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Path of sorrow

Sad fragile heart begins to beat faster, for it knows it's heading for disaster. Eyes fixed into nothing, softly they stare, wondering why nobody seems to care. Like rustling leaves abandoning the tree, who gave them permission to be set free. Virgin silent tears seep through wrinkled bark, hidden, only when horizons become dark. Evading towards the path known as sorrow, unsure of what could happen tomorrow. When lies become truths, there can be no trust, as broken promises vanish like dust. This sullen demeanour has no fear of death, just the pain it will feel until my last breath.
29 November 2016 The Silent One

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2016

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Eccentric Eyes

Open eyed, long tearless, foul silvered orbs
have you no pity? The aqua tide rides dry.
Blind staring scorches, accusing twin barbs
who burrow inward, a destiny to decry.

Scattered rendering, puzzled pieces aligning;
"Please mercy has a place, why can't I cry?"
Remove the cataract veneer, stop my pining
"Have you no place for maddened souls such as I?"

Nailed to the boards you see a canvassed psyche
dabbed upon a casein shroud in hues most bright.
"How many lamp lit days will you seek to find me?"
The light betrays me and I live in eternal fright.

Eternities unfold in Lovecraft Tales 
upon the silvered side within my eyes; hell wails.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2014

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An Empty Tissue Box

When pain hits hard, you might feel like your soul is bleeding out, but there’s no blood to see. Your body is the part that takes the toll, and physically you feel agony. Perhaps the pain goes to your heart as though a knife has sliced right through it, or you feel it in your gut as if you took a blow. No cut or bruise is shown, yet it is real! When both the body and the spirit seem to reach their limit, tears are overdue. You have to let those tears go! Let them stream and carry out the bitterness for you. An empty tissue box becomes the sign that soon, and hopefully, you will be fine. Checked with

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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Live Or Die, You Couldn't Do Both

Live Or Die, You Couldn't Do Both

Upon that dark ground, life was bloody and blue
all dark mists brought more than was due.
Dusty storms, blew about with black hands of Fate
lost as hurt seemed to escalate.

Within hidden shrouds, nights ate sad, dying souls
you cried within odd rhythmic rolls.
Never again, never again, your sworn oath
live or die, you couldn't do both.

Crying for rest on that spirit-eating ground
dancing along but with no sound.
Whenever that rare day's gleaming sun did shine
you grabbed it fierce, saying its mine.

Greatest of dreams was life would find saving lights
hope shown, banishing blackest nights.

Robert J. Lindley,  11-13-2016

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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The Pain of Night

She much preferred the days. In rays of sun
She’d wrap herself as if they were a shawl.
But quiet horror crept when day was done,
for Night closed in - a grim and awful pall.

That memory more easily suppressed
when sunlight drenched her soul came flooding in
as shadows loomed, and then a blackness pressed
into her consciousness the guilt of sin.

Though it was not a sin deliberate,
the Pain of Night arrived as if to scoff
at her for thinking that she might forget
the time she drove her car, then nodded off. . . 

How horrible that sight she can’t erase -
her victim’s young and bloodied stricken face.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Fire in the Heart

Forbidden, deep inside her heart it grew.
It needed only one spark to ignite.
Repressing it was what she had to do.
Extraordinary was the ember’s might!

Incessantly, she had been tempted till
No longer could she fight, so she gave in!

That man she’d been resisting broke her will.
Hotter, the ember burned beneath her skin.
Exploding with passion, she then was lost. 

How quickly by lust’s flames was she consumed!
Exquisite was the burning, but at what cost?
A deep regret soon rained down; she was doomed.
Rejected by the scoundrel and bereft,
The woman, alone and with child, was left.

Written April 28, 2016 for the ELEMENTS Part 4: Fire Contest of Brian Davey

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Inflicted Wounds

The wound inflicted, you will never see,
for it lies in the recess of my mind
Internal is the bleeding; let it be!
You try, but peace of mind you can not find

Who is the God you worship? Speak His name!
I want to know; does he condone this pain?
Is He the one who let you maim and shame,
and will he bless you for your proffered bane?

I wonder how you can to slumber yield
Does not your deed weigh heavy on your heart?
The things you've said and done are not concealed
Your conscience surely pleads amends to start

The wound inflicted you will never see
But there is One who sees inside of me

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016

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You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

You Steal My Beauty To Heart With Glee

Clear night sky once told me to yield
Hold your horses and be quite still
You are but a dot in a dirty brown field
Certainly nothing to give others a thrill.

Now go lay in a moonlit cave
head bowed and heart seeking relief
Give thanks for what I gave
and seek mercy for you are a thief.

You steal my beauty to heart with glee
yet return not praise and glory my way
Yes, you love deep what you see
but fail to ever give me proper pay.

