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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 | ABC |
The Perfect Friend ©

Today I found a friend 
Who knew everything I felt
She knew my weakness
And the problems I’ve been dealt.
She understood my wonders
And listened to my dreams, 
She listened to how I felt about life and love
And knew what it all means.
Not once did she interrupt me
Or tell me I was wrong
She understood what I was going through
And promised she'd stay long.
I reached out to this friend, 
To show her that I care
To pull her close and let her know
How much I need her there.
I went to hold her hand 
To pull her a bit nearer
And I realized this perfect friend I found
Was nothing but a mirror

Written by Shannen Wrass
Copyright © 1995 Shannen Wrass. All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Shannen Wrass | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I have always been alone
I have always been the lonely one
In the corner, quiet and silent
Inside of dreams to come

So with determination
I build and build and build
Possessions compounding
Wealth is the only scorecard I know

Now, it’s amassed, and I have it all
So with pride and confidence
I do what anyone should
I must purchase a possession of my desire

I read in the paper of a sale very fine
A Garage sale of many old antiques divine
Within it all is treasure so very deep
A broken heart of golden hopes

I am not sure how one goes about
Such a purchase, of infinite value
I am succumbed with depression and sadness
For all my wealth

I have not the currency to buy this heart
So I burned my money that very night
I learned, there is another currency of delight
I wrote words and music and poetic verse

My Snow White she refuses to awake
Even my heart at the bone it shakes
Vaso the empty vessel of life
Learned there is no currencies at all

To acquire a broken heart

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016




Details | Sonnet |
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 | Prose Poetry |
Fire and ice fill these veins, dreams 
are no longer sufficient to quell the
turbulent tides that quarrel within.
Deep within butterflies dance out 
of sync, and the heartstrings  await
the magical fingers of the harpist.
Solitudes aura is cold and clammy,
there is a dark side to this loneliness
that I cannot comprehend, it leaves
me wanting. This lonely castle wall
where so many poets have cast their
words, thrown their hearts to a new
horizon or a setting sun, is where I 
await the tide that brings you forth.
For I know you are real, we have
touched in another time, drank the
wine, made love, danced the dark
hours in passion. Dim my vision
since you waltzed these eyes, my
Queen come to me, come with
haste, fill these arms, fill this
heart, kindle the fires and melt
the ice. Bring me stars , bring me 
paradise, give me lips as soft as
snow, give to me your love and
these castle walls would crumble
before your smile. Patiently I
stand these walls, scanning the
seas for that sail that conveys our
union, lonely but so in love.
















Copyright © Daniel Cheeseman | Year Posted 2010

Details | Rhyme |
A "collaboration" with Edgar Allan Poe's poem titled, "Alone"


From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were - I have not seen
As others saw - I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.

     Where years of mingled adolescent voices
     Denied a heart and it's choices
     My quiet self could not speak
     Another outcast - a soul unique.

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I lov'd, I lov'd alone.

     Pages of art, the written word
     An interest each one found absurd
     A solemn love that I must hide
     To keep when I and time can abide.

Then - in my childhood - in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:

     How - in melancholy youth - I found
     The companion to whom I remain bound,
     I do not know precisely the day when
     Though I knew I had gained a friend.

From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that 'round me roll'd
In its autumn tint of gold -

     The years dragged on without relent
     As months of solitude were spent,
     Down a new road I traveled then
     Meeting destiny, though I knew not when.

From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by-
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

     Undeterred by any supernatural power
     Or life's occasional teardrop shower
     My soul kept tight hold of passion
     Let me fulfill it in my own fashion
     This outcast "demon" found in me a friend
     Alone together, now and beyond the end.




Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Ana
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 | Light Poetry |
Life is birth
Life is death
Life is pain
Life is love and love lost
Life is a journey to your death
So paint many pictures
Cherish many memories
Celebrate good cheer
You’ll be dead soon enough
Meaningless as the random birth of a star
That will only later explode in red blood
Life will toss you a smile or two
A warm moment, or Monet, who cares
Only to steal it back from you
So why bother with this tedious journey
Towards the ultimate darkness of a cold cold death
I will tell you why
It’s for that one kiss
The one chance
To hold love in your arms
To taste lustful youth
We are born for that
We kill for it
We die regardless of it
So let me do this one act
This one symbolic gesture
I toss to you a dozen red roses
Along with my heart
A kiss
My love was always there
All you had to do was reach out
Why oh why
Fear a fool such as I
Whom for one kiss
I would surely die













If only I could complete your heart
For a new lovers start

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2014

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 | I do not know? |

Wrestling Verses


Spilling ink onto paper,
reading tea-leaves,

fragments of mirth,
shards of anguish,

remain,
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,

still,

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 | Light Poetry |
The night is quiet, except for the nocturnal birds that never stop singing.
One gets used to that and perhaps, finds comfort in it.

She lies beside him, as she always has.
Her cries, screams and laughter erupt periodically
brought on by dreams she will never remember.

He rubs her back and coos at her.
Her best companion, now is a child size rag doll, 
she talks to it, like she once talked to him.

Her soft, warm hands do not touch him any longer,
only the doll.

He aches with loneliness,
no one to speak to, no one to hold and be held.

When she was young life was good.
This tiny woman was always there for him.
Bad things happened. 
Still, she was always there.

Now, she is lost to him forever, only a shell exists.
One he must feed, clean and cry over.

He is often angry at her, though she has not a clue.
"Die or come back to me" his mind screams,
But, never will his voice utter those words.





Copyright © Gail Blakeley | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |
 
She is a dark skin girl 
who sings in the church choir 
He would see her passing every day 
and she sets his heat on fire 

He fell in love with her 
But they never talk before 
He would waits to see her 
every day from his front door 

He is an Indian boy 
Works in his father company 
He is an only child 
from a very wealthy family 

She is just a poor girl 
Living down by the train line 
She's a down to earth girl 
always so polite and kind 

One day he sees her walking home 
so he went over to say hello 
but then sees his father car 
So he stop talking and leaves to go 

But his father sees him 
And at home started to yell and shout 
He said "if you to talk to that girl again 
You leave the house and get out 

Why are you talking to her 
To that poor girl who lives in the trace 
If any body see you talking to her 
you will bring me shame and disgrace 

we're arranging marriage to a rich family 
With a nice educated girl in san Fernando 
We already made the arrangements 
and this Sunday we have to go 

Well he didn’t sleep all night 
He love this poor girl so dearly 
And if he don’t do something now 
He knows how is his futures going to be 

so he lie in bed all night awake 
waiting for the break of dawn 
then he packs his cloths in bag 
and as the sub came up he was gone 

Next morning he knocks on her door 
her face lights up with a smile 
He said if it’s ok with you 
I really need to talk to you for awhile 

I have always been in love with you 
But was to shy to come out and say 
but that you know "if you love me to 
I will leave my father house today 

His father disown his son that day 
because their love was forbidden 
But they married that that same week 
and now have two beautiful children 

Parents needs to understand 
You can’t control your children mind 
When they are grown and seek love 
Their own happiness they will find 

God created a world for us 
With such beautiful nature 
Life would be so boring? 
If we all were the same color 

We live in a world today 
Every race thinks they are superior 
But no matter what religion you are 
There is only one Almighty savior

Copyright © kasim ishmael | 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 | Light Poetry |
she wake up this morning 
with last night tears in her eyes 
she don't want to face the truth 
that this is the final goodbye 

she wants to give her love 
to a heart that's not alive 
to a heart that's still breathing 
but nothing left in it to survive 

she wants to give hope 
to a heart that's torn to pieces 
to a heart that keeps on bleeding 
through the crack and creases 

I didn't mean to hurt her 
she only has herself to blame 
she keeps trying to light a fire 
when there was no fuel for the flame 

I never offered more than friendship 
that's a fact I made so clear 
you keep looking for emotions 
when there was nothing there 

The hardest part of any friendship 
is sometimes you fall in love 
that's the price you pay with friendships 
its a game of push and shove 

we wish things would stay the same 
when it's time to say goodbye 
and when although we know the truth 
we still treat it like its a lie 

so I know that she's hurting 
but I know its not my fault 
she was looking for sugar 
in a bag of salt 

she wants to give her love 
to a heart that cant receive 
but I'm not looking to hurt her 
with deceptions and to cause her grieve 

how can I give my love 
when it belong with someone else 
its has not been mines to give 
for many many years 

so this is goodbye 
please try to understand 
this is a huge universe 
and things don't always go as you plan 

the only woman that I ever love 
she took my love and went way away 
and like a fool I will keep waiting 
and hoping she return to me one day

Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
The poet and the lonely road, betwixt his netherworld abode,
   in canyons deep, and in seldom trodden creeps,
Always secrets, secrets....
   too kept ----
   he has made his humble abode, in the dark alone,
   he sleeps ----
   with vipers and white (sepulchre) tombs
   (alone)

He does not see the meadow, and daisies,
   (rising sun)
   nor words of wisdom on his tongue;
   fall away, to dark netherhworld abodes....

Poet be he not, 'til fellowship and gratitude 
   be his home, and grace in word be his love;
   of good cheer to all concerned and more ----
   should even shadow knocketh, 
   of this he writes 


Written in 2012

Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
"Lord" I did my time on earth
I protected this life of yours
So many times I wanted to end it
But I never broke your laws

You have never forsaken me
So I hold on and kept my faith
And even when you know I was sinner
You still never differentiate

When she shattered my heart
I pray to you to ease my pain
And you kept me breathing
When you know I couldn't live again

"Please lord" if I did any good deeds
Please answer my final prayer
And please put me out of my misery
Please don’t ask me to live with out her

I can’t explain it lord, I really can’t
But I love her more than I love my life
And it hurts so much when I miss her
I’m dying just trying to survive

Just take me home lord
Please have mercy on my soul
I am nothing without her
And I’m so lonely in the world

And my mind is losing control
And I can’t hold back my emotion
And my tears keeps flowing 
Like a river to the ocean

I keep hearing her voice in my head
And it’s driving my crazy
Because she is talking
But she is not talking to me

She is somewhere far
And standing I’m right here
I prayer to you and I cried 
Now I think that you just don’t care

And I give faith every chance
And I kept my blood warm
I put my head down 
Grind my teeth and Face the storm

While the bleeding in my heart 
Keeps over flowing like a well
God please close my eyes
And my life has become a living hell

I did my deeds " lord
Now please take me home
I can’t live without her 
And just don’t want to live alone

She is the only woman 
That will ever enter my heart
And the hurting is unbearable
When we are so far apart

So I don’t even want to try
There is no use to
Please reach out your hands "lord
And take me home to you

This is my final prayer
I accept my faith
But" lord" please guide her to heaven
And just drop my off by hell’s gate

Copyright © kasim ishmael | 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 |
How many fake smiles
Have you put on before?
When inside your beating heart
Is broken and torn.
How many tears
Has your pillow held at night?
When you lay there, broken,
Hidden from everyone's sight.
How many attempts
At your life have you taken?
They don't see that you're broken,
Not only bruised but emotionally beaten.
Pain is inevitable, 
These feelings you hold.
But you'll tell them you're fine
'Cause that's what you've been told.

Copyright © Palen Drew | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |
1

I stood by your graveside this cold winters day.

A heart broken with sorrow that won’t go away.

I called out your name and shed many a tear.

And hoped in my heart that you would appear.

2

God took you from us that fine sunny morning.

Our lives now shattered without any warning.

Your work here on earth has finished this year.

Your books and teachings you spread  far and near.

3

It was a pleasure to know you for sixty odd years.

And when my time comes I will have no fears.

You will be waiting to greet me as oft times before.

When I call to your house and knock on the door.

4

Each night when I lay my head down to sleep.

I will ask the lord your soul to keep.

And if you find any time away from your books.

Look kindly on me as I walk in those woods.

Copyright © Patrick Ronan | Year Posted 2007

Details | Prose Poetry |
IMPLODING REALITY Silent scream wildly flapping of wings unseen around this crying head where eyes are no more and mouth a wide silence where ears hear only madness while mind is anywhere but sane Violence throws me out of bed every night on legs that collapse forgotten they don't work lugging, tug drag into that corner they fly around cursing me lashing out insane insane Eyes unsee, ears unhear, mouth unscream imploding reality If I am insane Why can I describe this so vividly? *** January 3, 2017

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Italian Sonnet |
I shoot up above the silent, spellbound crowd,
Gaping down at their bright hands with glassy eyes,
Then I pierce the satin clouds that dress the skies,
And drift in space toward that eternal shroud,
The vast field of stars that angels tilled and plowed.
How the crowd tilts down their heads with gazeless eyes,
Staring tongue-tied at handheld luminous lies!
Yet I, head high in the clouds, remain unbowed.
 
