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The Great Abyss

I walk in silence as I defile
Chasing circles with a vixen vile
Only the shadows know my pain
For I walk in silence of slumbering shame

With solitudes of the fortress built
I walk in silence with a gainful guilt
No tomorrows for the sorrows sing
For I walk in silence with a sinful sting

Tears that build an ocean view
With crying clouds and a haunting hue
I walk in silence within your essence
Quicksand thoughts and projected presence

The minstrel plays a saddened song
Listening in the deafening silence that I furlong
Lonely lingering in the great abyss
For I dare to dream for your silent kiss.

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Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016

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The Great Depression

The Great Depression began around 1930 and it was world wide.
It was so bad that about forty thousand people committed suicide.
It began when the Stock Market crashed on October the 29th of 1929.
The Great Depression sent many people to the unemployment lines.
The Great Depression lasted over ten years.
Life was rough, that much is painfully clear.
That period brought about Gangsters and many people turned to crime.
My Grandma blamed Hoover for the Great Depression because he was President at the time.
Times were tough and many good people suffered back then.
People were happy when the Great Depression came to an end.

Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

The Great Depression

                    When all you want to do is sleep, but never feel rested.
                    And life's road seems too steep to stay invested.
                    It's help you need to reap for what's contested.

                                        Written:  12/5/16

Copyright © Richard Olson | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Great Depression

The sun sets on the dark streets Tears leave eyes as they begin to grieve Life is hard for all But they struggle on, trying not to fall Food is scarce and people starve Words of emotion in walls are carved Houses are taken and the streets become home Bankruptcy evident from too many loans Whole families looking towards the sun Remembering the times when they use to have fun They pray together hoping for the best Saying the Great Depression is just God's test

Copyright © William Hughes | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

The Great Depression And Halloween

Sometimes a great depression rises up from with in my being                                                   And whatever light I possessed is swept away in endless waves of dark shadows                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Until my heart feels hollow and empty                                                                                     As if the spring will never come and my heart will never care enough to love again                      My God even the light hath forsaken me or I unwittingly have forsaken the light                                         I know not which casts  me into this chemical imbalance but the lesson is learned                      All men are not created equal and there's nothing I can do about that                                             But fight on against my ancient enemies                                                                                   Like a blind man crossing the freeway on foot                                                                                 P.S.                                                                                                                                                  This halloween I'll go as myself.Beleave me that's  scary enough!

Copyright © Michael Ainsley | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |

diary of a great depression

At my own admission I've grown black hearted, Find it hard to cry for the dearly departed. I've started with myself and made no difference...
my reflection ain't healthy I've been plagued by ignorance. An insignificance to that shown by my people offering deliverance. 
Belligerent my mind state, no room for benevolence. I'm gonna times fate by two and make my own destiny. Remember without you there is no me!! 
Contemplation on occassion as and when neccasary, no abrasions mental and or physical. Raisin like im spiritual on the mountian gazin like im quizical, I ain't doubtin I been dazin lyrical too busy blazin that's not critcal. Don't be phazin past the miracle. 
Far from superior closer to inferior goes some way to explaining why my message isn't clear to ya. Far from delirious nah man, this is serious!
Remains 2 be seen weather its imperious. Far from laughin this materialistic gapping will drive us appart and continue trappin. 
Can't be scared to talk bout it. We're conditioned in a way in which we doubt it. 
So in ya face its a disgrace. I need a bit of saving grace. Saving face be paving waste, am I misbehaving as lm gaining pace? The blames in place and its plain in taste. We can only learn if we share with eachother!
Sounds disearning coming from a non-veteran brotha, discova the soul ja in me. I ain't on the front line wouldn't want to be. What they fightin for!? Territories, minerals to fuel our principles. I'd like to appoligise for being so cynical. This is a perfect time to take an interval.

Copyright © lee dobson | Year Posted 2012

Details | Tetractys |

Great Depression

Bills past due
Depression overcomes, spirralling tears

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

For Nate 'The Great'

With tears 
In your eyes
As you stared at me
With the most caring gaze.

Your childhood
Sung in sweet lyrics,
They lingered in my ears
As my throat began to tighten
With sadness.

What's that, dear?
Your parents beat you?
Never a word spoken 
To anyone?

It made you a better man?
No dear,
It caused horrid memories.

Your father 
Brought you to a bar
And let his friends beat you 
With bottles?

My dear
Sweet Nate,
Keep singing.

Your mother 
Was addicted to drugs
And violence?

What ever happened
To her?
She's buried six feet under?

What about your father?
With the other abusive men?

