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The Wintered Soul Among Wisteria

One need not read her horoscope to know this woman's fate, and though wisteria cascades sweet blooms of lavender like snow outside her door, it's still Siberia pervading the dimensions of her mind, for not one fickle thought or patch of moss can thrive where bleakest shadows are enshrined. No bittersweet, no dew drops. . . only loss surrounds her heart. She tries to reminisce, but like a barren continent grown cold, she can't perceive one particle of bliss. She's clasping grief and cannot be consoled! Wisteria's perfume is in the breeze, but in her soul remains a winter's freeze.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014

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An Empty Tissue Box

When pain hits hard, you might feel like your soul is bleeding out, but there’s no blood to see. Your body is the part that takes the toll, and physically you feel the agony. Perhaps the pain goes to your heart as though a knife has sliced right through it, or you feel it in your gut as if you took a blow. No cut or bruise is shown, yet it is real! When both the body and the spirit seem to reach their limit, tears are overdue. You have to let those tears go! Let them stream and carry out the bitterness for you. An empty tissue box becomes the sign that soon, and hopefully, you will be fine.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Searching For You

                          I walk upon a green feathered hilltop
                          To find your soul, I lost long ago   
                          Lay flowers where your grave says stop
                          and sit in silence till' the sun is low
                          I'll bow my head in search for loneliness
                          With hands trembling cradle tears that fall
                          And feel the sadness of emptiness,
                          while listening for the unanswered call
                          There is no time pain's loss can quell
                          No answer to quiet the question why
                          Life moves on and there is only hell
                          Searching for you, lost, my eyes still cry

                          I'll claim no noble dignity or deed
                          Find nothing alone on this hill,  but need


Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Echoes of You

The saddest sound in all the world,
The bagpipes weep as raindrop pearls
Land to take on grass-green hue:
Tears to mourn the loss of you.
Your boys line up with shaking lips
And breaking hearts to numbly grip
Your modest coffin; spirits brave,
They trek toward your dewy grave.
We follow you through wind and rain.
The pipes still croon their sad refrain.
We bury you with roses white,
A tragic yet tremendous rite.

And as you sleep beneath the ground,
The echoes of your life resound.

Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2014

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Glowing Cloud On Mountain Top

Glowing Cloud On Mountain Top

I met you there, so very full of grace
single rose in your shining raven hair
Radiance beaming from your sweet face
couldn't stop myself, I had to stare!

Every moment since, forever treasured
nights glowed on, your smile a star
Everything since that night measured,
love raced in deep, like a speeding car!

Now time has given me such great sorrow
Heaven welcomed your spirit on in
Misery my food, heartache my tomorrow
forever gone my lover, my great friend!

Glowing cloud on mountain top now dances
I gamble that climb and took my chances!

R.J. Lindley
Oct. 16th, 1973

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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In her life

	Of all the sorrows that so govern her generous heart,
	Her love is the most unfair thing breaks her apart;
	In her life everything is already signed and sealed –
	And she evermore solemnly griefs her soul appealed
	To cheat, to relinquish, or to commit suicide and die
	The death that shall liberate her of her perpetual cry.
	Has providence deserted her, so unkindly in all facets of life
	That she so feels old, unhappy and like a desperate housewife?
	For alone she weeps, breathless with melancholy; her pouring tears
	Desolate with bitterness, anger and incessant grief of discovered fears.
	Her heart is weak, her soul is weaker –her life is a scornful jest;
	No endless joy, or liberty of love	(a nice little girl by love depressed.)
	       ‘Tis hard to dissever when love & pity have been merged in dim,
	       When all that she wants is to love and to be fairly loved by him.

