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Details | Dramatic Verse |
“Indian Accent”

Hear the whispers inside

Chanting from long ago
Echoes come and go
Losing time in a soft eternal glow

A beautiful and delicate autumn mountain scene
Dry blue eyes enchanting melodies!
Voices fall from the sky;    -Rising hymns release 
-ancient demons that   CLING to the soul

Darkness dwells under - gentle moonlight
Ancestors of the Spirit World!
Weaving Native smoke into the barren air
Indian spirits haunt the muddy Earth---
Moccasin makers rise from underneath;    While
  guardians of dream catchers - print the Universe
Smooth thread from the outer world; 
Arrowheads,   Ivory gems,   feathers, and illusions
I stumble upon a florid kiss.......   My veins;
Run Cold, like ice through a desert night.

Winds of enchanted drums - cry out for rain
Hollow chimes mesmerize,  my ties,  my eyes
An ancient rage begins to flare --- MADNESS! 
- takes place among the sanity of  who   I am
The spear of the perfumed buffalo scrapes my skin
I remove the veil that covers my eyes
The hands that cover my ears
Drying the scalp that bleeds on my face

KINDRED IN EVERY WAY!

Raven silk braids and feathers on my hair
Dancing in a horrid hallucination of Peyote,
*
Waking up from the “American Dream.”
Holding out my arms, I am free, I can fly.

I AM A BIRD!

By; PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013




Details | Dramatic Verse |
"The Ballad of The Poet Destroyer"

Destroyer, and creator of words
Flying high on the wings of a bird
Drowning every inch, by foes and friends
Where has she gone?

When push came to shove, 
She continued standing tall after every fall
Falling fearlessly like the falling star tapping the lips
Topaz, a star in the eyes of envy the enemy
A dreamlike, miracle mirage, fresh like mints
No reason in remembering yesterday's sad song
Slightly she moves in with the new barren breeze,
A maze in disguise, no way out
A feeling so good, you hate
The naming of names, that won't escape you 
Your eyes of lust, imitate PD's sweetest touch, 
Destruction, with pleasure
A new day, killed by the morning after pill
Everyone gone, shadows remain
Where, has she gone? 

A feeling so good, you hate
Your unmatched precision, wobbles your stability
She'll give you a taste of rays, despite your low self-esteem 
Happiness turns to sadness, making every jaw drop
Where has she gone?

She's not the painting of Mona Lisa, 
However, it does not stop you from spending your cash-
-To see a picture painted with a frown,
Look what you've done!

Never to return, what was, what is!
You say you love her, then you run
A dry barrel, an empty gun, 
Never will the enemy be number one, 
Nothing but a shadow, a rug for PD,
Like a dream, her imagery is haunting
Love her or leave her, her pen name remains
Poet O' Poet where are you?

Advocate of smiles, enjoy her copy paste kiss
Trace her silhouette found in the midnight mist
Blindfolded, indulge by the wind
Breaking, the Texas Hold EM' Hand
Her freedom, her land
Gone insane, she laughs, 
Untouched she remains, she lives
Inside of me

By; PD

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Memories of the North Sea
sift in like sand kernels 
on a fast, frigid tide:
events that transpired outside 
the confines of rhyme,
unfolding exactly 
as they were meant to.

Never before had I seen
so many shades of gray;
the overcast, monochromatic splendor
was awe-inspiring,
instead of being bleak and bleary.
___

The smell of salt and seaweed
awakes something dormant and eternal,
deep within me. 
I have a surging desire 
to flush stagnancy from my blood—

salty blood and water
come together in a communion
of distant relations and movements.

Beside me, a flash of bright red 
digs in the sand; my child 
is wearing the only vibrant colour 
to be seen for many kilometres.
The colour matches her 
enthusiasm and energy, 
as she moves from one spot to the next
like a dancing flame;
reflected, a fire glows from my eyes.

Unknowingly, I had dressed
in the same colours of the sky and sea,
blending into the scenery
like a chameleon:
an illusion thicker than the clouds;
an illusion of stone
for me to melt and reinvent
at the spinning speed of thought.

I watch my daughter
drink the seascape with a smile of wonder;
it's her first time visiting an ocean.
With our pants rolled up to the knee,
we wade through waves,
and collect stones and shells.
She knows the chameleon
who walks alongside her in the frothy surf.