Dug deep 
In your skin
Jump to my sight
As I quietly whimper
With your soft voice.

Copyright © Leigh Nickolyn | Year Posted 2011

Details | Dramatic Verse |

The Great Pretender

Here I am , standing all alone
Arms wide open , too weak to feel
Misty eyed and frozen to the bone
Please God tell me why this is real

It starts with an itch
One I can't scratch
Like the flip of a switch
Stuck here on this patch

Embracing the freak that I am
I'm the weirdo that you know
The Great Pretender
So welcome to the show

Can you see through me
See the poison that's inside
My broken conformity
See the evil that I hide

The beast that wants out
Can't chain him anymore
It's the sin I won't doubt
Tearing me from my core

My twisted self centred hate
You pretty painted king of clowns
You've chosen your fate
But I won't let you take me down .

B.L. Harvey 26-05-2012 posted 11-03-2015

Copyright © Brandon Harvey | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Last Great Day


The words of God are a great comfort The day—the Last Great Day—depicts judgement That will come upon everyone equally God hasn’t even begun to work With the mass majority of the world But His glorious salvation is revealed to all But for all to hear, The spiritual component of God Will be added to their thoughts —their ears will open They will have the opportunity to repent There will be judgment For those who really long to change, Doors will be open For those who choose their own way, He will throw into the Lake of Fire with Satan —a most merciful action For any way except God’s is the path leading to evil And in due course to anger, Sadness and death Those who choose to be gone Will be gone Many will weep and mourn… Until the day of Judgment, Prepare Once you receive the knowledge of the truth Practice it For you will be held accountable For your sins God will not overrule our human will He wants us to choose And continue to choose Not all names will be seen in the Book of Life I will be among the weeping
*inspired by John Anderson* -a special thanks to Charles Henderson for helping me edit this piece. It looks so much better now! Thank you!-

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012

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Mistake Turned Great

You entered my life
By mistake I know
But I didnt think
My true feelings would show
Oh how I wish
You could hold me at night
Oh how I wish
You could hold me tight
You changed my life
This you dont know
When I held the knife
You made me let go
I wanted to end it all
And just make it go away
But you wouldnt let me fall
Although I was starting to frey
When I say Im done
And I wanna die
I remember our fun
And your beautiful green eyes
I love you
You changed my life in many ways
If only you knew
What more I want to say

Copyright © Kimber Robinson | Year Posted 2010

Details | Ballad |

Woods, great place to hide from bullies

Beneath the soil lay our roots
Multi-legged insects walking on moss
Working hard to get the fruits
Like lost souls running to the cross
Or hungry new army recruits
With no care of profit or loss

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

We feast together in the swamp
The spiders just want to push us around
They see us and want to stomp
We hide under the ground
I’m here, no fear of the chomp
It’s our other way around

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

One day I hope it will change
The flower tell us one day
Not to far gone to rearrange
Apex of the sun’s way
Move to the balkan mountain range
Rather than be part of the buffet

We are the bugs
Commission on narcotic drugs
Watch as we steal the rain
Plants are ruining our brain

Copyright © David Savage | Year Posted 2007

Details | I do not know? |

Last great poem

I have stared at this page for too long now; 
time urges me to relinquish my thoughts.
So this is it then; my last great poem; this mouth of silence and heart clotted with failure has reached the no more of me. 
I’m dying in my heart; my vague clusters of verses are now a sad heaviness.
I’ve given everything I’ve got, but now the words are all gone; gone like a faint spirit lost to memory. 
To be or not to be is not the question, for the pain of being supersedes the revelation of not to be.
My authority over verse has succumbed to the limitations of my greatest desire.
My words were once like Butterflies rushing towards you,
and you marveled at them as they absorbed into you; 
and you felt their beauty with your heart, and you understood how the flight of their individuality settled into the oneness of poetry.
Once, my verses were full and strong and certain,
 with perfection at the core of their meaning.
The hunger to write one more poem has all but left me. 
All is lost. New poems will not take root when watered with the tears of yesterday.
Death will not know of my struggle. 
There is nothing in me to consume the wonder in you; I am tired, and will now cease my dreaming. 
This is the last great poem I’ll ever write. Time has consumed all the fire in my heart…
and all the verbs and nouns in my brain.
I’m breaking down now, for I’m at a loss for words to say; (good-bye.)
this last great poem that I’ve just written, makes you remember me…
BUT! Please don’t cry.

Copyright © Peter Fifield | Year Posted 2008

Details | Alliteration |


I stand my ground and white is what is me
as fair a man as there could ever be
I'll not apologize to anyone
for what the world's dependent on
but love my own, for that's the way I see.