Copyright © Choene Alley Semenya | Year Posted 2015

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It Was Me, Mother

Mother, I pray for your forgiveness as it was me,
I had to let you go and it never leaves my mind;
It was me who made the decision to set you free,
I was the one they came seeking for papers to sign.
There was nothing I could do to change your fate,
I would have done anything even given my own life;
The decision was so difficult and it could not wait,
My heart was stabbed with a blood-soaked knife.
With each gasping, breath you took in this world,
I kept asking is there nothing that can be done;
Oh I hated what had to be, it still twirls and whirls,
I asked the Lord why, why did I have to be the one.
Can you forgive me mother, for letting you go,
You were so kind and sweet and I loved you so.

September 24, 2015

Modern Sonnet

For the contest, Forgiveness, sponsor, Craig Cornish

Fourth Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

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This Void

This Void

When the wind whispers your names in my ear
This void craves for a glimpse of your faces
Recalling times in a happier sphere
Now soured silently in empty spaces

And when drums pulsates your voices in force
This void yearns and grumbles for a tumble
As the teardrops fall, the mood changes course
While the resolve commences to crumble

And when the crescendo becomes unkind
This void hungers for specks of your being
To comfort the pain in this heart and mind
To make sense of this life without meaning

Though this bruised void accepts it is God’s way
Each summer breeze begets thoughts that betray

Penned by: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 25.08.14

In Memory of Andrew and Timothy

The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord.  Job1:21

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2014

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Deepest Cut Of All

Deepest Cut Of All

Conjure up soothing visions to delight;
sweetest triumphs parading over there.
Wound of love deeper, epic pain now slight
and images of angelic face so fair.

Jewels on sword she used to cut my hand
seeing the flash, feeling the awful scare.
So deep, up to golden hilt as was planned
images of her angelic face so fair.

Anointed blade, poison laying on its edge;
such finer cuts, never a saddened tear.
No deep remorse for her broken love pledge
even so, hurting heart still wants her near.

Blade easily slides back into its sheath.
Stone heart dances on my heart's broken wreath.

Robert J. Lindley, 11-09-2015

Poem Syllable Counter Results
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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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Time, It So Cleverly Slips Away

Time, It So Cleverly Slips Away

Time slipped, slipped into the sunset mist
looking back, I saw only half done list
There was that trip to a green island shore
never arrived there, missed so much more!

Time raced, quickly raced so very far away
Looking back, heart sinks into dismay
There was her hand, that touch forever gone
never gotten, was her sweet love alone!

Time fled, fled into that bitterly dark sorrow
looking back, heartache eats tomorrow
There was love, gathered at such a dear cost
never gotten, greatest treasure now lost!

Time, time why ever did you dare race me?
The faster I chased, the faster you did flee!

R.J.  Lindley
May 9th, 1990

Note-  today found out she passed away. Never got to say goodbye
Time cheated me, it shall now pay..

Old note presented with old poem because it reminds me the insanely foolish battle
I wanted while still drunk on whiskey!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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No Reprieve For The Lost, Battered Soul

No Reprieve For The Lost, Battered Soul

Night comes on, like a wolf after sheep
dark and ravenous, at a rapid pace,
horrific shadow prevents peaceful sleep
grim echoes bounce all over the place.

Midnight hour, signals its coming call
evil whispers sing a death chant,
Candles burning low in the castle hall
gloom rises up to blackness enhance.

No retreat, this battle always rages
stabs and cuts both victims endure,
Shields fallen, damnation then engages
bruised heart, this life remains impure.

No reprieve for the lost, battered soul
past sins, eat in deep, take their toll

Robert J. Lindley, 09-03-2015
Note- Could not sleep, this sonnet started 
and gnawed at me to finish it. 
Past memories cry out to be satisfied...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

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A Song for Juliet

When last they kissed, and passion's lease
bloomed brief and sweet, Sir Shakespeare's quill 
would set in motion a deathly chill.
For Juliet, he could not appease
to win her smile and would not release 
a tranquil tale...but did reveal
this tragic poem, where lovers fell
and would break our hearts with spellbound grief.