What could I say facing such true accusations?
I simply bowed my head and gave sincere salutations.

R.J. Lindley
Spring, 1971 

Note- From my private journal. Written two years after my father's death.
I often wandered out into that barren brown field late at night to gaze at the vastness of the universe and ask why he was taken from me...
Soon with no satisfactory answer, I turned to hating the world with vengeance in my heart that continued for 18 long and painful years ..

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Farmers Wish


Woke up this morning with the sun in my eyes
Wishing for rain in the clear blue skies
We’re faced with a problem every single day 
Our stocks are all dying right were they lay

Tanks are all empty once again, bore’s all dead & dry
Banks want more money, but lord how I try
Year after year praying for rain
Hail Mary, my prayers are in vein

I can remember when I was a boy 
My dad and his dad too, had so much green
Had so much green green grass

We used to play and swim in the creek 
But all that I’m left with is barren ground
More dead sheep, stacked ten deep

I can’t give up not while I breath
Cause I’m a fair dinkum Aussie guy,
Who never ever gives up
Too much to live for before I say goodbye

So while there is food on the table and a beer in hand
I’ll keep on fighting for my home on the land
With my wife standing tall along my side
We’ll keep on fighting till the day we say goodbye

Copyright © Roger Hawes | Year Posted 2014

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If I Were Gone Tomorrow

Ice crystals form on a once dusty road
Taillights shining brightly amongst the smoke
The old tall oak bruised but still standing strong
A pickled blackened heart no longer broke

If I were gone tomorrow would she care
Remembering that I was always there
Standing by her side through thick and thin
My everlasting love would never disappear

That distant night she wouldn't believe
My heart was pounding loudly for her
Stabbing those stilettos deep into my heart 
Walking out, nevermore would my spirit stir

No amount of liquor could mask the pain
Finally, a dead heart will beat again

**Inspired by Nathan D's Junkie Heaven poem and a few late night texts from a friend drinking at a bar**

Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015

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A Tortured Love

A tortured love abides deep in her heart
A love intense and strong, fearless and brave
A love demanding all and not a part
A love that must descend down to her grave

It is a love that bears not rivalry
A love so pure, a love devoid of doubt
It is a love that thrives on constancy
A love that chases all contenders out

With heavy heart that longs for such a love
In flow of passion’s tide she seeks to swim
She cries out to her God who reigns above
And yet there is no sign, her hope is dim

She will not live her life in tortured time
And so she hopes for death, relief sublime


Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2015

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Literally A Sonnet About A Hornet

Oh buzz off you crazy crazy hornet
Trying to land here upon my buttock,
Here I am eating my crispy cornet
Lazing naked in my garden hammock.

Tried to coax it with my berry ice cream
But alas it seems unprepared or blind,
Dancing upon an invisible beam
Homing in on me with a one track mind.

Could it be I’ve enhanced the essence air
With a gross wind to further relieve me,
Or is this a mock symphony of flair
Of a Britain’s got talent “Bumble Bee?”

His “The classical flight” winning first prize
In pain my swelling one hell of a size!

Copyright © harry horsman | Year Posted 2015

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A Place No One Likes to Be

I know a place; no one likes to be there,
yet nearly everyone I know has gone
to sit with trepidation in a chair,
and then reclined, each person sits and drools
while helplessly they stare up at the face
of someone who is cramming too big tools
inside their mouth, which has too small a space -
too little space to have to let inside
large forceps or that vacuum that lets pass
the grime collecting in mouths open wide!
Perhaps some go just for the laughing gas!
But go we must - and sit still for the drill,
enough sometimes to make a grown man ill.

Written June 17, 2016 
for the If it hurts so bad, why do we do it? Poetry Contest of  Silent One

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

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Silent cries

My silent cries were not heard by deaf ears;
absent was the compassion, none came forth
to ease the pain expressed over the years,
to question the merits of my life‘s worth.
How to cry out, aloud, when sound is numb?
Words not spoken, but the actions taken,
became known for all; to despair succumb,
with silent looks, left alone, forsaken.
If not for the courage of ways taken,
the expanse of silent consent, life’s end,
aspired the intent of a mind shaken,
but instead, on nature’s fortunes depend.

Life will take its course, although tears and pain,
will persist, but through the pain, love will reign.

