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Details | Rhyme |
She writes her songs and her poems,
not one person know 'em.
She listens to the sound of her music,
she's stuck to it like a tick.

If someone took the time to listen,
her true colors would glisten.
She's put on a mask,
and hid everything when someone asked.

She was the type of girl who would always laugh,
making you wish it would last.
She was the type of girl who would smile the day away,
too bad it is no longer that way.

She is now the girl who is depressed,
I bet you're impressed.
Since no one could tell
that she was going through hell.

Everyone thought she was happy, 
when really, she felt crappy.
Everyone thought she was having the time of her life,
who would have guess her best friend was a knife?

She spent her days alone,
she seemed to do everything on her own.
Never once wanted help.
Thought she could do everything herself.

Then the day came,
when she lost the game.
She fell apart,
and everyone saw her broken heart.

They saw the way she overreacted.
Oh, if only you saw the way she acted.
She bruised herself, scratched herself, and made herself bleed,
no one knew what it was that she needed.

They saw her tears,
and that was what she feared.
They found out she wasn't okay,
oh, she hated that day.

Everyone found out about her secret,
and she wish they'd just forget,
but she knew they couldn't,
and that they wouldn't.

She left that town and started over,
no one knew she went undercover.
She said she got better,
when really... something else occurred. 

She secretly hurt herself,
and walked away from help.
Everyone thought she recovered,
when really, she was undercover.

She secretly wanted to get worse,
no one knew of course.
No one cared to ask,
if she was wearing her mask.

Now it's too late,
she locked the gate.
Killed herself,
everyone had forgotten she needed help.

Goodbye cold world,
this was a story of a girl
who once loved everyone
then feared who it was who won.

Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away... slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

There is no limit to my poetry,
    and the infinite words;
sorrow that drips from my pen,
    has no end and no limit.

Dreams flutter like butterflies,
    and I pen sad poems;
this weeping has no limit or end,
   it just is and I accept it.

I know this girl well you see,
    I know who I am;
I can and I will go far beyond,
   any limit set by others.

Life is full of fears and limits,
    and I could fall;
or soar with courage and fly,
    to write limitless poems.

August 3, 2015


Written by Broken Wings

For the contest, Limits, sponsor, Chase Trevi 

4th Place 

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

In my thoughts poetic words are swirling,    I found writing at an early age,
Tumbling and whirling, like caged birds;         Depth of spirit and creativity are mine;
Trapped and reckless to be set free,       Memories are free flowing in my words,
I must find paper and pen and release;     Deep inspired poetry releases the past;
The fluttering, my muse is screaming,    I drift and float, soul searching my inner life,
In my head, or is that me?                    Meaningful words pour out the sorrow.
I start to write and sad poems come,        I let go of the past, I let the pain drift,
Creeping, word bleeding on paper;       I lay each sorrowful and weeping word bare;
Oh do all poets struggle or just me?   Bleeding upon a white page of paper,
And as I pen my verse, I weep.             My poems are full of tears and memories.
The writing done, I sigh a tear,                I have laid open this heart for all to see,
My muse has set me free;               The story of my life can be found easily;
Memories are all I have,                Photographs that float in my dreamy thoughts,
And the rain is falling down.                     The tomb is wet, so dark, so cold.
The pages of my life fluttering,          Words deep engraved for all eternity,
Past the ornate gate;                 The wind takes my long hair and trees tremble;
Voices and murmurs calling me,     Past the ornate gate and winding road,
I kiss dead lips and caress cold hands.      I so often stand in this place of sorrow.

September 26, 2015

Free Verse

Inspired by the poem Crack like fissures written by Richard Lamoureux

In my poem, I combined parts of four poems with a similar theme.

