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Details | Alliteration |

Images of feathers

"Once upon a midnight Poe"

Underneath the midnight mask, I remove the makeup at last,
The moon is anvil to my mood, mooring along the vacant vast 
I lay the Gin and Tonic by the bedside asking for more,
I hear a noise, a lost voice, the echoes of no rejoice,
I couldn't brush the light coming from the cracks under the door
I gave it some thought, 
My eyes twinkle, towards the tinsel tiles on the floor
Seemingly the light seemed to be deeming distance of resistance
Curiosity came in crawling and caressing 
To sense and taste of sinful skin 
Everything then grew thinner than thin
On the spur of the moment, I hear a whisper, my love is near
"Darkness there, and nothing more."

A nerve impulse hits the wall if nothing nary, nevertheless 
I sadistically, stagger a sullen movement, even so
In this moment, Edgar Whispered, "nothing more."
Many nights, I dram of demonic demons, demanding answers for
A sad --sadder voice, sits and whines, with the wind
"Merely this and nothing more!"
A notary, nauseate moment, sea sick, shipwreck sensation
Secular suicide spreading like gossip, sailing through my veins
Evilly and twisted, "This it is and nothing more" - that remains

Tweaking and repeating, the speeding of needing
My drugs of pain and passion, to end the delusion
Of the self-inflicted - bruising from the voices of my choices
I hear the whisper, a selfish whisper, asking for Lenore
How many nights, he comes into my room, dress like A Raven
Painted and tainted like the midnight dreary
Reciting the excitement like The Bells, of Annabel, in a rush
Never, never, nameless here forevermore, in my dreams
Under my evil doing skin, like the sum of sin is how it seems

On the nights, my soul mate does not appear, 
The anchor drowns and torments me with tears
I travel up in fear, of the fear, when my ghost is not near
Rattling and trembling, by the bedside, 
On the grim side of the mental moon, when in gloom
I scrape up my room, screaming to the bleeding, 
From my heart, who needs a killing, 
From a feeding and the feeling of letting Poe, go!

By: PD
Inspired by The Raven

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Forgotten By Tomorrow

She stands at the edge of the precipice,
looking down towards her future.
The last tears that she will ever cry,
falling from her eyes, 
then falling into oblivion.
She watches them drop 
as they disappear forever.
Yet, she laughs in the face of death.
Would it really matter if she took the leap?
She has been forgotten by tomorrow.

The wind blowing at her back,
pushes her to the edge.
Almost agreeing with her final decision,
and encouraging her to jump.

A thousand thoughts and memories
racing through her mind.

Her first day of school.
Her tenth birthday party.
The lonely, awkward days of her teenage years.
The day she discovered poetry.
The moment she first saw him.
The day she thought that she was worth something.
The day when all of that became a lie.

Every memory 
that never made the pages of a history book.
She has been forgotten by tomorrow.

She exists to no one but herself.
In the blink of an eye, she decides her fate.
Her feet leave the ground,
and yet, she did not fall.
Out of nowhere he appeared,
and carefully grabbed her hand.
Pulling her back to reality,
saving her from the brink of disaster.
He held her, as her tears stained his jacket.
Old tears of sadness,
mixed with new tears of happiness.

She was remembered by yesterday.
Before she was forgotten by tomorrow.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2014

Details | Elegy |

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help

Copyright © Sabrina Niday Hansel | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |

My Heart Sobs

I'm till struggling to connect with you...
It feels strange that you are actually here, and so near..
You...walked past me a couple of times,
Your eyes were glistening, sober, serious...
Rushing by as if something deathly important lie ahead
In that moment, I could hear my heart thrashing in my throat
A victim in a prison, desperately closing those eyes from the fear
Wanting...to reach out to you....
But not knowing how...

How will you ever know the tears I have shed?
How will you ever see the love and care in my eyes? 
Maybe we will never know what we could be...
Maybe I am lost in uncertainty's sea

But, please...
Don't walk by me...
No, not anymore...
My sorrowful soul holds its breath when you do...
And when you are gone again...
My heart sobs...

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Pantoum |

For Only A Moment

Did it have to last for only a moment,
our love withered before the flowers you sent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a relationship so newfound and innocent.

