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Gentle Summer Rain

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.



--------- 8-29-13

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013

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my existence is of no importance

Life has become a monotonous task Still I am haunted by ghosts from the past Great pretender - you only see the mask Memories linger-how long will they last? Traumatic pain results in constant fears I show no emotion nor do I dwell Society mocks the man who sheds tears because of this, I shelter in a shell This heart of mine has mutated to stone It wont love again it cannot be cured I'm content in solitude - all alone All faith is lost, nothing can be restored Life is just an artificial substance My existence is of no importance Fictional The Silent One 7 October 2015

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015

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SHADOW OF JEALOUSY

SONNET – SHADOW OF JEALOUSY

Oh, those woeful shadows of jealous ways
precarious villain for reasons dazed,
poisoning the longing love‘s lasting days,
without confidence to chase love hazed.
The shadow of jealousy dimmed the light,
darkened every dawn and day with anguish,
torment with false accusations incite,
suffering distress ruling to languish.
Jealousy! That mortal weakness of mood,
destroying virtuous dawning passion,
love’s purity with innocence pursued,
led astray from feelings of compassion.

Why? Why was my trust in you forsaken,
the trust in myself, my self-worth shaken.

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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She's Always Drawing Mermaids

She’s always drawing mermaids, and they bear
resemblance to their artist, for each one
is but a girl. Dark, wavy, thick, long hair
hides pre-pubescent breasts; Elysian
the islands drawn for all her mermaids seem . . . 
so different from her own reality. 
The islands that she colors are her dream.

She also yearns to swim the wondrous sea.
She’d have a mermaid’s iridescent tail . . . 
No place between two legs to cause her shame!
She’d be a strong free mermaid, but she’s frail,
and so she sketches dreams she cannot claim. 
Her mother sees each picture that she’s drawn,
yet fails to see her daughter's joy is gone.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011

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The Preacher's Son

A lonely figure twirls itself, concealed
by blades of wheat as clouds float through the sky.
The form, a boy, looks up from golden field
and sees the clouds as wedges of cream pie.

He hides despair as if it were that wart
beneath his sleeve.  A no-fuss, lonesome lad,
he thinks of things most wonderful to thwart
forlornness. . . He rehearses being glad.

Skipping to the thicket, near a brier,
he spies some lovely flowers; standing there
he uses the demeanor of his sire,
pretends to hold a Bible, thumps the air. . .

and preaching to forget-me-nots, the boy
imagines what might be. . . imagines joy.


For Chris' Anything goes!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010

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DESPAIR

SONNET – DESPAIR

Despair! With loveless life lost in my head,
shadowed by mind’s false pretense, thoughts in strife.
Loneliness! An emotion which I dread
without love, left is a meaningless life.
In my mind, my confusion despising,
with regrets of jealousy‘s abstraction.
At break of day a new day arising,
without hope to renew failed attractions.
Without love, without life, I cry in pain,
disenchanted of my life’s respect to share,
love’s ecstacy, but instead once again,
I befall to the darkness of despair.

Despair! The last feeling before life’s end.
Lost is a lonely heart that did not mend.


T.J Grén

31st March 2016

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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Abandoned Flowers


Abandoned flowers placed against the wall,
stems bent and twisted, limp and on display.
In long, straight row they line the gloomy hall;
these wilted gems now spent, no role to play.

Some showing with their blossoms barely raised
and others hang on weakened stems so low.
In varied ways, their languishing is phased;
decaying flowers lined up in a row.

Abandoned flowers there against the wall,
their colors dull and dry like winter grass.
What once stood straight now lies in wilted sprawl;
they stab the heart of visitors who pass.

Abandoned with no sunshine in their skies...
in worn wheeled chairs, await their slow demise.


