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Details | Ballad | |

The Ballad of the Poet

*The Dead Poet*

Many blocks along the road, 
Kicking down walls of heavy stones, 
Yet no one could draw through the walls of her lonely bones.
A poet who could not write what's inside. 
Her pen had gone ink dry. 
Her beady eyes lost the feel of an angelic realm.
She tried! 
She tried until she could no longer cry!
A poet who stuttered with the mind and out came no words.
This poet hangs on a mound with a picture that tells a sad tale.
A poem that broke verses in a Carpe diem dream.
She ruffled her arms once more as if she could fly.
Still nothing, 
Everything felt dead inside. 

Trap in a mental state that clots the willing vein.
Isolating her form in a room with no door.
She stays this away from the feel of the marvel pen.
To never go back, and feel again.

In the most ominous way,
She lets out a cry, 
A cry, never heard before. 
Running from this evil, that stain her world. 
 
Words buried deep and behind a new exterior box, 
Her insides grasp all the air of airs once alive. 
A talon drop into the next,
This troublesome poet gave up on everything. 
Had nothing left, but the empty space within. 

Next!
She curls herself into a fetal world.
At last, she closes her eyes, to feel no more.
A poet who died the day, joy wiped the glee from her face.

by;PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy | |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help






Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green.
A maple crib stands in the corner.
It's a picture perfect scene.

There is only one thing missing
in this room so perfectly designed.
The baby was never to take a breath.
You have to wonder what God had in mind.

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
live behind an ever closed door.
To look at the would-be parents
you couldn't tell who was grieving more.

Not all plans have happy endings;
some endings never seem to end.
How much sadness can two people take
before they break instead of bend.