T.J Grén

Copyright © Teppo Gren | Year Posted 2015

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Pain and Ashes

Oh, speak to me of love, said Pain, now come
Draw up a chair and look me in the eye
Her limbs move slow, by sorrow frozen, numb
All nerve and sinew wracked by silent cry
Sit down, said Pain, the fire is hot and bright
And we must talk, for you have much to say
Not now, she begged, have mercy, not this night
Please let me speak of love another day
She feels the fire’s scorch upon her face
As devastation sears and burns within
We must speak now, said Pain, there is no place
Nor corner left to hide in; so begin…
She sits in silence as the fire flashes
Till morning finds her, sat with Pain, and ashes

by Gail

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015

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Seeing Deep Pain, In Watering Blue Eyes

Seeing Deep Pain, In Watering Blue Eyes

I was not brave, I did not dare to ask
why she cried, hid behind her weeping mask
Seeing deep pain, in watering blue eyes
matching rainfall from dark, cloudy skies

I had not courage, to find out her plight
nor wisdom -to see evil in plain sight
Her shattered heart, crushed by a cruel fiend
she now lost, nobody dare intervene

If we had met before deep heartbreak struck
I would now hold her and thank my good luck
There she sat, crying outside that June dance
to broken to give her NEW LOVE a chance

Then she saw me and gave a tiny smile
Courage came,  I crossed that last fearful mile

R. J. Lindley,
July 23rd, 1973

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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The Gift of Eros

The Gift of Eros

Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd and constant noise
In summer heat, in neon and the night
He aims his slender bow with perfect poise
Aloft flies Eros; underneath his feet
As shadows of the Circus slowly shift
I contemplate my own love, bitter, sweet
The wound that Eros wrought in me, the gift
And as I turn my tears up to the sky
A pigeon drops an arrow in my eye

by Gail

Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015

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Dreams Of Her On Lonely Nights

Dreams Of Her On Lonely Nights

My thoughts carried as in arrows swift flight
Each bad day, loneliness and misery;
More to come- dying sun gives wicked night,
long and sadder became desperate pleas.

Where once cherished fires burned brilliant glow,
Now treads shadow host of my vanities;
Lost heart stood aloof, cold as coldest snow
casting forth red-pain and profanities.

Not realized, plans of joy and future life
Nor again- moments of her sweet touch;
Yet held deepest, poems of our love, my wife
This world, I would give, to have again such.

In darkness, my soul in lost battle fights,
Images of her, in dreams on lonely nights.

R.J. Lindley,
April 21st, 1976

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Note--Old sonnet, real bad time in my young life ..
So often we are made strong-- by the depth of the fires that burned us so severely.......

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016

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Healing Balm

Why I ask, did you come at night
To steal my soul and body's desire
It causes me to stir with fright
And my loins to burn with fire

I'm cursed with you for evermore,
A plague, that is now only mine.
A wicked wind that pounds the shore
Destroying it one grain at a time.

But now I want you more despite;
This tormenting pain, you gave.
I feel your weight in my bed at night;
I have long become your slave.

So rest beside me in my arms be calm
And your kisses be a healing balm.

Copyright © James Andersen | Year Posted 2016

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Dream Forever

Thee, are my deepest emotions; taken beyond; my control.
Thou do express love; sweeter; than view of sunshine.
One single touch, from you, feels so fine.
No thoughts of your face would ever console.
Desires; that when I see you, I fight to control,
My heart; is blinded by numbers more than nine.
My soul is bound to you with more than twine.
Thee taketh my senses, beyond, compression of coal.

My blustery habits; are taken; when I see thee, with him.
Coal contracts to brilliant diamonds from pressure, we are told.
My heart aches for thou, under the pressure of seeing his kiss.
No brilliancy of any treasure shines; only a full moon goes dim.
My desires are real; though they have no growth; in gold.
Thee, shall be my dream forever, though I shall have no bliss.

Copyright © cecil hickman | Year Posted 2013

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A Stone in the Cold 4

The thicket moves, my aim must not waver;
with strengthened arms I bend my bow of yew:
My eyes pierce the brush, intent to savor
the sights of a good hunt, an arrow true.

The bracken parts, rattling, empty sighs;
My draw fingers quake from the constant chill.
My quarries' breath floats to the clouded sky,
my own breath muffled as I track my kill.

Overhead, an arrow in deadly arc
speeds toward the bear I'm seeking, still as stone;
A shadow moves, the arrow strikes its mark.
The hand that loosed the shaft was not my own.

I am a man shadowed; death comes knocking:
The hunter hunted; the past comes stalking. 

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2014

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Bloodshot Eyes

I saw her sitting there looking real sad Tears that flow down her wet face very bad Each teardrop exists with some great moist streaks She has a violent reaction so bleak Tears move from her bloodshot eyes down her cheeks Quickly flows at first, then slower it seeks Looks for that way out from the pain she holds Love is what she seeks now, out from the cold I surely give her some space she desired Then I break this silence as she required She reached out to me as I approached her Her tears slow down now, they almost defer Her face is tenderly wet from the tears We’ll hold each other for many more years Russell Sivey

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2014

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When you miss a child,
Of your very own,
That is your flesh and blood,
You begin to wonder,
Where did you go wrong,
In your own life,
Instead of looking,
At the beautiful life,
You created,
This you must remember,
So many of the difficult times,
Cause of the times you did share together,
For your children will remember more,
Than you really want to give them credit for,
And they will always remember you,
As their loving parent,
For loving them so much,
More than you will ever know,
And you will never forget them,
Just as you hope,
You will never be forgotten,
From their lives,
Forever more,
As well.

