I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.
Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,
I share no love with anyone.
The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.
While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.
Copyright © Mike Ruff
There she stands
Centre stage for all to see
Tall and slender
Precariously she balances.
I reach out for her
Draw her to me
My hand skims her body
Slowly reaching her skirt.
Playful fingers find hidden areas
Delighted her legs spring forth
Displaying the very beauty
Of her delicately adorned skirt.
Gaily she dances around
Dizzily twisting and turning
In the brightness of day shading
She gently tends to my needs.
Personal ballerina takes to toes leaping
Merrily bobbing up and down
As emotional to her performance
Clouds cry a thousand tears for her.
Reaching our destination
Slightly shaken, she leans
Watches me quietly drips
Against the wall.
Reminiscent of the day's fulfillment
We acknowledge one another silently
Restful knowing we shall be
One once more.
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty
Inside the Dishwasher everyone rushed!
Clinks, clanks, rattles, 'Ouches' and ' Ohs'!
"Would you pa--lease, settle down!" said Deb--They hushed.
"Now we can hear...let's just see how this goes."
Curious, Peter, looked out through a chinc,
And watched Vie and Chris-- approaching by twos.
They opened the door--and who do you think--
Standing there wearing her fine Jimmy Choos,
Ms Lost Sonnet!--spoke not a word--but winked.
Wilma Wine-Corkscrew, dressed in purple hues
Gave the 'all clear', and Peter spread the news.
"We're having a party Ms Sonnet, please,
Won't you join us? It's a magic party
For Peter", said Ruben Rotisserie.
Bob Blender poured her a drink--quite hardy.
Connie Candellabra was flaming bright
As Ms Sonnet swept past to the soft couch.
Carolyn Cookie Jar screamed with such fright,
"Quick! She's on fire!" Then Lost cried, "Ouch!"
"I'll save her", said Catie Collander. "Here!"
But the water leaked through her like a sieve.
Susan Spatula yelled, "Have no fear, dear!"
Yet, the fire held on and would not give--
Others tried, but could not stop the fire.
Then Peter said, "I wuw twy! I can do it!
With 'Awwy, I can fwy! Way up highya!
Togethwa, we can save Ms Wost Sonnet!
Awwy is my fwend. He tawks funny, too!
He's aw the way fwom Engwand and he is
My Supwa Cape! So I can fwy! It's twue!
No H's wive theaw--his name is wike this:
'Awwy--not Hawwy." So now, they all knew.
"Did I 'ear some bloke colling my name?"
"Yes! 'Awwy, me! We've Ms Sonnet to save!"
Harry Handtowel--AKA, Super Cape--fame
Was now on the neck of Peter the Brave!
With no hesitation quickly they flew,
Smothered the fire and saved just one shoe.
Brittle and weak, Lost needed more than glue...
"She needs magic! Oh! Paweeze! What can we do?"
"Peter...we only made enough for you".
Said Carol Crock-pot. They all cried, "Boo Hoo..."
"Then give huw my magic! That's what you do!"
So quickly they sprinkled the magic brew.
Ms Sonnet was greatful--then said, "Adieu".
"Peter, you've done well," said Anne Assam Tea,
"Let's all have a cup'a tea and you'll see...
"'Magic's believing in yourself, --frankly,
Do that--and you can do--anything!"
*Special appearance by "Lost Sonnet", courtesey of David Williams...with much gratitude, thank you all for appearing ;)...Peter has many adventures to come...big hugs, love you all, cap'n deb
Copyright © Deborah Burch
I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery
I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end
I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care
Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust
From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery
I changed the word these words are true
Black Sunday brought darkness on you
I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937
Copyright © Michael Jordan
I am the ghost of heartaches past
I'm love's dark contrast
That empty seat
Beside you when you eat
The tear stains on your pillow case
I'm that new wrinkle on your face.
I am the gremlin of "What if?"
If you catch my drift
Who's biggest theme
Is to haunt all your dreams
I'm that loud echo in your life
That constant nagging extra strife.
I am that cold spot in your bed
I'm words left unsaid
I'm anger won
I'm promises undone
I'm that thing left to chance
I'm Lady Loneliness.....
Would you care to dance?
Timothy I. Brumley
Copyright © Timothy Brumley
The night approaches me again and you're not here still with me
And here under my breath I call your name and I watch your loving face
And there among the dark shadows you'll come back again the same
I hear your haunting tune and I know that you'll be waitin' this time for me.