Sandra M. Haight

~1st Place~
Premier Contest:  Poem Ending With A 'Chilling Twist'
Sponsor: Frank Herrera
Judged: 09/11/2016

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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LOVING HER WAS ANOTHER

SONNET – LOVING HER WAS ANOTHER

Ill at ease, uneasiness churned my mind,
hesitant suspense to seek awareness
to ease the qualm, face the moment to find
what possessed the change in virgin fondness.
A trembling moment of truth, to smother
the passion of love, piercing through the heart.
Gone was she; loving her was another,
at that urgency my world fell apart.
A heavy stone fell on my heart, to weigh
down the reverie to depths of distress,
for fervid lust the virgin love betray,
to lonesome dimness, loneliness regress.

The flame of love, smoldering passion ashed,
head down bowed I reversed away, abashed.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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Burnt Into Ash My Sad Soul Looks Far Back

Burnt Into Ash My Sad Soul Looks Far Back

In youth, my spirit was a climbing vine
dressed in green leaves upon white oak tree
Seeking light, I was walking a true line
in shade of path that was truly free

Storms weathered sheltering branches
bringing sun's hot beams upon my head
I sought more, took gravest of chances
of true love's blessing and being well fed

Once cast upon dirt and parched ground
my legs found needed strength to run
Racing winds sent that deceiving sound
soon, I forgot the heat of blazing sun

Burnt into ash my sad soul looks far back 
Long ago, in tree's top, I was once on track

Robert J. Lindley, 7-14-1999

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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STAND BY ME - EMOTIONAL WRITE

Oh my darling the news is so bleak I saw the consultant only last week Think we better start making plans See the vicar; hear the wedding banns All I’ve ever wanted was to be your wife For better for worse, through trouble and strife The consultant confirmed I’ll not last the year Oh kiss me my darling; just hold me so near Wedding plans float around in my head My dying wish is that we should wed Time is running out so we mustn’t linger I want your wedding ring upon my finger A simple ceremony, just as quiet as can be All I ask my darling is that you stand by me Submitted to Best sad poem ever II Sponsored by Laura Loo 01~14~ 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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Angels of Destiny

Angels of destiny, sunk in empty eyes so clear,
Angels of destiny, every day your fate so near.
Seldom has your little face been graced with a smile
Nothing strikes you funny as you search the garbage pile.

These angels are babies, little babes without a bed.
Every day their hands held out for just one piece of bread.
Dreams of hoping something, anything would be more fare
Praying maybe someone, anyone might care.

Poor poor angels I would love to give much more,
But I'm too busy keeping up with the guy next door.
I wish he hadn’t bought that new boat down at the bay,
Now I'll have to save to buy a bigger one some day

Angels of destiny sentenced to a life of fears,
Angels of destiny, I will just leave you my tears.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
09.09.2014
Contest The Poet II
Gautami Phookan
Theme: Leave you my tears
6th

Copyright © Brenda Meier-Hans | Year Posted 2014

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For a Sad Souper

Sad boy, could anyone mend what's broken, And dry your salty tears, but with a hand? Is there anything we haven't spoken, Is there anything we don't understand? We have taken the rope, but not the pain, I hope you know that we wish that we could. We'll be here for you, through sunshine, and rain; And if we knew how to help you, we would. I know that you're angry with all involved, And especially those close to your heart. But surely, some day, all will be solved, And you will thank them for playing their part. So please read this poem, with thought and care, Remember that we will always be there. ~ For D (you know who you are)

Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2012

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The Words I Cannot Say

The words I want to say but never do
remain inside my heart, a burning plea
to make a quick escape and reach to you
and make you come to see what hides in me

The aching lingers there from day to day
At times subdued, at times a raging pain
The tender flesh of heart, they eat away
Demanding voice, they are my living bane

The secret of my heart must dormant lie
For it cannot be known or see the light
And so I try to make the feelings die
but then like sun, your face dawns on my sight

My heart takes leave; my lips, they part to say:
“I’d die to have your love! Be mine today.”


