Truth, Shines Ever So Brightly
I was once wrapped it teeth and thick fur
ferocious and ghastly beast was me.
I was a bad dog, a wicked little cur
whipping and snapping at every small flea.
One day, the sun burnt my covering hide
and exposed my hideous skin to see.
Such truth, this heart could not abide
stung me ever so sharply like a bee.
Now comes time to hold less as much more
walk a different path free and alone.
Yes, light filtered through that sad door
where my greatest folly was then shown.
I was once wrapped in thick, shiny scales
Now a deep truth destroys those tall tales.
Robert J. Lindley, 1-09-2016
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2016
You tug and bend at the chains weighing down,
struggling to even make one small dent.
You try to burn the chains that have you bound,
but to no avail... Not one link is bent.
Cruelty and sadism are expressed here,
in the holder of the chains who you'd trust;
and those close-by strive to halt painful tears,
but the chains make it all a complete bust.
The chains hold strong from the mind to the source,
causing loneliness to fill the bruised heart.
Nothing right now withers those chains of course,
but nothing is free from breaking apart.
If all else fails and no progress is made,
just give those tough chains time to rust and fade.
Copyright © Veronica Capo | Year Posted 2015
Teacher, shall I write a sonnet? Must I?
When I’m not so sure of my poetry…
Shall I write a poem of fourteen lines?
In iambic pentameter –by me?
What shall I write about? What can I say?
In this sonnet which I must jot down now?
My sonnet should be about what today?
To write a great sonnet I’m not sure how…
Teacher, can I write this sonnet later
For I’m not sure of what to write about?
The teacher then takes my simple paper
And “you already did.” my teacher shouts.
‘Detention’ my teacher says, ‘for lying,’
‘But thank you,’ she adds, ‘for at least trying.’
© Mariam Mababaya.
Copyright © Mariam M. | Year Posted 2013
In and out, the body seem to fade
one more push on the mind is a crime
to good and long life, it is a huge blade
as for the need to rest, oh dear, no time
too much fire won’t make gold from jade
no item can save the wave, not a dime
can pile to take it up a high grade
then make life less, just when in its prime
a live wire on life to prohibit
to run in free flow, it will inhibit
not wise to let this heat exhibit
end to end to make good use of the day
when it is time, let the body lay
so that a mind at rest can have a say
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
Warm, sticky hands palm off dry, self-centred ground,
Touched by gingerly acclaiming seeds of new-borns:
Ready, willing and eager for the harsh, expecting role,
Supposedly not with any crudeness, brashness or horns;
As we sit in it, my tears embrace his spritely youth,
And I ask for forgiveness for my naive, vigorous misdeed:
He secures me with his smile and instinctive composure,
Such that I no longer trepidatiously have to sweat and bleed;
Permanency fairly permeates my fearful, angered heart:
The hope of someone else to tease the difficult, awkward task;
My failure becomes his promise, and his foundation strong,
So that the demand is no longer a mountainous, rocky ask.
When you yourself cannot conquer the rough terrain,
Your friends and lovers attend to take the strain.
2nd of October 2015
Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015
It's just one o'clock
On Sunday A.M.
And my thought process
Is getting quite slim
Eyelids are heavy,
Red colored, and rimmed.
Its now one-oh-two
On Sunday A.M.
Copyright © Clifford Woodell | Year Posted 2013
A nightmare that always lurks in my mind
A jumble of thoughts I cannot fathom
Making me distorted, confused, and blind
My monsters are chanting their own anthem
Over again I can no longer bare
They drag me down to terrifying depths
But it leaves me grasping at the air
Choking me, taking away all my breaths
I'm screaming but there is no one around
I'm scared of failure, just simply nervous
They say they can fix me, but I can't be found
I'm starting to think trying is worthless
And as I awoke from my horrid dream
I realize no one is who they seem.
Copyright © Jacqueline M. | Year Posted 2014
Two windows closing little by little
Brittle materials be blamed for weakness
Buzz might break them off, possibly wiggle
Prolonging the boredom of her highness.
Can’t wait for blackout; freedom can be found
Ironic how simple bliss may come in
Murmur of the wind is an intense sound
This topsy-turvy world causes no grin.
Perhaps her highness craves a sweet winter
Double expectations must not be failed
Melted creation will disappoint her
Still, being anywhere but here is hailed.
That’s it for today; tomorrow again
Just hold on; she’ll close the windows by then.
Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2014
Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.
Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.
If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!
I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!