Our love withered before the flowers you sent,
your early departure I could not prevent,
a relationship so newfound and innocent,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent.

Your early departure I could not prevent,
white carnations, a pure love they meant,
a memory lingers on like a sweet scent,
did it have to last for only a moment.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

You Know I Love You

Winds may howl,
Wild animals growl,
The forest grows cold, 
For I am lonesome and old
As the sun peaks through the clouds, 
I hear your soft, young voice so loud!
And though you speak dead man's lines,
You speak them with majesty divine
As I am wrapped in  my woe,
I only want you to know...
...that roses die black and violets lose blue,
But I will never die
And you know I love you!

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |



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

Details | Sonnet |

Lonely Words

Do you recall the days when one was two
Sad lonely words found friendly words that rhymed
Gray winter clouds gave way to skies of blue
Loud bells of laughter rang like wedding chimes

Poems grew like flowers in the warm spring rain
Coins tossed in wishing wells turned in to dreams
With nothing left to lose and all to gain
We sailed our wooden ships down tear filled streams

But then the seasons changed as seasons do
Elusive muses took their rhymes away
And all they left behind was me and you
The wind blew out the flame of hope that day

The seasons some day soon may change again
Sad lonely words will try to find a  friend

   by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Romanticism |

Love Remains Alive in Death - Collaboration with Silent One

A Collaboration w/Silent One

Flowers you placed on the window
now wilt, crumbling in my palm
Their scent seems to have transcended,
accompanying you to the heavens

Your fragrance still lingers,
sometimes I hear you whispering my name
Shadows in the garden appear ... and disappear,
maybe hiding in an overgrown, decaying garden

Dusty photos filled with memories,
show happy faces full of love
Now this face is engraved with fatigue;
lost in realms of profound sadness,
as constant misery poisons these veins,
disabling the mind into a sombre retreat

Unsweetened taste grace my lips
in the land of the living,
bitter regrets darkly shadow my mind 
Feeling your loss deeply, 
as the pain gains more barren ground

In this accursed place of perpetual sadness,
I dwell alone in a house of desolate walls
Though they talk sometimes ... 
I hear you whispering my name at night:
You say come to bed soon,
put your sorrow away
and lay beside me, my love

Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Dramatic monologue |

Why Not Me

Why Not Me?                                                                                                    1/25/13
	At times I allow my thoughts to wonder to that one question that brings such sorrow and pain; why not me! I have gone through life not knowing why but have often wondered why not me too?
	I have cried more times than not and prayed for understanding. What could be so wrong with me? I have so much love to give and all I have ever wanted was to have someone, anyone to love me as much as I love them. I want to be the most important person in the world to someone and always come first. 
	I want and need someone to love me. I have so much to give but need the same in return. If I can love unconditionally; can’t someone love me the same way!  I can’t understand how or why I could go through life and never find love. I have prayed my entire life to find my one true love. I have never given up but still find myself asking why not me.
My heart breaks while my mind is torn apart not understanding why I can’t be loved. I have loved so that I just wanted to melt together only to be rejected!
Why not me; is the question that I dare to ponder leaving my heart ripped apart as my screams are heard only by me. I only ask for love! What is in store for me that I have never found anyone that loves me?
At times when these thoughts surface tears follow and sadness fills every inch of my soul. To know I am unlovable is almost too much to bear. My prayers seem to go unheard, as they remain unanswered. I can’t believe no love for me is the answer! So my heart and mind filled with pain and sadness wonder why not me? 
Broken and alone as I continue on my journey through life, my heart guarded by the highest walls keeps love safe inside no longer trusting. Now knowing love will not find me and it’s not safe to ask that question to such a lonely and broken heart. I guard against the razor sharp why not me!
						Debra Knapp

Copyright © Debbie Knapp | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

Watch, See, Listen, Hear

You watch the tears fall from her eyes.
You see her walk out and away from the crowd.
You listen as she tells how unwanted and useless she is.
You hear her cry from the bathroom.
You watch her struggle to socialize.
You see her isolate herself from humanity.
You listen to her criticize herself.
You hear her fight against what might help.
You watch as she gets herself out of every social situation.
You see how uncomfortable she gets when someone speaks of her condition.
You listen to how she makes excuses.
You hear her say she is okay.
You just watch and see and listen and hear as she pushes her way through life.
And eventually, that may not be enough.

