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Can You Spare A Teardrop

I cried for so long, so many nights,
and now no more tears can drop,
I'm all out, do you have some to spare,
cause you know once I start, I can't stop.

I go on for days with a heavy heart,
no tears fall, though inside I'm crying,
I feel empty, hollow, dark inside,
a soul dead, and still is dying.

Can I fill a bucket from your well,
the sun came out, dried up my rain,
I'll take them carefully, try not to spill,
cause I've got a need to ease the pain.

That feeling of washing away the sorrow,
with trickling tear-water, clear and cool,
soothes the soul, relaxes the ache,
can I dive right into your swimming pool?

I need to pour out your flowing brook,
to keep me crying a river for today,
I want to hold despair in my hands,
please let this melancholy feeling stay.





Out of Water contest
placed 14th



Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

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Despair

Bore after bore fell silent eventually Abhor I do feel through my eyes Gore and sore now abundantly plenty Tore through clouds, wondrous skies Despair in abundance appears all around Where in the world has all our love gone Stare into our abyss, and see it abound There is no tomorrow, there is no dawn <*>

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2013

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Tranquil Dreams Of Sorrow Love Like There Is No Tomorrow

In the midst of midnight twilight Silence gently fades in a cascade Warm wist embrace of a blazing sun Tension burst in darken moment made afraid Roaring voices sounds of thunder Epic heartbeat tsunami waves break away Swelling sated of explosion love Warm cinders soothes the budding moment ray Tranquil dreams of sorrow Love like there is no tomorrow 4/2/2016

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2016

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Little, Orange Ball

An orange little ball,
Tattered and torn to bits,
No longer does it fly straight,
Its course lost, its path in fits,

An orange little ball,
Sad within its cracks and in its creases,
Faded bumps, its lost its grip,
It now falls to pieces,

Orange little ball,
Come to death smiling,
Never live just to die,
Happiness lives in and amidst the crying,

Orange little ball,
Wipe the tears away,
There is peace to be found,
In and amongst the fray.

Copyright © Joshua Brown | Year Posted 2013

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Reflection's ghost

Where phantoms dwell in halls beyond recall
Bound to fate in cells of sanity’s fall 
Where souls were left to hunt their past
Cold, lost, bereft. A wasteland vast

Whence I will run, and seek through tombs,
Forget the sun as dark thunder looms.
She too dwells here, a child of strange charms.
Wounds to sear, bled out in late arms.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2016

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The People In The World

I used to think they wanted trees.
The people in the world.
I forgot that all they had was lawns.
The people in the world.

I thought they wanted animals.
The people in the world.
They killed off over half.
The people in the world.

I thought they wanted health.
The people in the world.
Half are now obese.
The people in the world.

They said we had to learn.
The people in the world.
We're learning from machines.
The people in the world.

They think the goal is peace.
The people in the world.
They're saying we're all different.
The people in the world.

Their time is getting short.
The people in the world.
The'll wait until the end.
The people in the world.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2014

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Not The Same Without You

It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2013

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Winds Of Time

 
~~ I struggle always with my memories, The long ago past is forever lurking; In a moment I am whispered back, And the pages of my life are fluttering. Fluttering in the misty winds of time, To where the joyful and painful burn; O but this is the key to who I am, And each memory has its own turn. Turn back the pages of my journey, I am a little girl playing and dreaming; O but to stay frozen in this memory, And to not ever know the pain of weeping. Weeping has always been my companion, I so often stand in a place of sorrows; Past the ornate gate and winding road, And the past shall haunt all my tomorrows. ______________________ August 16, 2014 Quatrain Submitted to the contest, Any Poem #8, sponsor, Skat Third Place Submitted to the contest, Where Frozen Embers Burn, sponsor Gail Doyle 8th place (the contest was deleted so lost my win rating)

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2014

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A Night of Deceit - Quatret


Rush of nerves, quivers come night, 
blush of love parts evening clouds. 
Green eyes aglow tempt in candlelight. 
As stars dangle low in spangled shroud, 
we rise high above, embraced in flight -
words a whisper, untruths vowed.

How at sunrise shall I wake
now knowing love cannot stay?
In throws of night’s heat, our two worlds quaked;
then weak with deceit, I slipped away.
Oh, if I’d known my heart was at stake,
I’d hide in shadows of day.    

6/27/15

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

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I Will Save You

Beliefs beyond reality,
Choices for your mentality,
I'd catch you in the night,
Save you from your brutality.