Observing seabirds cover the steep cliffs
of the island located further out,
in a blanket of black and white feathers,
I wonder if people onshore
only see a solitary dash of red out here,
or if the chameleon 
is more noticeable than I had thought.



2012 North Sea Remix
December 17th, 2012






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Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012




Details | Free verse |
It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents,
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The house of spirits.
Witchery or voodoo’s domain, it is a place of salvation for
Spiritual challenged, listen to the beautiful music they make,
Singing within this their walled cage of brick and mortar, these
Ethereal victims lost.
Here in peace they wait for the light to find them, a waiting chamber,
Of the lords misstep souls, those whom walked off the righteous path,
Yet are not without redemptions wanton of need.
Wanders of limbo’s astral plain, seekers whom roam blindly until 
Finding a doorway threshold, then crossing over, into this the house
Of spirits.
A corridors slender passageway, a way stations layover for those tired
And weary travelers to rest until their final journey’s end comes for them,
Sanctuaries power house of the supernatural.
Behind these red doors dare not the mortal flesh clasp the gilded knockers,
For within are things of the unspoken variety, creature protectors waiting at
Bay for the stray intruder to wander forth upon this sacred ground.
Angels kindred brethren whom seek out evil, destroyers patrolling the
Darker shadows for night stalkers whom wish to feast upon the forsaken.
But light’s white power is a mightier force to be reckoned with, and vanquished
Will the devils spawn into the depths from which they came, into the bowels
Of hell shall these demons be thrown into the blackened pit from which they came?
In the twilight’s ethereal hour, a mid-ways breaking point between light and dark,
A shimmering glow strikes this standing watch tower of abandonment’s forgotten,
And heaven’s flood gates are opened unto them, calling these the lost upwards
Towards nirvana and at last know true peace.
It looks like a simple brownstone building,
Not much different then any other but it’s residents.
Are of the haunted kind, not made of flesh and bone.
In every window a wind chime stirs, gently caressed by
A chilling winds icy finger tips, after all this is known as
The house of spirits.

BY; CHERYL ANNA DUNN

 

Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
An almost stillness came about
as she strode into my door,
like breath itself refused to move,
fearful of touching her mysterious beauty

But her obsidian eyes betrayed her. 

Sharp and gleaming,
with a silver sheen
she looked at me, 
and I knew…

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Molten lava spilled forth from her mouth, melting our clocks—
eighteen hundred nightmares compressed in two hours.
Long hand moving forward, as the short hand moved backward
How can memories persist in such an acrid life?

She spoke of a beast in the guise of a man,
 one who ravaged innocence with the flick of a click
A coward that collected milk teeth for hardened bones
of other horny beasts with no spine

That throaty tenderness when she spoke 
sprinkled crystal seeds of frustration in me
She says he loathed him, denied she loved him
but her obsidian eyes betrayed her

There she was, a bud he plucked from the nuns’ garden
He grafted then he pruned her, 
spreading her pollen, wafting her scent
yet folding her petals to himself

Caterpillars feeding upon her leaves,
she lets them devour her,
yet once they are wrapped in their cocoons to sleep,
she stabs them with her thorns.

Tears then slid down from her midnight lace eyes
and it was all I could do to catch them
She said she was weary of curtailing butterflies,
of tearing their wings before they can even fly

I had to ask, how many… how many winged gems?
She lifted her sleeves, and showed me her scars
One ugly mark for each innocent child plunged deep,
my heart getting slashed at least three hundred a beat.



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A certain stillness came about
as I strode into her door,
like fear itself refused to move,
letting breath touch her mysterious beauty for the last time....

Her obsidian eyes had betrayed her. 

Sharp and gleaming,
with a silver sheen
I looked at the knife beside her.

Maroon-mapped sheets, a stunted womb.
 