Copyright © Ainsley Castleberry | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |


She writes her songs and her poems,
not one person know 'em.
She listens to the sound of her music,
she's stuck to it like a tick.

If someone took the time to listen,
her true colors would glisten.
She's put on a mask,
and hid everything when someone asked.

She was the type of girl who would always laugh,
making you wish it would last.
She was the type of girl who would smile the day away,
too bad it is no longer that way.

She is now the girl who is depressed,
I bet you're impressed.
Since no one could tell
that she was going through hell.

Everyone thought she was happy, 
when really, she felt crappy.
Everyone thought she was having the time of her life,
who would have guess her best friend was a knife?

She spent her days alone,
she seemed to do everything on her own.
Never once wanted help.
Thought she could do everything herself.

Then the day came,
when she lost the game.
She fell apart,
and everyone saw her broken heart.

They saw the way she overreacted.
Oh, if only you saw the way she acted.
She bruised herself, scratched herself, and made herself bleed,
no one knew what it was that she needed.

They saw her tears,
and that was what she feared.
They found out she wasn't okay,
oh, she hated that day.

Everyone found out about her secret,
and she wish they'd just forget,
but she knew they couldn't,
and that they wouldn't.

She left that town and started over,
no one knew she went undercover.
She said she got better,
when really... something else occurred. 

She secretly hurt herself,
and walked away from help.
Everyone thought she recovered,
when really, she was undercover.

She secretly wanted to get worse,
no one knew of course.
No one cared to ask,
if she was wearing her mask.

Now it's too late,
she locked the gate.
Killed herself,
everyone had forgotten she needed help.

Goodbye cold world,
this was a story of a girl
who once loved everyone
then feared who it was who won.

Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |

I've Scribbled This Song For You

I've Scribbled This Song For You...

I'm wasting my days,
my empty nights too,

I should have held on,
but I simply lost you,

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

yes, I should have kept,
you close to my skin,

soaking your warmth,
but you were laughing,

at my foolish grin...

now I'm all broken,
and torn apart,

but what the hell,
I was always late,
for the tolling of the bell,

and now...

now I stagger along,

wearing broken smiles,
in between hell and you,
there's a million miles,

so kiss me now like you once did,
I'm tired of being so carefully hid,

la laa laa la laa laa laa...

(repeat to fade)


Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Ballad |

The Perfect Storm

She tried to drown out the noise
of all their mocking laughter.
Booming thunder shook the world
and lightening came quickly after.

She watched the storm above her head
with sadness in her eyes.
The pain had come again like rain
falling from the skies.

Dark gray clouds formed overhead
with no sunlight to come through.
The glowing rays were scattered away
and never got to you.

But no one came to rescue her,
there was nothing left but rain.
Even though the storm subsided;
she drowned in all her pain.

Copyright © Alex Calatayud | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |

Faded Thoughts

Thoughts how they fade from white to gray,
and the memories we made, 
                                turned to dust just today.
Ashes we smoked and the dreams we dreamt,
all DIED in your arms and I wept...
                                               -and wept.
Please forgive me- believe me when I say I am sorry-
I feel sad for you but not as sad as I feel for me.
Self pity is a disease,
              but it puts me at ease,
                         and I just wish these flea's, 
would get off my bleeding back.
If I could paint you a river, I'd swim to your shore,
mend all I tore... 
                      ...now it's you that I lack.

It has always been you...
                            ALWAYS been you...
you were my envelope, you were my flu,
you cut me apart because you made me whole,
I'm sorry I stole...your heart...
                                         -your heart...   

