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Details | Free verse |

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

Whispers of Your Soul

I wanted to hear your whisper
Yet I could only hear you shout
Your soul filled with all it's turmoil
Filled my own heart with so much doubt

By holding tightly to our pain
Silence became extremely loud
The softer notes within reason
Couldn't be heard above our proud

Were we lovers of the darkness 
Cutting through silence with our knives
Shredding perceived insecurities
In hopes of saving our own lives

Some dances were not meant to be
I heard the anguish in your voice
You took a walk, didn't look back
Loving another was your choice

Then I heard a different whisper
Bubble up, from inside of me
Lessons learned, from a broken heart
Meant freedom from insanity

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Evolution of a Soul

A soul unites with a vessel. With no preconceived notion of what lies ahead.
A soul, upon arrival is molded by senses, by experiences, by emotions.
A soul is innately adept at navigating the treacherous and tumultuous upheaval 
created by conscious thought.

For if not.........
A soul becomes lost

A lost soul acts within a vessel ,yet remains unattached, unaware, and unbalanced
A lost soul can not process its own feelings, its own reality, its own existence
A lost soul has no sense of direction, no sense of reason, no sense of purpose 
It clings only to the will to press onward

For if not............
A soul becomes trapped

A trapped soul is bound to its vessel. One entity caged within another.
A trapped soul dwells in circles on that which enslaves it. Unwilling, unable
A trapped soul withers, and weakens, and wonders.............and near its end it hopes
And in this hope the shackles that bind need be unbreakable

For if not..................
A soul becomes free

A free soul is independent of its vessel.Unrestricted, unencumbered and in control
A free soul molds that which lies before it, reaching beyond comprehension.
A free soul has found itself. It does not gain understanding, it is understanding. It 
does not seek purpose, it is purpose. I does not fear life, It is life.

For if not...........
A soul becomes irrelevant

Copyright © Joe Inca | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

Lost Soul

Endlessly eternal, 
unquenchable thirst, 
everlasting longings,  
linger, insatiable moments
of musky, lotus scent,
a yearning for oblivion,
that it may all pass by. 
I fly, spiralling upwards, 
into dense clouds,
horizons simmer,
as I wander aimlessly
through distances of vast spaces, 
billion galaxies pass by, 
turning, revolving, burning. 

Eyes terrified, closed. 
I wonder: 
would this passage ever end? 
Or is this a dream? 
Where does reality begin
or delusion end?

POTD 5 November 2016

Copyright © Victor Buhagiar | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Soul Speak

Allay ...

Allay, my heart ...
Pray, hush your cadence ...
For the sacred sake of unsated thirst
Beg thy thrums to be not now abounding.

Each dream comes haunting, dusted in dusk
Every sentimental pluck of your syrupy strings
Beckons her back to my yearnings, interminable
Every wistful pang is strummed by her affect on me.

This place, dipped in the dripping mist of morning
Echoes things quite beyond my words ... of her
'Tis no forte for flowery phrase can capture it
No poetic capacity worthy of its description.

It pulls and mills my spirit like the ebb of the briny blue
But to its most dark, stinging, brumal depths.
She was such a visceral part of my fibre ...
From the quintessence of deep, dreaming slumber

To the first nascent meandering of each wish-flavored morning
(Her sublime taste still seasoning my mouth ... and my mentalities).
From the uncommon commonplace of teatime sun in her tresses
To the chipped-edge porcelain puddles of the mocking moon

Cackling at my fevered foolishness for its glint in her eyes
Or for her skin, when she'd dip her toes in pale pools of twilight.
My core breathed her like youth breathes rebellion
And the cells of her press on my emotions infused my blood

Coursing like the fire of a drug through my arteries.
Never ... ne'er did I touch her
But to write secret stories on her skin
Fingertips spelling out sexy words in cursive

Or focusing the intent of my heart to a simple caress -
A brush of her shoulder, a graze of her cheek
A stroke to put her hair behind her ear
A pillow-deep hug - full of warmth and security

A gentle pat of her knee
Or a grasp of her hand ... like heaven!
Each space corresponding with mine, like perfect dovetail.
This place, to some, is just that - a place

But it was OUR place, you see, and it sighs of US
Deeply, forlornly, achingly ...
The wash of the waves is but the whisper of her name
The salt-sea fresh air aromas are her perfume

The feel of the cool sand under each footstep
Is but a soft memory of the tender, tousled passion we shared
And this dark, misty day
Is the remnant of my heart ...

