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Eccentric Eyes

Open eyed, long tearless, foul silvered orbs
have you no pity? The aqua tide rides dry.
Blind staring scorches, accusing twin barbs
who burrow inward, a destiny to decry.

Scattered rendering, puzzled pieces aligning;
"Please mercy has a place, why can't I cry?"
Remove the cataract veneer, stop my pining
"Have you no place for maddened souls such as I?"

Nailed to the boards you see a canvassed psyche
dabbed upon a casein shroud in hues most bright.
"How many lamp lit days will you seek to find me?"
The light betrays me and I live in eternal fright.

Eternities unfold in Lovecraft Tales 
upon the silvered side within my eyes; hell wails.


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | 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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The Pain of Night

She much preferred the days. In rays of sun
She’d wrap herself as if they were a shawl.
But quiet horror crept when day was done,
for Night closed in - a grim and awful pall.

That memory more easily suppressed
when sunlight drenched her soul came flooding in
as shadows loomed, and then a blackness pressed
into her consciousness the guilt of sin.

Though it was not a sin deliberate,
the Pain of Night arrived as if to scoff
at her for thinking that she might forget
the time she drove her car, then nodded off. . . 

How horrible that sight she can’t erase -
her victim’s young and bloodied stricken face.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Fire in the Heart

Forbidden, deep inside her heart it grew.
It needed only one spark to ignite.
Repressing it was what she had to do.
Extraordinary was the ember’s might!

Incessantly, she had been tempted till
No longer could she fight, so she gave in!

That man she’d been resisting broke her will.
Hotter, the ember burned beneath her skin.
Exploding with passion, she then was lost. 

How quickly by lust’s flames was she consumed!
Exquisite was the burning, but at what cost?
A deep regret soon rained down; she was doomed.
Rejected by the scoundrel and bereft,
The woman, alone and with child, was left.

Written April 28, 2016 for the ELEMENTS Part 4: Fire Contest of Brian Davey

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Inflicted Wounds

The wound inflicted, you will never see,
for it lies in the recess of my mind
Internal is the bleeding; let it be!
You try, but peace of mind you can not find

Who is the God you worship? Speak His name!
I want to know; does he condone this pain?
Is He the one who let you maim and shame,
and will he bless you for your proffered bane?

I wonder how you can to slumber yield
Does not your deed weigh heavy on your heart?
The things you've said and done are not concealed
Your conscience surely pleads amends to start

The wound inflicted you will never see
But there is One who sees inside of me

Eileen Manassian







Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016

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You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

Clear night sky once told me to yield
Hold your horses and be quite still
You are but a dot in a dirty brown field
Certainly nothing to give others a thrill.

Now go lay in a moonlit cave
head bowed and heart seeking relief
Give thanks for what I gave
and seek mercy for you are a thief.

You steal my beauty to heart with glee
yet return not praise and glory my way
Yes, you love deep what you see
but fail to ever give me proper pay.

What could I say facing such true accusations?
I simply bowed my head and gave sincere salutations.

R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1971 

Note- From my private journal. Written two years after my father's death.
I often wandered out into that barren brown field late at night to gaze at the vastness of the universe and ask why he was taken from me...
Soon with no satisfactory answer, I turned to hating the world with vengeance in my heart that continued for 18 long and painful years ..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Farmers Wish

FARMERS WISH 


Woke up this morning with the sun in my eyes
Wishing for rain in the clear blue skies
We’re faced with a problem every single day 
Our stocks are all dying right were they lay

Tanks are all empty once again, bore’s all dead & dry
Banks want more money, but lord how I try
Year after year praying for rain
Hail Mary, my prayers are in vein

I can remember when I was a boy 
My dad and his dad too, had so much green
Had so much green green grass

We used to play and swim in the creek 
But all that I’m left with is barren ground
More dead sheep, stacked ten deep

I can’t give up not while I breath
Cause I’m a fair dinkum Aussie guy,
Who never ever gives up
Too much to live for before I say goodbye


So while there is food on the table and a beer in hand
I’ll keep on fighting for my home on the land
With my wife standing tall along my side
We’ll keep on fighting till the day we say goodbye

Copyright © Roger Hawes | Year Posted 2014

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If I Were Gone Tomorrow

Ice crystals form on a once dusty road
Taillights shining brightly amongst the smoke
The old tall oak bruised but still standing strong
A pickled blackened heart no longer broke

If I were gone tomorrow would she care
Remembering that I was always there
Standing by her side through thick and thin
My everlasting love would never disappear

That distant night she wouldn't believe
My heart was pounding loudly for her
Stabbing those stilettos deep into my heart 
Walking out, nevermore would my spirit stir

No amount of liquor could mask the pain
Finally, a dead heart will beat again



**Inspired by Nathan D's Junkie Heaven poem and a few late night texts from a friend drinking at a bar**

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

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A Demon Confesses

A Demon Confesses


I shun the light and do so cast the stone, 
rot the meat , ravenously eat the bone
Cut my way deep in every man that falls,
eat my thrills as my victim mercy calls!

