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Details | Free verse |

you write your words and they make me cry you write those word and you know i die but i've died so often now i held you in my arms while you smelled my hair i saw that pretty little smile you saved for me we always ran  too wild to walk it takes two to tango only one to pirouette when you did your round about turned over every single  leaf left me out alone in the dead of spring or  was it winter,  it must of been 'cause i know i almost froze you kissed me back when we first met we kissed a lot way back then how you loved my lips the touch of my skin your thick black mane  how you'd whip it back exposing yourself all bare we never turned off the lights or ever said hush do you still own those dice the ones in gold with embedded gems in black you use to love to roll them  rolled those snake eyes that bit i'd swallow the poison like lemonade stripped naked, handcuffed and whipped your ceramic nails tearing at me my flesh on them  the blood on my back i didn't know   wore my white shirt 'till someone screamed from behind it was red i dripped on the floor like a lit candle melted like a witch drenched in Dorothy's water you clicked your ruby heels and you were gone i wasn't in Kansas anymore walked around with a briefcase  in my Armani suit i never shed a tear bedded woman half my age they lined up in droves  to be with this broken man i would yell like a cowboy riding a bucking bronco and i never fell i was the man  everybody told me so i would smile shyly   thank them their praise but i knew who i was make no mistake every rodeo has its clowns  I wasn't the matador even though I spoke fluent bull the only knifes i carried were in my back do you remember my white shirt the whole time i justified me to me by not thinking by not talking by not listening by not wishing  or even dreaming we both knew there was a gun in my briefcase we both knew I would never use it didn't own any bullets still i pulled the trigger some joy in that  pointed to my head click, nothing  and when I saw you yesterday and I held my breath for longer then I ever had i thought the room would never stop spinning i remember we spoke how i saw it in yours eyes as plain as day regret you knew of my success how fine i looked in my silk woven garb you said drinks? but i looked at my watch asked for a raincheck you'd have none of it and i think your teeth fell out when i walked          anyways I didn't understand your look you knew i had a backbone you know i never flinch that's the story of life take it when you got it with some guys there are no be backs my legs were like led as i walked away and i could hear your tears but i don't care much for phonies you threw it all away when you decided  to look the other way it broke me inside i'd never be the same i never turned to look  yesterday slept the same as always four hours tops nothings changed i'd give my right arm for one pass of your breath  against my lips but my soul? never!...i'll live with the pain. and other man stare and other man wish quietly yearning to be me you know i want to laugh success is like a flashy book cover the cover is what sells the book nobody bothers to read it but they know the jacket by heart set up a turnstile in my house watch the ladies come and go never let them get close never invite the nice ones the good ones the real ones never want to hurt anyone never want them to hurt like me to hurt like me hurt like me like me me? i'd give my right arm for one pass of your breath  against my lips... Maurice Yvonne 27~10~2014 Dadirector's Free Style Uncut
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Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014




Details | Free verse |
It is quiet tonight.
The only sound is coming from
the soft murmur of the television set.
I don't know why I don't just put it on mute.
I don't want to hear what they have to say,
but I guess it is better than the sound
           of silence which is deafening. 
It hurts my ears, it hurts my heart.

Yesterday I was happy, but that was before,
before I stepped into the dark abyss.
I think I may have been pulled in 
           by the apathy of death. 
Death has such long arms.
I won't ask why, I know everyone must die.
But you left on a happy day, a day we were
making plans, and I had hope, 
       hope that we still had time,
                    time to share those plans.
You made me laugh until I cried that day,
        and then death swooped in 
                      and took it all away.
It is so quiet tonight.

© Connie Marcum Wong
8-27-16

August 10, 2016 Poem of the Day

Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Girl, Interrupted-

Deep cuts from within.
She faced bravely the many hardships of womanly life
How did she end up like this?
Severe depression after her first mental breakdown
Sorrow oppressed what was willed
At present in the parallel universe, 
Never aware of the world left behind
She will catch a brief glimpse of this world
   ---where everything is different.

Losing the veil in which includes time, 
Aging without caring death awaits!
Her different personality replaces reality
Things appear normal in her eyes. 

Although captivate in her own mind,
She feels this is freedom.

Being heavily burdened--
Every day she stares into different mirrors,
Smiling in her bipolar face
Without knowing insanity put her mind at ease.