Behold, your eyes will weep for her,
and empty arms will flail, for him
Young lovers swept away, in love
Misguided youth that we hold dear
and through the years we pray for them,
as songs are sung by mourning doves

Their love, was a fever, sorely sought
Of passion's quest, she would requite
to bridge the wage of family strife
But, delusion,  rides deceitful plots
To think him dead, she had no doubt
Despaired, beyond her wildest thought
Disquiet of the heart cried out
And death, would dim the stars that night

Their song still lives, as stories will
Upon two graves, we linger here 
Such love divine, is ours to keep
A sonnet binds them, ever still...
A love that cannot be compared
While swollen hearts, with anguish, weep


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2014

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'Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death'

Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death;
I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth,--
devoid of joy from the time of my birth
and from the first draw of my infant's breath.
An outcast and a pariah among
the friended, I exist without the mirth
and glee of those born of happier worth,
esteem and prize,--O would that I belong!
Still, I am loved of my dear family
and most loved friends, my books, and by my God
and e'en by my most oft-read poetry.
These things I cherish, honor, and must laud
with gratitude and thanks religiously
and be content as worms in a blesséd sod.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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Waiting For Lonely Morning

You didn’t come that dreadful night
Or in the morning with the rain
Even through all my pain
You didn’t come, with all your light
You didn’t come to bring me might
And as though my loss were your gain
You didn’t come, you did refrain
From coming to take away my fright

And now my heart is cold and bare
And now you may come and see
That no love could be harbored there
And  this is what I will always be
Because you didn’t come and didn’t care

©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.

Copyright © Glory Winzer | Year Posted 2015

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Dead to Me

you're somewhere dreaming, breathing, walking still
and in the world of living you reside
in hurting and in maiming is your thrill
you will not let the pain and grief subside

somewhere in this old world you have a place
your do your daily tasks and visit friends
there is no trail to find you, not a trace
yet poison cloud of hate on you descends

you live oblivious to heinous crime
the rape and plunder of a trusting heart
on satin sheets you left your putrid grime
mixed with my blood that flowed from poison dart

So to my heart you're dead and buried deep
My tears have crusted dry; I cannot weep

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Pearl of La Paz

Oh pearl of the world, opalescent daughter of nacre
Venus borne up in a shell from the shimmering sea
Had I known your loveliness would be a trouble maker
So gladly, so happily, I would have let you be

A dream so richly rare to ignite a weak man's greed
A burning thirst that only having you could quench
By night we hide, they fire a shot and then my dirty deed
The thieves lie dead before me but still the pearl I clench

Juana keens a high and shrilling moan of deep travail
I rush to them.. What can it be that causes such distress?
My son, my Coyotito, so cold, so still, so pale...
I damn, I damn, this devil's jewel that I possess!

Ahead a life of emptiness, that no riches can restore
Into the sea, oh witch's spawn, your curse shall kill no more!

March 8, 2013. Based on John Steinbeck's novella "The Pearl".
Natural perfect pearls of good size are very rare and quite expensive.

Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2013

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Beautiful Lies

Beautiful Lies

One beautiful lie , an unvoiced sonnet
Words veiled with a crime that steals my hearts last beat
Slow turn of your mood shows me disquiet
With kisses warm and vulgar with deceit.

One pulse stills, our love was not the one love,
Just remains of a lukewarm cup of tea.
You steep and brood, one pineing the lost dove.
My broken wing lame, I fall into the sea.

Beautiful lies, my heart begs for your fires
To hear the words forged my way by anvil
Beautiful lies, hope grows dim and expires
Waiting for judgment by divine gavel

Tremble my lips , tears fall dry from my eyes
Protect me from madness, beautiful lies.

Copyright © Brenda Atry | Year Posted 2012

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God Only Knows

Your sudden departure caused glum wonder
A blow that was sinking deep into core
Panic and tough refusal grew under
Death by the final course was to blame for.
Fidelity is dug from a soft spot
His bittersweet timeline has proven such
Makes to think if love is worth the long shot
Little bit of drama for a soft touch.
Yet too forlorn to accept selfishness 
Detaching duties of a well-wisher
Comfort is given to a reticence
Ignorance to the acquired fresh blister.
My dear friend grilled upon reaching the cure
To after one’s own heart that was thought pure.

Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2015

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Kiss the Rain

I Kiss the rain for it hides the tears 
As they flow down my face
All the bottled up sadness and fears
They won't look out of place 

For no one can tell that I'm in pain 
How heavy my heart may be
When I stand up tall and kiss the rain
The drops will hide so no one can see

They say the rain will cleanse you
Just Like a shower or a bath
So I'll use the rain to renew
To Decide upon a new path

So kiss the rain when you need to
No one will know but you. 

Copyright © Jennifer Marie Oliver | Year Posted 2013

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The grief-stricken India

The rain-god bursts in Himalaya regions
With snow-covered mountains and deep forests
There’s  Kedar temple for Hindu pilgrims
Coming to worship the god in thousands
Sanctum Sanctorum inside the temple
Of Kedar revered by millions of Hindus
A bleak picture of purses, bags and shoes
All personal things lay strewn in ample.

Outside the temple vandals had free hand
Houses, cars and what not flooding in
Thousands of people dead or stranded
Millions waiting to hear about their end
There’s no right or wrong way to cope with pain
Time, can renew and permit you to mend.

Contest : Grief by Shadow Hamilton
9th place win

The Kedarnath temple, one of the four pilgrimage centre for Hindus world over, is in the Himalayas at the height of 13,500 feet. There was a cloud bursts and then heavy rainfall which was about 375 percent more than the benchmark rainfall during a normal monsoon. It is feared that 20,000 people have died. This happened around 14th to 17th June, 2013. There is a news now that the temple will reopen. On 1st of October i.e. after nearly 95 days. Surprisingly, there is no danger to the idols of the Deity Shiv or Nandi , the bull.

Please visit my blog, if you want to see the video clips on the tragedy

Copyright © Dr.Ram Mehta | Year Posted 2013

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Unbearable Beauty in Scarlett

I look at her picture ... she'll never grow old.
A feathered headband on her small, downy head.
The pain will lessen, that's what we've been told
but we've so few memories of a babe , now dead.

Scarlett of name, a moniker bold,
for such a wee thing, fragile and young.
She won't grow into the name, will never grow old.
Won't learn to walk or talk or ever have fun.

I look at her picture, tears brimming my eyes.
She sleeps so peacefully in repose.
They say time will heal but I believe it's all lies.
The grief that we feel, no one really knows.

Her unbearable beauty left scars on our hearts.
On the day God reclaimed her ... we all fell apart.

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2014

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Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!

Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013

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Ghost orchid

what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
his tears caused contractions for his heart to pulse
floundered, looking for loves heartache to clutch
whimsical solace of her essence startles his impulse 

 shouldering the bane of a kiss that foreshadowed trifles
kooky huh? how time unleashes emotions restrained behind pride
 losing his beloved inamorata to an admirer she mollycoddles
his heart became friable to the echo of her suicide

It was the absence of a note that left his worries unverified
what makes the heart feel for something it can't touch?
Now alone and without; a lovers heart is mummified
he will never love another as much

the “ghost orchid” has become her epithet
the rules of this game have changed, misère ouverte.

 I chose Bonnie Raitt “I can't make you love me” because when I listened to it it brought 
back memories of my childhood feeling second to my fathers work. His physical presence was 
always their, but his heart belonged to his work and still is. After listening to the song  5 or 6 
times I thought of the question, what makes the heart feel for something that it can't 
touch----like love, and went from there.

Copyright © Mark Taylor | Year Posted 2013

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Now picking up the pieces, 
From a heart full of bruises 
Dementia, pain and depression, 
Saturate my heart extension. 
She was a walking rainbow, 
I saw when the sun went low. 
She was a rare specie around town, 
Which I did not realize until now. 
Just like a sugary fleeting vine, 
Made she my life a tasteless wine. 
Every night I sit and ask the moon, 
Why did she have to leave so soon. 
I wish I could turn back the clock to gain; 
Her, I will be willing to take a bullet, through my brain.