Strains of Bon Iver’s “Flume”
flit past the sighing air like a butterfly,
and I knew…









08112014

Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

I must have encountered her on a hill, Where scatterings of ferns deepened Through insolent winds that shivered While watching her carry a basket of daisies… She is Loveliness, forlorn in a drowsy pathway, More forlorn than languid endings Or all that death can ever reach. By trying to alienate myself from this image A weariness brushed on a Dresden face so pale That the luster in her eyes became stardust , While I designed a self-tumbling act as a ploy To gaze at her closer , oh one divine mystery. Just there, etches of beauty flatter her hair, Like a dream capricious as twilight leaving And in her almond eyes, the moon-flakes glimmer How by chance, this silhouette found me breathless, That I did gravitate through her bloom, weakening-- She, an air between death and forever… Loveliness on a hill. MAY PREMIER Contest for Brian Strand

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
Where cold stars exist in the dark,
serene winds whisper to trees
and scarce human ears can listen,
lone songs wail in the distance
in frozen moon's silver spotlight,
a mark left where paws had paused.











Written by: January 16th, 2015


Inspired by creature #3 Coyote

nette onclaud's contest - NIGHT CREATURES


This poem was also inspired by actual events. A few weeks ago, I discovered 
some large animal paw prints that were left in the snow, near my home. I later
found out that the tracks were made by a wolf.

Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

women of dusk and dawn who love to feast on their senses in a banquet ripened by love and courage, chilled to last till the moonlight bequeaths more hours for stories about earth's flesh... oh, let the first drone of music praise the female spirit voluptuous as hips sashay in gaiety wildly wet, empresses hunting for the eyes of god in men softly flowing in veils of mystery that hover in the fragrance housed in chambers of rich legends and reality: taste their tears, cuddle the apples of fertile breasts… yet no one can touch their essence or own life’s primeval wombs; women are women like their children defying any explanation. ..................... Brian Strand 254 Contest Resubmitted 1.02.2017