Copyright © Ann Rich | Year Posted 2013
In an old bus, patience thinned by midnight
As my mind drifted along, feeling bleak
Wiping hours with restless air in dimmed light
Not a robin cooed through skyline's mystique
Finding unrest from a breeze in dull shade
Where time slept with eyes open, a pale flow,
A peasant beside me smiled like glittered jade
Changing my face with some kind of halo.
His ruffled hair touched my skin without words
And I felt silence soothing my complaint;
Reaching my hand to offer bread I stored;
He said, "life's a pit if that's how it's named."
That moment filled my thoughts, a quitter I was
Comfort buoyed; ridding hours from senseless flaws.
Shadow Hamilton's Three Themes Challenge
Theme: Chance Meeting
Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014
December 18, 2012
Beautiful lies known as little white lies
yet one is no more deceptive than each
The truth is what makes it afraid of light
It's important we practice what we preach
Imagination built on lies destroy
Imagination built on truth create
Conquering evil we try to avoid
Tooth fairy, Halloween, Santa abate
Perceptions and images make it real
Origins of Pagan rituals true
We've wandered down this path for a bum deal
Now more lies are created all brand new
The mask behind a beautiful white lie
is the truth with a constant shield, but why?
Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012
Started in the season of buds and sweets
Ended after a course as the sun sets
Full of doubts from assorted tricks and treats
A departure is as good as it gets.
Flashing on the thoughts of once a timid
A few Zs are enough to bring pleasure
Could not blink at how stress becomes rigid
Situation calls for a strong measure.
Being used to this torture brings comfort
Ironic as the reasoning may seem
Ignorance is the delay of some sort
Though bitterness stands as it goes extreme.
Taking a walk is a sequel to gain
Another phase is eager for no pain.
Looking back, the timid grew social wings
Mimicked those of butterfly’s and dragon’s
Alights on the spot where others’ smog clings
This becomes one of daily traditions.
Indebted for the wisdom of mentors
Who prevailed upon with supreme concern
Never had given up hope as the source
Truly mastered the mix of mild and stern.
And yet leaving has been contemplated
Personal growth needs to be magnified
Epiphany has been compensated
Being torn by progress and warmth that died.
Halfhearted with the decision that’s made
Still, such recurrence if the timid stayed.
Copyright © Maria Rheza Mae Rubio | Year Posted 2014
Is my life not tortured enough for you to see?
I am broken as can be.
My heart is torn.
My tears stain these perfect floors.
Why are singing with glee?
Why do you not care about my every plea?
I am trapped in your arms.
I am the hopeless moth.
How did you pick me?
What is it that you see?
A girl untouched by life?
A flower blooming in the desert?
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.
Copyright © Layla Elkoulily | Year Posted 2013
My heart races as my name is called up,
Please, try not to worry Sara, good luck.
My mother handed me a water cup,
Telling me not to focus on the ruck,
As parent-made applause begins to roar,
Eyes once on the ground shifted from the floor,
The light centered on me was glistening,
The adrenaline in me quickening
Thoughts are disintegrating from my mind,
I find within myself a faith unmined
So strong I recall everything in time,
Fully prepared it is now time to shine,
The glance of the judge stills the growing din,
I draw my final breath as I begin.
Copyright © Sara Yemane | Year Posted 2015
Sunset at the end of the day
Takes everyone's stress away
Water falling from a height
Attracts one and others sight.
Moons and stars together like cousins
And the sea with the dolphins.
The combs of the bee
All are the parts of nature's sea.
Wind whistling, water whirling
Stops the one who is weeping.
In people nothing can create enmity
Nature's love will stride in posterity.
Copyright © Arunima Gupta | Year Posted 2016
As I experience life's hardships
I learn to accept the cost
An end must come to most relationships
No matter what is lost
It get shaky, it gets rough
Life throws us many curve balls
Yet I realize it's not enough
As I walk down these hallowed halls
As humans we push, we thrive
To give others a better tomorrow
It's the very thing that keeps us alive
Even if it brings us sorrow
And whether we had joy and peace or hate and strife
The way you embrace death will show how you endured life
Copyright © James Cottrell | Year Posted 2015
The loss of memory is forgotten in the wind
The moment we die before our breathe falter,
We are a fading Spectator struggling to the end,
And life flushes out the things we cannot alter.
Stand to surrender and wave the battered flag,
On chosen fields of love serenade career misery,
Some battles we win, but in others wearily drag,
Our soul from the ground to win unlikely victory.
Taste the peace in whose arms we are thrown,
The lifeline we find a sonnet of solace to climb,
Happier days of virtue spent recovering at home,
Leave the cares and thoughts for others to find.
Adventurous world resign from gaining riches,
Embrace serene sense of peace and happiness.
