Time and time again,
broken heart and shattered dreams.
My eyes start to close and,
I hear all the retched screams.
I see the twisted faces,
the hatred they hold inside.
The eyes as red as blood,
all the anger they can't hide.
The sound of the screams turns my blood,
curdled like sour milk.
The faces fall away,
drifting like a scarf of silk.
I open my eyes once more
to find it was all in my head.
These memories they torture me,
they make feel...... dead.
Copyright © mathew mcwethy | Year Posted 2014
I know you, you're godless like me, and to the natives We Are The Wandering dead. Headless in sunshine, blind in the wilderness. I know you, you're the sister of death that's true. Your red lips caress mine as I choke upon embers. I'm awaiting life to be stripped from these bones. I smoke the feathers from the angels round here, and laugh with the devil. She sleeps at my feet. I found a home down here. She's the one who'll burn down the temple. She's the one who shall coerce the swarms. I know she'll do anything and more.
Copyright © Pauly Plaster J.R. | Year Posted 2014
So sad the dream of this sweet girl,
With wings wide I soar and glide.
End the deep, dark sad dream,
Etched in my young mind!
Time just stands still -
Dark my soul,
October 11, 2015
Acrostic - Infinitian
For the contest, Infinite Infiniatians, sponsor, Charlotte Jade Pettifoot
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015
When passion fails, love remains
Hills fell and thus will your obstacles
Even if it seems impossible
No one can withstand possibilities
Day after day try not to lose hope
Abilities pops up like mushrooms
Yielding to negativity isn't helping
Sooner we need to change our mind set
A day sets with new possibilities
Right now it's time i wake up and-
Erase the past that holds me back
Digging down my soul revealed a truth
Ambiguous visions translate to nothing
Rivalries suppresses innovative minds
Killing negativity gives birth to success
Finding my passion and dwell on it
Release the zest that keeps me hustling
Intimidation by success is lethal
Erecting a tower with positive things help
Neither the storm of disappointments can win
Destroying a clear vision is uphill
Surrender a vivid mission is cowardice
Active mind ignite uncontainable victory
Realization of a dream starts with one step
Endeavour to take a step forward each day
Fulfillment doesn’t limit industrious men’s vigor
Evicting indolent thoughts he does best
While they rest, i keep busy because I can rescue me!
Copyright © Bongani Zungu | Year Posted 2014
Could I not see such ugly drawn out choices.
Hollow I feel such nothing for people it is fear that feeds me.
Alone in this forsaken world with nothing to accept.
Order is such pain that it is nothing but chains.
Souls that bare nothing but lost cause to confusion is such utter mistakes.
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013
Woven lines patterned like the black widow's silk.
Resting upon the face and the hands.
Insidious, the crow perches on skin once like milk.
Nestled in laugh lines, the years' stark demands.
Kings and Queens reign, then they, too, grow old.
Looking back at all the scavengers stole.
Each wrinkle a regret, the grave dagger's dole.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
This poem was done without using the letter e anywhere in it.
A cold dark night
Chips off hard rain
On my car mirror
Long is this night
Dark as sin
Don't stay out this night
All stay in and out of harm
Rays of light show with morning dawn
Kava I will drink with lights ray
Not all I do will show
In first hours of the dawn
Guard fast your gifts tonight
Hold fast what is yours
This is a cold dark night
Copyright © Charles Reese | Year Posted 2014
D emonic creatures engage to unleash brute force
E scaping to attack is their only real course
V ile their menacing fangs that gnaw to replete
I nflicting extinction with plans to deplete
L eaving devastation - blazing hell’s valid source
B efore hybrid ogres set free beastly wrath
E liminating all life form in their path
A ll seems rather grim, with an outcome quite clear
S atan’s crony dogs release destruction - fear
T ermination completes ultimate bloodbath…
Copyright © 2015 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Ninth Place Winner ~ "In 5 lines or less # 1 (picture this” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: SKAT A
Dec. 27, 2015
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2015
So much obscurity with no sign of light.
Hope begs the question is there help in sight?
Past, present, and future are mangled in time.
Enters the Captain - buckle-up for flight.
Across the universe, passage bought for a dime.
A countdown begins; it’s the end of the line…
Cashing-in what is left of my mind,
Ready to reschedule this mission of mine.