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |
Washed
up
on the
shore

broken
by
the
ocean's
roar

waiting
at
the
foot
of
heavens
door

I
touch
her
fading
beauty
with
my
trembling
hand

a
broken
shell
lying
in
the
burning
sand

~~~

Author:  Elaine George

Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |
(a conversational collaboration with Christine Ueri)



"remember the dream I had when we were 10?
(waves and waves of cornflowers everywhere)
about the boy and the closet?
(sunflowers, circle, glass house?....closet, yes)
cornflower blue
(the closet was cornflower blue?)
the light in that dream was cornflower blue
(the air, the atmospheric light?)
yes, especially in the closet

I had that dream for so long
I'll never forget
little boy blue and the kingfishers --
the blue and white china plates
with the bridge and the lovers; the two doves in the willow tree,
that made me look for japanese letters....horse.
 
the funny things we do as children

(you are writing a poem....)
catch the words, my love
(you already wrote a poem up there; bridge it together --
I dried cornflowers with dandelions in a blue and white book; but it wasn't a dream.
Well, in a way it was, because at the time, I was floating in the clouds)

he wore a blue and white striped top in my dream

and I remember him
when I look at the sky,
the clouds and the golden sun --

I caught the words!
(yes! did you string them all together?)

not yet!"



                                                                                 
                                                                                



August 29th, 2012


Copyright © Chris D. Aechtner | Year Posted 2012

Details | Blank verse |
When the blackest nightmares were realized
and bitter truth pierced cracked, brittle armor
When candles of last hope flickered and faded
and darkness closed on the edge of vision
When despair careened towards insanity
and aching fists and fingers began to slip
When the abyss called, a mighty hand reached
and lifted me silent to higher ground

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2012

Details | Verse |
Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....





Copyright © humble b | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |
Oh blackest night,
how elegantly you 
do decorate your canopy.
Twinkling stars 
sparkle gloriously 
in the Heavens.
Brightest yellow moon
shining it's beautiful face,
keeping watch as sentry
to Earth's mysterious gates.

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
Beneath the opal white moon, the crying doves shed their precious tears,
Causing the purple rain to fall, melting at the lavender notes of musical dreams,
Camelot’s illusionary ivory towers of brilliant colors, seemingly fades unto the
Violet shades of gray, as the minstrel’s music grows silent for the last time!
The pied piper’s fluted guitar, remains stilled in the silence of a generations
Mind, the world weeps in fuchsia stained technicolor for their slain prince
Of rock in roll, plays now within the heavenly band beyond, rocking the
Ages, lost amongst the spiritual stardust from which creations mystical
Legacies are born!
In reverences musical temple hall of fame, another name is added 
Amongst the universal giants, that have crisscrossed humanities 
Triumphant vast historical tides, rolling ever onwards within the waves
Of the timeless rebel, jamming with the beating rhyme of the 
Human soul forever!
Gentleman’s coterie of lace and satin’s refinement, is this instrumental
Conductor strumming, at the inner finite strings vibrating within the
Harmonic orchestra of an eclectic mind, a whispering dreamer whom
Heard an expressionistic tempo hidden within the color purple,
And thus wept in the violet rain!
A flickering candle quivers within the moistures clouded wake,
The concert master stands alone at the center of the musical hurricane,
Untethered from his slave marked chains, the band leader strikes against
His podium of freedom at last, rock-n-rolls final creshando, echoes
Within the winds of destiny, carried upon the voices of his generation!
Legends burnt ashes rise above this fiery phoenixes’ resurrection, 
For in truths resolve this singing firebird’s melody, shall play forever 
Onwards, as the doves cry in flights eternal soaring!
Where has the musical voyager gone, the visionary fuchsia master,
The soul captain hailing the distant shores of rock nirvana,
By playing mystical notes of color illusions, on the blank canvas
Of the horizons musical sheets, beyond mortality’s everlasting
Window of social acceptance!
Let the elegant birds of peace fly forth, with their wings appendages
Extended upon the breezes of this artistic grand master, set blazing
In lavender flames, quenched only the falling of the purple rain!
But even then harken, listen my generations of rock fans,
Can you not hear the wailing guitar, of the musical force, known
 As prince the visionary revolutionary!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

 







Copyright © cherl dunn | Year Posted 2016

Details | Verse |
3/2/03
 I saw no way- The heavens were stitched
I felt the columns close
The earth reversed her hemispheres
I touched the Universe
378: Emily Dickenson

The Shape of Death

Because I could see through all the eyes of men, 
Pandora's sin,the sum of every joy and sorrow crowded in
I felt the paucity of greed.
The simple mood of life enriched by guileless generosity        
I asked, "Are good and evil mixed?"