~*~
7/24/13

Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2013




Details | Free verse |
stars twinkled brilliantly
against majestic snow-capped mountains,
delicate pure white flakes danced;
swirling, twirling, rhythmically.

she stood, nose pressed tightly
against the window pane; gazing in awe
at the magic the snowflakes created;
as tears spill from her emerald green eyes.

the cabin is warm, radiating a comforting glow
a fresh pine scent lightly sweetens the air;
she fights the memories, as she begins to shake.

fingers entwined, she tries desperately to hang on
be present in the moment;
"stop, stop, stop" she says, stomping her feet;
she falls to her knees; quivering. 

she holds tightly her arms and begins to rock,
feeling his presence in his favourite black sweater;
she cannot bring herself to take off.

giggling sounds permeate her thoughts
cocooned in his aura, his essence, his scent;
she feels his lips kiss the nape of her neck,
his strong hands caressing her hair.

she rocks and rocks, time ceases to stop,
as she falls deep into a rich
moulton pool; his smouldering brown eyes.

her lips part; barely into a smile at
his joy when he surprised her with the cabin; 
their oasis away from home.

she wipes away a tear, beams from within
as she recalls the snowball fight, he lost, she won.
he scooped her up, carried her with glee,
over the thresh hold of their cabin; 
their oasis; their heart's retreat.

a decadent white rug bought just for her
lay invitingly in front of the fire,
fiery orange embers crackled and glowed.
he gently laid her down; "my beauty" he said.

they drank champagne, drunk in each other,
wrapped up in his care, she felt peace.
as they lay basking in winter's afterglow,
he whispered "this is my time, i must go".

startled, she sat up, staring deep in his soul,
as snowflakes twirled and danced, 
fresh pine lightly sweetened the air;
he breathed one final breath; then he let go.

her screams were not audible, her body convulsed
as she lay on his chest; her heart; her home.
she cursed the night and winter's afterglow
sobbing "not him, not him, please take me too".

she fights to bring herself back
to the here and the now,
as embers slowly dim, she wobbily stands
clutching tenderly his urn, she must set him free.

the stars twinkled brilliantly
against majestic snow-capped mountains
she opens the window, where dreams breathed of life;

with tears cascading
she releases her love; her life;

to become one 
with the magic of;
winter's afterglow.

Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |
Cleaning out one of your drawers,
I remove your beautiful woven sweaters
     one    by    one
    pausing           to hold up to my face
the blue one       that matched so perfectly
                  the color of your eyes.,

Deep sadness wells up in me
    as a few of my tears 
          wet the part  of it     where I’d slyly
              slip my fingers underneath
                            to touch your skin.
I place it on the bed     nicely folded
and finish collecting the other sweaters.

Each one reminds me 
                                 of a special place we went
of a time when it was 
                                 you and me together.
And each one reminds me of
      the way I would snuggle against your chest.
These sweaters were a part  
                     of your charm and your warmth.

They will be taken 
  To the Goodwill store
                          but for now 
                                               just     for    now
I let my tears 
                        flow
                                        gathering wool


For  Madison Demetros' "Move Me, and Others" Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
You entered my room
a long time ago
across many summers,
now when this winter looks
at the trees shedding the leaves
you are by the closed window
leaning on the cold wall
and I am by the fireplace,
your eyes on the cracking wood on fire
mine on the frosted window pane. 

Have you ever wondered
why my voice doesn’t reach you,
the words crash on the wall
and fall silent, that’s why.

Have you ever wondered
why my warmth doesn’t touch you,
the feelings brush the window pane
and freeze inert, that’s why.

Have you ever wondered
why my eyes don’t look into yours,
the vision is stuck on barren trees outside
and waits for the spring, that’s why.

Have you ever wondered 
why my hands can’t hold yours,
the reach is lost in distant time
and breaks separated, that’s why.

I have wondered
if I could break the cold wall
shatter the iced window pane 
make the trees green again
would my voice rise from the dust
the warmth of my mind melt the ice
my eyes bring colors of spring in yours,
would the time stop 
stop to create distance
and I could hold your hands again.

November 23, 2017.

Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
A perfumed breeze with summer lavender Shapeless smoked clouds had come and gone Through verdant valleys I strolled along Honeycombed hues warmed the new dawn A golden butterfly glided in the distance I just stood still and watched his flight From one flower to another His flapped wings fluttered I could not let him out of my sight I wondered 'bout this blissful beauty. Towards the riverbank I watched him roam If I could only fly away with him to destinations always unknown Imagine what places he has been what many glories he has seen A perfect waterfall tumbling into a clear blue pond Wet dewdrops glimmering 'pon the grass as the sleepy sun starts to rise A doe with her fawn taking those fragile first steps bees buzzing by swarming back to their hive I watched in amazement in awe of his grace I floated along as he flittered away We hovered together through a path between twin lakes then and there I kissed him before he silently slipped away That's the last time I saw him cuz now stone towers have been built Nature's been destroyed and the butterflies have been laid to rest

Copyright © Cupids Arrow | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
I stare at my ceiling,
I start to wonder, why am I not healing?
Then it dawns on me,
The nightmare clip starts to roll.
I shake and shiver and wince at every little thing.
I'm scared to death, 
What does this all mean?
I start to cry,
I feel as if I might die.
Then I grab my blade, 
The tears come quicker.
My breath starts to quicken,
My grip on the blade makes my knuckles turn white.
In the mirror is where I see that my ivory skin is now blotchy and red.
I tell myself, "This may be the last time, if you finally cut deep enough."
So I try my best not to make a sound 
As I sit up in bed and hold my wrist out in front of me. 
I count to three,
One, 
I put the blade to my wrist.
Two,
I start to add pressure.
Three,
I yank the blade across my skin,
It pierces and then I start to bleed.
I suddenly want it to stop, 
But there's no going back now. 
I wonder why it came to this,
I know nobody cares about me,
I know nobody is going to forget me.
Quietly I say, "I'm sorry."
But nobody is there,
No one will ever be.
I start to fade out of this world,
My addiction would finally be gone,
And so would I.
I was lost, 
Lost and angry. 
Suddenly, it was gone,
I woke up screaming.
The pain was oh-so real.

Copyright © Mackenzie Lakin | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
when you let go of my hand
you let go of my heart

as I stumbled and crumbled
life seemed to have paused
silent screams
raged inside

but I was just numb

heart beating in slow motion
life became strange

and

i thought it would make sense 
when the pain subsided
but there is no limit
to how long we grieve

and they say
don't let them in
those crazy thoughts
but they echoed and echoed
until i lost my mind
and its worse
when alone 
haunted by
profound whispers

and

all I wanted
was an angel
to find me
to not give up on me

but nothing

and now
ive lost all faith
in humanity

and 

still im alone
but now drifitng
to a place
i don't want to be

yearning for oxygen

and

no one can catch me

because
when you let go of my hand
you let go of my heart

Simple Musings
Silent One
15 September 2017

Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2017

Details | Verse |
To love
Is to remember
The touch of your hand
Your voice
When you called me cariad

My mouth remembers your kiss
The feel of your lips 
Sensual touch of your tongue on mine
The closeness this brings

To love
Is to want to be with
Man woman or child
To love them
to want them near
To take in their being

When you love
It tugs at your heart
Making your chest swell
With unknown pleasure
Spreading to a smile
your eyes lighting up
face aglow

The feeling of love
Keeps you young at heart
Helps you want to face another day


Yet no more
That love has lost its way
Floundering in the brink of destruction
Searching, for the exit of depression.

Needs to see the light once more
Yet all there is, is the heat of hells fire
The internal hell, that goes around and around the brain
Looking for answers, for the reason.

Memories try to flood the senses
Memories of the hope that once flourished
Now is smouldering in the no mans land of waste
Is there love ever after?



This is the third writing with letter L.  As suggested by Jan..

Copyright © Seren Roberts | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
I waited, dressed to kill
in red,
and in love

both, of which 
I could have been coaxed out of

You have turned a pale shade of white,
my Valentine

Al Green sang to me,
as my pen danced as your substitute 
we danced all night long,
stationary, our dance floor.