Shadows, adorning my cloaks worn with pride,
once entered I rot the mind as I ride
Pain and agony my pets serve so well,
my purpose, sending 'em all right to Hell!

Long claws my daggers I do finely shine,
accept my gifts, your soul then is all mine
Dark laughter is my sweet joy letting loose,
long is you wail, your head is in my noose!

I too, serve my dark master very well
loyal demon, freed from the bowels of Hell!

Robert Lindley,
 no date- Edited today, shortened to a sonnet 
written so very long ago!

Note: 
A taste of dark,
demons a reality so very stark,
I write safely within this brilliant light
spewing truth out to win another great fight..-08/24/2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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A Tortured Love

A tortured love abides deep in her heart
A love intense and strong, fearless and brave
A love demanding all and not a part
A love that must descend down to her grave

It is a love that bears not rivalry
A love so pure, a love devoid of doubt
It is a love that thrives on constancy
A love that chases all contenders out

With heavy heart that longs for such a love
In flow of passion’s tide she seeks to swim
She cries out to her God who reigns above
And yet there is no sign, her hope is dim

She will not live her life in tortured time
And so she hopes for death, relief sublime

Jade

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Silent cries

My silent cries were not heard by deaf ears;
absent was the compassion, none came forth
to ease the pain expressed over the years,
to question the merits of my life‘s worth.
How to cry out, aloud, when sound is numb?
Words not spoken, but the actions taken,
became known for all; to despair succumb,
with silent looks, left alone, forsaken.
If not for the courage of ways taken,
the expanse of silent consent, life’s end,
aspired the intent of a mind shaken,
but instead, on nature’s fortunes depend.

Life will take its course, although tears and pain,
will persist, but through the pain, love will reign.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Literally A Sonnet About A Hornet

Oh buzz off you crazy crazy hornet
Trying to land here upon my buttock,
Here I am eating my crispy cornet
Lazing naked in my garden hammock.

Tried to coax it with my berry ice cream
But alas it seems unprepared or blind,
Dancing upon an invisible beam
Homing in on me with a one track mind.

Could it be I’ve enhanced the essence air
With a gross wind to further relieve me,
Or is this a mock symphony of flair
Of a Britain’s got talent “Bumble Bee?”

His “The classical flight” winning first prize
In pain my swelling one hell of a size!

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2015

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Pain and Ashes


Oh, speak to me of love, said Pain, now come
Draw up a chair and look me in the eye
Her limbs move slow, by sorrow frozen, numb
All nerve and sinew wracked by silent cry
Sit down, said Pain, the fire is hot and bright
And we must talk, for you have much to say
Not now, she begged, have mercy, not this night
Please let me speak of love another day
She feels the fire’s scorch upon her face
As devastation sears and burns within
We must speak now, said Pain, there is no place
Nor corner left to hide in; so begin…
She sits in silence as the fire flashes
Till morning finds her, sat with Pain, and ashes

by Gail

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015

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A Place No One Likes to Be

I know a place; no one likes to be there,
yet nearly everyone I know has gone
to sit with trepidation in a chair,
and then reclined, each person sits and drools
while helplessly they stare up at the face
of someone who is cramming too big tools
inside their mouth, which has too small a space -
too little space to have to let inside
large forceps or that vacuum that lets pass
the grime collecting in mouths open wide!
Perhaps some go just for the laughing gas!
But go we must - and sit still for the drill,
enough sometimes to make a grown man ill.

Written June 17, 2016 
for the If it hurts so bad, why do we do it? Poetry Contest of  Silent One

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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The Gift of Eros


The Gift of Eros

Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd and constant noise
In summer heat, in neon and the night
He aims his slender bow with perfect poise
Aloft flies Eros; underneath his feet
As shadows of the Circus slowly shift
I contemplate my own love, bitter, sweet
The wound that Eros wrought in me, the gift
And as I turn my tears up to the sky
A pigeon drops an arrow in my eye

by Gail



















Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015

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In Prisons Brimming With Their Tears And Lost Gold

In Prisons Brimming With Their Tears And Lost Gold

Where does man heal his tired soul when old,
in black castles brimming with sad tears and gold?
Along rivers that ooze of his stinging dark pains,
imprisoned in shades of his misery and stains.