Winnie the Pooh and Mickey Mouse
are painted on walls of green
in a room now shrouded in sadness
where no child will ever be seen.




~~~ 03/01/2013 ~~~
     Francine Roberts

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Moonless Nights over South Sudan

Moonless Nights over South Sudan
heartless Moon, don’t tell me that you weren’t looking when soulless soldiers dragged me from my mama’s terrified arms in our village in Rubkona County
I know you covered your ears so you wouldn’t hear my screams piercing the fetid air as those butchers dropped their pants repeatedly ripping my body and soul apart
and I saw you cover your eyes so blinded that you wouldn’t see the stark horror reflected in my own eyes the hot tears scorching my cheeks sobbing for childhood forever lost
oh Mother Moon, Mother Moon please cover your face behind billowy black clouds so that you can’t see your daughter’s dejected, dead eyes
cowardly Moon, I forgive you even after you turned your back on me filling my days only with your dark side as I sink deeper into a black hole with no hope to guide me safely home
but helpless Moon, how can I blame you? for you’re only a mere observer powerless to defend me feeling guilty for abandoning your innocent children
Moon, you’ve witnessed it all before the torn and bleeding the tortured and maimed all tied tightly to weeping trees reeking of despair and pain
Moon, will you soon forget my body dripping with bloody shame? will anyone even remember me? am I no one…with no name? will you, Moon, mourn for me?
like you Moon, I am already ancient over a hundred years it seems yearning for freedom… waiting for death… and I’m only twelve years old
Note: This piece is dedicated to all the women and young girls who have been abducted, raped, and/or killed in the secret rape camps in South Sudan over the past two years. According to a human rights investigator, many of them are held indefinitely, tied up with hundreds of other women in these camps and used as sex slaves. Those women who escape from the sex camps are the lucky ones.

Copyright © Pandita Sanchez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

All That Refuse To See

All That Refuse To See


Your ears shut wide eyes up tight
a menagerie sits in absent light
Time and reason are out of sight
stonecold now is courage's might!

Your eyes embrace a newfound cave
even logic can not your mind save
in blindness you are now a slave
treading a path to shallow grave!

Your screams raise no great alarm
dead plants harvest on your farm
No more shall love be your charm 
chained legs match each dead arm!

Your last days filled with cries
fruits set onto your many lies
Dark clouds moan in your skies
Heart rots as soul slowly dies!

Your death was an incoming tide
bled from arrogant false pride
Fait accompli no man can hide
none succeed, many have tried!

Robert  Lindley
01, 23, 1979

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Dizain | |

''Sad Dizain''


Oh, she is quite frail now and very old,
     When she walks you can tell she is in pain;
Loves a nap in the sun and hates the cold,
               Beautiful, I whisper- my tears like rain.
Oh, please time stop clicking, I scream in vain,
     All she gives is unconditional love,
Its hard to think of her dwelling above;
               She is an old cat and is my best friend,
Oh, her death-  sorrow hard to let go of.
         I held her to my heart until the end . . . .

_________________________
May 15, 2016


Dizain

For the contest, Sad Poem-Dizain
sponsor, Laura Loo

First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Marsiya | |

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry W. Niday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.
A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart
beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.

Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2012

Details | Ballad | |

Disturbed Child

That disturbed child
The teen girl with no friends, 
and is rejected by her loved ones
She feels broken inside,
like theres no other choice
She takes the iron razor, 
she puts it to her arm and hopes the pain will fade,
but in the end it only makes her feel worse
She does this to herself not because she is sad, 
but because she doesn't think any one cares
She thinks 
What if I put this razor to my throat,
and ended my life
Would they care then?
She feels like no one cares 
What she doesn't realize is, 
if she died a river of tears would come,
even faster then the blood would run from her
If she only knew life can be brighter 
If she would only see, 
that she is loved
That disturbed child, 
We miss her
and theres no getting her back
What could we have done
Was there any changing her mind
Only God knows

Copyright © Trevor Bain | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative | |

The Empty Tissue Box

My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do 
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view

I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused

I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone

So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss


April 14, 2013

Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme | |

Death Of A Beloved Friend

Death Of A Beloved Friend

O Friend, when thou hadst uttered thy brief tale
Our hearts grew still as flowers that watch the stars,
Through long windless nights.
  Yea, men shall hear;
Far sea whispering, and the feet of them
That walk the earth in mercy, though they be
The other side of the world; and to that end 
Poets shall wander by in loneliness,
As thou hast wandered by. We know not yet
How weak our knowing, and how little availeth
The little that we know, for we have lost,
The deep heart to listen;
  Down the widening gap,
In unimaginable glory streams
The flood of light we share within our souls,
Revealing all the beauty that shall be
For them that will abide in its purity.

R.J. Lindley
1985

Note: 
That long black curtain has fallen,
youthful skies hold no more joy;
Dreams we once heard callin'
are but false hope we now employ.
Time, that elusive and dark bandit,
speeds away on a mere whim;
splashing whale if we could but land it-
Never! That light is now fading and dim.

Too soon , blackness engulfs the light;
gone onto its mysterious early reward,
all that remains, cold lonely in the night,
living left behind, that is going to be hard.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse | |

Faded Thoughts

Thoughts how they fade from white to gray,
        and the memories we made, turned to dust just today.
