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Details | Rhyme |
Her paintbrush is a razor,
Her canvas, her wrists,
"I deserve the pain."
She shrugs and insists.

One day the brush will push down,
And it will cut so deep,
That this girl will fall
into an eternal sleep.

She doesn't remember how she started
What brought her interest to this,
How do you discover,
that cutting is your form of bliss?

No one would have guessed that she does it.
No one would have considered this one.
This girl is forever fighting a battle,
that she thinks the demons have won.

Her artwork is all over her,
Her beauty is on her thighs,
and if you look in her old trash,
you'll find her letters of goodbye.

Her masterpiece is quite disturbing,
Her masterpiece is a little gory,
Her artwork is her escape.
Let me tell you her story.

She compares herself to every person,
She is compared to each girl.
She thinks she's hideous,
And there's this boy that is her world.

She was bullied and picked on,
She was teased from head to toe,
Hard to believe that her best friend,
was her one and only foe.

Then later she disliked every little thing,
Her body, face and even her mind,
Soon she saw she was a failure,
and it was just in due time...

That this girl couldn't take it anymore
She'd decided she was done living this,
So one day she went home
and decided to end it.

Everyday for multiple days,
This girl would try to drown,
Hard to believe this girl at school,
never ever wore a frown.

Sometimes she'd just fall asleep crying,
Praying that she'd be enough,
Because she didn't want to leave her family.
She knew about their sweet love.

This girl found hope in small things eventually,
She soon would see this beautiful light,
and find a REAL best friend,
that helped her put up a fight.

Her masterpiece soon was leaving,
Her artwork was almost faded,
and it gave her a sick feeling,
the feeling of being jaded.

She found a boy that actually loved her,
And showed her love exists,
And this boy too had a masterpiece,
placed close to his wrists.

He related to her and she related to him.
She kissed his artwork and said he's not alone,
When she cut herself it hurt him,
Her masterpiece now wasn't just her own.

Her masterpiece effected others,
Her artwork wasn't just for herself,
She now had people, 
who saw her cries for help.

And then her family found out,
So then they saw the art too,
to them they were just scars,
To her they were the truth.

She's trying to be okay now,
She thinks she might survive,
Even though they didn't think
to take away the knives.

Copyright © Madison Marie | Year Posted 2013




Details | Light Poetry |
Poetry

Is not the poem
Is not the poet

Is the observations
Is the emotions

Is the diversity. entwined
Opposing views always sought

Is the love
Is the hate

Is the sadness
Of losing to fate

Is the laughter
Of a child’s dreams

Is the love
That is sometimes unseen

Except by the poet
Who in his lonely sadness sees

The beauty of all
That surrounds the depression in he



In Poetry

I died
Long ago

My heart something broke
I became cold

I cried
For childhood days gone by

I died
A million ways

Now I write
From down below

Where darkness is the sea
That I sail in eternity

Of in the distance
I heard the notes of a symphony

So now as I sleep
A thousand deaths

I hope
For that one musical note

To wake me up
Heart and soul

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
     ~Deep Dark Poem~

Tonight I want to go deeper in my soul
I want to be born again tonight I want
to go back in my mothers womb and feel
my happiness of my first cry yet feel her 
real pain while she was delivering me
I want to feel both all her pain and the 
little of happiness I had since I was born.
I want to feel each breath I breathed since 
that first night I want to see my fathers
eyes if he had a tear of happiness while 
holding me for the first time .
                 
I want to walk talk laugh cry climb defeat 
succeed breath suffocate scream eat drink 
revive my senses I want to hold her breast 
and be a baby again I don't want to grow 
Old yet I want to remain a new born in her 
arms to feel safe I want to hold my fathers 
glasses and see the color of his eyes will I 
have them will I have his nose will I have 
my mothers softness will I cry for help will 
I see and hear and listen and run and walk 
and hold her hand to feel safe I am lost 
tonight I need her grip.
                     
I need my brother who carried me where is 
he today why did he leave me so early and 
die so young I want to eat with them I want 
to share with them in what state of mind 
I am in tonight I want to go home tonight 
to my mother and fathers home I want to
see their light at their home as I am living
through my darkest hours tonight.
But I cannot as all what I want 
I cannot have.