The melancholy that drips from my spirit to the well of days gone.
I shall not come here again, though I love it so ...
Oh, how I adore this place and all it means
But if I ever return, it will claim me ...

It will swallow me as time has swallowed her
It will transform me to this damp, dour, graying mist
And I'll be lost to the wind and the dark
Just as surely as she is lost ...

To me.

** Written October 5, 2017, and submitted November 11, 2017, for the "Choose A Topic" Poetry Contest, Russell Sivey, Sponsor. My topic is "Heartbreak and Loss". **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Soul of a Daughter, Life of a Stranger

Yesterday when I stood before him, he spoke my name
Today, I still stand, but the floorboards are cold
and he no longer knows the color of my eyes. 

With each spoonful of the steaming grey I lift my arms,
Up, then down, again and again, a repeated motion – weeping,
My arms are trembling with the weight of the spoon
that holds in its cupped womb my raw, injured soul.

Father, I say, in a voice cold from straining not to break 
I prod away the soup dribbling down his chin, gently.
The wrinkled hands are limp at his sides, lost.

What should be mad and free is caged within me; fluttering
feebly, thumping about in a circle of broken pieces
The look in his blank eyes has labeled me a stranger
But when they are closed my name is written on his face.

Copyright © Grace EunSong Lee | Year Posted 2010

Details | Light Poetry |

The Lamentation Of A Wounded Soul

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 | Light Poetry |

Broken soul

 You've caused me, so many tears	
That our home
Is flooded
                                                 You stepped on me, so many times
			 That my heart
			 Is flat

		                                              You have lied to me, so many times
		                                              That my soul
		                                              Is broken

Copyright © Delilah Ventura | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Lost Soul

I was lost.

For years
I was in my own world,
off doing my own thing,

didn't want to be saved,
never mentioned his name.

I was lost.

Walked around
with no guidance.
Made it out
of some things
because my steps 
were still guided.

And I know,
the last thing
you wanna hear
is a poem bout

but I wouldn't 
waste my time
if I didn't believe it.

Religion and tradition
is misguided
and overrated.

It's the way
I live,
and my walk with him
that's the proof
that I made it.

I was lost.

The person
you see
is not who
I was,

I was far gone,
sin is a heck
of a drug.

For years
I dripped with guilt.
Quick to condemn myself
because of the life
that I lived.

Broke laws and
lived wild,
smoked weed and
popped bottles,
nearly every night.

Would drown myself
in darkness,
always running from
the light.

I was lost.

Started closing my heart.

But would
bust it open
for the wrong reasons
and a low life.

But it's not
about the politics.

The past mistakes
or what ifs.

I wanted the freedom,
he gave me a taste.
Came back years later,
"look at the mess
that I made"

But it was
what I'd wanted,
so I couldn't complain.

I was lost.

My mind had me thinking
I had fallen from grace.
I had no fight in me,
tried to self medicate.

I look at all
the things I've done
and wonder how 
he could forgive.

Like all the times
I gave up on him,
and didn't want
to live.

Never learned
to love myself
until he loved me
at my darkest.

He stuck around
when I couldn't shine,
and my attitude
was cloudy.

Despite all that I'd done
I was never forsaken.
Even when I left him,
he stayed with me daily.

He was the one
who plucked me
from the ocean,
while people stood
on the beach
not seeing me drowning.

But his grace
is sufficient.
He says I'm forgiven,
that he loves me,
and he means it.

I was lost.

But look at me now.

All you see
is my past,
all he sees 
is my crown.

My soul's been restored
and he's fixing
what's broken,
I could have been dead
do you see why
I owe him?

Life for a life
but the payout
is worth it.

The payout is worth it.

I was lost.

Feels good to be back.