Lord knows we made our foul and blackened beds
filled them with savage cuts in our hard heads!
While we danced with world's greatest deceivers
in our shallow joys, begged we to be receivers!

Now our wicked souls cry for that sweet kindness
rare gems we cheerfully tossed away in our blindness
O' how we now beg to be given greater goals
such that will never again tarnish our weeping souls.

Where do bad men redeem broken spirits when old
in prisons brimming with their tears and lost gold?

Robert. J. Lindley, 4-23-2016

Note- Finished today, original started in May 1986...( a fragment)
Titled -- Dreams and Memories Lost, A Sad Look Back.
PARTS 1,2, and 3

This is part one. Parts two and three are both fragments-to be finished before I die--
if my muse leads me to the water to thus drink again..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Dream Forever

Thee, are my deepest emotions; taken beyond; my control.
Thou do express love; sweeter; than view of sunshine.
One single touch, from you, feels so fine.
No thoughts of your face would ever console.
Desires; that when I see you, I fight to control,
My heart; is blinded by numbers more than nine.
My soul is bound to you with more than twine.
Thee taketh my senses, beyond, compression of coal.

My blustery habits; are taken; when I see thee, with him.
Coal contracts to brilliant diamonds from pressure, we are told.
My heart aches for thou, under the pressure of seeing his kiss.
No brilliancy of any treasure shines; only a full moon goes dim.
My desires are real; though they have no growth; in gold.
Thee, shall be my dream forever, though I shall have no bliss.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013

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A BLESSED CHILD

When you miss a child,
Of your very own,
That is your flesh and blood,
You begin to wonder,
Where did you go wrong,
In your own life,
Instead of looking,
At the beautiful life,
You created,
This you must remember,
So many of the difficult times,
Cause of the times you did share together,
For your children will remember more,
Than you really want to give them credit for,
And they will always remember you,
As their loving parent,
For loving them so much,
More than you will ever know,
And you will never forget them,
Just as you hope,
You will never be forgotten,
From their lives,
Forever more,
As well.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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A Stone in the Cold 4

The thicket moves, my aim must not waver;
with strengthened arms I bend my bow of yew:
My eyes pierce the brush, intent to savor
the sights of a good hunt, an arrow true.

The bracken parts, rattling, empty sighs;
My draw fingers quake from the constant chill.
My quarries' breath floats to the clouded sky,
my own breath muffled as I track my kill.

Overhead, an arrow in deadly arc
speeds toward the bear I'm seeking, still as stone;
A shadow moves, the arrow strikes its mark.
The hand that loosed the shaft was not my own.

I am a man shadowed; death comes knocking:
The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking. 

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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Bloodshot Eyes

I saw her sitting there looking real sad Tears that flow down her wet face very bad Each teardrop exists with some great moist streaks She has a violent reaction so bleak Tears move from her bloodshot eyes down her cheeks Quickly flows at first, then slower it seeks Looks for that way out from the pain she holds Love is what she seeks now, out from the cold I surely give her some space she desired Then I break this silence as she required She reached out to me as I approached her Her tears slow down now, they almost defer Her face is tenderly wet from the tears We’ll hold each other for many more years Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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See And Feel The Pain

Do you not see them gathering in the mist
Believe it or not all of you are on the list
Have you they by the throat yet you have not choked
However this does not mean you are not roped

Each morning you wake up from the cup you drink
Yet only one truly gives power to think
Continuing to live as the slave you made
Drawing your last breath before taken by blade

Many fall to the ground world wide every day
The majority all stand looking away 
As the thief approaches your will, will comply
Soon that day will come when you will not deny

The next time you here the sound of heavy rain

Let it serve to remind you of all human pain

Copyright © Steven Henderson | Year Posted 2013

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The Wounded Heart

A wounded heart cries, fills its lonely glass
Held, caressed by the anguished hands of sorrow
Hoping memories last, as tears trespass
To rebuild the temple love did borrow
Pouring eyes awash in long thinning streams
Their sadness a relentless rolling wave
Upheaval from within choking the dreams
Leaving nothing to remember or save
Lost in the rushes and chained to the pain
The heart is bleeding from wounds it conveys
While scattered momuments crumbled from strain
Lay dying, in the garden of yesterday