I want their faithful love I want to sleep 
on their bed and feel the warmth of their 
love in our home where I was born and 
after years I was torn away from them 
to live in another mans home. 
                   
They forgot to tell me how much they 
have suffered when I left their home and 
went away they forgot to tell me so many 
things that iI am experiencing them now
today yesterday and tomorrow my life 
passed away so quickly busy bringing up 
my kids busy giving them an education 
busy cooking for them busy working to 
provide for them everything busy washing 
busy crying busy going out busy busy where 
are they now where was I when my father 
left to climb up his ladder where was I 
when my mothers turn arrived to climb up her
ladder and stay next to him they went up to 
meet their son who left them years ago he 
was only 29 years old they had to live suffering 
suffering missing missing him their first born 
for years and years.
                     
Father of my 2 boys thee only ecstasy 
I had during that marriage nothing was 
real except my kids nothing existed except 
them nothing meant anything in my world 
except them nothing ever passed before 
them they are my light when i am blind 
they are my laughter in my inside they 
are with me with every breath I breath 
we are inseparable even when they are 
far I see them when its dark I see them 
when I am deaf I hear them through my 
strength I survive to keep them alive. 
I walk alone yet their shadow never 
leaves my sight they call my name from 
far I call them back I write to reach out 
for them to read through my lines how 
much I need to be cared for even one day 
maybe half a day maybe a few hours even 
one second is more then enough to pump 
my heart to go on.
                  
So sorry my fellow poets tonight when 
you read through my lines you will forgive 
me as I am sentimentally in pain affectionately 
in pain tonight my pen was agonizing missing 
my children missing to see them how do I survive 
daily without them I don't know I know I have 
been doing that for the past 35 years seeing 
them on and off due to the war in our country
& unexplainable circumstances. 
Tonight forgive me. I have no more tears.
                                                                                   
                                                                                            Therese Bacha
  Deep Dark Poem for contest of PD  (Win.No 4 )                            22/2/2013

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013




Details | Romanticism |
Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
... No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave... that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.
Why...?

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
As you all peacefully sleep
My heart is awoken by the darkness of the night
I slumber through this empty house
For I carry in me a heavy heart
I light a candle, then a few
The movie of my past now flashes before my eyes
I stare at the empty walls, where pictures once hung
I hear the ghostly voices of lovers past
I hear the silence of dreams escaped
A sad faced mime touches my shoulder
Whispers of I feel your pain drift out the open window
Alone
In the dark of the night

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
      EMOTIONLESS

By morning wake
When the light in my face
I'm reminded of your disgrace!

How can I do this to myself?
How do I wish Calgon would take me away?
Will I ever wake like the melody of the Blue Jay?

What am I suppose to do?
Shut myself down from this misery?
Emotionless, because I am too weak to be strong

It's my fault for inviting
-he that dropped my heart from cloud nine
Well, I have nothing else to say.
Except, "life has no meaning, and here I am GONE!"
Emotionless

SKAT

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |
Cold misty clouds rise above the grates
The streets only illumination, tossing shadows like pennies
Faded street lamps at each end
The cold is biting, as I roll the collar over my neck

I received a call earlier that day
A new client, who insisted not to meet,
At my office
Just fine with me, my office scared its fair share
Of prospects away

So glancing at my watch I waited
Under the street lamp, I lit a fag
To pass the time
Where was the dame?