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

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Pride Never Dies

Bingo halls and liquor stores,
what's happened to this land?
They call it a reservation,
a word you cannot stand.

The deep gut ache that you feel
as native blood boils deep inside
comes from where spirits roam free
with a fiercely eternal pride.

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2013

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Sorrow of life

Have courage for the great sorrow of life
Patience for the small ones
You laboriously accomplished daily task
Go to sleep in peace Eternal God is awake

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Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2014

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The Time of Us

You said my eyes tell my story 
That they lead right to my heart
You believed we had a purpose
The time of us came from the stars
 
My how we would laugh for hours
All those stories you could tell
You wanted to know all about me
And never forgot one detail
 
The time of us started changing
We had to live our lives apart
You never once gave up believing
I knew I had broken your heart
 
Each year you would call me
For birthdays, summer, Christmas
Time and distance never mattered
We both were missing us
 
Then came the day your life ended
My whole world was torn apart
You were forced on a new journey
Leaving me with a broken heart
 
Did you know how much you meant to me
Did you know how much I cared
Did you know you are always in my heart
The time of us was special and rare
 
I pray your spirit has found peace
I feel you're watching from above
I look for signs that you're still with me
I feel blessed to have known your love



Written 12-1-15

Copyright © Susan Gentry | Year Posted 2015

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Love Without Hope

Love without Hope      Oh, even the sunflowers could not cope,
for their precious petals long to be plucked, from your love-me-not touch.
Can you not hear their slender green stalks, sway so bashfully,
with echoes of that recess kid fantasy      Pick   Me      Pick      Me!



Written March 30th, 2016
For the Love Without Hope Contest Hosted by Sarah Kendrick

Placed 6th

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016

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I'm Nearing A Store

I'm nearing a store.
Has it something for me?
No; I'm nearing the next.
Hoping there's something to see.

I'm nearing a store.
For something that's new.
Fearing the worst.
Hoping for few.

I'm nearing a store
for something I need.
Only to eat.
Hoping to feed.

I'm nearing a store.
Have I been here before?
Bored again and again.
Hoping that time will soar.

I'm nearing a store.
long after I'm dead.
Placed in a coffin my size.
Hoping I'm free and fled.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2013

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Dark Contest

Dark Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron

I fed off your peril cause of pain for so long,
You ate me, swallowed me whole so deep in your abdomen,
Cut my veins into tiny pieces and drown me in my blood,
So that I may be your living desired sacrament.

Tighten my noose and kick away the chair,
I long for your fundamental feeling people try to avoid,
And in the night feed me for your internal baptism,
I promise I will not anticipate my fear or be paranoid.

Dungeons and dragons, witches and demons,
If you love me you'll let me pick one of my liking,
To be honest I'll tell you what I desire most,
It's to be struck by your benevolent lightening.

Catch me on fire and burn me alive this dark night,
But I beg do not bury my bones above the earth,
Dig me so deep down that I can never crawl out,
Do it quick and painful and dump me headfirst.

When I arise into tomorrow's release from reality,
I'll be sickened of the aftermath my head has enlisted,
Put me to asleep once again for dreams I starve for,
My vividly intense desires to be always dark and twisted.

Laura Urbaniak
November 1, 2015

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

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Living in hope

Desperation creeps stealthily, into a disillusioned mind
Unanswered questions paralyzes, leaving one frozen in time
Tsunami waves of grief pound away, at the sad and troubled heart
Sorrow uniting with pain wrestling, pinning down hope from the start.
But,
A glimmer of hope shines bright, conquering sorrow and grief
Like a lighthouse, a beacon in the dark, to distant sailors relief
A faint response to a distressing SOS, in a time of stormy seas
God answers our great questions, responding to fervent pleas

Truth dissipates the haze of lies, that leave one dazed and confused
Shining through the fog of deception, we see hope, if we so choose
Drawing closer to the light of God's love, that we see in the distance
Hope rises anew, conquers doubt, sorrow then relinquishes resistance.

When we perceive of God's great love, it gives us hope and direction
Living with hope is an anchor sure, to our mental faculties, a protection
Hope now renewed, leads to faith, finally joy can appear on your face
The countenance shines, living in hope, grief now having been replaced.

John Derek Hamilton   November 28,2015


Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2015

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Aging Vintage


Aging Vintage


Your vintage wine of yesterday
   perhaps was bitter, perhaps was fine.
But then you could not know the taste
   brewed as today's more robust wine.

Today's wine, dry or sweet, is based
   on what was served you in the past.
But fickle future stirs the brew
   That makes anticipation last.