Winds of Time, August 2014
For All Eternity, April 2015
Soulfulness, April 2015
Like Caged Birds, July 2015

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |
Spinning Webs And Sad Gray

Spinning webs hold my life in place
gems waiting from flames yet to be lit
Why would set sail to another shore?
When this one, rocks as it slowly moans
Morn's new frost never touches my toes
nor dawn's beaming rays fail to inspire

Car wreck yesterday by our home
roadside two bodies, lifeless there lay
I wondered will school be different Monday?
Now that death has touched my soul

Last year father died, and my tears I withheld
not manly to show such a display
Lessons learned at home and at life
Death, death has the final say!

R.J. Lindley
Old Note. Winter's bitter cold tells me I am still alive..

New Note - First poem in my oldest surviving private journal.
I thought today may be a good day to post it , as it was written in June, one year after my father's death in 1969..

Third Note-  Funny how it doesn't even rhyme...

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Salaam |

Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega

Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega

Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega

Copyright © shadab shaikh | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |
Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Thatcher’s dead.

Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Thatcher’s dead.

Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Thatcher’s dead.

Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
Thatcher’s dead.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Blitz |

this sad heart
broken heart
heart aching
heart delicate and weeping
weeping lost love
weeping to God
God oh almighty
God can you hear this girl 
girl of sadness
girl of love
love mine
love like a sword
sword that stabs my happiness
sword of love's memory
memory that comes in dreams
memory and family secrets 
secrets hidden 
secrets from the past 
past buried
past dead with the beloved 
beloved lay in death
beloved family husband baby
baby who never saw the sky
baby oh the love
love locked within
love that inspires me to write poems 
poems from my dripping pen
poems of love
love and sorrow written in blood
love has made me this poet
poet of painted words
poet of rhyme and verse
verse of love
verses of love flowing
flowing and floating for eternity
flowing with love and forlorn beauty
beauty is poetry
beauty in natures scenery
scenery to take your breath away
scenery down a beaten path
path winding in a forest
path to love
endless the poems of love
love and love
love of a broken heart
heart bleeding
bleeding . . .

May 18, 2015


Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2015

Details | Romanticism |
A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
You say you're ugly,
You say you're fat,
You say you hate reality,
but it's not just that.

You say there's nothing good,
you say everyone hates you
you say you can't eat food,
I wish I could help you.

Because in my eyes, you're beautiful.
In my eyes, you are perfect.
In my eyes, you are wonderful.
Please take the time to reflect.

You want to die,
I want you to survive.
You're trying to say goodbye,
but I'm holding onto the knives.

Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013

Details | Prose |
I can't copy and paste a quote and begin writing.  My heart won't allow my pen to move. My soul says Lou that ain't you. Talk about anything, everything, about scriptures written in red, nothing at all, just let it be you, about you, involve you and her, all the thems you wanted back in the day, but since you were too shy they never gave you the time or a slap in the face. Write about how you've grown as a man, and how they see potential rising in you like soft dough placed in the hottest oven. Mouth watering metaphors as the Corona invites you to lower inhibitions and lay naked on the page. Fearless and unashamed. Dare any woman to close her eyes, ride these words to its final end. Let it sit there in between her something or other. Resting until heartbeats form. Something other than pastry is rising. It's the return of what she's been missing. Someone willing to please her before self acts selfishly. Here, is where I win. Not from parting is such sweet sorrow, but from every time you and I share hello. Every day you and I share some new meaning and uncover a new beginning. Exploring.  Taking a look at the past in order to make sense of now. And here comes the revelation I've been waiting for, I don't write for them or you, it’s for her. Always shall be. I'm lucky enough that my soul has a front row seat to the things she brings out of me. Its ordained one woman shall forever change, be the demise and resurrection of one man. It's something that my soul despises but I'm drawn to her resolve all the same. Thoughts, feelings and flow captured on pages, hopefully one day gracing larger stages than just them, me, her and you. Maybe I'll create something Shakespearean, pen a quote someone else might be inspired to write about. We shall see, for the time being don't say goodbye to me.