           Ashes we smoked and the dreams we dreamt,
                     all DIED in your arms and I wept...
                                                                      -and wept.
                                                                                                 
        Please forgive me- believe me when I say I am sorry-
           I feel sad for you but not as sad as I feel for me.
               Self pity is a disease, but it puts me at ease,
                    and I just wish these flea's, would get off my bleeding back.
                        If I could paint you a river, I'd swim to your shore,
                           mend all I  t o r e , now it's you that I lack.

It was always been you...ALWAYS been you...
            you were my envelope, you were my flu,
                   you cut me apart because you made me whole,
                          I'm sorry I stole...your heart...
                                                                   -your heart...   



                                          
Date Written: September 26, 2015






	

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Blink

See, how easy it is, 
To blink—

As it was to melt by your words, your… tender squeeze of endearing kindness…

I flowed along the currents of your sweet affection,
Engrossed by your rickety, boyish attraction for me,
Landing on colors I have tried not to wear all of my life…
My heart thumped your name from every impractical word,
And you squeezed on through in your fine, simplistic style

Then, as quick as a blink—

I began to cry, for you… crushed my heart into the dust below me…

You thought, you THOUGHT I was still stuck in that love rush!
You enhanced your crookedness and shunned my gifts away!
Each one spurt, EACH SPURT… back into the tube in which it came…
Each purposeful pump……..from a once swelling heart,
That would give anything for what you once amply gave! 

Do you still blink?
Does your heart still thump?

…for mine has stopped… 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? | |

Scar Tissue

The bed offers cold where you used to lie a chill that lingers  when dawn paints the sky. Your abandoned chair across from mine is a constant reproach  and an unwelcome sign  of a love that died.  On outings with friends  I feel their pity though I wear my best mask  and try to be witty. The places I visit  are different and yet something always reminds me won’t let me forget the love that died. Time has its way with all wounds I've discovered granting healing to some  letting Death cure the others. And with every new wound  the scar tissue spreads, fibrous and nerveless, ‘til sensation is dead. And it’s hard to say if I fear this or not maybe this ether is what I have sought all along.

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Elegy | |

Astroturf and Snow Part 2 of Trilogy

(Part 2 of Trilogy for My Father)

We stand on cemetery Astroturf
strategically placed to spare us the dread hole,
snow scaling the tops of our shoes
to compete with the ice in our hearts.

The old priest’s boots peek from beneath
a cassock that dangles below his parka.
He jokes gamely about the weather,
reading prayers for my father, a man he never met,
with shaking hands and chattering teeth.
He is a stranger recruited by the others lest someone
discover the shame of self-inflicted death.

Numb in every way it’s possible to be numb,
we await the blows of a grief that suicide denied us
and summon memories that refuse to respond 
while, in their place, we have 
Astroturf
and snow.

Copyright © Mary Oliver Rotman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric | |

The morning after

My heart is bleeding
My soul is pleading
For the love that I once knew.
My mind is wondering
My thoughts are crumbling
Remembering how we grew and grew
My love for you will not go
My spirit feels so low
I try to remember the good 
But I will never have understood
How this ended so quickly 
I was out of your life so briskly
I just thought we would never part
and now I have a broken heart

Copyright © Andy Davies | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse | |

The Hands of Pain

My soul pounds with rage.
This heart has been scorched,
by your burning words.

My soul gasps for light 
slowly suffocated,
By your hands of pain.

I bare the mark of shame.
Your touch has maimed my body.
My mind drowned out my screams.

Blow by blow,
Shamed so low.
Never did you know how,
Your hands of pain marked me.

Copyright © Gypsyof Essence | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet | |

Blistered

This is my first Petrarchan sonnet...

Grey days of loss and loneliness are here
Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep
No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep
No ray of light predicted to appear
Just disappointment, emptiness and fear
And sacred dreams discarded in a heap
By some abyss of faith too wide to leap
In ruins lies the love we held so dear

Wise folk will say there will be love again
That suns come up, and suns go down, and yet
All I perceive is darkness, drear and grim
All I can feel is searing hurt and pain
My heart, my fingers, too burnt to forget
All blistered, from the flame I hold for him

by Gail


Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme | |

Weep - Andaree Contest II

 
I touch, the old weathered stone angels softly, And stones, vine covered and tree shady, All the names are engraved deep, Sad sorrow to keep, Forever. Weep, Oh mourner, For all here that sleep, Death and time, entwine and creep, The dead, whispering to me sweetly, I touch the old weathered stone angels softly. __________________________ October 5, 2015 Andaree - Rhyme For the contest, The Andaree- Contest II, sponsor, Andrea Dietrich Seventh Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

Oh, the grief, the stabbing --

 
Grief penetrates a person with untold, pain and sorrow, a life lost, ever cold; the puncture, the piercing permeates deep, a thick mask hides the truth that comes in sleep. I want to shout loud with booming screams, memories and sadness swirl in my dreams; I am empty, alone in my torment, aching, bursting with sad disappointment. On my knees, I ask God, when will this end? When will this shattered heart finally mend. ________________________________ February 28, 2015 Rhyme Entered in the contest, Pierced, sponsor Rob Carmack, Placement N/A

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme | |

I'm Hiding Deep Inside

Can no one see this
smile I'm faking,
See, how, inside,