But what have I found, while the world wastes away?
Some seek lowly lights, others shoot for the stars;
Some keep as pets the very pests they should slay,
Others spread their wings and apace fly away;
Because we’re the ones who’ll write our own memoirs, 
Let us wake up and roar, we must seize the day.

Copyright © Henrique Oliveira | Year Posted 2017

Details | Light Poetry |
A dark lonely silence walked into a town, in hopes of a dream to arise
Yet not even a single smile looked its way, surely the dark silence was here to stay
Only the stars witnessed the passing shadow that lurked behind that lonely silence, it was surely a surprise
Pain was written all over the silence with broken dreams as ink, yet not a soul in sight to pray

One by one the stars peeked into the world, visible they became for the sky lit in many colors
Soon there after the moon showed face, her smile came into sight first, happy she was
A vast amount of shining stars gathered to witness the dark and lonely silence pass
Not a sound was heard for miles to radiate, not a single soul to count the guest ranging in millions, plus

The gathered stars began to whisper secrets among themselves, for they knew of the coming end
They formed a line to tell the story, yet had no audience to read in the time it would be to spend
Floating hidden passionate messages carried the stars in their bellies
Lost course, no where to head the silence began to read, amazed beyond imagination it sang

Speak or for ever hold thy living breath
For a man that does not speak is just as dead inside to death
Walk into a scene with a smile, floss your spirit, speak in proper tone or even slang
Broken was the heart that once sang

Copyright © Edward Orozco | Year Posted 2009

Details | Alliteration |
Hoot! Hoot! Came the call
In silence I listened,heard
Nothing.
Suddenly, hoot! Hoot! 
Came the cry,tree 
Branches rustling,wings 
Flapping.
Seems the world was in 
Oblivion-the absolute 
Silence.
Went I to the window 
and Looked into the 
empty Darkness. As I lay 
down,I Knew somewhere 
I would Hear that sound 
again.

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Put a bullet in my brain
as the rain sweeps her out of my arms
and places her into another's.
Put a bullet in my brain
for I don't want to see love slip away
please end my suffering,
for I don't want to dare see her in the arms of another man.

I fear the tear that slips away from my soul
and touches the ground with a splash
as she is washed away by the lashed memories of the rain,
please, someone put a bullet in my brain.

I can't bear to see her with another man
laying in his arms
as he charishes her beauty
just like I did to her.
As she smiles and laughs at his jokes
my heart would not bare the sorrow and pain
that would tare my heart apart into pieces of tainted love.
Please tell the rain to stop,
as the pain grows when rain comes down,
please someone end my suffering,
put a bullet in my brain
and stop the rain
that washes away every memory of her.

Stop saying you miss me
and just kiss me
for I can't take the pain
of the rain that takes you away.
Kiss me and stop saying you miss me
for those are useless words to me.
Love is where it's at, so show me.
Don't go with him, he'll treat you wrong.
Love and laugh with me till the break of dawn
as we yawn the long night away.

Kiss me and don't say you miss me.
For if you go away from me,
I couldn't bare to take a tear and waste it away.
Tears, sweet tears crying for you,
doesn't that mean anything to you?
I ask you, stop the rain,
stop the pain and put that bullet in my brain.

Let the red blood flow from my temples.
Let the plow dig my grave,
for I can't bare to see you with another
in his arms, him kissing you, where I kissed you.
I can't take it, I have to make it,
make that pain go away.
Prayer didn't help, God turned a blind eye
when I came up and said why!
Put that bullet in my dome
and when I lay in the coffin, looking at the roof of the church
you come and kiss me, and then you can really say
that you'll miss me.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose Poetry |
tum bhi toh abhi khamosh ho aur hum bhi
aur na jaane kya kehti hai yeh khamoshi...