I was beginning to guess this was some kind of hoax
Worse still I was missing a poker game over at the Pig&Bath
The tube was a few blocks away, and sooner rather than later
I should part company with this particular street lamp of no desire

Not a soul in site, I decided I’d been played for a fool
A pretty voice, that will get ya every time
As I sauntered away looking bored in case anyone was watching
I heard the click of my own shoes on concrete

I also heard an echo?
Was I being followed?
I crossed to the other side somewhat on edge
I had enough blokes that didn’t see my good side
Not that I ever saw much either

I quickened my pace
Whoever was behind seemed to quicken their pace
I turned the corner and now in a very fast walk
Ran for the main street, passing an alley that had seen better days

Something or someone grabbed at my trench coat
All of a sudden, here I am, pulled into a dark alley
I feel the punches, and what seems like a pipe
Hitting me repeatedly, yet I see no one

I cover my head, and try to keep silent
No use humoring this lug with the pleasure of my pain
On the ground, I feel the kicks into my ribs
Blood starts to spill from my mouth, 
Or who knows, maybe my nose

No concern of mine
As I wont have much of a face after this brutal feast
I hear the faint wisps and grunts, as I lay wounded
Whoever did this sure fancies himself a professional
I would like to say more, but I think is time for dreamland

No idea if I am unconscious, dead or dreaming
In a puddle of my own blood
I lie, in agony looking above at a strange face
My god, its my shadow!

He spits on me in disgust
Laughing, he says "finally I am free of you"
You rotten son of a Birch tree
At that he parts, off he goes to the land of the living

Walking away with some woman that I feel I should know
They laugh together, as I lie inside my own turmoil
The garbage pickup at dawn
Will dispose of my bones and dreams
Some PI I turned out to be

Murdered by my own shadow

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Suicide Dolls

Tiss a maddening state of affairs
Why my lovers don’t gas themselves to death
Have they not the decency to assist my endeavors?
Is my future to be written in stone of no importance to them?
The public would breath and eat the words
Of all my little suicide dolls
If only, if only they would find the ovens
Yeast you have failed me in these dire moments
Let me rise above it all
With poetic verse
Sing to all my tragedies
My death and re-birth
In the gas chambers of poetic verse

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose Poetry |
                                         A Dark Cloud  
                             
Why do I cry when I don't feel like crying?
Only because my pain increases daily until 
it became intolerable, indescribable over the days
it got worse.                        

Why do I laugh when I don't feel like laughing?
Only because I feel awkward in society the most
I wanted was to get away.

Why do I eat, when I don't feel like eating?
Only because my body wants to agonize
I feel i have a very long way to go in life. 

Why do I drink when I don't feel like drinking?
Only because I have to humidify my dead body
& my tears will water the roses.

Why am I here when I don't want to be here?
Only because nobody wants me & I was 
forbidden to travel.

Why do I stay when I don't want to stay?
Only because I have no choice I was unaccepted
& my freedom strangled.

Why do I miss when I don't want to miss?
Only because I want to suffer as i knew 
what they wanted from me.

Why do I dream when I don't want to dream?
Only because my dreams are dreamless they 
went down the drain.

Why do I feel lonely when I don't want to feel lonely?
Only because of my aloneness every moment changes
I get scary and cannot control my nerves.

Why do I phone when I don't want to phone?
Only because I miss the echo of a voice when
I answered that voice avoided me.

Why do I wake up when I don't feel like waking up?
Only because the bell rang just to relate to anybody 
but there was nobody.

Why am I in pain when I don't feel like being in pain?
Only because my pain has no end it cant stop bleeding.

Why do I dress up when I don't feel like dressing up?
Only because I cant stay naked winter is at the door.

Why do I go out when I don't feel like going out?
Only because time has to pass away & my 
memories have to fade astray.

Why was I born, when I don't feel alive?
Only because my mother helped me to 
stay alive.

Why did I marry when I din't want a husband?
Only because I was forced to get married all 
I wanted was to fly away as i couldn't stay.

Why am I in love when I don't feel like being 
In love? only because I have to love anyone
and our love seemed inevitable.

Why do I run when I don't feel like running?
Only because the doctor told me so & someone
was following me, I got scared had to be gone 
gone away.

Why am I angry when I don't want to be angry?
Only because my thoughts are hurting my system 
was a blur I couldn't wait for my fate.. 
 
Why am I a mother when I cant live with my children?
Only because I decided to run into the woods and hide, 
because I am getting older and maybe I can die.