I'm constantly
shaking?
These people all
claim they know me
well,
Yet no one can see
through my crumbling
shell?

"I'm fine", I
whisper, my sadness
unknown,
They leave me to
deal with this
anguish alone,
I've hidden behind
this wall most of my
life,
I've managed so far,
I've dealt with my
strife,

Watching as, slowly,
my blood leaks away,
It helps to keep
life's true horrors
at bay,
I pull down my
sleeve to cover my
hurt,
For approaching
footsteps, I'm on
the alert,

I guess my pretense
is just all too
real,
No one has to know
of the pain that I
feel,
The real me inside,
where no one can
see,
I can fool everyone
else, but why can't
I fool me?

Copyright © DaQuan Bowrin | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme | |

Why

Why

Daddy…I wish that I could ask you,
Why did you have to leave?
We were only very young,
…Yet old enough to grieve!

One day we played together,
You laughed and held my hand,
Then you were gone forever,
I cannot understand?

You must have known we loved you,
Without you we were lost,
You took the warmth and happiness,
And replaced it all with frost!

To us you were a hero,
Our Daddy and our guide,
We were far too young to know,
About the demons hid inside.

Something snapped within you,
And took away all hope,
You walked upon that rocky road,
And found you couldn’t cope.

We thought on you we could depend,
Your love we all would share,
But your life you had to end,
And no longer were you there?

Daddy…I wish that I could ask you,
Why did you have to leave?
We were only very young,
…Yet old enough to grieve!

Copyright © Robert Broadbent | Year Posted 2015

Details | Blank verse | |

Blood and Bullets

Inspired by the Connecticut tragedy and another minor shooting that happened in my home state
-------------------------------------

Blood and Bullets

That night we cried ourselves to sleep
For each of the little children the blood did weep
Serve upon this misery and damage
No words will excuse the savage

The vultures swoop, spread the sugar coated lies
But still the frozen child dies
Yet they still wish to remove what little safety we have
But they fail to see that will not stop the slings and arrows they have

For the media projects the fame they crave
Like wild dingos they consume what we fail to save
Serve and protect is not the duty of just some but all as a whole
ALL AS A WHOLE

And we fail
And we fail

The cameras prance around like costumed horses in a dance
All the while the mud splattered reality burns and singes the lines of damned fantasies
We are to blame, shining glitter and fame on the damned souls that should be burned
We spit acidic words of hate all the while praising them in glittering spectral lights of fame 
They do not heed the angry words, but revel in the talk of them...them..
Them...

It's

All

About

THE KILLER

Blood and bullets pollute the spoiled ground but no one cares for the rotten
Sadness rings through for a week but soon the victims are forgotten
But no one forgets the criminal...Infamous
He is immortalized by the fame...fame...infamous

Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets
Blood and bullets

Blood stains
Bullets jump

dead forgotten
left rotten

Monster remembered

remembered

Blood and bullets

Blood

and bullets

Copyright © Rebecca Larkin | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse | |

Red Light

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?

in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only 
then arguing again and again 
night in, night out.

have you ever felt like 
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?

using the dark pauses in between 
to yell the same name 
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.

have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?

Copyright © A.O. Taner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse | |

A Sad Song - To My Sister

Pain of your demise
crowds my mind...
Memories of you come alive,
I try not to cry...though
Death, the thief, took you away!

Cynthia


Copyright © Cynthia Alvez | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain | |

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

Details | Pantoum | |

A Dark And Stormy Night


That dark and stormy night lives in my mind.
We thought we would get home before the storm.
Bang crash,how could nature be so unkind? 
My sweetie died quick  and so did my "norm".

We thought we would get home before the storm.
Although I wasn't driving I took the blame.
My sweetie died quick and so did my "norm".
I'm about to go nuts, I yell out his name.

Although I wasn't driving I took the blame
I would do anything to change that day
I'm about to go nuts, I yell out his name.
All I know is, that day "fate" had it's say.

I would do anything to change that day.
Bang crash, how could nature be so unkind?
All I know is, that day "fate had it's say.
That dark and stormy night lives in my mind.


Contest: Pantoum 
Sponsor: Eve Roper 


09-28-16

Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain | |

Soul of Iron

I am a soul of rusty iron within a steel clad heart.
The tears I shed, the blood I've bled keeps me well apart. 
But when a lovely spirit bright with wings of lace and gold, 
lands upon my tarnished frame, my heart with love enfolds.
  
I hold too tight this tiny light with a gasp of interlude,
and far too soon the sweet commune becomes my solitude.
When this heart of steel decays to leave a soul of iron,
I fear no feathered wings will ever lift me from this mire. 


Written on May 21, 2016

Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Lyric | |

Someone cry

Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 
For my life, it has died. 
For my life, it has died. 
Someone cry someone cry. 

My life was pretty, 
it was upright. 
She was the mother 
of all alive. 
She was murdered 
in broad daylight. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

In the vicious 
abyss of lies. 
Amongst the people 
verily lice, 
She lived a life 
of sacrifice. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

There are no mourners, 
there are no sighs. 
There is no sun 
in all the sky. 
The earth is frigid 
without a light. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

There is no justice, 
there are no cries. 
There is no noise 
of the uprights. 
Sin is pretending 
that all is right. 
Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 

Someone cry someone cry 
someone cry someone cry. 
For my life, it has died, 
For my life, it has died. 
Someone cry someone cry.

Copyright © Alok Srivastava | Year Posted 2016