So digest past drink up today,
   hold high the glass of your tomorrow.
When all is done, you will have drunk
   The wine of happiness and sorrow.


Sandra M. Haight

~5th Place~
Premier Contest: Contest No 214 - Any Form - Any Theme - Max 12 Lines
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 10/01/2016

~2nd Place~
Contest: Least Views
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Judged: 9/20/2015

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Angel in Hell

Sorrow chokes sanity
in the brimstone fumes of Hell
that consumes all but memory
plastered against the walls of his cell.

My mind can't comprehend...
Perhaps he did wrong
or mercy he did not lend,
but here resides the angel of song.

His wings are torn,
tattered like his serenity
when he fell into heat's scorn.
Once he was beauty's epiphany.

The shofar's sound dwindled
to let screams take stage.
The music he once kindled
turned against him in bloody rage.

Yet he will rise once more.
The fallen creature in his cell
and will play a new music's score
telling of the angel in Hell.

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

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Uprooting Dreams

Uprooting dreams of yesterday,
time sows seeds of tomorrow.
And cultivates misery, 
watered with tears of sorrow.

Love's no longer on the scene,
trust has eroded to rust.
And stored somewhere in my heart,
hope's slowly collecting dust.

Paradise is a desert,
where the wind whispers your name.
For from the moment you left,
my life’s never been the same.

Tattered, dried out memories,
crumple at my mere touch.
And blow away with the wind,
not counting for very much.

The sun continues to shine,
and the sky is just as blue.
Yet my reason for living
disappeared, along with you.

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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The kings of the night

The seemingly tranquil sky
blooming with stars soon
pierced by a distant cry
that seems to swoon.

Beneath dense trees standing tall
to touch dark canvas painted
after dusk, prowls the epiphany of all
mother nature’s tainted.

The wise are often alone
and the dangerous hated, 
but they express in moan
their solitude, once more grated.

Gradually their voices unite
in a song across the valley, 
seeming to smite
all of innocence’s nest.

The moon in her splendour moves
to comfort the carnivores that commence, 
and yet her beam soothes
not the beasts’ sense.

Torn between wrong and right
the moon spreads her swanlike wings amidst
the howls of her lovers, the kings of the night…
among the wolves in the mist. 

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013

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An Endless Encounter

Seated in a corner to my left Were travellers who appeared to be deaf I knew not who these men were And their purpose I have no true care Slung over his shoulder, one rose to aim At the conductor amassing her claim Tut-tut! Bullets marched, making peace with her neck In desperate haste, Les masses went berserk! With my mind acquiese and body nervy The prospects ahead were quite scary Two more to the roof...tout l'argenterie clattered An untimely error by my fidgety created In the quiet of my carrel, three breaths from sight A sheer bystander in another man's malice Scribbling my death song away from the fright To recount, mon amour why we will never have Paris But before the end of this lengthily horror and me In merest simplicity and pitiful hope My dearest Naina, should this get to thee I pray the heavenlies will make us a new home
--------------------------- Inspiration: French train shooting of August 2015 & The spur of Naina's dare ??

Copyright © Wilfred Aniagyei | Year Posted 2016

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On The Brink


Misbegotten pair, 
two-faced aggravation, 
the seduction of sweet solace 
or the inarticulation of despair. 

Uneasy 'neath the spell of peerless rapture, 
false respite from the ravages of fear, 
or defenseless and imperilled 
by a sadness that is too extreme to bear.

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...for all bi-polar sufferers.

Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2013

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Letter to Mum and Dad

Letter to Mum and Dad

Dear Mum, Dear Dad, you're gone from my life.
I remember you now as a good husband and wife.
Dad, I saw you lay there. Lifeless, quite still.
The shocks that they gave you, zapped at my will.

When I touched you, your body, still warm, lips blue.
A far cry from the father, the man I once knew.
Your cheeks in contrast, stood out, quite bold.
Your hand I touched. That memory I hold.

Mum, I never saw you, when you passed away.
You were alone in your bed, so it's for you that I pray.
I remember you most, for the love that you gave me.
Always caring, never judging, I wished I could save thee.

Now that you're gone, I don't feel alone.
You're the best parents in life, this child could have known.
So it's with you in memory, my life has begun.
I remain as always, your ever loving son.