Release me from all this pain I'm sufferin "Come to me"and just take my hand
Hold me in your arms so tight and please never ever let me again go
Together we'll dream of that other time and fly away to that magical time band
There is no other place like this in heaven or earth where our love can only but glow.
Join me here tonight,hear my voice into the night and just be mine for all time
Come to me right now and give me all your love before the night is carried away
Let me kiss your lips,caress and love you all night til we both see a brand-new day
Disperse all the dark shadows in which I exist,come to me and be mine for all times.
Dorian Petersen Potter
July 18, 2010
This poem amongt many others that I'd written in my life,had been inspired by
my very favorite and most beloved vampire character of all time,
"Barnabas Collins" from the most popular daytime soap opera series ever
produced on T.V. in my opinion, "Dark Shadows." This whole DVD collection is most
And Jonathan Frid is so awesome!
Copyright © Dorian Petersen Potter
Darkness lays awake,
waiting upon her breaker.
The one that lies upon her and whispers to go,
leave behind nothing that you covered with your soul...
Yet she knows she does not need to hear these words
to initiate her departures; she could velvet herself
and ghost over the world so simply.
like a cloth dip in red wine; enveloping the color,
but not savoring the need of intoxication.
wanting to feel his warmth,
wanting to feel his glow over her body,
that truly in a way, makes her disappear,
for the world forgets her till she comes again.
torturing herself, for every ray of light cuts her skin,
but she is not masochistic.
Why does she stay?
Why does she endure?
He's coming, slowly over her...
Rises in such an ill manner, That you would think
he would give up an descend once more.
once more so he could ponder and wish;
all more to the dreamer that stays asleep in his wake.
How he wants to be one of these creatures that get to roam
inside her skirt, laugh between her legs, and rest upon her bosom.
so much of it heat rises, why he still feels the need to cry...
He feels her fleeting,
never ever seeing her, her known only by his touch.
His eyes stay close needing, pleading, seething,
just to see
just to see her
He stands fully now and the world is smiling,
but he is not.
Copyright © Jessica Arteaga
It crept up on me by surprise.
You were like a gift from God.
So sweet and tender you were the perfect
You'd kiss me so softly touch me so gentle.
Every moment was like heaven.
I'd close my eyes only to think of you.
And open them only to realize it was a dream.
A dream is what you were.
A pigment of my imagination.
Every touch, Every kiss was just a halusination.
Everything I thought you were or could be left me hurt and
The man I've been waiting so long for.
The one that would love me like no other.
Not afraid to show any emotions.
I believe how deeply you loved and cared for me.
Only to find out you never existed.
Copyright © Dominick Perry
Do you wish to taste
the succulent flower
as she grows, anxious, in the garden?
Morning’s blush arouses
her soft pink petals
and they become warm and moist with dew
A sweet musky scent fills the air
It calls to you
and you cannot resist
Her sultry aroma
holds the promise
of unabashed ecstasy
open and eager
She is ready to be exposed
You brush against her petals
and she quivers
You caress her
for she is inviting
Velvet smooth perfection
She is yours to possess
You reach for her
and take her
You hold her close against you
And for a brief moment
she is all you know
She is a prize,
to be put in her place
You display her
so others will know your worth
Sadly, she sits alone
in her vase,
withered and undesired
Copyright © lisa verdon
The Sun will bring the light
It makes your day so bright
"I'll be here, I'll be here" said he
The light would bring eternity.
The moon shines with the star
That makes your wish went far
"I'll be here, I'll be here" said she
My moon light would bring eternity
The sun and the moon met one time
They never met each for a long time
"How are you? How are you?"asked they
Then both days and nights are gay.
One day the moon went away
And the sun was left and turns to gray
"Where are you? where are you?"asked he
But no response was heard for glee.
Copyright © Angelo Faunillo
How it must hurt you so on days like this,
Walking around with a frown clutching your fist.
Hearing the words that are meant to anger you,
Confused you cry because there is nothing you can do.
Your mind is playing tricks on you driving you to say,
I hate you all and the games you play please just go away.
Trusting nobody you are not sure which way you sould go,
It's not real and all in your head is what you do not know.
Waiting to see just what tomorrow will possibly bring,
All will be perfect and you wont rememver a thing.
Your thoughts they torement you almost every day,
Each night asking our Lord why your life is this way.