As we whirled to the emotions
of words' sounds; hand in hand,
we went round and round
and round

No one else in the room
most of all, not you
as my ink turned 
from red to blue

Copyright © regina branham | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
Butterfly Landings 



It’s a precarious perch
High by a skydive
In such a leap of faith
A leap of love
Circumnavigates these boots of Earth
Fellow to the stratospheres
These butterfly landings
Of you in my heart

Destinies lance
Has shot me full to the sun
On the twirling chant sung
Ever re initiates
And sounds the river onward runs
Always
Of your name
Settles red iridescence
To tip the scales
These butterfly landings
Of you in my arms

I see you in precognitions
Flashes
In my obsessions of your hair
Lip-syncing to the kisses 
In my passions of your eyes
Where my heady desires evolve
This molecular bonding’s
These butterfly landings
Of you inside my soul

It’s a precarious perch
To expressive to encapsulate
How much I love you
It’s a peculiar laugh
That admits I have never even met you
But all of you inexorable
I am conceded to the pull
I am bound to the groundings
In these butterfly landings
Of you







( Everything I am
  Everything I do
  Wrapped inside
  Those landing butterflies
  I cannot express
  In any vocabulary of words
  Only in the dictionary of unspoken eternals
  Lay the definitions of
  
  How much I love 
  How much I need 
  How much I want 

  You 

  They beg with you
  This man on bended knees
  How this strength in me
  Pleads

  Come back to me

  Come back to me )



 


Copyright © colin mitchell williams | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
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Racing towards a distant horizon 
I watch as hope fades within the desolate 
shadows of my bleak surroundings

Damp air wafts heavily, silently...
its aroma kindling thoughts of shared
rainy Sundays and wet kisses in the park

When once more thunderstorms converge
as dark clouds drape ominous vistas
in shades of midday despair 

Saturated angry heavens unleash
drowning sorrow midst the endless 
deluge now battering this place 

Tear splashed puddles again overflow, 
reflecting the loneliness felt
as chilled droplets drench me

Yet still I run, hopelessly seeking those
sunny days and blue skies I knew
damn well would be gone...

once she was

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

If I let my mind meander - like a river backwards through time - past rocks and turbulent waters and also through the calm times when the surface of that river was smooth as glass - I go further back to a time when my life flowed like a stream, less complex and rolling on with hope. Always, though, I end up at the source - at that place of splendid sweetness where the water was a clear fresh spring bursting forth to feed the passion of a glorious waterfall. And always I remember you, sweet darling, as the shimmer of the sunlight on that fresh and sparkling mountain spring. April 2, 2017 for John Hamilton's Lost love 2017 Poetry Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
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 | Free verse |
"This is dedicated to all who understand this. Whether we like it or not." -D.J.E.

I wasn’t gonna write this

But

Emotions are stirring high
Cannot believe
How much time has passed

Still feel your presence

Memories
Of the slowest death
Ever felt
Running parallel
To these present seconds

An ugly revelation
Tainted the sunshine
That bared on our souls
365 days ago

So many tears
Had filled the ocean
Of despair
For love’s river
Were held back by presumption’s walls
Uncertainty
The dam’s of what could have been

Here I stand
In this present moment
Your essence still lingers
Like the flakes of a dandelion b r e a k i n g 		f r e e
From its home

Tormented echoes of “why”
“How come”
“Please don’t go”
“I love you…I love you so much”

High pitched resonations
Float upon
Rafts of secondary importance
And yet
This heart still knows

For it will always recall
Its truth

Promises
Empty
Played me a fool
While you held hands
With inevitable

Crossing fingers
With diffusion
Across my shoulders

Left me uncomfortably numb
All my rights
Unreserved

And all the while
I
Simply
Believed

In tomorrow

Because
My foolish hopes
Continued to warp my mind

Maybe if I didn’t look back when you walked away
Like the rules said…
…No matter.

These soft acoustic riffs
Replay in my head
You were my “Wonderwall”
“You could’ve been the one…to save me”

But I overcame
For I
Saved myself

Didn’t want to be an inconvenience for you

Colors of Fall
Your favorite season
Kinda ironic
You were like Summer & Winter

Knew when to turn up the heat
Make me sweat

Each new arrival
A summer equinox
Each departure
A rainstorm

But, when it was over
Nothing but cold
Blizzard languages
Frostbitten
Even solace’s bandages
Could not heal

But, I weathered the storm
And would do it again
Cause it was for real

…

Here I am
52 weeks have past
Occasional recollection
Of that hourglass
With no more sands
Buried in dragon’s chest

You are in my silent prayer
Always

But
Know this

Even though you are contained
Within my heart’s asylum cell block home
I loved you
With all that I had

So much

That you will be the only regret
I will ever be proud of.