Copyright © Chris Matthews | Year Posted 2013

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We Warned You

We Warned You Yes, we warned you about that pack! Such vicious, life-threatening beasts can capture you and bring you down; and one by one, on you will feast. You stay away from them, we cried! Don't let them come too near your home. Do all you can to chase them off and then stay put, and do not roam. You thrill in seeing them all lined together as they stand that way, all sleek and perfect in their form. From them, you need to run away. Yes, we warned you about that pack! Their vicious threats seen days and nights. They captured you and brought you down; that killer pack...Marlboro Lights. Sandra M. Haight

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Life on Mars

One day a pale star began to glow
in scarcely-noted nebula where it swirled.
And this five thousand million years ago,
to bathe in light a distant, dusky world.

Lightning streaked amid primordial dawn—
stroked a soupy mire of mute quintessence.
Diverse concatenations urged a spawn 
and coaxed life into coalescence.

A hive and every mind within related,
yet diverse and mild in their expression.
Collectively their members liberated,
verisimilitude their progression.

Myriad were their subtle variations.
Legion were their specialties outlandish.
In unison they laid a world’s foundations.
Limitless the skills they had to brandish.

But in Mars' core, dying breaths were taken,
as fury from creation’s fires abated.
Absent these, Ares was forsaken—
its magnetic lines of flux truncated.

The shield from radiation thus destroyed,
innocence’ pogrom bitterly ensued.
Air swept away forever to the void,
sentience vanquished—majesty subdued.

Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2016

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The Tale of the Opium Tears

Eyes that cry in anguish, 
Uncertain and alone. 
Seeking some solution 
And searching for a home. 

When we used to play as kids, 
In contentment’s warm embrace, 
Was the smile I saw each day 
But a mask upon your face?  

Haunting memories past, 
Trapped in voracious pain. 
A chance to fill an empty heart, 
You push a needle in your vein. 

You become the living dead, 
But pain rises from its grave. 
The tortured mind seeks freedom, 
While the needle makes a slave. 

Each night you come and go, 
Looking worse for the wear. 
Life hangs by finest thread, 
To you it’s of no care. 

Everyone gives up on you, 
They say nothing can be done. 
Your tears have gone from hate to pain, 
To the tears of opium. 

Why escape the chains that hold so tight? 
Arms dependence is soothing bliss. 
Once you have had just one taste, 
You will crave the dragon’s kiss. 

A lost orphan in a cruel world 
Cast aside by your mother. 
The needle becomes one with your flesh, 
So death is now your lover.  


As you dance with the shadow of death, 
I wish I could stop the tragic harm; 
To the little girl who played with me, 
As she injects death into her arm. 

I’m afraid one day you won’t return 
From the misty eyed walk in the night. 
With your needle as your boarding pass, 
You go forth to take the Devil’s flight. 

No more pain left to feel, 
No more sights left to see; 
Nothing but vague memories 
Of my friend who played with me. 

Copyright © Andrew Weeden | Year Posted 2014

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Sandy Hook

Today, it just doesn't seem fair
That we are still able to breathe.
They have given us their air-
Our duty to lead the life they leave.

Copyright © Kevin C. Martin | Year Posted 2012

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Why

Twenty brand new angels
arrived just yesterday.
Frightened and confused
they only wished to stay

with parents now left empty,
and shattered beyond belief.
Their babies’ precious little lives
stolen by a spineless thief

with evil in his heart,
and killing on his mind.
Dear God where are you now?
It’s getting hard to find

a reason for the carnage,
and the acts of the insane.
Can we still find eternal love
surrounded by such pain?

Now twenty brand new angels
who only yesterday did die,
and with them, too, the innocence.
Why, dear God, why?

for the Sandy Hook children.  RIP.

Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2012

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Isle of roses

Once before, I had walked down a red carpeted isle
to glimpse your solemn face, a memory forever mine.
Why fate had to be so vile,
I still can’t comprehend, and yet here I stand before your shrine.

I had thought of the future, of what lay ahead,
and it stung. I would tread an isle again,
without you. My supposed joyful day would be my dread.
My white gown would bear sorrow’s stain.

Still, I could envision it: beside a rocky shore,
in the rain, ravished by the wind, beneath a veil of thunder…
Would you have thought it foolish lore?
This fantasy and chase after nature’s wonder?

NO! You would also have seen it, wouldn’t you?
The ocean rising violently like a stampede of wild mustangs,
the wind racing for its destination: adventures new,
the heaven’s shower baring its fangs?

Or would you have had me trod in a valley
under crystalline dusk and precipices,
appearing unbroken, all smiles and glee,
along the isle of roses?

Copyright © Robyn Thomas | Year Posted 2013