Copyright © TS Lewis | Year Posted 2014

Details | Bio |
I stand solo, aloof in the snow, a precipitation 
                     of words cascading from a nebulous eye 
Fathoms wide, forever dripping like wax onto 
                     a punctured paper serving a Sanskrit sky,

and spreading into sibilant sentences swiftly 
                     sliding from syllable sorcery to soulful serenades 
so silent in the shunting shout of white. Poetry 
                     fills a churning void where novels cannot wade,

Phrases solidifying into idolisation of emotion 
                     itself, isolation of the isometric individuality that so 
Crushes my keeling cavern of thought, ever 
                     careering from caustic career path to another new low,

Which so seems to crumble into crazy paving’s 
                    counterpart. In this first freeze-frame we can all grasp
A fraction of the familiar, oh so fractured by the 
                    fumbling nature of enforced form. Freed by the gasp 

Of a photo-opportunity glowing phosphorescent 
                    with firsts, I am no longer framed by the festering 
Constraints of non-fiction, and folding my fond 
                    farewells carefully, I hesitantly face a vision pestering 

Me, fearing the fiend that would open maw and 
                    gnaw beneath my feet, evoking an avalanche of the 
Vernacular, but I am further past this unfed 
                    existence now, loosened from the fickle friendship of a

Winter thaw. Focus not your gaze on the grinding 
                    gauze of the greats, for the pressing pestilence of 
Perishable poetry is elsewhere pondering its parallels 
                    in posturing and post-modern pining for forlorn love. 

Praise no other; I am poetry.

Copyright © Dan Keir | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Oh well here I go again, 
wishin for a dream that I could be wrapped in, 
entrapped in, 
torn away from addiction, 
destroy the tele… 
vision they strive to force upon you, 
its all false but you know I’m true. 
They will not protect you when you scream your broken cries, 
they are merely evil faces of masked men behind illuminati eyes 
with which they hypnotize, 
brainwash you with their lies. 
I've got those deep thoughts pouring in, 
all the roads I've traveled down
conditions I have traveled in 
here in my pretty town, 
the 910 deserves a crown. 
East Coast I'm representing, 
I promise you I am not venting. 
High on that purple haze, 
And still haven't slept for days, 
excuse these bloodshot eyes
with a krispy kreme glaze, 
some will try to say its just a silly phase...
My mind is so graphic, 
use words like special tactics, 
unmistakable like D'Jango, 
or a peace signs' angle, 
destroy the crave for war and struggle, 
no need to explain all the trouble, 
with places burstin’ into rubble, 
Rebel! Rebel! We’ll show ‘em hell! 
I’ll be fightin’ when I'm dead, 
kick and scream till my blood is shed, 
let authorities know the message will be spread! 
Put on a show with a little bit of passion 
or the bad things will continue to happen.
Get the love through your head, 
all this hatred should be dead, 
what I'm saying must be said, 
before the gauge goes into red. 
With vocabulary this brilliant makes a female more vigilant, 
like brothers boston what I speak 
my words alone will make you weak, make you faint, 
Like blood spilled by hands of a vigilante saint, 
trust me lifes too short,
you dont have the time my young cohort, 
wait until your words make an enemy
cause their threatened by the uncertainty 
that you will make it this far 
make a point unlike this war
next thing you know you see ‘em sweat
words fresh like paint drippin with purpose, 
makin ‘em wet.  
I finger paint a master piece with a just simple rhyme, 
just don't pull your piece on me just let me speak, my mind, 
while I unwind, rewind all this blasphemy, 
continential catastrophe, 
I may have to beg and plead so that my boys can rest in peace 
sorry for the interruption, 
don’t blame me for the corruption, 
for now I'll put my words at ease, 
hope you told someone you loved them today and that it wasn't a white lie, 
just a tease.