NA in CONTEST NO 204 any form-theme max of 16 lines 
Judged September 17, 2016

For contest: Screwed XVI 
Date Written: September 26, 2015


Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

I Need You Now

I need you now

Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Lovers undone, so lost on the run
Emotions burning all bridges as flames consume

The heat of love knowing I have lost it all
Holding the bottle I tumble and fall
Used to have it, used to be the fastest ball
Now I shake and tremble afraid to make the last call

Always been a country boy
Playing with my truck and all my other men toys
You never saw a tear from me
But I have cried, behind the curtain you never see

Never could I ever say, I need you now, don’t go away
Being strong and hiding tears of pain and sorrow
Pushed you all away, there is no tomorrows
Inside I am the child, hoping for love somehow

Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Lovers always wondered why
Bridges burnt were safer back then

Holding on to long lost dreams
Losing my grip and fading fast
If only I wasn’t hidden so well you would surely have screamed
The pain of despair never far from Jim Beam

Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Lovers always wonder why
My guitar never played a song goodbye

Traveling down lonely roads
Motels and one gas station towns
Dust filled shoes and dust filled dreams
I rest my bones, till the next bus is seen

Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Lovers always wondered why
While I wandered away wishing death came by

Never been the one
To pick up the phone
Always wondered if true love exists
Lost love still would slash my lifeless wrists

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |



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

Details | Dizain |

Sad Dizain

Felt faint, yearning, in front of the man's home,
  I had not found a piece of bread this week,
    All shunned poor me as I had Down’s syndrome,
      I searched high and low, I trully felt weak.
        From open windows I smelt the food's reek,
          A man came out, throwing his food away,
            A cat came in to eat from a fish tray,
              I tried to enter and to help myself,
                The man saw, shooed me away as a stray
                   "That is all we need here, an ugly elf!"

14 May 2016
Sponsored by: Laura Loo

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

My Wrists

A story is told 
Just by the look of it
You see it starts to unfold 
It's hard to take in just a bit

So many memories
I take them all with me
I pull at my sleeves
So that no one see

I don't want to hurt anyone
Even when they've hurt me
I'm fragile
Yet they still break me

Copyright © jack Taylor | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tanka |

Shadows Cling to Me

great cyclops of fire you who keeps the horizon far out of my reach no closer than yesterday not nearer me tomorrow a symbol of hope I find no truth in those words you leave me each night drowning yourself in the sea leaving me cold and alone in chill of darkness no refuge from my despair shadows cling to me abandoned, my hope is dead don't shine on me in the morn'

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

Details | I do not know? |

Wrestling Verses

Wrestling Verses

Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

trapped in rolled-up sleeves.

Turning up my collar,
as blue as these days that slip by,

scattered verses plunge into,
the fathoms of unknown waters.

My ink runs, slips, treading lightly,
penning odes to love on bare skin,

your skin,
your bare back my canvas,

my fingers tracing, caressing, scribbling,
homages to our laughter, our tears.

Wrestling verses,

lie spent, exhausted,
famished and parched from saying too much,


my fingers tickle your soft skin,

my ink would run dry,

were it not for your gentle touch

Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


The great sadness
   wrapped her velvet cloak around me
      and bore me away.
My soul wanders
   deep in the grey land
where the shadows stand unmoved
   and not even a cry
      rips the veil of darkness.
I drank the water from the well of sorrows 
   and became mute.

I am afraid to climb the hills -
   perhaps I cannot see the horizon
       even from there 

January 24, 2017

Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2017

Details | Prose Poetry |

A Winter's Rime

(In a churchyard in Northern Ireland)

Through the broken and barren trees
Winter exhales its coldest breeze
From the wintry breath of northern seas
That can chill the warmest soul.

Thus in the churchyard by the sea
Nigh one broken and barren tree
Lies cold a soul once warm to me
Beneath the winter’s rime.

As the heart of winter doth unfold
I feel its touch, so dark and cold,
For I yearn at night to yet behold
That soul once warm to me.

But in earthen depths doth she lie
E’er below the moon and starlit sky
As yet unto her grave I wander by
And despair the winter’s rime.

O’ the winter wails upon the still
With its bleak and bitter chill
That conjures from the nightly nil
A soul once warm to me!