uss din jab  tum  mile the humse yeh nahi pata tha ki yeh mulaquaat hogi 
humari aakhri...
aur mehsoos hua tha tab ek dard dil mein jab tut gaya humara woh benaam  
sa rishta aur phir ban gaya ek naya rista lekin yeh nahi pata tha ki, yeh naya 
rista hoga yeh khamoshi...

haan kuch lamhe ki thi yeh galatfehmi ki awaaz  lekin jab tut kar giri  yeh awaaz 
kaanch ki tarah , toh bikar gayi aur ban gayi yeh khamoshi...


kuch sawal the tumhare jiske jawab tab nahi the paas humare, aur jo the sawal 
humare woh kahin dab gaye aur bankar rahi gayi yeh khamoshi...


kabhi agar phir se mann main aaye yeh sawal tumhare toh padh lena meri yeh 
khamoshi...
aur jawab phir bhi na mile toh padh lena humari inn aankon main ,jahan boonde 
bankar behti hai yeh khamoshi....


nahi thi galti tumhari jo tum hume samajh nahi paye...
naa hi thi galti  humari jo tumhe hum samjha bhi na paaye , phir waqt beeth ta 
sa chala gaya aur reh gayi yeh khamoshi...


ab toh subah se shyaam aur shyaam se raat beet jati hai,waqt bewaqt dil main 
dard ke toofan sa uth ta hai ,phir bhi chup rehti  hai tumhari aur meri yeh 
khamoshi...

kehna hai toh bahut kuch tumse magar kahun bhi toh kaise jab humare vich hai 
yeh khamoshi...


jaane anjaane jo dard maine diya hai tumhe aaj phir woh dard batati hai 
tumhari yeh aankhein aur tumhari yeh khamoshi...


ab itne tut gaye hain hum bhi ki bas yehi khwahish reh gayi ki  tut jaye yeh sab 
doori aur bol uthe yeh khamoshi...

Copyright © Rojalin Rose | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Notes: I am putting the notes upfront, suicide is no laughing matter, however, anything that makes it something that can be discussed I think is a good thing. Humor really is an aid to many an illness. Note the poem starts with a reason, when someone is at the point of suicide, there is NO reason. It is an illness like any other. Also inside humor  and innuendo is meaning. Enough said.

I went to the casino of love last night
I placed a bet on romantic seven
Lost all my chips, ain’t going to heaven
Broke me heart
Lowered head, I walked back to the car park

Next morning I woke up
Put a gun to my head
Click
Click
Click
Click
I can’t even win at Russian roulette

Need a change, to get away
Mending the pain or soul, some might say
Took a plane to Bengal
Ended up in beuruit
Walked right into the middle of a war or 2
Explosions all over, around me head
Thank god, soon I shall be dead
I saw a terrorist with a real mean look
I waved hello, shoot me, shoot me!!!
I am sure he would have given a chance 
But someone else tossed into him a lance
Seems even in a war I can’t make myself dead
Sadly I lost at even this deadly dance

Then an explosions tossed me sky high
Was i going to heaven, was this my grand demise?
No, I landed in the sea and just on time
For a cruise ship to save me, soul and all
Off too Florida it seems
Death sure has some gall


I was walking along a sunny beach
When all of a sudden two gangs appeared
One Cuban, one Mexican, they sure looked mean
Two gangs known as killing machines
Here is me smack in the middle
My lucky day, for how could I lose
Suicide was assured, come on, you know it
I yelled to both of them
I am DEA, and I think all of you queers are very very gay
That out to get me the bullet I wish
What the hell, they all dropped their guns and surrendered
I admit I was starting to be mighty offended

So now I have this Medal of Honor
For saving a community of drugs and plunder
I just can’t win at the casino of life
I can get myself killed no matter the plight

So back home I go
What the hell
I’ll fill the bathtub
And give that a go

You think I’m bragging or boasting of death
I am serious, this will work, why drowning for sure
What could go wrong? with such a fine plan?
All I want to be is a dead dead man

So yes, I fill up the tub with water and suds
I down some pills, some booze and some bud
I am drifting off, to my purgatory bliss
When I hear an alarm the wakes me
What’a darn bitch
The buildings on fire, ok I can burn in my sorrow
Except the bathtub collapses and doses the fire