Copyright © Andrea Rose | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic Verse |

I wake up with another tear for I have again, relived the nightmare will it ever leave me with any way to see when will I again be able to see my family the past is forgiven so why is it still living my heart was so broken but soon after it was frozen let it lie and the past die for I have a life to live with but the past is still being relived how do I stop this past of torture so I can find my new future

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Stimulating ideas pop into your head
You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper 
It looks like you’re outtah luck…no wonder you’re drowning in dread
You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment’s rest… 
You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally…
I’m not trying to irritate you purposely

Try with all your might…try your best
To stay optimistic and fervent 
I believe that you’ll pass the test
Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant  

I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook…
Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter…
I’m a rotten mess – you’re leaving me as if I’m an uninteresting book 
Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don’t mean to bother…

But, you’re like no other . . .

You’re like a mat – you’re constantly stepped on…
I’m like YOUR unwanted tool – 
I stepped on you and
Pushed your buttons
I accused you of being the fool 
When, in fact, I’m the fool by your side…
You’re drifting…pushing me aside…

I’m writing words of truth though – 
Expressing how much I’m fond of you 

I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how much you make me…
Guilty for your crimes
Taking the blame about the hundredth time 

At times, I feel that I’m awkward when I’m around you

You’re like a backpack – you carry everyone’s weight…
You’re like a sponge – soaking in our stress
I’m a distraction to you – you’re wasting valuable time…but don’t hesitate 
I’m writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn’t exist…
But these feelings aren’t as bad as committing a crime
These feelings come and go – I just had to confess 
I didn’t mean to screw up your progress…

Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, 
Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might
It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on 
Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night  

When you wrote those words on my notebook…
It made my day…you’re such a delight 
Like reading a fascinating, classic book

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
I Refusing To Cry, You To Ever Yield

 I never went into your dark room
 never saw your silent rage
 In my mind your cannons never boom
 nor does your face ever age

 I never felt your lonely trance
 never saw you naked in a cage
 In this dark world you truly dance
 with the melodic words of a sage

 We never journeyed to the Keys
 never saw that perfect moonlight
 In your gaze rested your pleas
 to be so closely held at midnight

 We never lived in each other's dreams
 never wept to the same sad tune
 Side by side we waded cool streams
 yet we never wed in early June

 Our days, were they numbered badly
 sunburnt harvest stripped from the field
 Was it destined to end that sadly
 I refusing to cry and you to ever yield

 Robert J. Lindley

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

                        Look deep, deep-
               deep into my soul,
what you see will shatter you, for
it is a sea of emotions that exist there,
                      a forever sadness weeps.
And from each bleeding scar,
chains of lead are holding me prisoner.
     Why does all this grief come unbidden?
              O, weather-stained is my soul,
                        a ravaged garden my past.
This eternal grief and sorrow haunts me, and
             cuts deep into paper white, because
  amongst grief and weeping, a poet was born,
  and she writes with her bleeding pen-

September 15, 2016 

Contest 203

First Place         

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Lyric |
Walking in the shadows of my life.
Staring through a never ending darkness of light.
Besides the pain, my mind is mostly fine.
Among the other things I could've done,
My heart & soul reflect tonight.

Never look back,
Unless your life depends on it.
Regression will only leave you dead inside.

Fight for what your worth,
Fight to make your future right.
Maybe someday you'll be reconized.

Walking through the shadows of my life.
Staring through the never ending darkness of light.
Regression only leaves us dead inside.
Fight for what your worth,
Fight to make it right.

Copyright © Clayton Rowe | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
Dear friend
Where do I begin? 
I got so much on my mind
Sometimes I wonder where we stand
But my emotions is bout to explode
Like a volcano when its eruption
And your name came in mind
When it came to reach out for a hand
I’m overseas fighting
With mortars flying over my head
Bullets traveling toward my frame
Fighting for something I don’t understand
I’m crying cause I need help
And here I don’t have a friend
Today I am alive
But tomorrow I might be dead
And man with this
Always on my mind
Got me scared for the fact
I don’t know if I’m running out of time
Usually I call you
But I have to write this on a line
Cause my voice is so shaky
I can’t say a word but jus cry
To me you’re like a brother
You are always by my side
That’s why I’m writing you
Even though I feel shy
You always seen me tough
But never seen my sad side
I hate that I feel like this
Even though I don’t know why
And I think you are the only person
That can really calm me down
Even though in my eyes
I see death all around
Blood on the sand
Body parts on the ground 
Sometimes I think to myself
How do I stay alive living with a frown? 
But knowing you’re here for me
Is enough to hold me down
Jus writing this to you
Is making me feel better right now
One day we’ll sit down and talk
And on my face you’ll put a smile
But I hope that day comes
Before I’m the next dead person found