I saw no way - the heavens were stitched.

And stitched perhaps until the hour of death
Because I could see through all the eyes of men,
 I knew of life's inevitable end
 that closure, that omega rose
that brings eternal sweet repose.
That stealth of life in increments
the broken bond of flesh to death
 Within  its marble tenements
I felt the columns close

The columns closed, my mother passed,
Because I could see through all the eyes of men, 
my solace weighed in beauty that we gathered,
in all my childhood hours
In sunsets, birdsong, clouds,  and dew
in measured memory of her face
I turned myself away from our lost years
The earth reveresed her hemispheres

Reversed - that  algebraic leap, 
Because I could see through all the eyes of men
All wisdom spilled to unity of life,
Death un-veiled - benign as the blank page before birth
returning that Divine immortal leaf
like the shape of space that waves traverse,
when split,  between a particle
And  I can say with nothing to coerce
Perhaps....I touched the Universe.

Suzanne Delaney

This is written in the Glosa Form
See 'about this poem' for details.

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The moss clung tightly; making it unbearable to breathe, 
and she sealed her lips tighter than a clam’s— not letting the pain take over

As the stars drift silently, like ships on a lost sea of darkness,
she whispers to Hope: 
“Swim free and look for the horizon, then come back to me...”

The night; collected on the leaves, 
       drops fell like Mermaid’s milk onto an already moist floor
Striking the shimmering tearful medium, 
         it gives birth to a shower of graceful pearls as the dawn awaits

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I hear your voice drift upon a cool ocean breeze; 
              gilded words of adoration 
I glide towards it, praying that it guides me, 
          strengthens me, 
                nurtures me 
  like Mermaid’s milk

Touch as I might, my senses are in-different to please, my voice mute!
Be my Siren’s song and sing for me, serenade my senses back to life...

With an inquisitive tongue, I taste an almost scentless flower 
It is but a wisp, a whisper, a flick of a ray of sunshine, but it was There.

So much is lost. 
    The rivulets of time, hear me, see me, like a ghostly apparition...
Capture me in that moment by lovingly painting me. 
Sing me a song while you do, 
            and let the Mermaid’s milk flow again.




*****
Thank you David, for waiting ever so patiently for my long overdue part-- 
it was a very nice challenge for me to write this :) 
Thank you very much for the inspiring lines...

Copyright © kabuteng P.iNk k. | Year Posted 2012

Details | Free verse |

Strewn with buds onto night’s refrain
We followed  the hovel of an outer-world,
As rustling leaves formed a map’s cave
Through a journey connecting reality;
Where our twin- souls moved in silence.

I felt your hands cuddling a bounty of flowers
And we are in Portugal once more,
Cleansing lost time in holy water.

The procession of candles brushed the air
quite sacred: white lilies unfurling petals 
into hundred lights on the shrine
of admirable Fatima, while life crowned us again.

We strolled with a monolith of statues
Blessing our paths aligning our thoughts
In the house of Mary, of transparent gods.

But the vision turns into ripples; I’m by myself 
a lone pilgrim enclosed around a grotto
Wishing he was here, feeling him like my breath.

Night’s haunting refrain still moans
Along pathways of Lisbon: a rosary clasped 
that my distant love would visit me soon... 
at the edge of twilight, even  just for few glimpses.


Long Distance Love Contest
For Nicola Byrne
Re-submitted 10/16/2016


Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
If the unbearable lightness of being has pushed you to the brink of catastrophic meltdown,
walk to the edge of our flat two-dimensional existence 
and take a leap of faith...

You may drift through space for quite some time
eyeing the stars, the planets, the galaxies
that make up the great and boring universe beyond.

Eventually you'll come across darker, scarier territory,
unseen with the naked eye
yet comprising 95% of all matter,
and all that matters,
otherwise known as the unconscious.

Some day you'll feel safer in the void, 
more secure,
at peace.

With not one mirror in sight to reflect your self concept,
everything and nothing make perfect sense here,
for they are one and the same.

You are the only observer
of man's true final frontier
and his one and only mystery.

Copyright © Yoni Dvorkis | Year Posted 2009

Details | Verse |
Rosette tapestries of unparalleled glamour
Embroided thoroughly by the wittiest clamor
Magnanimously amorous in grace and wonder
Bewitching and charming though so yonder

Rhetorically out bounding my frugal thoughts
To be "irresistible", my flawless pure cause
Starlight's amiss your ornate romantic spell
Driving me sweetly to madly deep to compel

Handful of metaphors and highfalutin words
Illuminating. Inspiring. Invigorating.
Incubating anyone with one unique style
Wonderful, beautiful, matchless, they foretell

Vividly inventive and bombastic with each stroke
To hardened hearts, you can surely start to stoke
Erratically tender enough to adagio break the silence
Drawing  anyone for more and more to your essence

by:
olive eloisa
2:54 pm
Revised April 24, 2014

CONTEST: ANY POEM #24
Sponsor: POET DESTROYER A
3RD PLACE

Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |
Draped in silent fog, is a reservoir of dreams weathering each season, with a mystifying scheme … On a wind-swept shelf, she is silently sleeping Where secrets are guarded and are hers for the keeping Looking out at the tide, where the seagulls are sweeping In her moldering courtyard, where quadrivial paths meld, Among ancient arches of an old Spanish style Names locked in history, many stories revealed Etched in the headstones, where angels have dwelled The cracked marble fountain with polished ligures, Above the church doorway, vines are withering, bare Aloft from the steeple, are the four watchful eyes Looking out to the sea, and the deep crimson tide Three vestige bells dangle from loft, overhead Their voices are quiet, with pericopes spoken Soft hymns of doves, fill the rafters, instead From crumbling ruins, bricks humbly laid There are shadows of saints...and moss covered jade A weeping old willow, with leaves crackling dry I drink with my ears, and listen with an eye Of all those who prayed, for those who passed by Unbelievable echoes, the tolling of the bells Making sense of the senseless, I can hear what it tells Giving voice to my feelings, and new hope to my eyes A peace in my heart, where the holy grail lies Are heard in the voice, in the church of blue tides
____________________________________________________________________ For The Contest Sponsored By Shadow Hamilton "Any Subject" Using Words: unbelievable, mystical, ligure, pericope, reservoir, quadrivial, 7/22/13

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The sun rose in the west today – or, perhaps, I was standing on my head?
I went to a funeral for my very best friend, but the chap wasn’t even dead!

Said he wanted to be eulogized while drinking a pint of beer.
I think the things we said about him, weren’t exactly what he wanted to hear.

“He was, or is, an egotistical old bastard – doesn’t surprise me in the least, 
that he wants to attend his own funeral service – God, what a horrible beast!”

And that, my friends, was from his Mom; the best friend a boy ever had.
“When finally they put his body in the ground, I think we’ll all be glad.”
Egad!

Global warming took a holiday, as the snow piled up real high;
that bugger for whom we passed the plate, took out his wooden eye.

The casket was full of cold cuts; The bartender doubled as the priest; I took another shot of tequila, while the sun started setting in the east. The ladies started undressing; my organ started to rise; I played Beethoven’s “Requiem”, with it pointing to the skies.
The only tears that were shed today belonged to the corpse who was still alive – His ex wife sang that old Gloria Gaynor tune, “You know, I will survive!” The next time he throws a party for himself, I think he’ll choose a different theme – And maybe the people who come and get drunk won’t be so awfully mean!

Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2011

Details | Free verse |
Today has to be the strangest day of my life,
the arms that hold me tight say that I'm his wife.

I wish I could feel something for this stranger,
I'm so scared and terrified I feel like my life is 
in danger.

Who is the man? How did I get here?
Why does he look at me like that? He almost 
seems sincere.

Oh my God there it is again an overwhelming 
feeling of fear,
My head is screaming really loud get me
out of here.

Who am I? Who is he? I can't be his wife
because I don't even know him or me.......



Alexis Y.

Copyright © Alexis Y. | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
How far can you fall and get back up 
How high can you jump
And keep your feet in the sand 

To touch grace and fall from within
Next to you I was out of my skin
I missed you yesterday and you leave tomorrow

A life spent in the shadows of lushly tint 
Smoke your waves 
Exhale the freshness of your menthol scent 
Home is what you call shelters that need no defense 

I’ll send 
You’ll say goodbye
I’ll send again
You won’t reply

If love 
Is the appreciation of another’s existence
Then goodbye
Is the anticipation of seeing you again

You and I, we’ll cruise the shores
Together we’ll settle with the wind 
The joy of a small hut, a lovers den

You’ll send
I’ll wonder why
You’ll send again
I will not reply 

"our songs for sale"

Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |

What do you see
Look closer
Go from room to room
To;
The stone in the apple

Adventurous and imaginative
Into eternity or silent death
A landscape
A gentle and warm wind

Bright and sparkling
Dew in the sparkling morning sun
Virgin Mary's pearl necklace

Silence 
The orchestra's audience
Aplaus
Close your eyes

There is more
Eternal seekers
The boundless
The fate is sealed















  01.08.2017
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
- Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2017

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Memories Episode 2 ... continued from 'Memories' (Episode 1) 

Unaware of my surroundings but knowing it’s a dream
Instead of lulling me into a fake sense of calm
It accelerates my ominous dread even more
Intensifying the fear factor through my core
Adding to the creepy dark sinister feel

I glance nervously behind - Yes they are still in pursuit
Dark silhouettes following - that I know are male
They take their time unhurried and unfazed
And I sense that whenever they want
They can bridge the distance between us

They seemingly glide - one glide to every six
Of my swift fairy like running steps
 