To find one breath shared with the pain now kept
And feel the wounded heart when love has wept

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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Tears

At times we all need a good cry,
To let loose what's been bottled up inside.
A single tear is all it takes to release the hurt,
The tears give us some kind of comfort.
Just a single drop of water is all it takes,
To try and heal the wounds from a heartache.
A single tear can hold so much pain,
Misery or from happiness you've gained.
Fallen tears from the people we loved who've died,
The only thing we can do is cry,
Tears from moving on and saying goodbye,
The memories you shared and you're still asking yourself why.
Tears hold so many emotions,
Sometimes tears show what  we fail to mention.
Tears are like waterworks that come pouring out,
Often we have to ask what you're crying about.
Tears cleanse the soul and ease the mind,
It helps to leave all the sadness behind.
Tears from being in love are great,
And for that there's no reason to debate.

       May 09, 2014
~The One and Only~

Copyright © Pamela Bland | Year Posted 2014

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''When bipolar I sometimes feel like God''

When bipolar I sometimes feel like God,
like Superman or the world’s savior;
the rush from feeling like a demi-god
makes me believe I am a conqueror,
like another Alexander the Great.
Then I’m flung to the pits of Satan’s Hell
when my wild moods then suddenly abate
(and rapidly cycle) that I cannot tell
the bottomless, infinite lows apart
from the ecstatic, Olympian highs.
These shifts in mood, subtle at first, outsmart
me as my disquiet intensifies.
      Most of my life is spent between these two
      poles of the spectrum—if you only knew!



Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2015

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Our Love

My love for her was oh so strong;
Her very love defined me;
I thought our relationship would be long;
Now its gone, lost like a sailor at sea.
Her beauty was as a goddess;
I am not sure how we even came to be;
But as it turns out I was less;
She got bored, went to men other than 
me.
This act destroyed my very soul;
I was crushed, heartbroken, and alone;
I've gotten over this, I'm better 
than before;
Now she's apologizing, now she wants to 
atone.
I don't know what she thinks she sees;
That miserable woman won't be getting 
back with me.

Copyright © Ostin McLahne | Year Posted 2013

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The Pain of Night

I searched for you in night's dimmest light
and found loneliness crying in the dark
A soft moon rose covered by clouds in flight
Silent and traveling its nightly arc
This companion listened, but never heard
As words poured over curled lips of sorrow
Each questioned reason became unassured
Quickly lost in answers of tomorrow
In the pain of night broken hearts disown
and bargain with darkness that surround
As thunder rolls far in the soul alone
Storms begin to overwhelm and confound

Could I have given better understanding?
Could you have given love less demanding?


contest The Pain of Night
3/4/15

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015

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Not Enough

To in love with him but playing his heart,
don't know what i want from love,don't know how to love with my heart.
don't know how to love with my heart,
i love with mind.


Afraid to love with my heart,
afraid of the consequence that might come with it.
Not enough to love him,not enough to love myself
not enough to love another soul,afraid to be hurt again
the love one that once loved me said he`ll never hurt the soul and heart that love so dearly.
to much in love with I'm that i was playing his heart.

Copyright © Ahnye Thrower | Year Posted 2014

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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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Beautiful Scars

She sometimes hears him moaning in his sleep,
and if he wakens, often he shows shame
to have his woman hear him softly weep,
“I should have died instead, for I’m to blame.”

He coughs (from scars inside him). His wife aches
To know her husband carries in his heart
a pain as deep as that large scar that makes
folks stare at him!  Oh, guilt and pain depart! -
She screams inside her brain, but they do not.

She cradles him, this great big brawny guy,
a hero fireman who so bravely fought
as ashes filled a blue September sky.
Oh, how she wishes she could make him see
how beautiful, with scars and all, is he!


written Nov. 23, 2015 by Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Once Love Has Died

Once love has died it cannot be revived
Sweet sentiments are sadly laid to rest
From memories no pleasure is derived
The broken heart is vanquished in its quest

Unnurtured love will quickly fade away
Much like a wilted rose unquenched of thirst
Or flower of the sun cloistered of ray
Affections die when they have not been nursed

I tried to warn you that my heart was sore
My tears a testament of grievous plight
You did not hear my plea for something more
And now my love is veiled away from sight

To resurrect my love is no mean task
For miracle of life my heart does ask

Eileen Manassian Ghali

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013