Copyright © Travis Johnson | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
You make me feel so complete	 
You brought me up to my feet	 
You make me experience cloud seven 	
You brought me to your heaven 

Your words implant seeds of growth
Your eyes, an undying oath
You quench me with serpentine poetry  
You gave in to gravity 

You melted my heart of ice 
I’m your living sacrifice 
You watched over me with glistening eyes  
Your warmth never screams goodbyes   

Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
The Eyes

The eyes so shattered and so blue,
You sit there and you knew
The pain of losing someone close to you,
And you beg for their return,
But a wish so great, can never be granted.

The eyes shattered and blue,
Watch you,
Take the bottle and drowned yourself,
They watch you destroy yourself,
And they know what they do,
Yet they show no remorse, no pain in heart.

You fall asleep
On a dirty mattress,
Held up by broken dreams
And nightmares,
No pillow, no blanket
Just air you float on.
And your blind eyes close in the night,
The dreams come back to haunt you
And the eyes, they watch you,
So shattered and so blue.

Till three o’clock hits again
Wake in cold sweat,
Spiders on webs weaving a nest
In your head,
A cry out for the Madhouse,
Where the eyes so shattered and so blue
Stare at you, through a window with no reflection.


Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2013

Details | Narrative |
Sun Rose, She Saw Her Dead Lover's Face 

The sad angel touched her heart then
turned her far away from mortal men
Setting her a course to sleep alone
in dark cavern where no light shown.

Yet she traveled in nightly dreams
to shining lands with epic streams
Upon which hardy men sailed away
making fortunes wherever they may.

Lonely travelers so far from home
missing love as they set to roam
Dreams of beautiful vixens at night
saw her appear glowing in her light.

First she could see but not speak
a silent image their heart did seek
As the sad years flew swiftly by
her words appeared telling men why.

Her punishment was for her misdeed
unfaithful lover she cut to bleed
Watch him bleed life into the dust
never again was she to ever trust.

Avenging angel sent to punish then
keep her away from all mortal men
For her beauty could sway any heart
to find her a map drawn on a chart.

Hundreds tried but nobody did win
free her from cavern of her sin
As her broken heart started to fall
she heard a brave sea captain call.

Map he had memorized just to find
image that appeared in his mind
Into a dark, lost lake he did sail
deep love swore he'd never fail.

Moon was bright when he arrived
elude her guards he had contrived
Plan to lure her dark guards away
rescue her before the break of day.

Guards were two dragons so fierce
with scales no weapon could pierce
Captain would flash powder to blind
evil eyes as in he went her to find.

All went just as was his bold plan
out the cavern he and his love ran
Soon two lovers were aboard his ship
dragon guards they managed to slip.

Sun rose, she saw dead lover's face 
as back to death his soul had to race
Captain had been her victim she bled
freed her from his dark death's bed!

R.J. Lindley
July 07, 1977

Note- Presented as is... An oldie that I barely remember my ever writing.
Was found folded in an old poetry book I had misplaced and stored in the attic.
Found that book in a box of old clothes that were about to throw away.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
Kill me now,
no one needs to know how.
They don't care anyways,
let me waste away.

I'm so alone,
I'm always on my own.
I was happy one minute,
now I want to cut.

I'm trying to stay strong,
but it's been too long.
I'm giving up,
since no one is helping me up.

I'm falling down,
and there's no one around 
to keep me sane,
so all I want is pain.