Copyright © Gerry Legister | Year Posted 2015
Ashes Of Youth, Its Winsome Colors Gone
Time had came, last night of dear life had called
ashes of youth, its winsome colors gone.
Left, shades of joyful life, all it enthralled
leaving then, no longer could she hang on.
Stood not, power to cease chiming clocks ticks
nor grant more sweet days of touching them all.
At last slow motion came, driving all clicks
Then last shadow began destiny's call.
Prayers uttered had no true, saving effect
dying-veil of darkness had embraced her.
Fate, its savage master sent to collect
was done in a blink, soul's final transfer.
Smiling, Fate winked at we few that remained
Message, when touched your life too, will be drained.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-02-2017
Note: Poem was written on Death.... my mother's..
“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don't see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”
? Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
As thy shadows cast gloom over my eyes,
I feel my heart pounding faster inside,
Telling myself I can't live by these lies,
Wondering if the times shall change this tide.
Searching for an answer I lie and wait,
Aware only of thy pain that remains,
Leaving my heart and soul to their own fate,
I turn to you for comfort till this wanes.
In hopes my soul wont be forever lost
As the shadows grow darker and darker
Realizing now the line has been crossed
Only making my heart even weaker
Knowing this pain is unable to mend
Misery I will suffer till the end
Copyright © Jeremy Smith | Year Posted 2017
The rain shall fall before you are ready,
the gales will knock you back down.
Even now when the sun seems so bright and so steady,
watch the clouds circle in as a crown.
Your heart's beating faster; impending disaster,
is coming, and you know it, too.
Perhaps you can't tell how to rise as the master,
of all that you say, think, and do.
But such is the cost of all beauty,
how can flowers grow without the rain?
Take courage, and breathe; accept your duty,
in doing so you might stay sane.
The showers of May may deceive you.
May the flowers of May never leave you.
Written for "May Showers" contest, sponsored by Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2017
Your absence through the sky, in making night,
except at lunar rise, where you reflect;
and tiny twinklings nearly out of sight;
we wish upon, for things we don't expect.
No one has wings to fly, as angels do,
'lest in my head the loonies you might see,
while overlooking what I have for you,
the valentine you'd never guess was me.
You are the light, the pearl, the lamp of God,
from which the light He is, gives Heaven, glow,
the valentine of life, the strange, the odd,
from which all dreams are made, the world must know.
The few, the strange, in reaching Heaven's light,
too soon are lost in things we think are right.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2017
As they saunter on the sunny terrace
So few parks here in Kolkata to walk
Almost not a friend around to embrace
They are silent devoid of any talk
In their body they are walking forward
Do we not always move ahead in time?
Inside the cage in mind they walk backward
Many a wind there in many a chime
Morning grows beautiful in its green glaze
Evening sun with its chin cupped in its hand
The two walkers inside a twilight haze
An old man and a woman in the sand
Light still tickles in the twittering toes
Till our time lasts in our eyes calls the rose
April 23, 2017
Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2017
Everyday, everyone, searches for contentment,
While contentment is right within your grasp.
You worry and stress and bring on resentment,
A part of life you just can’t seem to clasp.
Contentment can come in the simplest of ways
And people just can’t seem to find.
That a drive in the country and spending the day
A walk in the woods can take a load off your mind
So many ways you can take off a load for a while
And ease your mind and relax and distress
You will finally find that forgotten smile
And enjoy some true happiness
Contentment is really not that hard to obtain
And it really will ease up your everyday strain
Copyright © Ricky Sholar | Year Posted 2017
I'm beside myself when you are not near
Longing for the moment you're in my arms
And when you return to me my soul cheers
For when you are near me I fear no harm
Come back I can't take it any longer
It's driving me mad from the inside out
While the loneliness keeps getting stronger
Fearing you won't be back I'm filled with doubt
Unable to sit still the room I pace
As I blame myself for your departing
These tormenting feelings I must erase
Before my heart begins to start clotting
Now you have returned relieving my stress
Taking away these feelings I express
Copyright © Jeremy Smith | Year Posted 2017
Trapped in the middle of a weary night
A heavy rain ceaselessly pouring down
With a throbbing headache, feeling uptight
Stuck inside my car on the way to town
A sea of idling cars is all I see
Red lights blinking and honking all around
Not in this trodden space I want to be
Nothing else to do but heave a sigh sound
Stuck in traffic jam, patience hardly find
Clock hands turn snail-paced as car lights beguile
Flashes of thoughts run through my anxious mind
As I sit ill at ease for a long while
Traffic eases up, stuck no more at last
Almost done with this poem while time passed
13 September 2017
Copyright © Elaine Gonzales | Year Posted 2017