Feeling so alone thinking there is nobody who cares,
But actually there is so many but you are not aware .
If only you would hear me so you might begin to see,
You must believe in yourself if you want to be free.
You must have some faith if you are to understand ,
What God has in store for you and what he has planned.
All the hurt and anger will soon begin to disappear ,
You'll stand up tall again facing life with no fear.
Please remember always that you are never alone,
By listening with your heart your path will be shown.
Copyright © TIMOTHY CARTER
Don't explode yet
Let yourself bleed
Don't close your door yet
The pain can cure anyhow
The cure to your wound
Is the thing that broke you
Close your door only to her.
Copyright © Elektra Real
LAST NIGHT MY HEART WAS HEAVY AND MY SPIRIT WAS WEAK.
I WAS TOTALLY NUMB WITH NO WORDS TO SPEAK.
I SAW PEOPLE WHO HAD WALKED THROUGH MY LIFE WHO WERE NO LONGER ON THIS EARTH.
I WANTED TO CRY BUT NO TEARS CAME FROM MY EYES NOTHING BUT JOY CAME UPON ME.
I REALIZED THAT THEY HAD TO LEAVE FOR A REASON THEY WERE NO LONGER SUFFERING.
I GOT TO TALK TO THEM AND BE IN THEIR PRESENCE BUT THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN I WOKE UP AND IT WAS ALL A DREAM.
I BECAME SAD AND THEN I KNEW THIS WAS ALL MEANT TO BE SO I LET IT GO.
KEEPING THEM IN MY HEART AS I GO WITH THE FLOW.
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham
Searing love does not fade
It simply lies in wait in hollow partitions
Prone to sudden gusts
These come in waves
Some driving brusque prickles
Others curling unhinged senses
into further disorder
Yet others stirring a cruel blend of
The waves prompt a light-headed
About confidence in a fractured shell
About love with no one to tell
They commit to change
But winds carry a familiar scent
Songs are about us
And she’s in every silhouette
The scent and songs
swirl around the hollow partition like dreams
Walls are tested
to the point of rapture
there is no one to tell
Memories merge with the scent and songs
Crafting a cogent immunity to time
Our past is fused
Changing seasons bear credence
to the tenet of hope
But tomorrow hangs on meanings
crammed into last words
And searing love seeks deliverance…
there is no one to tell
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo
Do I see the thing's
That I truly see
Are You My Love
Could this dream'
Really be true
Copyright © Gary Fields
If these walls could talk? I know they can.
I hear them whisper every night.
They do not speak unless it’s dark
And quiet down at morning’s light.
The corner wall’s the very worst,
The one that’s nearer to my bed.
He is a blatant listener,
Repeating every thing that’s said.
I heard him tell the walls and chairs,
“I hear her crying in her sleep.”
I can’t see why he doesn’t know,
There are some secrets he should keep.
“She holds her pillow to pretend
She’s not alone in that big bed.”
Walls have no hearts so they can’t feel
The sorrow when loved one is dead.
Now that I am left alone,
Their whispering is hard to bear.
As I have said, walls have no hearts
And little sympathy to share.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson
I wish I was young
What can I hear
What is happening
Crying over past memories
What do I do now
I can’t fly
I am sick
For the lesson of God
I am asleep
Copyright © Moses Samandar
my dearest my nearest
my desire seen the clearest
my love my heart
my dream forever sought
my hope my wish
my picture of bliss
my aim my goal
my love so many times told
my precious my child
mine for a little while
my best my blessed
my truest tenderness
my kiss my carress
my world nothing less
my loss my gain
my wisdom born in pain
my turn my chance
my desprite try at romance
my screams my tears
the death that i most feared
my coveted my adorned
my possession forlorned
mine for a little while
oh how i miss your smile
Copyright © john loving iii
Wade through the lake’s water so shallow,
A woman & a man hands entwined like a gallow.
Wade did she,
Wade did he.
Above their necks the furious waters rose,
Trod they together steps softly with no morose,
Spellbound they moved without a care,
Deeper and deeper where no one would dare.
Trod they further unto the middle they reached,
Realized she now an early vow she had breached,
No further she could wade,
But bitter memories afar refrained they to fade.
Drifting by now so weak was she,
So clasped them eyelids so all she could see was he,
A time came on when a boat roared by,
A wave it created ,it washed her eyes.
The heady din grown a was peaking,
Alas! Her dream was at an end that she was seeking.