Copyright © Joy Nicole | Year Posted 2016

Details | Fibonacci |

Betrayal Of The Soul

Rocks baby
Singing  happy song
Love in its purity bonding
Daddy slips into the arms of another woman

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |

My Soul To Water

In nights, in stillness those small hours
The clock’s quick hands caress me more
Than I can remember yours
Once held me close so long before

I am no lamb but still think: slaughter
Is what this is, and in despair
I turn to stone, my soul to water
You were so much, but never fair

I count the myriad smithereens
You left floating in the moonlight
Feeling in transit, Bedouin
Nowhere at home, fearing daylight

     Your warm heart was a home to me
     It’s cold now, lacks humanity


April 12, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Lyric |

Gotta Let Their Soul Cry

 Raped and Molestated in childhood, 
   Abused and Misused in pre-adulthood,
     Alone and confused they stood; feeling
       like tainted goods.

 Let their soul cry, maybe then; they can
  regain their pride. 

 They gotta let their soul cry

 Their darkest secret's they lock  away
   within, this is why their flesh constantly
    feast off sin; and everything in life has a
     beginning, but never render an ending.

 Let their soul cry, Crying is the only way to
  gain their piece of mind.
One might ask," Why"? Then , I will reply,"
  They need to see at least one day filled with
     promise rather than pain and see the sun
        without having rain.
 They gotta let their soul cry, before their sin
  cause their flesh to die.

Copyright © Margaret Johnson | Year Posted 2007

Details | Ballad |

Treasures of Your Soul

Whispered words from behind a wall,
to cronies gathered short and tall.
“Go on ahead,” he said, “let's see.”
“If I can turn her sweet on me.”

So from within, she heard the tale:
the rye, small, snickers, the wolves’ wails.
Yet, like the doe in the fires light,
the wail entranced, did not cause fright.

Wide-eyed, so stunned, the morsel stood,
in frozen stance within the wood.
Within his reach and steady glance,
the hunter broached the ancient dance.

With swagger, grace, he set the pace.
the honeyed tongued Knight on the chase.
He spoke words of honor, brave deeds,
of his claimed virtues she took heed.

“No, ” said the Maid, for she was shy.
“I’m afraid,” she moaned. “Do you lie?”
He turned her chin, and eye to eye,
stroked her fair cheek and heard her sigh.

Offered cake to this starving waif,
with trembling hands, she took the bait.
For upon his lips and rough skin,
She could, sweet-sugar, taste within.

He sought the warmth of her blood; bone.
He thought the conquest was his own.
Yet, she too held a hope within,
to bring forth the goodness in him.

Oh, she could feel his aching need,
'Twas his seedling soul, she'd feed.
The prey, prayed, to touch his heart.
to give the Hunter a new start.


Many’s the times, his teeth came near,
to the pulsing vein in her throat.
Many times the Universe stopped
like a dandelion seed afloat.


The hunter balked, stayed for a time,
tasted the joy of her sweet wine;
loving the feel of a drink new,
a gift, love, offered each of you.

Could he extinguish this pure light?
Could He reciprocate, cause fright?
Sorry, was the wolf deep within.
He was sorry; she’d let him in.

Sorry, he couldn't grow in her arms,
Sorry, he couldn't loose to her charms.
“Sorry,” on the tip of his tongue.
As he left her, unharmed, on run.

“Sorry.” said she, rising higher,
made stronger by her pure desire.
Like the ancient Phoenix, she rose,
on the wings of her loves fire.

And prayer floated back from above.
A prayer, sent with her hearts' love.
echoing his sentiment many ways.
“Sorry Love," She said. 

"May the Wolf find his Way.”

