Having the peaceful right
On a clear night
Hearing tranquil sounds
Watching the twinkling lights downtown
Not expecting any interruption
From deceitful local corruption
But to my surprise
Someone’s undermined lies
While sitting alone
There was a drone
Flying around
Taking pictures of the ground
As it buzzed
Doing what it does
I stayed still
Could it fire and kill?
After a few seconds
Of doing checking
Seeing nothing there
And I was scared
It did have a heart
And a war it did not start
You see, it is not all right
On a clear night
To bother someone alone
With an invading drone
In fact
It is classified as an attack
Beckoning the response “take that
you neighborly nosey brat”
"I like being alone," she says
Until shes alone laying in bed
wishing that she had a friend
someone to love her until the end
Her friends are out at a party somewhere
getting invited nowadays is rare
she wished they all saw her the way she saw herself
maybe then she would be higher on their shelves
let fire eat your flaming tears
as your world stumbles and falls
landing on your glass shoulders
I want you to know—never
ever—wrap yourself in shame
step out in your wilderness
squint-eyed and confused, I can
umbrella your tears to rain
if you, so choose.
To you, who walks the path alone, In fields of gold where dreams are flown, Your heart glides over the coast with gentle light.
To you, whose eyes reflect the stars, Who heals the world with tender scars, Your voice, a song of hope and grace, Lifts the weary, leaves no trace.
To you, who face each new day, With courage that will never sway, Your strength, a shield against the blazing fire, Keeps the fragile spirit warm.
To you, who loves with all your soul, A river deep, a steady goal, Your love, a bridge across the void, Heals the wounds where pain once toyed.
To you, who dream of brighter skies, With visions clear in hopeful eyes, Your dreams, igniting change, Transforms the world in ways so strange.
To you, who stand when others fall, With open hearts and spirits tall, Your presence, pure and true, In every heart, there's space for you
~~~
Morning has broken,
and I lie awake to greet it.
Lost is the sleep I needed
to face this new day.
The shedding of darkness
has broken the silence
and rain begins to fall
upon an earth reconciled to it.
I am alone in my thoughts
today - and as I expect
I shall always be -
alone in life.
There is no blame
just as there is no changing
what has been before.
There were choices to be made.
Perhaps, resting the eyes,
surrendering to the lullaby of the rain,
will soothe the sullen shell
I have harbored - alone.
Night carried him to me;
longing to stay near
a little while more,
to walk with him,
to feel him within reach.
But the dream ended.
Morning came
and I woke alone.
He has his own life.
People who need him,
laughter and love around him.
I walk alone,
rooms empty, nights quiet,
my heart missing him.
I keep that dream with me…
his hand close to mine,
our hearts threading together
for the smallest of moments.
If the dream must end,
let it end with him close,
two shadows side by side,
a love that lived
though only for a whisper of hours.
Love poems are prayers
both high and low,
even those orisons,
those dark poems we hide
behind closed eyelids
are shared
though we may know it not.
Love poems we consider profane
are sanctified by sincerity.
When we stop imagining
we are tainted saints
on a far pilgrimage to perfection,
then God will also
share our heart and bedroom.
For we are never alone,
and a love poem is a prayer
with lips to kiss.
Unlisted number flying under radar
keeping low profile to avoid undue attention
~ wallflower melts into the background
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Alone with my thoughts
I discover who I am
exploring heretofore hidden
chambers of a neglected soul
Alone traversing the ocean’s shore
I debate the shifting tides of life
Vicissitudes too subtle to detect, trapped
in the traumas of family life
Alone at holiday time
grateful for a reprieve
from endless sniping sessions
I take the pulse of the season, and find myself!!
Alone, preparing to die
Miserable wretch, I
Nightmare Truths
She hides the truth in nightmare screams,
Refusing to voice fevered dreams,
As moon bent shadows climb the wall,
To bring more demons to her hall.
Those who know her will see no tears,
She locks them away—shows no fears,
Fights her scars in silence alone,
Growing harder her heart of stone.
With God all things are possible.'
Vodka smiles up
from a glass.
Paint me in a garden chair
with nothing in it,
but the swing of white trousers.
Where are my friends,
my wife,
children, grandchildren?
A fat creamy dog licks my toes.
All who ever claimed to know of me
are right here
on the rim of this glass
as the ice slowly melts –
some cling to a slice of lime
that can no longer support them.
The day lengthens,
a shadow returns,
peddling pantomimes
I watch behind heavily curtained lids,
recollect nothing, remember everything,
until a calling moon chimes out.
The dawn will arrive with a dew
as fresh as tears.
2025 Poetry Marathon Mile 16 Contest //Sponsored by: Mark Toney
Contest Judged: 9/18/2025 6:26:00 PM
( 7th Place )
Written: September 12, 2025
She walked through nights no one noticed
feet heavy, heart heavier.
The silence of the world felt overwhelming.
as if kindness had disappeared.
Then, without warning
someone reached for her...
steady, warm, unexpected.
The road behind her remained,
but she could finally move forward.
For nights she had slipped alone
masking grief with pale smiles
hiding pieces of herself -
that no stranger would ever see.
Her legs ached,
her body protested
and still she whispered:
"this journey is mine alone."
She found a quiet strength,
somewhere along the way.
As she moved forward,
she held one quiet truth:
even when the night is long,
even in the darkest times...
kindness finds its path.
A simple act of care can break through
the darkness,
and the light of a new day comes,
no matter how long the night.
When she finally stops,
she lifts her face to the sun
and carries one truth:
between falling and standing,
she found him...
and the light he gave her
will walk with her forever.
Angry voices from the kitchen
Trading bitter accusations,
The sound of a palm hitting face,
Endless hateful exclamations.
I held you tight against my chest,
You felt the pain I tried to hide,
My tears that soaked your small brown head
Have left some stains now they have dried.
When there was none to cling on to,
I held on to your stubby hands,
As I--to drown the guilt and shame--
I drifted off to distant lands.
Somehow though I was young and frail,
Afraid, alone, and not so wise
I found some comfort and some strength
When I looked in your button eyes.
In that dark corner long ago
When sun, moon, stars all lost their shine
It was so cold but you gave warmth,
Your knitted body pressed with mine.
Mind's minute mirage may muffle,
But biding by blinding brings burns.
Severely she'll sunder, so scuffle,
'Til tomorrow, tomorrow turns.
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