Copyright © Robert Liam McCallum | Year Posted 2015

Details | I do not know? |

Pain and Loneliness

 Loneliness and pain creates a void
 Dark shadows haunt, torment and torture
 only reflective thoughts of happiness
 Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
 It is futile to hope and dream

 Emptiness is overwhelming
 A deepening sea of nowhere consumes
 And eats away at every connecting thread

 Nothing considered worthy remains
 Destined to walk through life less ordinary
 Alone, exiled, different and disdained.

Copyright © Heather Johnson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Falling Into Lifes Sad Pit

I'm teetering along the edge
Of a long and deep sharp ledge
One more push and I will drop
Can someone please help me stop
The pain everyday that follows
Me into more bad tomorrows
That will not leave me alone
I would like to just be shown
What it's like to wear a smile
It has been too long a while
Since my days were filled with joy
Thinking fates out to destroy
Every ounce of happiness
Until there is nothing left
To live for and dream about
I just want to scream and shout
Take away all the dark clouds
Giving me the love allowed
That I see looking so grand
I want to hold someones hand
Feeling the soft warm rush
That makes my whole body gush
With sensations never felt
Because life has always dealt
A hand so unbearable
Days were too unlivable
For enjoying anything
My heart never got to sing
Any happy and fun tunes
Darkness and a lot of gloom
Is all I will ever feel
This world will never reveal
Any goodness night or day
I will just crawl up and stay
Tightly wrapped up in a ball
Until it's my time to fall
Into a nice peaceful slumber
My lonely life finally over

Copyright © robin davis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |


He was always there,
the old man in his wrinkled suit. 
Sitting alone, on the same park bench.
His old hands drawn, looking arthritic
letting the sunflower seeds trickle
between his fingers for the cooing pigeons.
His chin resting on his chest.

I tried to always say hello.
He would look up, face expressionless,
eyes sad and dark, but never a sound.
He looked as lonely as the bare trees
in November, or the empty playground
with the light dusting of snow

I couldn't tell if he was missing someone
or just waiting for his time to run out.
He reminded me of a corner street light
on a foggy night, sad and lonely.
Then one day the bench was empty
except for the pigeons cooing their song of sadness.

These days the bench is still empty.
The pigeons have all left to accompany
some other lonely soul. I look to my my
right down a deserted side street and
think of the old man. A discarded newspaper
blows aimlessly down the street. I wonder,
"Am I looking into my future?" 

  an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

The Tear I Abhor

Tension crawls into the pores of crashing contemplation
Why has it become so hard to breathe?
If only it was known what this dejected heart is saying
As she sobs poetic lines of wordless woe
She is cradled in the tempo tempest of this reflection
Pulsing in the unfeeling land beyond her bodily home
The blood pumping sweet iron grief spurts
The soles of the feet throb at the impact
As the grass cools only to recall the coldness of the present

The impact…
Of a tear falling to the floor
The droplet so gentle… in clear-watered, grounded rapture
The energy of the sorrow befallen is perilous
One with many roads leading to frail fantasy
Aggravated tear…so atrocious, envious
There is something more whirling in this déjà vu cycle

Being crushed many times
By lackadaisical, ever-traveling minds
It is too easy to be tossed to and fro
Between conscious leisure and provocative pressure
 Sub-dominated by sumptuous conviction
That word—love—a furtive dagger
Driving a gaping hole of shame and unknowing
Straight into her
Wracking around in this meddle
Of emotion and reason—shooting up falsehood full throttle
Drifting there again
In a solitude almost consoled by the earthy coldness
Of his fowl glare…
Every unsaid word frazzling to the mind
Tearing me and lifting me high
One must wonder if you watch as the fragments fly

As they float for only a few seconds
Of your precious time 
And fall back down below
At your very feet
Where the grass is warm, and hopes are high

Please don’t leave them on the floor with the tear
The tear that never quite gets absorbed
The tear that chillingly consoles that bleeding heart
Destroying me
As she thrashes in the maze of bones and matter
Each hollow pathway of the marrow leading to a dead end
Or an  ever-winding way downwards

They say each body of water leads straight to the sea
Where will the tear I abhor…lead me?  