                                      Therese Bacha                     
                                          5/4/2013        (Win No. 4)

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
50 shades of therapy
50 shades of restraining orders
50 shades of rejection
50 shades of addiction
50 shades of suicide
50 shades of rainy days
50 shades of cloudy ways
50 shades of jazz and blues
50 shades of painful memories
50 shades of wartime wounds
50 shades of political doom
50 shades of curtains and drapes
50 shades of a lovers disgrace
50 shades of cereal box tops
50 shades of graveyard graves
50 shades of wistful thoughts
50 shades of pure silk white
50 shades of legal fights
50 shades of everyday light
50 shades of tasteful delights
50 shades of pure sheer fright
50 shades of milking cow
50 shades of milking an idea
50 shades of comical prose
50 shades of sunglasses
X 2
Cause I am tired

50 shades of age

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Obama drew his mighty line in the sand
Dare ye not to cross me

Assad replied in kind
Gassing thousands and laughing

A little Syrian boy has drowned
Siblings to weak to cross that mighty line

Salvation was the evasive dream
Father shall never escape the nightmares

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
I gaze at the wind as it blows acorss the grown wheat.
My neck bends down and I stare at the grass beneath my feet.
The thoughts I have go far in the past.
In the time before when there was no grass.
Dreams of how the land was in the time before.
I can imagine how this once was on the ocean floor.

How dark and so cold it must have been.
And all the creatures that lived so deep within.
So many living down in this dark place.
Each life to live in the ocean's fast pace.
Flowing through the currents as a leaf on the wind.
The ocean floor covered with clams that never end.

Seperate individuals that we all are today.
Much similar to the clams that lived here that day.
We all have special minds that we can share.
Not one is alike so special and rare.
Once in a lifetime there's one person we meet.
We can share all with them and it makes us complete.

Once in our lifetime theres a single event.
Like clam that catches a dirt fragment.
We hold on to that feeling with all that we are.
Always lighting our way like a nothern star.
Like the clam that holds one little piece of dirt.
We hold on to the one that gives us comfort.
After some years this clam has a pearl.
As rare as the feelings of love for this man or this girl.

Copyright © Donald Williams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do clench
tranquility stilled by festered stench
And eyes, sleep caked, are propped ajar
ignites no life, but collapsed star

Burned blades sigh, Winds’ dying gasp
bones brittle snap within her clasp
A lonesome howl the moon does draw
vigil broken, it twists its maw 
Upon an arena of endless stone
the granite gates they’ve passed alone
And entered a world of burning eyes
eluded the judge of smoldering cries

A faultless gait, no stumbled draw
a reaping brought  by scythe and claw
Opal edge which shrouds a cause
aberrant blade shapes nature’s laws
Dictate a script, the stars can share
an open secret, a language bare
Steps continue, feet are drawn
across gray grass, undying pawn

Copyright © Avery Swarthout | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
Yes you, and you, and you over there
The nerve you all have, it’s sickening
What right do you have to leave this world?
Why do you all die on me?
What is life that you toss it away?
Old and sick, humppph excuses I say
I have had enough
No one must leave
Stop, I command time to STOP
Are my tears not enough?
You all conspire against me, I know
To add me to your collection
Of death
Why? Why? Why?
All your kind smiles, laughter and love
You make the world shine, and give hope
Only to disappear to the afterlife
Is this not cruelty?
I beg of you all, do not go
I have not the strength to carry on
Here, as you all dwindle away
Leaving me to ponder my own mortality
Alone, alone I sit, knowing romance will be kindled once more
Death will come to offer me a final kiss
Whom will hate me?

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Each night, bitter tears flood my cheeks, none of my former lovers are there to offer comfort. My friends have betrayed me despising me as they turn deadly enemies. I'm a slave to my own nature humbled with no rest from sorrow humiliated like a deer which cannot find pasture and hunted down till my strength is gone. I can't even remember the good Life that was once there because my existence has become a joke. A beauty, young and untouched now trampled like grapes in a wine pot. Tears of suffering; shouts of mourning becoming my closest triplet sisters. I reach out my hand but no one offers comfort instead I'm being treated like a filthy rag. My eyes red from crying, my stomach is on knots and I feel sick all over as I wait for the healing of my wounds; gaping as wide as the oceans Deep in my heart, I cry out now letting my tears overflow my walls day and night. my skin and flesh waste away and my Bones broken. The constant insults and hard knocks chain me down to eat gravel and be rubbed in dirt. My Life has turned sour; terrified, trapped, caught and crushed as tears flood my eyes and they won't stop. I was once worth much more than fine stones from Australia yet now counted worthless like dishes of clay. I stagger around naked and wounded exposed to the Red vultures of the Jungle and to the babarian brutal desert tribes. My skin scourched from fever and hunger and finally, the desert trap, immobilizing me, makes them swoop down faster than the Eagles from the sky to feast in the delicious meal of my ruin.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2013