Envy my trip but heed the sign:
The SPACE around his HEART is dark and sublime.
written:02/26/13 for SPACE Contest
Copyright © SM Koval | Year Posted 2013
Reaching to the sky in terror, another helpless victim of an
Inconceivable crime cries out for mercy. Blood curdles as screams
Pierce the night of London town. Who is the madman on the loose
Preying on the defenseless? The answer comes from hell…
Evil is lurking in every shadow. Do not close your eyes. The nightmare is .
Real, sinister, maniacal…No one is safe from Jack.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 10/16/13
For Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Contest
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2013
Quivering on the surface
Underneath is chaos
Inching too close now
Cesspool of disaster
Known to be deadly
Sinking, swim desperately
Activate survivor mode
Never believe you are infallible
Death can be the result
Vision is clouded
Opportunity to save self drifting
Relax don`t panic
Try to tread sand like water
Examine your surroundings
X-treme survival tactics
Sept 15th, 2013
Build Your Own Sand Contest
Copyright © Rick Zablocki | Year Posted 2013
Bleak and gloomy is this recurring dream
Long and raven falls my ebony hair
And dark and inky is the surreal unlit sky
Can I find my way out of this murky gloom, and
Keep the mournful, forlorn ghosts away
September 1, 2013
Written for the contest, I love Five!, Andrea Dietrich
Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2013
Mountain of Madness
Mystical powers of dark secrets live here
Ordinary people will change from the fear
Underneath the dirt is home to its demons
Narcissism is this mountains achievement
Terrifying crevices and hollow creeks
Anarchist climate not for the weak
Intelligence lives within its whispering winds
Nighttime encloses all men in sin
Omnipotent when you listen to unspoken words
Frightening in a manner that's quite absurd
Maniacal is its theme to which you relate
Agonizing in no memories as it captures your fate
Delirious you'll become if you travel too far
Numbing your mind in a mental spar
Echoes of everything to drive you insane
Solidifying its control of your meager brain
Silently you weep because you can't remember your name
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2016
Darkness my realm of forever seals my place.
A world that delivers my minds perfect face,
Remarkably my fantasy I cannot tell a soul.
Known only in the recesses of my minds goal,
A shadow follows my every move each night.
Now more than ever the moon glows so bright.
Demons not exactly, just my dream contrite.
My dream is to be announced upon a star.
Yes to be exclaimed upon universe so far.
Sealed and granted upon mystery flight.
Taken freely from my unglamorous sight,
I am the one that centuries have sought.
Calling for my dreams, nature never fought.
All upon the night, fantasy continues to grow.
Listen to the eve of darkness, you will know.
Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2014
Dogs barking loudly at night,
Even when you tell them to stop?
After midnight or early hours,
Despite you having called the cops?
Don't you worry, I've been there too,
Open-eyed and out of my mind.
Good thing I acted; now I can sleep;
So maybe the next pooch will be more kind.
Copyright © TE Andre | Year Posted 2013
Laying in my bed
There is nothing in my head
The night is growing mysterious
Time is going crawling by
I can see the pitch black sky
It’s silent every where
But I can feel the cool of the night air
I’m listening to the annoying tick tock sound of this wall clock
This still night made me realize, how lonesome we are
Just left in the lurch…In the middle of the night
Copyright © Kiran Bisht | Year Posted 2014
Netherworld eclipsing the land of the living,
Invading the space not owned by the dead;
Grim hues take the land with force unforgiving,
Happily forcing the living to bed.
The living sleep 'til the horizon turns red.
Copyright © TE Andre | Year Posted 2013
"this poem is not about what is written,but what is not written. . . "
Greyer looms matter's of the.....?
Beauty fades not there then.....?
Flowers live and die fact of ....?
A four letter word of endearment....?
A saddened stare like where the Red Fern.....?
Do not withdraw from the sunlight given by the almighty...?
The feeling active of letters four much like adores.....?
Speaking in second person sounds like and is...?
In the prelude I allude to this message to point to the truth
You cannot see air but it is there so beware
You do not have to walk into the total darkness
to see how dark the blackness is
Like gravity that holds you there how much more our Creator cares
Setting on shelf scoffing at the pain you do not see
The love that is and can be He just wants to set you free
ignorance of the law does not excuse
How deep the pain how dark is that blue
without Hope without God waiting to play the odds
Without knowledge must be total misery
as earthly beauty fades as the tree
a dieing thing without fruit
the growing sorrow does that suit
without hope of new life tomorrow
Here today and gone so to borrow
Not opening a door can be as bad as slamming it in your face
to see where true beauty is you run in place not seeing the grace
turn to the light dwelling in the dusk from the womb to dust
on your pedestal under your own glass
the fire that was given you smother to ash - john edaward beam - for The
Unwritten contest - 07/01/2011
Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2011
On a stormy night I awoke from a dream
to find that I wasn't there ,
was I awake or still in my dream
or should I even care !