© Drake J. Eszes

Copyright © Drake Eszes | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |

I can't watch a happy ending, Guy gets the gal, Girl gets her pal, I can't do it with out crying. Maybe I'm like you, maybe you cry too. I'll tell you why I do, will you tell me too. I never got mine. Said I'd be fine. That was just a line. I feel alone...no sign! I've heard nothing from the sky that somehow I'd get by, survive until one day I'd die, without my piece of the pie. I never drop a tear or two, it's much more like a bad flu. Flows out of me without a clue.  My pain has never left, it just grew. That's why I cry when I see love on the screen, it's love I crave, that one woman and no screen. That's why I want to have the love I've never seen, love that lasts a lifetime and not just on the screen. when my wife and i were in love...before she became my ex...every moment of  every day i would live her... i had the wings of pegasus the strength of samson...i had the conviction of ghandi...the vision of van gogh...i was different then. love anchored me...both feet on the ground i was rooted...focused...i was... but enough of the hyperbole... i was happy! real love does that...links us to the better part of life... i was naive... it didn't last... she cut my hair... took away my strength... while i was thinking forever...she was thinking it's over...i was all in but she held the better hand...i lost everything! i would draw hearts with my finger on black tinted glass on rainy days or nights...a contract i should have never signed... i was a mythological character...everyday the crows would feed on my flesh...on my internal organs...slowly...painfully i died... than every morning once again alive... and again the crows would feed... sometimes things are so transparent... they don't need proof...they are self evident. it is better not to challenge the heavens ...i accept my fate hold tight to my faith. I can't watch a happy ending. Maybe I'm like you. I never got mine. I've heard nothing from the sky. I never drop a tear or two. That is why I cry when I see love on the screen. 21~12~2014 With Love Maurice Yvonne

Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
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 |
In the past, my country
cradled me in her bosom.
Today, I held her in my arms,
felt her slip away.

I lost my country today:
gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts, overseas.

I prayed while watching attempts made
at her resuscitation—
impatient hands held out pens,
prodding me to fill in the proper forms.

The world is on lithium.
My country was on lithium;
for her, vibrant colours turned 
into a monochromatic spectrum of grays.
In the end, her heart gave out
from having spent too many decades 
within a capitalistic cage.

She had an organ donor card—
her organs were sold off one-by-one
while she was still alive.
Her organs were replaced 
with nationalistic flags,
and roaring stadiums.

Men from every standing,
groped Motherland's body.
Many men had laid with her. 
Oh, how they did.
At least some men displayed decency,
graced her with loving caresses;
they were few, between the rape 
that led to miscarriages, 
and live-births of degenerates 
via caesarean.

Lithium is slipped into my drink,
so I purge daily,
horrified by my country's overdose.
She looks decrepit, laid out in the morgue;
a cardboard tag hangs from a big toe
like a foreclosure sign.

I will have to give her a proper burial 
within my heart,
for they are going to have Mother embalmed,
encase her in a glass coffin,
and put her on display.

Our Mother passed away,
yet her corpse-land remains behind.
I will walk across clear-cut ridges
and through neon-lit distractions
as a gypsy vagabond.
From now on, the territorial lines
mean nothing more to me than rules to follow, 
maintained by a system turned empty-hollow.

I lost my country today:
gave her up to synthetic medicine,
deficit spending, 
and pie-charts, overseas.

As I held her in my arms,
I felt her slip away.




April 30th, 2012

Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
He misconstrued my intention of friendship
Forver sealing our fate to be acquaintances
Married to others with a nagging sense of loss
Keeping our mates at bay away from true intimacy


Copyright © Doris Culverhouse | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
Love is an authority.
It dictates choice and consequence
and joins together all the wayward lamenters
who grieve at their loss of purity.

Love is an actuality.
It breathes new life into masochists
who wished to die a thousand times over
and prey upon the weak and fragile.

When you let love in at first, it may seem out of place,
like a foreign object lodged in your chest, a parasite
feeding on the brains of its host, thriving in darkness,
blood-letting leeches drain this swollen heart...