Copyright © Ana Jusino | Year Posted 2013

Details | I do not know? |
Dear Dad, 
Hey I miss you, been a good long two years since I had seen you. I was just thinking about the jokes you used to tell "laugh out loud" and how mom used to smile when you looked her way, she always use to say you made her day. 
I miss cooking those big meals on Father's Day and every holiday "man what fun times" my uncles use to say. You were like a dad to them, a hero in someway. 
You provided a roof for us and anyone who needed a place to stay, man those were the days, I could imagine your face when I was born, your one and only daddy's little girl, protective like a father suppose to be, you watch me grow and I grew to be kindhearted and humble like you. 
You taught me never to take anyone for granted and to spread love and laughter, that is what we need on this planet, you never showed anyone your stress, until that day I saw you were laying next to mom in the bed. 
She was on a call with 911, I could hear the pain and the panic in her voice as the operator on the other end was steady saying "stay calm I cant hear you" for 30 minutes strait, I grab my phone and call 911, told them we need an ambulance right away, I comfort mom as they came in and wheeled you away, trying to stay calm just for her sake. 
We did not know god was going to call you home that day. 
Dear Dad, 
Hey I miss you........

Copyright © Dxanna Monroe | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |
I never thought of coming to this evil land
My father sent me though it wasn't a command
I was invisible until I turned dust
It was my father's wish thus a must
You were all uncircumcised until I arrived finally
I came to set you free
I was not unaware of the pain I would go through
They debased me because of you
I was virtually nude when they hanged me on that transit tree
My father's wish came to pass untrammeled
You whom I freed went back and stumbled
After I sacrificed my blood, you subjected me to disdain
My father sometimes feels I came to toil in vain
You hide behind the facade of my commemoration and escalate my pain

Copyright © CHRISDAD KOJO ARTHUR | Year Posted 2015

Details | Prose |
I beg all those who read my work to read it for pleasure and not inquiry....I again encourage you to read my poem...Lessons from Sonnet XX regarding this. I will NOT explain myself on content...Please...don't read too much into things.....You can never know what is fiction what is based on reality...DO NOT give yourself the freedom to speculate....Respect privacy. I reveal what I wish....fiction...reality...fantasy...MY choice. Yours to read or not.....If this continues....I may need to pull back....

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
I stare at you You have no clue why Some say I’m weird I really don’t care I stare I’m not interested in your looks I’ve read your books I’m more interested in you You Simple yet complex Full of mysteries Full of tales You get uncomfortable I don’t care I still stare I drift away in thoughts What would it feel like to see your world through your eyes? To know the things you know To see the things you see To feel the things you feel You smile almost all the time But I see the tears no one sees Your looks tell a different tale Your books tell a different tale But now that I see you I see a different tale I find you rather fascinating I’m captivated by your complexity You’ll make a good muse Oh yes, that’s good use! I stare just for a while A little while longer I drink in your aura of wisdom Wise one you are Smart too You get uncomfortable I shouldn’t care But now I do I’ve seen the truth I’ve seen the sadness behind that smile Pretty sad you! I look away And take a bow By Sylvia Chika sylviachika@gmail.com http://sylviachika.blogspot.com/ http://sylviachika.wordpress.com/ https://www.facebook.com/sylviachikablog Twitter:@sylviaoz © 2016 Sylvia Chika

Copyright © Sylvia Chika | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
From time immemorial your story began
A hundred, a thousand, a million years and more
Your story past written a character just one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Each story unique while pieces the same
Today, tomorrow, millennia expended and gone
Your story continues passed first to no last
The tale of you bleeds into all

Through love and hate, laughter and death
Minutes and seconds grew to decades and days
The story being written you wrote each day
The tale of you bleeds into all

Memories endure through dream and remembrance
Yesterday is gone but tomorrow you live on
Your story yet written a character more than one
The tale of you bleeds into all

Your stories the fires shall never consume
A past, a future, a present goes on
The story you wrote lives forever in your love
The tale of you bleeds into all

Copyright © Steven Fordyce | Year Posted 2013