Regardless I push myself harder
Fear radiates from every pore of my body
What do they want from me?
Why do I fear them? Who are they?
Why have my memories not returned?

Aren’t some memories best to be forgotten?
Connected to these shadows that remain to haunt?
Will tomorrow’s sunrise bring them back?
The self-destructive memories so misbegotten

All these fear riddled questions seemingly hasten my flying feet
When I glance behind they seem to have fallen back somewhat
The cliché tugs my mind - ‘You can’t see the trees from the forest’ 
As I see a thickly wooded area up ahead
In spite of a somewhat bad fairy tale edge 
I intuit it might be the means of escape that I seek

I run hard to the low slung branches
They seem to reach out a welcome to me
Some five minutes into my running 
A strange sound reaches my ears, crisp, crackling,
I realize it’s my own bare feet, slapping
The dry earth and the leaves crunching below them

I sense a shift of energy, although welcoming at first These very same branches now seem to be trying to ensnare me
I pray that this dreadful nightmare will end. A finale to this strange dream is what I seek I skirt and duck and just as I think I am getting proficient A protruding root trips me I scream and swear as heavily I fall
I pull myself up, determined to get away But survival instincts so strong trigger A warm sticky flow of blood trickles down my leg Can’t stop and even as I run I figure Stop I must not
Yet another shift, I hear water My feet seem to be laboring Looking down I perceive that I am on a beach It is arduous running on beach sand and so tiring In an angry crescendo - waves roar and crash to the shore
The images I have swirling in my head Roll in and out like those endless waves That I would like to keep at bay That a part of me wants to resist instead
Adding to the fear that I feel knotted in my stomach. Gasping - panting I take another furtive look over my shoulder THEY are not THEY anymore - JUST ONE One figure seems to have peeled himself away from the crowd He runs fast gaining speed at the rate of knots Running towards me Silly fool that I am I seem to have stopped running Hypnotized like a deer? - Waiting for him? No - curiosity has taken over me I think I would like to see my predator One of his arms hangs slightly lower I think he is carrying a weighted pole of sorts A crowbar? Oh dear God - what am I doing just standing here? He draws nearer and I catch a glimpse of his face Handsome and arrogant - But it’s the set cold line of his lips, A snarl, a sneer, a lip upturned Like a wild beast about to rip apart its prey It’s this expression that chills my blood to ice
I scream as I turn to run once more Intuition tells me that it’s as futile as before Run run as fast as you can I can catch you I’m the Gingerbread man
What a chilling cold thought to have pop into one’s head An incongruous rhyme in this fear riddled moment
The brain- such a complex thing Trying to protect my sanity A nervous giggle escapes my lips The reality is grim HE’S GOING TO KILL ME
I wake to my favourite nurse shaking me asking if I am alright My nightie is soaking wet with sweat and I am sobbing She enfolds me in her arms reassuring me it’s just a dream
I look to the window - a new day is dawning So much for a New Optimistic Day for me So much for my memories returning Do I really want them back is my plea?
Stay tuned for the next episode continued in ... 'Wistful Expectations' - (Memories Episode 3) Episode list in consecutive order: Memories - Episode 1 Blind Terror - (Memories Episode 2) Wistful Expectations - (Memories Episode 3) Deception - (Memories Episode 4) Run Run As Fast As You Can - (Memories Episode 5) Running - (Memories Episode 6) Music Video clip – ‘Jungle Chase’ - Jason Lam OST Published on Nov 5, 2015 for JasonLamMusic

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
When the moon smiled crimson
weakness departs...
Set, you're the storm darkly clouding skies
across a red desert stained
in an ancient evil being
one spawned recoiled serpent deceiver
under the sands hides
bringing disorder mixed with violence
creating war destroying all good
where nothing else matters...

I turn around looking into your eyes
soulfully held captive with shadows
helplessly falling to the knees
as watchful eyes dart
to old desires pulsing ruby red,
perfect prey captured and held
forever in her clutches 
drags hearts to their fates...

Sapphire seas churn, storms pass the centuries
light years from now
when the breathless flame burns blue
an eclipse totally takes over the heart
once upon a time
weakness you fall by the way side
as strength is held
within a union of crowns
for she reigns as queen of the heart
owns every key to my demise...

Buried beneath the sands
and times forgotten
names and dates written
on the surface by her finger,
then blown away
on the same winds she rides,
free to prowl once more.






(A collaboration by Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler)


Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dramatic Verse |
Memories Episode 5 … Continued from 'Deception' - (Memories Episode 4)

Shadow dance of distortion fade in and out Teasing to the fore then get wrested back Manipulative psychic games with subconscious Like the sun rays flitting behind clouds of black Memories of hers succumb to quiet whispers Disappearing hope with each ponderous breath Green eyes with sadness reflects in the mirror Broken spirit recedes into shadowy death Fading expectations with each passing hour A life once had - Gone for no reasons Day brings no enlightenment or answers Night brings its own dreams and demons Whispers that fade into lurking silhouettes Seeming familiar faces slink back into regress