Details | Romanticism |
I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
... I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive... happy... romantic,
... till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
You see I've been misunderstood majority of my life
Its as though if living were war 
then im the knife
Its not my fault society embraces suicide
Label me an aspiring mathematician
Cuz I have nothing to hide
but a simple substance I provide
for an affordable price
my life is nicked and dimed into a dynasty of ghetto capital
my product derived of natural organic matter
strategically cut and cooked for a simple way to provide
that get away you're after boo
Damage is collateral
See while you chase starts
I chase the dollars that make them
See I defy God and for a few
I can make you invincible
destroying your principles 
Cuz ile have you feining for that next high 
that next mucus mixture 
with the snort of that booger sugar
Excess caked up til inhaled to the brain
that mental bugaloo
Cut into rocks of instacourage
for you weak pawns on a chessboard
checkmated before you had the chance 
to advance to enemy territory
You've destroyed yourself 
As I enjoy my wealth
Now whos the loser
When you look yourself in the mirror
and realized you've ascertained a habit you cant break
developed a hunger for a superficial utopia you cant make
You are
So as a businessman my product and I are one
but never mingle
So while you dibble and dabble with the snow
I create blizzards
Are you prepared for the cold cold life ahead of you 
If im caught is federal
But you're worth the effort 
Im just simply the man that makes the offer
And its crazy cuz when the streets were hot
and my product was mixed with soda pop
it was a shoulder shrug
Now I gotta hide my product
discreet with my customers
or metal bracelets will give my wrist
a colder hug 
Load the slug
and aim it at your cranium
this is a ride youll die for
Literally speaking 
No pun intended
It was more of a visual sentence

Copyright © John Floyd | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose |
He just stood there, Dr. Death, His black shroud from gray bones hanging; Siphoning water from the well Into a Grecian vial. It’s backwards flow; Pouring, endlessly pouring, A backwards faucet. Coolly, calmly, I sit and watch, His head turns toward me; A deadly blank stare Piercing into my very soul Come, he motions, A bony white gray finger, Summoning, calling me… No, I won’t go! A gentle breeze comes; I have no fear as I watch and feel The cool, wafting, breeze; I am calm. He’s coming towards me now, Long strides, gliding nearer… Nearer… I have no fear. I am calm. He motions for me again and again; No! I won’t come to you, Specter. Closer, closer, gliding still closer to me. No fear; Watching he stops; Bony long fingers touch my arm and I chill. Don’t take me now, Dr. Death!

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
Darkness

Darkness falls over me all around..
It helps drown out the loud sound..
Of pain and heartache because I feel okay in the darkness..
And trying to pull me in to light just makes me feel less..
Because in darkness you don't have to talk, go any place or even look nice...
You just curl up and do your thing without needing advise..
I will take darkness over light anytime.
Just because you are in the darkness it is not a crime..
You can still meet me here if you feel the need..
And there is no dress code, subjects not welcome or language to watch indeed..
Darkness falls in my eyes and heart every single night..
Trying to stay out of the darkness has just become too much of a losing fight..
The battle is tiring so instead of continuing the battle every day and night and just..
Will let the darkness fall into me and let it take what it must..
                                            