The fingered band, beacon it began,
A time had come her life to regain.
Realized, she that moments spent in love,
Will fly away now like the dove.
Struck her like a bolt to her love away,
Will he take me home today?
Guessed she by now that the time was over for her space,
And on the pathway her love left behind in a cold place.
A now thinks she that dwells in another dimension,
Poor man left aghast to brood and fate too cruel to mention.
Ghastly her act ,in all this land had never been,
People shun now the disheartened lover whenever he be rarely seen.
Stares does he strangely at the door,
For he believes that the path will bring her once more…
Copyright © sashi prabhu
THERE IS NOTHING HERE FOR YOU NOTHING I CAN NO LONGER GIVE MY HEART TO YOU!
SO YOU CAN TEAR IT TO PIECES THE LOVE I HAD FOR YOU IS GONE I SHOULD'VE KNEW ALL ALONG THAT YOU WERE NOTHING BUT TROUBLE.
BUT I WAS BLINDED BY LOVE AND YOUR GOOD LOOKS SOMETHING INSIDE KEPT TELLING ME TO STAY AWAY.
BUT YOUR CHARM WOOED ME ANYWAY BUT NOW I CAN SEE WHERE THIS IS GOING AND I AM GOING TO STOP IT WHILE I AM AHEAD.
I AM GOING ON ANYWAY WITH MY IFE WHETHER YOU ARE IN IT OR NOT I AM HAPPY WITH ME AND WHAT I HAVE ACCOMPLISHED IN MY SHORT PERIOD HERE ON EARTH.
I GAVE MY ALL TO YOU I GAVE MORE THAN ANYTHING ESLE BEFORE NOW I CAN SEE YOUR TRUE COLORS.
NOW I CAN BE FREE AND BE WITHOUT YOU THERE IS NOTHING HERE FOR YOU TO SEE.
WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE SO GOODBYE!
Copyright © Quondreika Cheatham
the morning dew...
Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO
I've never thought that i would feel this way,
But it finally happened somehow someday;
And i drowned in the deep oceans that looked at me.
I got dazzled by this smile everytime i see
These petals opening softly revealing wonderful pearls;
And everytime this breeze fonndles my skin, my heart twirls.
How i wish to stay forever in this acropolis of passion!
How i admire those two loyal guards fulfilling their mission!
Look at the heavens sparkling in those skies
Making it hell when it comes to goodbyes...
But some dreams are meant to never come true,
Like the one of falling asleep next to you
Because, as they say, the moon is not allowed to rise on the majestic wooden cross
But what a shame of this culture and what a terrible loss...
I had to accept to fall back on earth
A place where cruelty took birth!
Even though they broke my wings, i'll climb as high as i can get
To try and find the heavens that i would never forget.
Copyright © dreamersis poems
The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified.
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside the lines.
I thought order was helping me draw closer to you, while you began on the next
page without me. The needle digs it's way into my ape-shaped forearm.
I'm directed by the guitar string shaped veins
that only play notes in the keys of D# E# A# F# and the sharp sounds pierce
my perception to the point I can hardly hear your voice anymore.
At times, listening to the same old sad song on repeat makes me think
that I am just an old soul getting repeatedly tossed around in God's
big barrel of human paradox. "Lord what was I made for? Surely it wasn't
to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers, because I'm certain I am the
only one you molded with forearms so large, that the record got lost
and forgot how to spin in circles. Music is all about art, and art all about
perception. Perception has nothing to do with your eyesight, and
you use your ears to envision the painting on a blank canvas before picking
anything else up but sound waves. I drive myself crazy sometimes when
I think that my inspiration is speeding away from me in the
opposite lane, but I didn't even ask for directions. Mostly because I'm a man,
a stubborn one at that, and I always think I know where I'm going.
But this time, I swear I had gotten the map right. So I transformed my open
hands into tight fists to make music burst out of my arms, and the needle went
faster and faster until it broke off, and the high pitched vibration
disintegrated the steel into my own blood. I blame myself for letting this
be the first time to let myself draw some air into my body. A surgery of
scalpels cutting into my physical, and an orchestral symphony of sutures,
threading my life back together again. My blue blood turns crimson as it kisses the air.
Why do we associate the color red with life and vibrancy, when it clearly shows that we are letting our own blood run down our arms? Why do so many women where red lipstick; the kind that sticks to your collar, screaming to your wife that you clearly sinned?