My thoughts were all gone for something was wrong
for my room was upside down ,
patterns of chaos infected my mind
without making a sound .
A hot hellish breeze blew through my house
as devils danced in my head ,
For something wicked came this way
could it be under my bed ?
As sunlight poured into my room
I knew that I was alright ,
or could it be that my mind was gone
taken during the night !
Copyright © Larry Hays | Year Posted 2013
Embracing this low and calm fumes
Adopting these reserved maneuvering skills
Rehearsing my lines daily…hoping to perfection
I wish to be the extra prototype when the curtain rises up
I will majestically bow to the jury…doubting their frown
Here with me…will compose the best speech
With my specs; you will see an intelligent poet
Yet with my hands you will lay an author of the future
Now we are a little far away from the spotlight…
On the road we are pedestrians…of course Christians
Now we weep, now we creep out with terror
Last night I saw the fellow; he was a sad veteran
Weirdly he seemed killed already only that he wasn’t berried
Poor soldier; dead already just a moving corpse waiting for
An open grave…
So much I had wanted to tell him…when I stared at him wobbling
Zonked, I couldn’t help a tear from falling
The war had consumed so much of his good smiles and the blissful memos
When he embraced me…he whispered to my left ear and said;
‘Do you know how to pull a trigger aah!?’
I answered no…you should learn son as he sighed with discomfort
The was ache in his left leg…I loved him much he died the next evening
It’s always like that for me…
I am rehearsing my agony…so hurting
Copyright © Jacob Victuss | Year Posted 2013
Who am I, is who you are, confused, forever,
life is a bigger project, don't hold my hand cause I am clueless.
You dig your own tunnel and escape or stay locked with me forever,
suffer, cherish and let the cloud of our breath guide,
and make the world as beautiful as the strangers that we were once.
What caused heartburn was never a heartburn anymore,
on those dried lips, faint smiles & smell of the dust.
those winds of our memory healed the darkest.
Tales were told and retold, locking arms,
kisses, moans, & hair-pulling hugs,
ticked the clock of the midnight,
lovers melted in the glory.
Jealous daylight tried to spoil the madness,
but lovers fell asleep,
holding pictures of the past in their hearts—eternally.
Copyright © Pushpendra Pandya | Year Posted 2015
Bathed in darkness thick as cream
Linen-soft shadows fostering dreams
As dark cloudy swaths block out the light
Covering the moon in the midst of the night
Kids cower deeper under their sheets.
Copyright © TE Andre | Year Posted 2013
My Skin is Dark but my Heart is White which is a symbol of purity
Your skin is white but heart is dark filled with full of evil, wickedness and impurity.
Your mind is full of evil thoughts,
Your Mouth is full of curses, bitterness, lies, threats, trouble
And evil and hatred are under your tongue.
For out of your heart you are secret backbiter, slanderer, gossiper,
Hater of God, haughty, arrogant, jealousy and boastful.
Why do you hate Dark Skin?
For God loves the whole human race.
Why are you so ignorant to see?
God made us all different
God created everything different
So everyone can be different
Although we are different from others
We are still special in Gods eyes
Having different abilities, and different Gifts.
To me God's incredible grace is sufficient
You must have a good heart in order to understand
I don't think you will ever fully understand
We share the same earth, same air and same water
We share the same moon, same sun, same sky and same rain
And we are all created by the image of God
No color is better than the other
God wants us to value each other.
Sin and arrogance have divided us from one another
All the things God creates are in perfect harmony with each other
God cares for all and He doesn't like it when people are mean to each other.
Bible says we are given a new heart and a new spirit.
Put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness
Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, but the LORD weighs the heart
Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God.
Copyright © Shaila Touchton | Year Posted 2016
Nightmares (An Acrostic)
Nocturnal spirits do intrude
Invading peaceful solitude
Ghostly demons devour sleep
Horrid thoughts in your mind creep
To leave you trembling in your bed
Morbid thoughts swirl in your head
An ambiance that makes you tense
Repulsive visions make no sense.
Every night dozing, dreaming
Suddenly awakening, screaming
Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2014
B east trio ,in front the leader is king kong
E erie,misty,demonic figures eyeing with reddish hues
A rmy of black ,gigantic hairy statures
S tand all armoured in battle to confront
T eeth snarling for enemies to destroy.