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009

Details | Quatrain |

Spring Cleaning of the Cluttered Soul

Scrap the smoldering, winsome words
the lovely odd truce made of letters
found carved with the edge of an old pocket knife
on a strap made of metal and leather
Burn off the tarnish on platinum rings
engraved with the infernal: "LOVE"
found pulling limp loyalty up to it's feet
and then giving it a death dealing shove
Trip over shoes which should still be for dancing
and spin them right into the trash
found in the corner of the cluttered dark room
like a pack rat's incurable stash
Blow open windows long stuck closed with paint
Push all the junk to the sill
Unburden your soul of it's hideous secrets
and snatch back your sacred free will...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005

Details | Free verse |

The Man Who Pawned His Soul

He gazes out the window, thinking of his man
The one who left with kisses and bruises;
The one who stole his everything
Before selling it all out 
For fear, for acceptance, for a little slice of 'normal',
That our window gazer cannot understand.
He watches as the palm trees sway,
Whispering their secrets to the wind
And he wonders if they know his secret:
That he would still walk into Hell,
For the man who'd pawned his soul.
"He isn't worth you," they try to tell him,
The palms that bend, but never break That are thrashing wildly in the storm outside,
The one that seems to mimic what's within him.
But, he cannot listen, our boy
Because he is deaf to all but his lover's voice.
"This isn't right," the man had said,
After years of showing different.
"I see truth," the man had said,
Using phrases that dripped with lies.
"There is no truth," our boy thinks now,
But at the time, he'd been silent,
Struck dumb, his voice as dead as the rest of him.
He gazes out the window, thinking of his man,
The one who still owns him whole, but not the one who'd sold his being.

Copyright © Kristen Varwig | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |

Carnival for the Lost Soul

Piqued my soul Carnival playing Visiting Honor hold Wishing for happiness free Piercing heart Playing card Proving other death Falling down Seeing more Taken it all for granted Hurting heart
Russell Sivey Entrant into Nette Onclauds contest ~Share a Shadorma~

Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

soul and sorrrow

silent spirit,
screaming out,
eyes flood,
shed your doubt,
washing hearts,
to keep them clean,
always hidden,
love unseen,
bluest eyes,
oh so clear,
i give in,
to what i fear,
falling now,
into the sky,
have no time,
to wonder why.
love and glitter

Copyright © jezabella singe | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet |

Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites

Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites

Cast into barren deserts of sorrow
no real joy and no hope for tomorrow
In burning darkness and hot blasting sand
endless sad tunes from destiny's band.

Nights are so cold and without future plans
sorrow's furnace blows its misery fans
Death, your deep, clawed grasp has taken this soul
I, walking shadow, now with no life goal.

Every new dawn, hot sun bakes and defeats
this tired old beating heart with thirst it treats
Hours pass as years, I find no real relief 
from deepest caverns of this epic grief.

Yet a spark in this lost soul still ignites
faith in my mind, I shall win future fights.


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Our Country's Soul Is Being Torn Apart

Our Country’s Soul Is Being “Torn Apart”

The very soul of America is being “torn apart.”
It’s a problem that’s striking at our very heart.

There’s a “blowing wind.”  A “time for change.”
As the country’s moral fabric is being “rearranged.”

As many question what the true meaning of life is for…
Many don’t seem to know what’s wrong or right anymore!

As so much pornography is allowed into our homes…
The moral decay is “eating” right at “the bones.”

Many have a hard time “defining what marriage is.”
So many are really “messed up” in how they live!

The news seems to be “fascinated” by man’s depravity…
Leaving a huge vacuum of a monstrous “moral cavity.”

Many who attend church want what’s
 “soothing to their ears.”
A God of holiness and righteousness
 is what they “fear!”

As we look around as to what our society is becoming…
God’s judgement is soon!  It is surely coming!

We must come back and leave all of our “false idols!”
We must come back to the God of the Bible!

Jesus must be our cord of love the forever binds!
It’s only in him can we find true love for our minds!

It’s only in Jesus that we can find a purpose and meaning!
It’s only in him that we need to put our
 trust and start believing!

He is and always will be the right choice to be taken…
Without him, our country’s is “doomed and forsaken.”

He brings healing and righteousness
“beneath his wings…
He is what we truly need!  

By Jim Pemberton

Copyright © Jim Pemberton | Year Posted 2012

Details | Elegy |

Soul Mates

When I first saw you with your eyes of blue,
I stumbled, I stuttered, I did not know what to do.
When you held my hand my heart would melt,
you always knew how I felt.
Holding you tight those many years,
sometimes I can't hold back the tears.
How happy we were in this life,
now my days are full of strife.
For we were soul mates my dear,
and one day again I will hold you near.