Copyright © Jacob Osae | Year Posted 2014

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Acquainted With Grief

(Poetry Form: Sonakit)  - with Free Verse, or Blank Verse interspersed between the verses of the Sonnet.

I have been one brought low in grief
my bedfellow a monstrous thief
my spirit felled by thoughts of one
whose voice no longer sings the sun

Slow rain began, plopped on dead leaves
dripped on my shoulders through my hair

felt not the heavy rain drops there
yet felt the crush of darkness near
not darkness brought to us by night
nor dreary sky from lack of light

Warm memory pushed away the now
of how we strolled here hand in hand

I walked beyond the path we shared
and nursed the pain I’d not been spared
day unto day consumed with dread
at home awaits an empty bed

adverse to point my steps toward home
and haunting dreams of flashing eyes

now closed in silent death-mask font
forever blind to need or want


Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2015

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To be innocent is to be entirely unknown, even to oneself.

- Djuna Barnes

I am free at last to be silent, to lap
In the quiet of your promise of promise
Like the pear tree in the garden which feels
But does not ask, why such beauty here?

On rainy monsoon days locked in
Wanting to explore the sea and the galaxy,
The tree beseechingly asking the rain,
That I may not be gauged from your gaze,

To be by one companion remembered,
Name scratched out on the asylum walls.
As I was cancelling out ideals
I saw in the forest the tumult of life.

The remorse of a nymph once a virgin,
The stars were there, but of accidental origin.


Copyright © Rosemarie Rowley | Year Posted 2015

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On a Death in the Family

We buried her in a hole in the ground.
It was her final, resting place—poor Mom!
Shaken, I wept but my siblings were calm.
Only I appeared distraught and unsound,
overwhelmed at the sudden loss I found
too great to bear. It was like a huge bomb
had exploded in our lives—like napalm!
There I sat. My grieving tears were profound.
It had been an upsetting funeral.
We buried her on a cold, wintry morn—
all there knew their places on arrival.
Among them I wept, so tearful and torn
during the service and the burial.
In the end, I felt so dead and stillborn.

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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The glaring sneering Sun has
Beat me down to the pavement.

The hot the heat
The flaring has won.

The. Violent engagement beastly
Perspiration beseigement

Beaming steaming gleaming
Dazed AMAZED seeking shade
From deathly rays.

Prone to bemoan the scorching
Phase of days of UNFALLING RAIN

Nick named SMOKRD AND turned
Churned and burned

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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In Memoriam

In Memoriam

Black tulips adorn her favourite vase
At this dinner table set up for one.
Her face distorted as if hit by mace
As she displays the medals he had won.

A clowder of black cats wail on the wall,
Emulating Chopin’s funeral march.
His parents just lie there and their eyes bawl
At the cenotaphs under the tall larch.

The thunderclaps join in the gun salute
For treasured sons returned in body sacks.
These are cold facts that one cannot refute 
Unless on haunting stats we turn our backs.

With their memories embossed on a plaque
Those stars and stripes are all now painted black.

Contest: I love rock and roll
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler

Upon hearing of Peter Kassig’s beheading
Paint it Black
The Rolling Stones are touring Sydney

Copyright © Ronald Zammit | Year Posted 2014

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Shadows Of Yesterday

~~ The bottomless pit of time, days long past, memories like tangled vines of a jungle, rampant foliage, leafy ferns to grasp. Rotting, flowering parasites struggle, for life, like an unfinished masterpiece, I thrust grief into the misty tangle. Grasping for something beautiful, for peace, in the inky shadows of yesterday I dance with sorrow, crying for release. Within this maze, this labyrinth, I pray, mourning for yesterdays I cannot change, I twirl, swirl, waltzing amongst trees, I sway. I tremble in soundless silence of dreams, only waking, do I hear my own screams. ~~ July 9, 2013 Terza Rima For the contest, Terza Rima Sonnet

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2013