Excuses come from those who ever fail
or educated by their time in jail
and racist it may be
but it's the side of me
who stands by justice, in its final wail;

the die's been cast; and juries set the stage
and let out are the crazies from their cage;
while whites proclaim all guilt from high
and blacks can only live the lie
expecting things to change because of rage;

whose knife has cut the thread that's meant to bind
depriving all the love there is to find?
the greatest tragedy of all
is when our backs are to the wall
that's when our hate clouds every mind.
     ron wilson

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2012

Details | ABC |

The great escape

The great escape, the great last hope,
Something that’s helping to cope.
The obscure plan, too scary to attempt,
The wrong time to feel the harm.
The logic dictates and mind creates.
Reality ruins what soul desires,
Pulling yourself it seems through the fires.
Burning inside with guilty pleasures,
Hiding the last lingering treasures.
The right or wrong measures left for the taking,
To avoid further descent or keep on faking.
Several choices, the ringing voices,
Talking and screaming inside for attention,
Scared and horrified by future intentions.

Copyright © Rytis Gervickas | Year Posted 2015

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There Shall Come A Great Tribulation

There Shall Come A Great Tribulation!

You’ll find In the Bible... 
In the book of Revelation.
One day... There shall come
 a great tribulation.

There shall be famine and war 
this world has never seen.
"Satan's fury" being poured 
out upon everything.

The Antichrist will appear 
as "the world leader."
"The man with all of the answers."  
"A great world healer."

People won't be able to buy or sell
 without a mark on their hand.
While corruption and wickedness 
prevails throughout the land.

Our only hope and answer during 
much chaos and anxiety.
Is Jesus.  In HIM we can 
have life abundantly!

This world shall one day 
perish and pass away.
 God's truth and his word are here to stay!

Come to Jesus now... 
He invites you to come.
Accept the gift of eternal life 
from God's precious son!

He's our only hope in this
 world which we live.
He is so patient and kind... 
willing to forgive.

Will your name be in God's 
book of life someday?
Are you ready to meet him on judgment day.

This world... or Jesus... the choice
 by you must be made.
The price for your soul... 
on Calvary... has been paid!

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2013

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Are You Tired Of Hearing the BAD News I Have Some GREAT News

Have You Heard the GOOD NEWS?

I get so tired of hearing about
 “the latest scandal…”
It makes me wonder; “how much
can this world handle?”

It seems like each day, on the news,
 it speaks of “another killing…”
Are these types of things really a part of “living?”

There must be more to life than
 what we hear on the news…
More to life than a cigarette
 or a bottle of booze…

There’s a simple message for
 us that must be heard…
The secret to true living you can
 find reading God’s word!

It reads; “all have sinned and 
fallen short of God’s glory…”
But wait!  This isn’t the end of the story!

His word also speaks of God’s redeeming grace…
This can be found anywhere.  And any place…

His grace can be found through
 Christ’ atonement…
His love can make you a new person… 
 This very moment!

His word also says; “where there was sin… 
 Grace did much more abound!”
A brand new life in Christ.  Today…  Can be found!

This GOOD NEWS can transform
 you by the power of the cross!
This is what this world needs…  That is dying and lost!

Spending time with Jesus is always
 time well spent!
May tomorrow’s news read; 
“Another sinner has chosen to repent!”

By Jim Pemberton 

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

The Last Great Day - Evil

10/13/12 ----------------------------------------- “Evil is an ever present fact of life" But one day, evil will become a thing of the past Do we really want a world without evil? As for me, I am sick of it Can you believe the pain and sorrow flooding this world? Strumming heartstrings—doing nothing The bad keeps them excited The evil leaves me frightened I can’t wait for the Last Great Day The end of the damn-age Where everyone will have their last glimpses Of the evil we have suddenly learned to embrace Healing the minds of so many will not be easy But I am willing to heal the evil Rather than willing to feed it

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2012

Details | Prose Poetry |

A Great Night Out

It was now September there was a smell of autumn in the air autumn fires burned,
On a bleak night lying on a cold wet floor the night chilled all that were out,
The naked earth was cold hard, in the distance leaves went brown and fell down,
As autumn steals upon us and steals the warm dry days the winter waits to pounce.

Sitting on a park bench drinking sherry from a bottle a lonely man feels blighted,
He has a stained duffel bag by his side full of pickings from a good days begging,
Five bottles of sherry lay in his bag it made him feel good it made him feel safe,
Each time he took a swig the sweet thick sickly liquid made him feel warm inside.