Copyright © Joseph Sergi | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose Poetry |

A Lost Soul

~ To My Brother~

When I live in the darkness for days and nights I don't 
envisage to write a poem,but here I am crying over
the loss of my brother who died on Easter Sunday,
I stopped allowing my roses to come and sit by my side,
I left them those dozens of exotic colors to die,
I don't throw them away my living room with the china 
vase looks dead,even the colors have faded away,I watch 
my China table its on the verge of closing on itself,
just to get away not to breath from my grieving air.

Tonight I am in pain,my vision is overflowing with
endless tears,I am alone because my brother left me 
and went away,he didn't even say goodbye,I didn't hear 
him cry or even try to live as he knew he had to go away 
in silence,carrying with him his lung cancer disease.
He died alone on a hospital bed his heart betrayed him 
Why,he was still young 70 is not old,what was he feeling
we will never know,was he afraid,was he sad,was he 
suffering,he was screaming they told me out of pain,
he was struggling maybe wanting to remain alive to 
come back to see us at least one more time before his 
final breath will give up on him,was he delusional 
the whole morning till 6 30 PM when his soul became
muted,sad,as God wanted him to join his late brother 
mother and father.

My pain is not only I miss him,its in what state of mind he 
was in when he gave up, we will never know.
This endless emptiness he left behind will linger forever. 
Now only I can wish you a goodbye.My children & I
Will always Love you.

Therese Bacha 

Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2013

Details | ABC |

My soul mate

You knocked my heart’s door & I let you in
You were a thief; you stole it! Because of how kind you have been
Your words were extremely sweet and I was a sugar addict
You were a psychic because my future works you could predict
You were tremendously thankful for the simplest thing I did
You made me live the dream & dream life like a kid
You planted my garden with flowers of laughs
You filled my sea by drops of hope & faith
You were my mirror; you reflected me perfectly
You were incredibly modest & no word could describe you correctly
You! You! Yes you! Y, O, U! You are simply amazing
You were, are, and will always be miraculously surprising
 I wish I could erase all my errors, all my mistakes
To gain your trust and love I’ll do whatever it takes
Believe me honey it kills me when I hear that in your heart is born hate
Because in the end we both know that you are my soul mate.

Copyright © dreamersis poems | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |

Lonely Death, Fate Of A Lost Soul

Lonely Death, Fate Of A Lost Soul

Ron sat in the dark alley with urined soaked pants
muttering in a drunken stupor one of his many rants
Facial scars told of falls, beatings from being robbed
misery and blues broke him down into shrieking sobs

Once he had a wife and three precious little pearls
heart pains tore him up when he lost those girls
Now a defeated and broken soul without a home
the dark streets and drunkard's alley he roams

Realizing that his days are now so sadly numbered 
he slumps back into a deep whiskey induced slumber
Waking hours later with those agonising chest pains
the cold numbing from the falling freezing rains

Moving over to hide beneath a huge dumpster lid
he thought yet again of his beautiful lost kids
No good to weep about the mess in the here and now
blue pain ripped into his heart like a cutting plow

That night he dreamt of love, life and family before
Sun rose that morning , Ron slept on, forever more

Robet J. Lindley 07-23-2014

Note :  This based upon the real life story of my brother's 
good friend. His friend 7 years older than he , that died 
in 1997. My brother the drunkard that has never stopped 
drinking in 38 years. Himself not long for this world!
And has not seen his own beautiful daughter nor his grand 
children in over 34 years, since 1980!
I wrote a poem, title, A Drunk's Prison,  back on 5-5 2014 here.
It was about my alcoholic younger brother.
This one is about his alcoholic friend that died!

