lift the low spirits subdued by doom!