Sitting like a king on a throne with his bag of goodies he had it all a happy man,
With one hand on his duffel bag he could feel hard rounded bottles heavy and full,
At this moment he would not change life with anyone having all he needed and more,
He did not even fear the wretched hangover in the morning he could drink it away.

Finishing one bottle he felt good he gave a happy sigh and threw it across the park,
Flushed with complete happiness he pulled out another bottle and gave it a huge kiss,
He twisted the top off and put it to one side and chugged great big draughts of joy,
He sat with legs out straight getting comfortable this was a night away from sadness.

Copyright © Terry Trainor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Great World

This structure, turns grey,
Like the moon, crumbles and decays,
Oxygen turns it blue to red,
Where will my poor atoms go?
Hell walk, so cold,
So far from the God of light,
Mercy, he says it doesn't feel right,
Take what they love and watch them die,
Skin filled with sin, hour glass redemption,
Disconnection, my life's description,
I tried so hard to not lose the ones I've lost,
But where are they now?
Billions, can't imagine,
How I came to be,
The birds will peck my eternal tree,
But at least I won't have a heart,
Stick the roses, with the box in the ground,
Need the thorns to eat,
Counting plagues and out of breath,
Where do the insects discuss politics?
Unbecoming, dis solvent, 
Illusion past or no involvement,
Pretend to weep but the gas melts us away.

Copyright © Steven Delauder | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Great Commissions--Small Omissions

In all things, give thanks.

overwhelmed by claustrophobic depression,

Gratitude, a sacred noun,
positive attitude, a secular verb phase.

Depression and gratitude,
depressed gratitude,
mystical oxymoron.
Impossibly essential

Repression and victory.
Hope in and through blind and deaf,
senseless faith in power of positions
over doubling down negative
to co-arise resonant resolutions.

Suppression yet naked clarity,
dualdark yet light-squared
and cubed
and fractal holonic,
sacred self enslavement,

Desecrated Earth
and inhumane capitalized bodies,
giving thanks
in dawn's promised dusk.

below all,
giving thanks receiving thanks,
sacred acclimating gratitude,
humbling attitude.

Great commissions,
elevating attitudes
descending through our past.
Elevators rise to fall to rise
within great and small commissions.

Paradise fulfills embryonic love
as love grows roots in positive faith
as faith emerges out of naked hope
as hope fertilizes absence of mistrust's despair.

Desperation's absence
begins with absence of pathological denial,
returning Earth's embryonic trust
with mistrust,
light squared fertility
returning dualistic darkness.

Energy is capital,
our regenerative god
and our degenerating idolatry.

Our subsidies
grow our investments in future health
and our divestments out of past pathologies.

Information is the capital derivative of energy,
as exformation departs from embryonic negentropy.

Great commissions of gratifying robust systems
grow from small omissions of dissonant mistrust.

In all trusted and mistrusted things, give thanks.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

Great Existence

Moving up over through 
All I've known is felt through the end 
Never a beginning always ending
Falter as I may, myself I hold - alone in company 
Tress in to limestone pillars of my great hall 
Great as the Norse and proud as well
Threads of time woven with clumsy hands led by blind eyes 
Thus is the expanse of the web of life The Great Existence 
Not where but it's the being that is. Is what I am and 
What we are

Copyright © Barrett Allen | Year Posted 2012

Details | Narrative |

There is a great deal of depression

There is a great deal of depression 
in a life of pain Oh, how my body aches
I can feel every needle pains running down 
my body with a burn, but than it has a coldness
to that burn like ice and fire rolling around inside me
I know no body truly knows what it is I need
But would it mean anything? 
Dark Angel, has overtaken me
Like the wind roaming over the sea, 
my soul longs for the day he will lets me go, 
all he wants is full control over me, 
but that is something I will never give
no matter what pain he gives
oh, how he cuts deep at my mind
just to see my heart bleed most of the time
his words are like an old sad love song 
that plays all the time
my mind is filed with thoughts of anger
while my heart feels its loss
Oh, my tears I cry is like a flood that has no end
I was too young to understand the ways of sin
My life was never right in my mother's eyes
no matter how hard I ever tried; 
all she sees could ever see about me
was the dark side of me? 
she called me her black seed 
oh, that was so mean of her to say those words to me, 
I was only two when I started crying out 
for those painful words to end
as I got older I became bolder
the pains had grown stronger
I would get down on my knees
Asking God to Please make the hurt go away, 
but they never did
I would cry deep in the night 
asking why did my own mother
didn't have love for me? 
why did my father leave me like this? 
He just handed me is old mess of pains and
Then he just walked away
without a word of goodbyes 
never cared if I had tears in my eyes
their ware no words to ease my pains 
every day this old pain has given me a life time of rain.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Copyright © Judy Emery | Year Posted 2017