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

Adios My soul

Searching for thy bright sun seeing a dimly lit star Look away in remembrance Of a once burning flame

Copyright © Tonytocaa Camacho | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

A Soul Will Be Saved

And then the day came
                That I found my self lost in the void of my own emptiness
And as suddenly as a tree bust into flames
      After being stuck by lightening
My heart sank
              I felt so lost and alone
The walls ran red with my blood
                     For they were all I had left to beat
And my busted knuckles bleed with the vengeance of hate
I cursed the Lord above as the gooners burst into my cell
        Overcome and beaten
Hogtied and broken
                  I refused any medical aid
For my hate drank the pain
             And I wept
As deep as the peace of a deer lying in the meadow
I felt the Lord Jesus Christ come unto my soul
And to this day the thought of him
      The depth of his mercy
             Makes me cry
   For I have been forgiven
I became a man of living example
The future holds limitless opportunities for me
                         I bare witness to the darkness of addiction
                          For I have been delivered from the ashes
                            Set free from the chains that bound me
My soul is my Lords as my heart is my wife’s
My life belongs to anyone who is willing to learn
As I ready to embark on the journey of education
My excitement grows with each passing day
Because I know the Lord Jesus Christ
                       Will use me as a lantern of faith 
         And those who teach me will also learn from me
      For my knowledge of emptiness is as vast and barren
          As all of the great deserts spread around the world
            Compiled together in one 6’-2’’ 240 lb. frame
        The depths of my scars are like the Grand Canyon
          Amazing to see and impossible to comprehend
                   This is my story this is who I am
                    My past will never be forgotten
     Because it holds the possibility of higher education
            In regards to the overhaul journey of life
           And hopefully some where along the way
                          A soul will be saved

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009

Details | Sonnet |

I wait the ocean waves to wash my soul

My heart races touching your deep Spirit's kiss,
My tear's curb crumbles greening my shrink cry.
The softness of your voice soothes my abyss.
My soul torn apart wondering to know why.

Wrong thoughts and so cruel wait  my tears and cry
The terrors of love just give them a black yard
And  my loneliness makes my sad soul to dye
When to sink  my reality it's very  hard.

I wait my hope which will never come to guard
This hope hunger squeezes tighter my soul's knee.
 I'm clinging to the past which is like a shard
That part which is still alive inside of me.

Much more confused on how to think or feel,
I talk, I dream and  I am  your balance wheel.

Copyright © Marieta Maglas | Year Posted 2011

Details | Cinquain |

Lost Soul

So far from home,
Wondering why he's here,
Just another face in the crowd,
No one.

Copyright © Frank Polgar | Year Posted 2012

Details | Elegy |


The Way Of Death

 Only God and Lucifer,

 comprehend this quiet place.

 Where evil and corruption rule, 

 for the lack of grace.

 Where night moves its shadow,

 like a stealthy sprite;

 and there is no thought,

 of the desirability of sight.

 Words, like leaves,

 flow softly across the ground,

 yet, never scratch the surface,

 of this hardened mound.

 The sun's warm rays,

 will not enter this domain.

 Nor shall seasons of virtue,

 its habitation gain.

 No light of wisdom,

 with its life giving air,

 can invade the solitude,

 of this depressing lair.

 No selfless acts,

 of love and kindness here.

 Deaths calmness rules,

 this God forsaken sphere.

 Time only brings increase,

 to this lamentable condition.

 The rotting corpse inside its tomb,

 showing no contrition.

 Lying still, without concern,

 for any ray of light.

 Sinking down to nothingness,

 lost from heavens sight.

 John 5:40 "Ye will not come to me, that ye might have life."

 Rom.8:7 " The carnel mind is enmity against God...."

 1 Cor.2:14 "The natural man receiveth not the things of the Spirit of God...."

Copyright © Lionel Ledbetter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Quatrain |

A Lost Soul Finds Peace

People whom live in the past
they loose so much more 
of what precious life
has laid down in offering 
For some this time 
slips away departing grief
lost in their own hellish weakness 
brought on by internal suffering 

I walked that shady path 
everything became cold as stone
lost complete faith in love and understanding hope  
thank God I found his direction to see the light

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Raging soul

Rage the derivation of fury
I sit quietly, like a judge listening to his jury
Eternally stressed, I lay and think of what it might possess
Could it be distress?
No, it is my soul that confess
Eternally obsessed
The stage of my soul will never be expressed

Copyright © stefania marchetti | Year Posted 2014