Buffy Sammons 8/3/15

Copyright © Buffy Sammons | Year Posted 2015

Details | Couplet |
Almost like wearing an eternal hat of shame
Black veils hide the blame
Shadowy onlookers dying to see under the opaque 
Their eyes deepened in curiosity expecting some day the veil would break 
Dawn never looked so dark before
Horizons under veiled eyes once more
Continuously blocking out your connectors to the world
Denying your difference a chance to be accepted 
Ashamed boy, Ashamed girl
However, credit to living freely, your body you’ll show
While in tack stays the veil; behind it, no people will know
Black tints faded into black shades, made
Partially reflective, partially transparent; one-sided mirror blades
Unveil and remove one trains of thoughts
To grab a hold of a world that lets you teach as you will be taught
Almost like wearing an honored hat of truth
No veil, just the bare nature of you

Copyright © Kira Price | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
you won’t listen to me, so i write to you on my arms. 
this one says i needed you and you weren’t there. 
this one says i’m bleeding but you don’t care. 
i wrote you this one out of despair, 
seemed like you always had to be at some other somewhere,
and it hurts, because it’s me you’re dismissin’, 
with no time to listen, just need your attention, 
it’s your touch i’m missin’, look me in my eye,
i know you see my letters, so why don’t i get a reply?
i guess it’s worth it just to try, 
to get you to notice me just one more time, 
write you just one last line, 
but i’m runnin’ out of time ‘cause i’m runnin’ out of ink, 
needin’ more time to think, 
but i don’t have it, so i sign my last letter and address it to you,
i hope this one gets through

Copyright © Erin Evans | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
EVENING

Evening slipped out of the cave
Crossed the rock wall
And buried the city in soft kisses
Sun god‘s dripping soup
Gave her child a sunset glow
She went back to her cave
To sleep, to grow

NIGHT
Night birds on the prowl
Growl of dark panther
Unsteady footfalls of ghosts
Silhouetted trees
Cacophony of fledglings 
Snakes ripe with venoms
Green eyed owl preening feathers
Deep in jungles fairies play
Near a lake moon sneaks in
Embers of childhood
Smoldering in deep.

Copyright © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Why do I bother being truthful

When everyone I meet seems so hateful

They wonder why I don’t talk about my former life

If they want to see the pain i've known

Just look into my eyes

You will see the millions of tears i’ve cried

And you wonder why I hide

Behind these dark and lonely eyes.



I’m alone because it’s the only time I feel safe

I still run and hide in that special place

I feel like a child

Afraid of the dark

I don’t want sympathy

And I don’t need any more sorrow

When I go out i am tall and proud

I stand out in the crowd

Then they see these lonely dark eyes

And they think to them selves

Why a young man cries.



At this time, life is good as I crack a smile

It’s a cover for this lonely man inside

I’ve been that low I often wish I had died

When I went away to fight for my pride

I’m still fighting

A personal fight battling with nightmares every night

I want to tell people how I really feel inside

But will they break down and cry

We all feel sorrow we all know pain

But why is mine, here to stay

I have fought off illness

But still I hurt inside

I’ve got my life organised

Please what ever you do

Don’t ask me what goes on behind these dark and lonely eyes

Because I will only smile and tell you lies

You wont believe the secrets hidden behind these lonely eyes

Copyright © gareth stockwood | Year Posted 2009

Details | Rhyme |
5/24/17



Not going to adjourn
Since you never learn
Going to make you squirm
More than a worm
With a stance that is firm
Then make you burn
So that you never return
Showing no concern

No more chances
Or free passes
You'll find out what happens
Over such foolish actions
When you are thrown into sulphuric acid
Or taken out through using gases
Then put below the grasses
And any branches
The universe continues on, as the scales tilt or balance
Whether it was done in good will or from being callous

Once or twice
Might not take your life
But make you pay the price
With the ultimate sacrifice
The outcome chosen by a roll of the dice
Since you never took advice
I think this should suffice
And if not then it will not end nice
Getting eaten alive by rats and mice


Too late to take back what you said
Going to bring you to the edge
And toss you from the ledge
Doesn't matter where you land or if it's on a hedge
So long as you remain dead
Oh well many other lifeforms will get fed
Body parts including the head, brought back to a den
Never seen or heard from again

Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
A,B,C alphabetic
1,2,3, arithmetic

Two eyes of academic 
Alphabetic and arithmetic

What logic in alphabetic?
What Ethic in arithmetic?