I am a loser, this is for sure
They gave me Medal of Honor again
For saving all the seniors by making it rain
I am not dead, and I am not happy
Seems I can’t accomplish 
Even my death
Even this task I make a mess

Now I am curious, I have to ask
Have any readers killed themselves yet?
This tale that’s a mess, being alive is giving me stress
If not read on, it’s gonna get better
Someone I will succeed at this suicidal adventure

OK now a bridge I hear is a good place to die
Not to hard, you jump and say good bye
I can do that, doesn’t seem hard
So now I stand on a Golden Gate Bridge
Happy at last that life will be over

All of a sudden a huge shaking occurs,
An earthquake , oh lucky me maybe the bridge will collapse
Not to be and you know that now, it tosses me infront of a car
The car brakes and halts and honks its horn
Till it sees the crack in the road just up ahead
If not for me falling right right there
That car would be the one drowning in the ocean of despair

They jumped out and hugged me and kissed me with thanks
Apparently I saved an ambulance full of pre mature babies
You know what happens next, and don’t you go crying
Another Medal of Honor for me, a hero without trying!

What the hell I give up
This suicide profession is harder than you think
Hell I might as well go back to my whiskey and drinks
Live in the darkness, and pray that one day
Life has enough meaning that I wish to actually stay

So now that these ideas so dark and so deadly
I have discarded without hope, so now I will be friendly
I will join the world of human souls and laughter
Even if inside I still lack such basic character

No more silly ideas of death
I need to move on and make life the best
So off to the store, to get me some groceries
A new leaf I have turned and I confess to a smile
When I am crossing the street, I see to my horror
That I am hit by a bus, and finally no damn tomorrows

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015

Details | Personification |
The leaf has fallen from everything it has known
The wind of despair drags the leaf aimlessly
The leaf can not find refuge from its tormentor
The Leaf begs for mercy

Withered and dry, as others float aimlessly by
Wishing for their company, wanting a friend
But, only receiving an evanescent try
Oh, how fate does not bend

Envy the evergreen
They dance with the wind of melancholy
Never falling from grace, never losing to nature's game
Why are they immortal when the rest wonder the earth alone until death

Crumbling, the wind does not stop, nor does it care too
Falling apart, the earth's soil reclaiming me
Fading away, is this peace, or is this just death
I am lonely, afraid

Copyright © Trevor Barnett | Year Posted 2013

Details | Light Poetry |
 
  


    NEW

    Hush my little child 
    No more tears 
    Your mother and father 
    will be your guide 
    Beautiful as an angel 
    Fragile as glass 
    Like a little bird 
    that will learn to fly 
    Sleep now my child 
    Dream about tomorrow 
    Angels of the night cradles you 
    On the path to the dream of paradise 
    there is no fear of the dark 
    Small Steps Walks Carefully 
    Tomorrow is a new day
    together we will be 
    Dear child one day you will be brave




    OLD

    An old man
    He is more than 80 years
    Alone - His wife's death
    Sitting in his chair - has difficulty walking
    Small Steps Walks Carefully
    The phone marks with red tape on number one
    Number one is his daughter's number
    He remember that
    Diapers Size X-Large, he sits in his chair
    Evening comes - the old man is tired
    He is not afraid of the dark
    But loneliness is painful
    Small Steps Walks Carefully
    He has his dreams
    Wakes up in the middle of the night
    and look at the stars and the moon
    Tomorrow is a new day
    Alone

    Life ....




    14.05.2014
    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I opened my eyes,under. 
A bleak atmosphere-
deserted I beheld.
Sinuous channels flowing.
Whimpering           
Sounds escaped,
As I walked on vast layer 
Of permafrost.
Beyond the horizon,the 
World lay bare.
With my heart in my 
Hand,I passed thru 
Argyle And Hellas,amid 
eerie Sounds echoing as 
dust
Storms circled,forming 
Shadowy figures.
Storms etching
The terrain,light   
Coloured dust particles
Created shifting light
And dark patterns.
How came I into this 
Voiceless world?
Three thousand miles, 
Across is chasm;beneath 
Lay the throne of Hades
I thought.
Drawing near,I jolted
As I heard a voice.
In the ship, this voice
Echoed in my ears-
"Welcome to earth!"

Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu | Year Posted 2013