Why do we see sin so clearly; transparent enough for others to correct us before we really we even grasp the desire to fix ourselves? AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THIS MUSIC PLAYING SO LOUDLY NOW; when my needle broke off into my body a long time ago, and I can hardly hear you anymore.
Good thing my life's song still isn't completely written yet. Let's add a more positive climax to this. One drawn in harmony.
Copyright © Spenser Jones
If these walls could talk
They would have narrated my story
How without you, I live in a constant shock
How I have lost all my past glory
Witness to my everlasting misery
My walls would have wailed for me
At least ,they would have made a query
whenever I am lost somewhere in me
Sharing my lonely nights
Seeing me crawl into that cold bed
Knowing all my shivering frights
Crying for me ,as if I am dead
I would have talked to them about you
About the love we shared
All that ,that happened between me and you
About the life, when we were paired
Living with this eerie loneliness
The only noise ,is of a clock
With your hatred creeping into me ,as illness
I wish these walls could talk…..
Copyright © Irfana Ali Bhat
A Futile Death by Wilma Neels
Flying over the place that use to be my home
I’m glancing at the once blue green seascape
Transformed to a murky coal black scene
A faucet has been opened
When everything went up in flames
Amidst all the confusion
I lost everything I loved
Flying over, a silent prayer is prayed
Please keep them safe
Please close the hole
This is the only home we know,
As I sit on a rock
The sadness overwhelms me,
As my sister slips away
She has lost the battle
The oil slick has gone thicker
It’s gaining power with every hour
I pray dear Lord of heaven and earth
May her final breath not be in vain
I flap my wings in a silent salute
Farewell dear sister, you will be missed
May this be the last time,
I witness such ugliness…
Written: 24 June 2010
Contest: Why oh Why?
Sponsored by: Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
Copyright © Wilma Neels
They take my mind heart and soul
and twist it to their words
Binding me in chains that hold fast
To my very being unable to escape
I am lost to the light
and found by darkness
Copyright © Wolf Lief
Why do you hide yourself away
This night, behind clouds of gray
I need your warmth and comfort
Do not leave, I beg you stay..
Tonight you speak with foreign tongue
I want to understand your cry
Your voice is slow and tearful
Without your love I'll surely die..
But now you cast no shadow
No place for me to run and hide
Sweet Luna, you who know my secrets
Without you, must I now abide?
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick
‘Tis winter season—
a bracing weather, foggy in its warmth.
The trees are drying, as bones,
gripping water from the winter soil.
It’s resting on an earth snow:
dancing in chilliness, dazedly.
it’s waiting for a poignant breath
that will give him soul.
To feel, once more, from being numb.
To warm his heart;
but the serenity and the turmoil have ended.
The dream is forgotten by the prized.
The dream is freezing the lover.
Copyright © Ray Angelo Ong
Seem I'll walk this road alone
the time of never looming forever. shivers filter thru my bones,
yearning to be soothed by hushed tones.
Once happy, now shrouded in
pondering my mental stockpile of uncertainty
half smiles strapped in pain,
choked up feelings of past privileges hoping to regain. tethered by unseen chains.
The soul feeling scarred, suppress , and under duress
How......oh.... how do I break free from this sadness that envelopes me?
Cascading down a mound of despair wishing this sadness will disappear,
relieving me of my desolations and fear
Where....oh....where is my guardian angel out there.
Copyright © Joan Williams
Who has stolen my heart, a love that cannot be extinguished. My heart is desperate
to love him and yet he does not love me, Why? He was the one who ran after me,
and I fell for him, and now that he no longer wants me: The world should end. How
do I go on knowing he does not belong to me, but my heart belongs to him, which
he does not want. I no longer see spectrum of wonderful and vibrant colors of life,
but only black and white. Life seems meaningless everything should be become
lifeless. I feel lost in the midst of my confused emotion - I am lost in the sea of
unbridled love for a man I do not know, and I also do not know how to be loved by
one. How I yearn to be hugged and kissed with so much passion that would make
me lost in his strong arms forever. When is he going to melt my heart with his, or am
I hoping for the impossible to be love by him.
How my heart belongs to him... where are you my secret admirer. God made me
loved him so he should love me back, please because my heart will stop beating
because I lost his love. Please save me Jehovah God because I am sinking in the
sea of despair by him not showing me love, so God where is my life's buoy or better
yet my 'secret admirer.
Copyright © Sophia Smith