For poetry contest”In 5 lines or less#1”
Copyright © Rizwana Bhurani | Year Posted 2015
A is for Absently staring at you,
D is for Dazed thorough and true,
A is for Agony coming undone,
M is for Maybe you might be the one.
A is Arousal my body's on fire,
D is my deepest most hidden Desire,
A is Allured, enamored to sin,
M is Magnetic pulling me in.
A, I'm Angry you cheated you lied,
D, i'm Dead feel nothing inside,
A, i'm Addled don't know what to do,
M i'm Madly in love with you.
Copyright © Conn Walsh | Year Posted 2012
Who ever saw the fires of hell would be able to attest
It’s burning from the centre to the peak;
All the mountains are covered with the heavens blanket
Where will i ever see a mountain this high?
Our buildings look so small;
How did this splendid art form
The olds call it the work of god
The pagan say it the power of nature
The face is wrinkle not of age but,
The burning tears of sorrow
I see swallows flying motionless
I look at the flowers that give its beauty
It’s beyond those plains where they walk tirelessly
Even the scorching sun has no effect
Evenings covered by strife in families
Nothing looks to be affecting the lilies
Neither the awls cannot complain
But to I it’s burning like scorching furnace
The tears that have made the face a playing ground
This is favour they are giving to the grief
These are tears of salts mix with despair.
Copyright © Zakhe Michael Mcunu | Year Posted 2014
Stay true to love ‘though ebbs and flows may come;
Take hold of joy and treasures it may hold.
Allow not sin or sorrow find a home,
Invest your heart in beauty, peace untold.
Resist death’s grip, remember pain will pass;
Wake filled with hope, embrace the new-lit morn.
As night gloom falls, dark spirits may hold fast
Yet dark will fade into a day fresh-born.
Trust memory to keep you safe from harm,
On its sweet wings find peace in times of strain;
Trust each refrain to sweep you in its arms.
Have faith in friends, let family ordain
Each stumbling step will finish in a dance.
Stay true to love, its promises are dear;
Take hold of joy, give life its proper chance
And let no man invest you with his fear.
Raise up your eyes, in heaven stake your dream;
Stay true to love and life you will redeem.
By Deb Radke for Linda-Marie's contest 'Stairway to the Stars'
Copyright © deb radke | Year Posted 2012
We were taking our nightly walk in suburbia.
Every evening after dark, the same routine-
Well, that night we were in for a surprise
Every light in the neighborhood went out!
Right then, I slipped off of the sidewalk.
Excruciating pain radiated from my ankle.
Even though I could see nothing, I reached.
Never had I felt so helpless, in my life.
Just when I was about to lose my balance again, I felt his hand.
Obviously, he saw that I needed help, I, screaming loudly.
Yet, again he calmed me, pulled me close, and held me.
I knew we had to look at my leg.
Not that it was broken, but probably sprained.
Getting home seemed like it would be impossible, ominous.
Strongly, he shouted, “Come on, we’ll make it if I have to drag you.”
To my surprise, I felt his big hairy hands grab me.
Right as I was about to sink to the ground again,
Over his shoulders I was tossed!
Like a sack of potatoes, I hung there…not walking.
Laughing inside because I knew I was safe with him,
I clung on for dear life!
Not knowing what was next, and scared.
Ominous thoughts began to flood my imagination.
U. F. O. s appeared in my mind’s eye…abduction!
Reality turned fuzzy.
Nuclear invasions by aliens seemed factual.
Explosions boomed all around.
I Screamed, not with pain, but with terror.
Gasping, I cried, “Get me out of here! “
Blackness everywhere and he looked at me weird.
Oh, how I wished for a flicker of light.
Raw fear was overpowering reason.
He, on the other hand, seemed to brave it well.
Often, in the past, he had shown courage, too.
Oblivious to the real world, I pounded his back.
Delighted to be safe, although half upside down!
Just then, he started hysterical laughing.
Usually, he was calm in every situation.
So, I wondered what was going on.
Terrible thoughts intruded; even shadows frightened me.
Practically frozen with fear, I could hardly breathe.
Afraid my heartbeat would be heard.
Sane, but wondering if I were crazy.
Trying to talk, but my voice kept cracking.
“Desperately,” I shouted, “Look up in the sky!
Aliens are coming to get us. We are going to die!
Reassuring me, he said, "You are going to be all right.
Keeping hope, he took me down the dark streets to the hospital!
©February 18, 2011
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011