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Best Poems Written by Pat Mccombs

Below are the all-time best Pat Mccombs poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Black Dragon

The black dragon of the eternal night
Flies over the world of light
It walks the earth enraged
Finally free of its cage
It drains the light from the sky
All that lives is sure to die
The bonds have been broken 
The gates of karrin are now open
The blood will run deep
People will forever deep
But a sword will emerge
To enact a purge
To slay the dark
To erase its mark
We cling to this bead of hope
As we measure our rope

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Home

Cursed by geography
By Latitude 
And Longitude 
Enslaved by History 
Ground drenched with blood
Corrupted by ghosts 
Toxic down to the bedrock

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Insomnia

At the height of my sleep deprivation
I saw the sun rise two times in one day  
And my brain cried out in desperation
As all my thoughts remain in disarray.
My blankets are trying to smother me.
I've memorized the cracks in the ceiling. 
I just need for my body to be free,
To escape this never ending feeling 
That I will always be trapped in my mind
Haunted by the ghosts of my past mistakes 
Unable to face the world I will find
When this fever eventually breaks.
Only in my dreams do I find my peace
That is where all my anxieties cease

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Train Cars

Everyone you see is the main character of their own story
With their own plots and supporting casts 
Friends are just people with overlapping narratives 
That's why train cars are fascinating to me
The entangling of so many narrative threads 
So many people that i'll never see again
We are a series of rivers 
Thousands of tributaries flowing and converging 
For a single shining moment

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A Winter Kiss

All our words wear winter clothes
Leaving little to expose
The weak sunlight taps on your face
Slow motion seems to be the proper pace

The air is heavy and deep
A stare we love to keep
Snow falling like fluff
sometimes words aren't enough

We stand in the cold 
Waiting for our story to unfold
We don't feel the wind blow
Only our warmth flow

Under the dim sun light
Only your blue eyes are in sight
My lips in warm bliss
As we share a winter kiss

A warm breath we share
Its a little bit to much to bear
She pulls away, eyes dancing
She gives her house a glancing 

She speaks in a quiet voice
We don't have a choice
She pulls away
She can't delay

She give me a shining smile
I stand there for a while
the warmth still there
I trudge home half aware

I lay in my bed
I feel half dead
Smile still on my face
I drift to that familiar place

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Traveling Salesmen

Revolution is knocking at the garden gate
With pitchforks and spoons to guard against fate
The people drench me with milk and holy water
And stare at me as if i slept with their daughter
I stand in white suit and a red tie
I look like a half decent guy
My hairs slicked back and my tongue coated in honey 
And i smell like old bars and good money
With a tattered old suitcase in hand
I try to get you to understand
You don't have to sell your soul
That isn't my goal
Just buy some new high quality oven mits
and don't throw a fit

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Discolored

Polaroids of the two of us scattered on the passenger seat
I drive down this endless highway
Everything seems to shimmer in the heat
A/C broken, windows down, Cigarettes in the ash tray
Bridges burning hot behind me,light the path
The car burning on fumes of hope and fear
The clouds behind me, thick with wrath
I drive towards the beach, i was never much of a romantic
I took you here once last year
We held hands an watched the sun sink into the Atlantic
I wonder what the hell drove me here
The memories haunt me like ghosts
All of them hidden deep in the vaults
But I am attracted to them like moths to a flame
I start wondering about faults
and who is to blame
And the what ifs and what might have been
Even the good times seem tainted
Discolored with anger and too much gin
All these memories and the picture the painted
All at the sight of dihydrogen oxide
They rushed forward like a flood
Overflowing my heart inside
I guess water is thicker then blood

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Novel Conversations

I wish I was a character in a novel 
My conversations would be meticulously crafted 
I would never be at a loss for....words  
There wouldn't be          long          awkward 
Silences 
                               Between sentences
I would never have to repeat myself 
I would never have to repeat myself 
I would never be unblurred 
No i  said misheard 
My thoughts wouldn't s-s-stutter right out of the gate 
Causing a ten word pile-up in my mouth
I wish I could make life more novel
I just want to trim away all the fat
All the conversational excess 
To get to the real meat of it 
Do away with all conversational trivialities 
And just move the plot forward

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Falling Asleep

Watching TV with the volume turned down
Your asleep on my shoulder wearing your night gown
Your fingers are interlaced with mine 
On the table there's an empty bottle of wine
Outside the rain pelts the glass
You subconsciously squeeze my hand as we wait for it to pass
A thunderstorm in the middle of spring
You're not used to this kind of thing
You start to shake and i bring you close into my chest
I hold you tight, hoping you would get some rest.
You wake up and i get the ice cream
and we talk about what we dream
We talk about what we love and what we fear
We talk about the things we hold dear
we talk about life and love
and the things up above
We talk until we fall asleep to the hum of rain 
and we hold each other and keep sane.

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Grey

All the colors swirl and mix
Becoming something grey that i can not fix
All colorless and shapeless and beyond definition
I wonder how it got in this helpless condition
The music stopped playing and children stopped smiling
And now its all office work and senseless filing
The grey offices with all the grey people inside
They all just want to provide
The blanket of grey clouds covers the light
And below them people move out of sight
The streets lie in waste and disuse 
And people live in houses of self abuse
Towers of videos and junk food are on the floor
You can't seem to reach the door
Its all seem so grey
All i can do is pray
That we can find some color