Eileen Manassian Ghali


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Requiem

Released and slowly drifting to the earth,
the leaf departs her tree in mournful grace;
though both will live to see another birth,
none same will be returning in her place.
We meet as always in the space between
the branch's bud and parting leaf stem's end;
a tearful eye, a tugging force unseen
does will the laws reverse, gravity bend.
Enhanced though was the nearly naked tree
by springtime's bloom, her fallen trembling love - 
released to serve another destiny - 
in turn, will be the better than above.

Leaf falls to rest, and in her fading sigh,
she breathes to tree her final sad goodbye.

Copyright © Tracy Decker | Year Posted 2007

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TIME

SONNET – TIME

Time! Be it slow, be it fast, hope will last,
for a swift passing moment time stood still,
as in bygone days, with lost love of past,
ending all too soon, dawning passion chill.

On that fleeting chance when love is ended,
time stops still, for a heart in sadness dwell.
Alas, for a broken heart not mended
the world changes from paradise to hell.

What remains of time when dreams are shaken;
endless chains of torment through shaded eyes,
of bygone days, with memories taken,
and hope lost to discover love’s demise.

End of time, when love is gone, we must part.
Time! To heal the wounds, mend a broken heart.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Alone with his memories


Alone with his memories
 


He sits and wonders all alone, thinking
where has his life gone, not fun being old.
Had many friends with whom he sat drinking
boasting of love many secrets were told

Some who like himself can no longer walk
Need someone to push him when they have time
To sit on this bench, reminisce their thought
 a wheelchair replaces these legs of mine 

I wonder what is going through his mind
The laughter of friendship, honest and true
Putting the world to right, helped them unwind
A Penny for your  thoughts, please share them, do


So raise those eyes, look to the skies above
Smile at your friends, who are watching with love

Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2015

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Polaroid

No not the portrait when you were younger, my dear
Just a Polaroid snapshot at the beach that year
No earrings, no make-up, your hair was a mess
("So what? Got a problem? I couldn't care less!")
Brother-in-law behind you, muggin' like a fool
Our nephew beside him, tryin' to look cool
You had a little patch of sand on your chin
But oh, what a smile; what a wide, joyful grin!
Living that moment, on a rollicking high
Complete in the present, no when and no why

(Now you're tucked away safe in our own special place
So you'll always stay with me when I tremble and ache
Sometimes I unfold you when I miss you too much
Press you tight to my forehead and weep at your touch

6/8/2012



Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2012

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WE WALKED HAND IN HAND

SONNET – WE WALKED HAND IN HAND

Long had I waited for this day to come,
to see you, for my heart’s desire expand,
for my dream, and love’s pleasure to succumb,
as we walk through love’s garden hand in hand.
I touch your cheek with my fingertips,
tenderly, and your lips, oh so gently.
Enticed by those smiling pink-rosy lips,
gaze into your eyes, deeply, intently.
It came time to part, but instead of joy,
of days to come, love to share together,
words of goodbye, henceforth dreams to destroy;
left hanging at the end of love’s tether.

Tenderness, love’s gentleness spent in vain,
Affection’s cold chain, once more left in pain.


T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2016

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Love Is Too Blind

L anguishing in this sad torturing state
O nly my mind to rip me into shreds.
V acant of hope, she warned it was too late
E very day since my thoughts are in deep reds.
I nflicting the misery my heart needs,
S he left me with only this one sad choice.
T o cut my torn heart until out it bleeds,
O ver the sound of my lost wailing voice.
O pen your merciful heart my sweet friend,
B e my angel, return life back to me!
L augh and dance, do it all over again
I n that new paradise, we have that key.
N othing to lose and everything to gain,
D eliver my relief from this great pain.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-08-2016
Sonnet acrostic (tail-rhyme)- LOVE IS TOO BLIND.
Debbie's 6/6/6 challenge 
Number three


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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Yes, There Really is Monsters

Growing up as a child I never wanted to sleep alone
In fear of the darkness and most of all the unknown
“Mommy is there monsters” I would commonly ask
Her reply was “only on Halloween, the ones we see in masks”