But love does not enforce kindness; only offers a gentle reminder
for anyone who's forgotten how great it feels
to give for the sake of giving
and not be afraid of his own shadow.

Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
I was thinking of the seasons
when suddenly
i was reminded of you
how you loved me and taught me
all about
the 4 seasons of you

I was dormant in my ways
confused by the meaning of the word content
but like a SPRING downpour
you drenched my thoughts
and planted a seed in my soul
then slowly my love for you
began to grow

Suddenly, in a blink of an eye
our delirious passion
was overpowering and explosive
on-going, like a relentless SUMMER heatwave
refusing to show any mercy

But as time paced itself
steadily on course
you predicted
the infectious novelty of my hungry desires
would eventually come tumbling down
like a leaf on a FALL tree
once bright with color
now, on the ground
succumbing to its eventual fate
of loneliness

In the end
no words were spoken
just a heart that was
broken...
frozen, Like a twig
brittle with frost
lying in it's WINTER grave
never to be part of something good again

I was thinking of the seasons
i was reminded of you
how you used to love me
and teach me about
the 4 seasons of you!



Copyright © Kurt Kohls | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
It wasn't destiny or fate that brought us together.
There was no roar of thunder,  
     no strike of a lightning bolt,
          no rain cleared my vision.
               It was the way you looked at me.

A look, a touch...never enough and never too much.
Tears I wept were drawn from the well of my happiness
     from years of loving you.
Your name was inscribed upon my heart.
We held the hands of each other,
      not the hands of fate.

Our hands lost their grip in the raging wind of a storm.
Water rising. . . we needed to seek higher ground.
I couldn't climb a mountain 
     while you kept pulling me down.

It was then I heard the roar of thunder, 
lightning struck my heart,
and cold rain cleared my vision.
When the storm passed you were gone 
and I was on the mountain top.
     I cried alone...for both of us.
          Your name is still written on my heart. 
               That bolt of lightning didn't burn it off
                     Stinging tears could never wash it away.

Copyright © Lin Lane | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
 
Whisper to me, my love And let me hold you to my heart Remove your veil of death And come to me the man you were In my dream we can be Two lovers till dawn breaks in the sky Oh, those days when you caressed my hair Those nights of sultry love Whisper to me, my love And let me hold you to my heart Death cannot destroy this eternal love Come and kiss my ruby lips Oh, those days when we held hands Those nights of sultry love Whisper to me, my love And let me hold you to my heart Until the first rays of sun above Now go to your resting place Fold your arms and listen, my love Until, I whisper your name again _______________________ April 9, 2016 Verse Inspiration - Speak Softly Love, Andy Williams For the contest, Grens Evergreen (Golden Oldies) #1 sponsor, Teppo Gren First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Here in my room,
I lay in my bed,
With every thought of you,
Intruding my head,
Like snapshots in my brain,
Of the last thing you said,

My gut is violated,
And I twitch with rage,
I cannot free myself,
From this anxiety ridden cage,
And in this chapter of our life,
It seems I can't turn the page,

This torture is much worse,
Since you have been away,
I am so scared,
That away is where you'll stay,
And no matter how hard I try,
I will have to lay here in my room,
Alone one more day.




By Mac Holmes. Janettas grandson. 
Written sitting in my room alone still waiting...

Copyright © janetta harrington | Year Posted 2007

Details | Dramatic Verse |
He was just a child who wandered off
Lost and alone trying to find his way
Starting to get dark and didn't know where he was
He cried for his mom and began to pray
Being in the woods with no sense of direction
Too dark to see and afraid to run
A stranger appeared out of the darkness
And said don't be afraid, I'll help you, son
Mom had been praying for her lost little boy
Neighbors helped search with the police all around
On the third day, sitting there in a clearing
He was no longer missing, now he was found
Mom hugged her son and started to cry
The little boy said Mom I'll be alright
Where is the stranger that helped me out
He stayed with me through each dark night
He told me when he was a little boy
That once he had gotten lost too
His mom and Dad were very upset
Because they didn't know what to do
Then the little boy shouted, Hey Mom, that's him
I would know him anywhere
When I was lost and so afraid
He came to me and was always there
Look at him Mom, I feel so sad
I don't know what to say
Tell me Mom, what did He do wrong
Why did they hang Him on the cross that way?