I’m back in the office He threateningly comes towards me Meekly putting the phone down I intuit This is not a man to be trifled with
I know for sure getting away from him is imperative I duck - skirting and dodging past him with dexterity He dives at me but I side step with fear driven agility
I’m running again, this dream is recurrent The second time around more terrifying than before
How is it conceivable that emotions linger to torment?
‘When memories from ones past are all wiped clean Why do I feel an inexplicable sense of De’ja’vu? Linked with futility and fear in-between?’
All this running - dream state or not I should have shed at least 3 kilos by now? The irony is - this time I know the game’s for real It feels like I’m trapped in a scene from ‘Hunger Games’ And even more ominous is that I seemingly know my predator And it’s painfully obvious he wishes to kill me In a cowardly effort to hide his deception, avarice and greed Vital incriminating information I had gleaned If it happened to get to the powers that be I glance nervously behind - I know I’m fast but he’s gaining Fear rips into me - Knots in my stomach Muscles burning - Heart pounding like it will explode - yet I push I push because I know this time I have to give - Give it all I’ve got or die Dear God will this dreadful nightmare ever end? A finale to this strange dream is what I seek
My Angel Guardian if you hover near A good time as any to abolish this fear
Unable to resist another look - so I do Another man hard on the heels of my predator Shock Horror!! This is the love of my life! How could I ever forget the wonders We shared on the beach The man whose child I am carrying? Two men with determined aggressive faces Both seem hell bent on catching me Will this nightmare ever end? Both are carrying poles of some sort Why am I even running? There’s no possibility of surviving this? Yet I do And then I hear the second man call out ’Dani - Dani - head to our place - head to our place’ Is this a trick or is he giving me a clue? His voice oddly familiar And in a flash - a ‘mind pop’ and my memories come flooding back The key to unlock Pandora’s Box A trigger to stimulate my mind into motion Was the familiar voice under duress Calling out my name? I read somewhere - That even ordinary memories have various levels of accessibility Memories you cannot access but yet remain in there imbedded That hopefully gets released in time I hear yet another voice - a sweet musical voice My Guardian Angel My Mum - ‘Dani - Dani come in now dinner’s ready’ And then more firmly - ‘Daniella Richards come in right now’ I know she’s annoyed when she uses my full name A wave of emotion hits me as awareness dawns Realisation that she is with me no more Floods of sorrow Shock Waves So strong that I almost double over So strong because I know who I am Daniella Richards Stronger still when I know the man behind the monster IS MY HUSBAND My assailant behind me is Greg Roberts In hot pursuit is my beautiful husband Jackson The man whom I adore - Doing what he does best Protecting me like he’s always done I feel my neck - the half heart pendant on the chain still intact I glance at my left hand - relief My wedding and engagement rings are there Instinctively I know where he’s telling me to go The sea caves - the place where we used to play as kids
Run Run as fast as you can You can’t catch me I’m the Gingerbread Man Yes I am - Yes - Yes I am
The Next episode …'Running' Episode list in consecutive order: Memories - Episode 1 Blind Terror - (Memories Episode 2) Wistful Expectations - (Memories Episode 3) Deception - (Memories Episode 4) Run Run As Fast As You Can - (Memories Episode 5) Running - (Memories Episode 6) Video clip - SARAH MCLACHLAN, ‘Answer’ - Published on Mar 31, 2014

Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Hell's perpetual fires
Burning up my frenzied desires
I'm gurgling up a rebellion
Can you feel it frothing?

You sure have claws
That scratched my skin raw
The blood is everywhere
Do you see it spilling?

I barely recognised your voice 
Cold and harsh like beaten up ice
My ephemeral lovesong was meant to be sung
Can you hear it dying?

Just one more knot
Tied up your body to the cot
I'm pouring the fuel around
Don't you smell it burning?

Goodbye my sweet love
Endure what you deserve
I've been waiting to burn you to ashes
Did you see this coming?


Copyright © Sohini Mukherjee | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
i curl your 
long dark hair in my fingers
at your neck
as I pull you down
I wait to feel the rough end of day
beard
on my face
your eyes close a little then open
to watch me
look at me, I whisper
dont stop
looking at me

Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009

Details | Free verse |
The Ink Bottle sits, alone,
It’s only Companions,
The Feathered Pen,
The Paper Pad.

The Desk, once alive,
The Words,
No longer,
Written.

Love, abandon,
But wanting not,
The Freedom,
It has.

A Wooden Chair, dusty,
Reclines not,
For the Comfort,
Once given.

Time, a mystery gone,
With passing,
Never to be recovered,
Longing.

Days of gloom, waiting,
Shine not, The Light,
The Heart,
Once brightened.

Come back, to Me,
My words, of Joy,
Of Laughter,
Wisdom, once known.

Copyright © Kenneth Fordham | Year Posted 2008