Still not satisfied with her answer and questioning her some more
Asking her the same old thing as I did the night before
Frustrated and exhausted she finally took me by the hand
Looking under my bed, in my closet and even inside my night-stand

“So see my daughter the monsters are only in your head”
“It’s time to get some sleep me dear, now do as I have said”
Respectfully obeying my mother; my little body trembling with fear
Wishing the hour was morning, praying for “him” not to appear
 
But as the darkness faded and uncomfortable silence came about
I could hear the monster stirring, getting ready to come out
Hoping the noises I heard were only my brothers messing around
Pulling the covers over my head, hoping and praying not to be found

The footsteps getting closer, the monster is almost to the foot of my bed
I now can hear his heavy breathing, oh God how I wished he was dead
Quietly he lifts my covers back and lays down in the bed beside me 
Touching, groping and mauling, trying to cover my eyes so I cannot see

He took away my childhood and with that my trust and self-esteem
A pleading child without a voice, invisible as it would seem
So yes my daughters there are monsters, everywhere we look
Saying as I remember my childhood and everything he took

Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2007

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ONYX DREAM

I dreamed a black; an onyx lake
before the sun’s first dawning rays
its surface marble smooth and makes
no sound without the warmth of day

I saw myself; a ghost it seemed
stripped naked on the grassy floor
beneath the waning moon’s cold beams
just staring at the other shore

From far away a whip-poor-will
called lonely, just a sleepy song
it tickled in the morning chill
and broke the water’s pull – so strong

to slip into that silent space
where never lived a false love’s face

Copyright © Carolina Yankee | Year Posted 2013

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Sad Is The Heart That Never Loved

How sad is the heart that has never loved,
To be warmed by the fire of contentment.
To know wanted desires of your beloved,
While you sit alone in cold resentment.
How sweet the scent of a flower in bloom.
How warm each day awash in sun's soft light.
How dark your heart in its lonely room,
As you fade away in another night.
The heart yearns, so its wants and needs are met,
And searches to bond as wind to the leaves.
To float red in a glorious sunset.
Not shackled by one who never believes.

Love claims no purity or escape from tears.
It claims only desire, savored for years.

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015

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I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

I Force My Drink, Dark Poison To Swallow

Chastise me in my deep, darkest sorrow,
young lad of hopes and meandering streams.
I long for relief now not tomorrow,
or next year in lost fields of shallow dreams.

My goblet of pain it over floweth,
into forests of low hanging black fruits.
There I rage in my hurt, ill wind bloweth,
on this soul with misery in its roots.

I force my drink, dark poison to swallow,
cherished within eye of this bitter storm.
Life in tatters, this spirit now hollow,
darkness and wicked cuts the daily norm.

Leave me alone, in this coal black quagmire.
Lost am I, in hell's burning fire.

R.J. Lindley
May 17th 1977

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Note- AN OLDIE FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
edited today to meet ten syllable count and 14 verse sonnet form , original longer version stays private...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Silence

Silence of words, yet not the heart that yearn’d,
patronised by the one once so sprightly,
to shy away from friends, ardour adjourn’d,
treason for love, not to be judged lightly.
The speech of soft silence, not to be heard,
for fear of embarrassment, of laughter,
in a culture new, with words that are blurr'd,
silence of the heart remained thereafter.
Silent remain‘d the voice, but not the heart,
the heart wept, it cried for the one to hold,
for someone to hear, to become a part,
with a loving soul share a dream of gold.

Yet the words echoed in the hollow core,
not being heard; silence forevermore.