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |

He Held His Heart For His Chest Was Breaking

He held his heart
For his chest was breaking
She held her head 
Cause her skull was aching
What pains our troubled souls
To the point of  disbelief 
Over the edge of killing grief
In an abyss of cold reprieve 

He held her tight, 
of fear she would leave him
Sadness grabbed his guilt
With iron grip

(He held his heart
For his chest was breaking)
She held her head 
Cause her skull was aching
What pains our troubled souls
In darkness
To the point of  disbelief 

She held him tight, to dance with him
A waltz of loss
He kissed her hair
For his heart was breaking
She held tight for she was aching
A dance of losing love

          He held his heart
          For his chest was breaking
          She held her head 
          Cause her skull was aching
          What pains our troubled souls
          To the point of  disbelief 
          Over the edge of killing grief
          In an abyss of cold reprieve 

"Let go
Let go, oh, my lovely
For it is time to grant me my freedom
to choose my life in my own selfish way"

          He held his heart
          For his chest was breaking
          She held her head 
          Cause her skull was aching
          What pains our troubled souls
          To the point of  disbelief 
          Over the edge of killing grief
          In an abyss of cold reprieve 

"I love you, I do
But life is a cruel fiend
Please be my friend
Though I cannot be here
But love someone else 
I will hold you so dear
I love a man, you love me
How cruel
Please find someone to give
What you need most

My wife, my companion, 
For life
So they said...
They say so much
I hurt everything in you
I love you so"

He held her tight, 
of fear she would leave him
Sadness grabbed his guilt
With iron grip

He held his heart
For his chest was breaking
(She held her head 
Cause her skull was aching)
What pains our troubled souls
In darkness
To the point of  disbelief 

She held him tight, to dance with him
A waltz of loss
He kissed her hair
For his heart was breaking
She held tight for she was aching
A dance of losing love

          He held his heart
          For his chest was breaking
          She held her head 
          Cause her skull was aching
          What pains our troubled souls
          To the point of  disbelief 
          Over the edge of killing grief
          In an abyss of cold reprieve 


February 17, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |


The things you don't do shine so bright
Like flashlight in the middle of the night.
The things you do well blend in like, 
Camouflage in the shadows of others light.

Your hard work is barely seen,
Hiding your stress behind the scenes.
Always confronted about the things
That everyone sees.
You barely hear a positive thing.
At times it feels as if 
You're living out a bad dream.

Never though this feeling would last so long,
Feels like a roller coaster going on and on. 
No stopping point nearby, 
So you stay in one place a cry.
Missing a shoulder to lean on
Wishing someone was there to lean on.

Blending in like camouflage 
And no one knows where to find you.
People stare you straight in the face,
Yet they don't see your face.

The things you don't do shine so bright
Like flashlight in the middle of the night.
The things you do well blend in like 
Camouflage in the shadows of others light.

Working hard in the dark,
In the light you miss the mark.
Like shooting blanks at a target
Or grocery shopping with empty pockets.

It doesn't add up, when you actually try,
No one's around to cheer you on.
When you make a mistake,
You can't catch a break.
When the pressures on you feel the heat 
This is your chance to really speak.

So ready to prove yourself, take a step of faith 
Every eye is on you standing in the spotlight. 
But then you make a mistake,
And all eyes turn away;
Laughing as everyone walks away.

The things you don't do shine so bright
Like flashlight in the middle of the night.
The things you do well blend in like, 
Camouflage in the shadows of others light.

Copyright © Rich Rogers | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Requiem for Sanity

The outside world waiting, Full of sublime buildings and parks, As she sits upon the dusty sheets of the bed, Eyes bloodshot and hurting, Stomach rumbling, Nights spent wide awake, Days spent within the confines of a small room. Her mind has a grip on every part of her, Until its claws make her bleed, Until she is forced to face her past yet again. Sadistic, masochistic, pessimistic, It kills every moment of true joy, Because how can such a moment be real? How can it be real when there is This and that and another this, To worry about, To cry about. This spring comes not with blossoming trees And the warmth of the sunshine upon one's skin, But with the ability to understand The manipulative ways of her mind. The darkness has become so banal, so cliché, That she can only laugh about it. Every single laugh is a victory For her barbaric mind.

Copyright © Martina Adovica | Year Posted 2016