Details | I do not know? |

The Great Pretender

I want to write the perfect poem
I know it's out there somewhere
Searching for home
I want to sing the world's most beautiful song
I know it's out there somewhere
Longing to belong
I want to paint the most beautiful scene
With all of Vincent's beautiful colors
Red, blue, yellow, purple, lavender and green
I want to write the picture perfect ending
I want you to love me
But I shouldn't go on pretending

Copyright © ron ryan | Year Posted 2008

Details | Couplet |

Great Sacrifice

You give your heart with your all, Now all that’s left are late nights to bawl. You gave to friends where are they now? You know you can succeed you just don’t know how. They say you are strong inside stronger than most, You look in the mirror you feel you have enough to boast. You run as fast as you can but it never seems to be enough to proceed, You begin to wonder why you wake up at times when inside you bleed. How can you be the greatest but no one appreciates the best? You even try to blend you start to act like the rest. Your heart becomes black sick of caring, and feeling the pain, You carry scars that seem impossible to shake off like a chocolate stain. Things progress yet deep inside you know your happiness is a lie, You carry a smile and always say hi when you really want to say goodbye. Is it fair to wake up every day pretending & trying to convince others things are cool? No it shouldn’t be others you are trying to fool. You know this deep down but don’t want pity, You just lay there, fend for yourself and act like a new born kitty. You feel like giving your heart in such a strong way might not have been so bright, You now feel you’ve lost yourself and opening up to anyone else has become your new fight. Now you ask was it truly worth the price? The crying, the pain, the scars, the trauma all have been attached to a great sacrifice.

Copyright © James De Matteo | Year Posted 2009

Details | Didactic |

making It great in 2008 (part 10): how to handle heartbreak

life is not always fair, but God is always good
and if you want to learn to handle heartbreak just do as Jesus would

you've been disheartened, discouraged and your dreams have been dashed
the shroud of disappointment is now hanging over your path
on the road to Emmaus two disciples were in route
followers of the Messiah now walking in despair and doubt
trying to comprehend the tragedy at Mount Calvary
in a state of heartbreak over what had come to be
Jesus had been crucified and His tomb was found bare
the True Prophet was gone and His body had disappeared

the world will always favor a kind pastor and a good priest
but a real prophet reveals truths that many don't want to see
he does not sugar coat the message, he cuts to the core
he sheds light on the darkness and tells you what for
and whenever a true prophet gets into the face of society
he causes men to reexamine their sense of integrity
he exposes men's morals and makes many question their thoughts
he interprets the righteous word of God and principles we've been taught
he'll tell it like it is and challenge the powers that be
he'll remove the blinders from our eyes and expose the lies we need to see

on the road to Emmaus a man those two disciples did meet
they did not recognize Him at first but to Him they did still greet
they continued to lament about the crucifixion of Jesus Christ
until the man said to them, "ought not Jesus have made the sacrifice,
how slow of heart you are in your belief of the Prophet's stories,
for Christ had to suffer those things so He could enter into glory"
they then invited that Man to stop and share a repast
and upon the breaking of bread they recognized Him at last
Jesus was right before them and then He disappeared
their hearts were now burning for the words that Jesus shared

in a state of self pity to heartbroken to see
that a true prophet will turn tragedy into victory
He'll open up the Scriptures so that one can start
on finding strength in the Word and handling the break in one's hearts 
no longer despondent nor in a state of despair
Jesus had arisen in order to draw all men near

from heartbreak to heart search and on to heartburn
let the Holy spirit give you the power to discern
the way to handle heartbreak just do as Jesus Christ
by turning gloom into glory and restoring the joy of life
the way to handle heartbreak is to live like Jesus Christ
to look for triumph in tragedy and then continue to speak life

Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2008

Details | Elegaic Lyric |

Great Mourners

The great mourners on earth listen;
You suffer stress mourning, in fashion
For the dead who died happily
and those who  died by choice

Good input but think again next time
What will you change with tears?
The eternal timetable is set for all
What changes will you make crying?

The heavens look down on you
Wondering why tears roll off eyes
Angels are miserable all through
But the evil powers are in joy

The dead fly away as you suffer
Their body sleeping, spirit traveling

Copyright © Solomon Ochwo-Oburu | Year Posted 2017