April, 2013

For contest: Any Sad Poem
Sponsor: Broken Wings

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Inside the Garret

Inside the lonesome garret, all was grey. He sat there thinking of his broken dreams - like how he’d planned to be so rich one day, and yet he’d failed at all his half-baked schemes. Tormented by the itch that went unscratched, he’d grown embittered by his circumstance. He loathed the one to whom he’d stayed attached, a foolish wife who yearned for mere romance! She’d loved him, rich or poor, which was no help! Her acquiescence made him hate her more. He smiled as he recalled her startled yelp; he looked down at her corpse there on the floor. His final thoughts were quite far from contrite. . . and then a single gunshot sliced the night.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2012

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That Day


On warm September day, so many years ago,
our home was then aboard a large Marine Corps base.
Expecting our first-born with new moms shared, and so
my neighbor, friend next door, came over to our place.

A favor she desired—to watch her newborn girl—
her little babe, just two weeks old, a precious one,
with chubby cheeks and rosebud lips, a tiny curl
upon her head—to babysit would be such fun.

Day after, all went well in early morning hours—
drank bottle in my arms then slept in her quilt bed,
bound snuggly in her wrap, soft white with pink flowers.
Before long, mama picked her up, and off they fled.
 
That next day haunts me still...in numb denial, mourn...
the overnight crib death of my dear friend's newborn.

 
Sandra M. Haight

~4th Place~
Premiere Contest: Denial
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Judged: 08/01/2016

~10th Place~
Contest: Dark & Twisted
Sponsor: Nathan D.
Judged: 10/13/2015

Form: Sonnet in Iambic Hexameter
True Story from September 1958 

Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015

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Pure love claims

As you brushed my love aside, with such grace,
you will always remain a part of me,
in my mind, in my thoughts, in my embrace,
with a place in my heart always to be.
Now when our looks steal a moment, you smile,
letting me know my effect lives in thee,
fulfilling the dreams vision, for a while,
hence for me to feel, for my eyes to see.
Strange friends past, present, forever to be,
sharing the awareness of love‘s virtue,
to remain apart, for the souls to see,
what love’s pleasures and treasures to pursue.

Knowing that the sweet purity remains,
feeling the innocence, as pure love claims.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Please Define

Define that fresh sensation once again
Thought to be missed while mellowing further
Define that shiver until one knows when
Tickled by touch as light as a feather.
Define that out of the blue expression
Brought as a smile amidst wonderstruck gaps
Define that itch to make an impression
Asked oneself if it may cause a collapse.
Define that strong desire to keep it close
Tried to hold off the longing within reach
Define that incessant praise as it shows
Felt the comfort to be part of such speech.
These feelings wished for more to discover
Though discouraged to be felt forever.

Define that jaundiced eye hidden deep down
Affected by delusions that must cease
Define that sleepless night tumbling around
Worried about its substance to decrease.
Define that gentle torture creeping in
Intoxicated by pleasure from pain
Define that risk taken for a good spin
Saw a dead end coming latched on a stain.
Define that sweet lemoning on the rocks
Denied the existence of falling out
Define that misfortune kept in a box
Considered as a sentiment no doubt.
These feelings wished for certainty to bite
Regardless, I still do not get it quite.

Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2015

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Once more forsaken

Stop my heart from weeping, crying love’s rain,
come hither at least in my daydream haze,
to feel for another, to stop the pain,
desiring to attract your loving gaze.
Perhaps not the beauty of innocence,
but that of kindness, although long taken,
forbidden, but in search of condolence,
the minds rationality was shaken.
Yet the heart needed mending, for all else,
the whispering heart could not be mended.
But naive was the youthful zeal, so false,
acts of lust not to be comprehended.

Leading with haste to a wrong course taken,
to suffer again, once more forsaken.



T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Mental Shoes

There is a delusional vision inside me
Full of eternal love and mental bliss
Is that vision so un-comprehendible?
For the vision now seems so far wretched

What is it like to live one day completely insanely free?
For I cannot remember the very last time 
My disease did not entirely consume me

Control and patience they say;
These remedies seem very far and few
For walk a path of insanity just once
Then you’ll see what it’s like
To walk a mile inside my mental shoes

Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2007