No letter comes prosperous
No figure goes dangerous

No letter brings luckiness
No figure brings luckiness

God given the time
Don't blame,it's crime

No letter writes divine
No figure counts not divine

At seven counts of teen
Gate way is thirteen

A,B,C alphabetic
1,2,3 arithmetic

Two eyes of the academic
Arithmetic and alphabetic






Copyright © Muhammad Safa Thajudeen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Lyric |
I'm living in the boat on the ocean
No sun. No cigarettes
Tomorrow I will find you, my heart feels it
You know, you were the only one who I really loved in this dying world

Take my hand, let's break this town
My love, my love, my **** love
My heart was in my mouth
I want him. I am so sure

Don't hide from me, honey
Don't hide from the dark past
'Cause she is on the another side
She's waiting for you, baby

I said "Everything is going to be alright"
You said "It sounds like a lullaby from my mouth"
I was repeating it thousand times
But that dark past shadow ruined you

Take my hand, let's break this town
My love, my love, my **** love
My heart was in my mouth
I want him. I am so sure

I want him
I want him
I want him

Copyright © Floral Flowers | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |
Words.
These words merely written on paper.
They do so much good for the soul. 
They're something miraculous.
Like spun gold from the dull lead embedded in a wooden frame. 
It become your safe haven. 
You begin to scribbled until your bones are corroded with artheritis and your skin cracks and bleeds, because you need it. 
It's like drugs. A fiction addicition. 
You become so drowned in your own thoughts that what you thought was real slips away from you. 
You begin to see things differently and you cringe at ignorance because you've bettered yourself through your addiction to literary diamonds.  
These words, these treasures, these positive drugs, they become the beat in your heart.
And you hope and pray to anything that it won't be taken away from you. 
Because not all drugs are bad.
Some are just red wine and liquid gold that we choose to ignore.

Copyright © Andy Dangercat | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
My hands are cold,
lips blue.
Baby there's nothing you can do.
My head is spinning,
blood dripping.
When will I see you again?
Bright lights,
people shouting.
Honey tell them I'm trying to sleep.
Loud crying,
people dying.
Baby please don't let it happen to me.
White light,
Last breath.
People screaming,
Flames beaming.
Ashley you're up next.

Copyright © ashli elliott | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose Poetry |
The rain pours down on the city. 
A sense of putrid disgust fills the air, 
as trash litters the streets 
and grime grows in every back alley. 

The clouds cast their shadows 
and the lack of saturation sucks the life out of everything 
and everyone. 

The rain adds depth to the highlights and shadows of the world,
making the spray-painted brick walls and cigarette-ridden cracked roads look surreal. 
The rain cleanses the earth of it‘s filth.

It‘s the emptiness that makes me feel, 
the destroyers of my body.
For all the years of coffees, cigarettes,
opiates and alcohol have numbed me.
My insides feel sick, my organs venal.

My body is being held together by a rope of chains,
and the chains are rusting against my skin.

I often find myself in bed with an old fling or an attractive stranger.
Another night of vigorous intercourse, 
makes no difference to me. 
They take more pleasure in it than I do,
for even at the end of the night,
I am still
and truly alone in my mind.

Copyright © Todd Dawson-Cooper | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
I feel like my nights is getting colder...
There's a lot of weight on my shoulders....
So much pain that I can't take....
So many smiles that I try to fake...
Living in a world with black walls....
Walk a little then fall in deep holes....
Try to reach high to see the light...
But there's no strength left to fight...
Use a pray for one rain drop....
Wishing to go back in time or make it stop....
Drowning pictures with my salty tears....
Starting a new life and throwing all of my life years....
All what I do is fantasize....
So I can believe that I'm a live....
I feel problems cutting my throat...
And darkness is getting over my thoughts...
I'm paralyzed and I can't make a sound....
I'm in a place that no one can find....
So I go back to god and pray....
Cause he knows what's inside with no words to say...
Maybe god will wash my sins....
And maybe my  tragedy  soon will ends....

Copyright © Dalia Shahein | Year Posted 2015