        If we truly believe, He will always be there when we need Him most.


Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2008

Details | Free verse |
Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating 
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.


Orange – 
for the musk smell of our blanket den. I would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
Iridium. 
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone. 

Green – 
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs 
like dandelion seeds blown from 
My wistful lips when I was 
eleven 
waiting for them to bring back my wish.

Black – 
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from 
your father’s funeral.  

It was the only time I watched you cry.

There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through 
their watery colored reflections.


Pink – 
for the way your skin repels from my 
Touch, quivers as though my finger- 
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.

Purple – 
for the color of her font, as she responds to you. It is an eager
Color. She responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss. 

You left her waitng..always.

I have been special to you,
she replies to your
overtures.

Her letters 
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.

White – 
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.

They spit 
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.

My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.

We will divide our booty

Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold 
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.

Grey- 
for the morning 
now knocking on my window.

I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
in
the tangle of these vacant sheets. 



Copyright © Jennifer Brooks | Year Posted 2006

Details | Free verse |

Thank you “And if the sun refused to shine” Music finds my sleep and calls from a bedside table, slits of light through the slatted blinds create mini horizons on the wall Time has caught me once again as Led Zeppelin reminds me “I would still be loving you” For the morning throws me back to reality, the longing in my heart which faded beneath the moon has returned to view this bed of only one figure, reaching out for what was “When mountains crumble to the sea” Finding the rocky coastline depicts the feeling in my heart, as I stumble Tear filled eyes a constant, empty arms waving freely in the air to the haunting rhythm of a plastic clock radio “There will still be you and me” If only music were truth, and truth was a melody, easily sung regardless of tempo or flow Key changes finding a bridge of lonely footprints that take me to your memory, remembering the good, remembering the days, and forcing a smile, for each day I whisper “Thank you” The italicized lines are from the Led Zeppelin song “Thank You” which inspired this piece 11/14/16 For “The Poet’s Ear” poetry contest Sponsored by: Greg Barden

Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

Well, of course, 
It was pretty hard when you refused to go to the funeral after my Father died,
And I’d hate for this relationship to end in a lie, so…

The second hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

But, to come to think of it, 
It was probably harder when I had to give Skippy away.
You know, when you made us move to Florida because you hated the cold,
I’ll never forget that day.

The third hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

Well, not quite as hard as it was when I had that little operation,
And you decided still to take your vacation,
And left me alone in the hospital with no visitation.
That was hard.

The fourth hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

You know, I did take it pretty hard when I proposed to you
And you said if I couldn’t buy you a bigger ring we’d be through
And I had to sell my car and hock my guitar
To get you a ring as big as a star.
That was pretty hard.

The fifth hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

Well darn it, no!
It was hard going to school at nights and working all day
Because you didn’t want to get a job and wanted me to earn more pay.
What exactly did you do with yourself all day!?

The sixth hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

No, its time to admit it,
I saw you with Tom that night,
And Bob the time before that,
And Tim and George, Harry and Frank.
That was hard on me and I’ve got you to thank.

The seventh hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you.

Now just wait a minute!
This is not hard.
In fact this is rather easy.
The hard part was living with you,
Placating you,
Pretending to love you,
Pretending that you loved me,
Heck, this is easy!

The easiest thing I’ve ever had to do,
Was to say I’m through with you!

Boy that was easy!
Now I feel much better.

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010

Details | Verse |
How beautiful it was in September - a winsome wind, the reverencing trees, leaves talking - this day – my autumn dream. In sunlight’s brilliancy, an autumn stroll by the sea. My sweet cherry boy; two dark eyes - windows of his soul. Butterfly kisses - no words. The hush! In a moment’s clarity, shy guy’s awakening. Autumn’s Rapture - Twilight’s eruption; the rush! Basking in moonlight feeling golden. In sun’s last glow, a very berry kiss. By all of this -ah, wanton bliss! Rocking into night - star shine; drunken moon. Helplessly, hopelessly, lost in love, wishing for time. . . that night we kissed. Seaside love - my phantom dream not to be forgotten - Take me back among the fallen leaves of rust, autumn’s breath, red sun - divine oblivion! June 15, 2017 Inspired by Laura Loo's Best Titles Poetry Contest (I chose the max - 40 titles for 40 lines)

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017