Copyright © John Hembree | Year Posted 2013

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Seeking sanity

Please excuse this demeanour and profanity, dead is the man of elegant urbanity. Now that storms rage in the midst of insanity, emotions fade in a world of inanity. Guess it's just another pointless fatality, that has escaped from the realms of reality. Where there is no love, there is no vitality, life can become a dungeon of brutality. Tired from the dilemma they call morality, the sun is no longer a warm formality, but its shadows disturb this weak mentality. Struggling to cope with the constant mundanity, demons seduce thoughts resembling volcanity, lost is the mind from the realms of humanity.
20 January 2017. Modern sonnet with mono rhyme and 12 syllables per line. An example for current contest I am running.

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017

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A Visit With My Dad

On hands and knees brown leaves were brushed away
My fingers traced his name engraved in stone
The birds remind me how the years have flown
As tears of shame and guilt fell where he lay

My mind looked in my heart for words to say
"You are the wisest man I've ever known
Before your death our conflicts were atoned
But void inside my heart has not decayed

I taught my children values which we shared
And looked after my mother like you asked
The pain I caused you still makes me feel sad
I just want you to know that I still care

My love for you still lives though you have passed
If you can hear me now, I miss you dad."

  an original poem by Daniel Turner

Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2016

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A Demon Confesses

A Demon Confesses

I shun the light and do so cast the stone, 
rot the meat , ravenously eat the bone
Cut my way deep in every man that falls,
eat my thrills as my victim mercy calls!

Shadows, adorning my cloaks worn with pride,
once entered I rot the mind as I ride
Pain and agony my pets serve so well,
my purpose, sending 'em all right to Hell!

Long claws my daggers I do finely shine,
accept my gifts, your soul then is all mine
Dark laughter is my sweet joy letting loose,
long is you wail, your head is in my noose!

I too, serve my dark master very well
loyal demon, freed from the bowels of Hell!

Robert Lindley,
 no date- Edited today, shortened to a sonnet 
written so very long ago!

A taste of dark,
demons a reality so very stark,
I write safely within this brilliant light
spewing truth out to win another great fight..-08/24/2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

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The Wounded Heart

A wounded heart cries, fills its lonely glass
Held, caressed by the anguished hands of sorrow
Hoping memories last, as tears trespass
To rebuild the temple love did borrow
Pouring eyes awash in long thinning streams
Their sadness a relentless rolling wave
Upheaval from within choking the dreams
Leaving nothing to remember or save
Lost in the rushes and chained to the pain
The heart is bleeding from wounds it conveys
While scattered momuments crumbled from strain
Lay dying, in the garden of yesterday

To find one breath shared with the pain now kept
And feel the wounded heart when love has wept

Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014

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''When bipolar I sometimes feel like God''

When bipolar I sometimes feel like God,
like Superman or the world’s savior;
the rush from feeling like a demi-god
makes me believe I am a conqueror,
like another Alexander the Great.
Then I’m flung to the pits of Satan’s Hell
when my wild moods then suddenly abate
(and rapidly cycle) that I cannot tell
the bottomless, infinite lows apart
from the ecstatic, Olympian highs.
These shifts in mood, subtle at first, outsmart
me as my disquiet intensifies.
      Most of my life is spent between these two
      poles of the spectrum—if you only knew!

Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2015

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Beautiful Scars

She sometimes hears him moaning in his sleep,
and if he wakens, often he shows shame
to have his woman hear him softly weep,
“I should have died instead, for I’m to blame.”

He coughs (from scars inside him). His wife aches
To know her husband carries in his heart
a pain as deep as that large scar that makes
folks stare at him!  Oh, guilt and pain depart! -
She screams inside her brain, but they do not.

She cradles him, this great big brawny guy,
a hero fireman who so bravely fought
as ashes filled a blue September sky.
Oh, how she wishes she could make him see
how beautiful, with scars and all, is he!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015

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Dead to Me

Where once there was the image of your face
There's now a gaping hole, an open space
When once I heard the beauty in your voice
There is a deafness there, and it's by choice

Where once there were your words in beauty wreathed
There is a darkened shroud they have bequeathed
When once there was the brilliance of your smile
There is but bitter taste of vilest bile

Where once there was the comfort of your arms
There is but thorns in place of all the charms
When once there was the pleasure of your kiss
There is but sound of demons' awful hiss

You were alive, but dead you are to me
I'll exorcise your ghost, and be set free!!

Eileen Manassian

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2016