With the end of days upon them
Nears the time of final battle
In the halls of high Valhalla
Asgard senses its death rattle
In the forest crows the rooster
In the sky the sun does darken
In the cave the hound is howling
To these signs the Aesir harken
Heimdall blows the Gjallarhorn
Dark the rainbow bridge is turning
Vivid lightning cleaves Yggdrasil
Then the central tree is burning
Aesir watch in fascination
See volcanoes spew like fountains
See the heavens splitting open
See the oceans climb the mountains
See the continents convulsing
See the forests burn to ashes
See the sons of Mim awaken
In the fatal lightning flashes
As the winds consume the wasteland
From the south Surtr advances
With his minions tearing corpses
Bright his sword and sharp his lances
Aesir then prepare their weapons
Eyes are clear and arms are steady
The Midgard serpent Jörmungandr
Upon the battle plain is ready
With his heavy hammer Mjolnir
Strides the mighty god of thunder
To do battle with the serpent
And to rend the world asunder
June 30, 2014
N.B. This poem is an Epyllion, a brief narrative poem with a romantic or mythological theme. It is written in trochaic tetrameter, like some of the ancient Eddas.
Ragnarök - Final battle and death of the Aesir
Aesir - The Norse gods
Asgard - one of the Nine Worlds and home of the Aesir
Valhalla - a majestic, enormous hall located in Asgard, ruled over by the chief Norse god Odin
Heimdall - A Norse god who blows his horn to signal the beginning of Ragnarök
Gjallarhorn - Heimdall's horn
Midgard- Middle Earth, or the world of humans
Bifröst - the burning rainbow bridge between Midgard and Asgard
Yggdrasil - The sacred Norse central tree that holds the Nine Worlds
Mim - an Asian renowned for his knowledge and wisdom who has been beheaded. Odin carries around Mím's preserved head and it recites secret knowledge and counsel to him.
Surtr- a fire troll with a flaming sword who sets the world on fire.
Jörmungandr- The world serpent or ouroboros that surrounds the earth and grasps his own tail. When he lets go, the world will end. Jörmungandr's arch-enemy is the god Thor.
Thor - The Norse god of thunder
Mjolnir - Thor's hammer and principal weapon
Copyright © Roy Jerden | Year Posted 2014
Those old memories crash
Like frenzied hurricane waves
Upon our sand and stone beach
Our sacred moment
Where innocent love blossomed
We cast our childhood into the sea
That sweet July night beckons
Two pure spirits from their haven
Phantom lovers illumed before me
Awash in newborn love’s passion
I buried a coal stone in the sands
Promising you diamonds at nightfall
Laughing you covered every stone
In that moment I truly found myself
Under the summer moon I held you
Gifting you the gems alight in the skies
Embracing the lovers faded leaving a kiss
On the spot where I laid it so long ago
…So I could return to you
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
The walls have fallen and the grounds overgrown,
If you’d never been here you might never have known,
The stair that lead nowhere from the cracked ocean deck,
With the waves of the hurricane slowly it’s swept,
The light from her windows once lit up the Atlantic,
From all over they came for that weekend romantic,
To take long evening walks on a moon water beach,
While the laughter spills out and the music would reach,
Stirred in with the breeze creating crisp melodic sound,
In the flash of an instant discover paradise found,
For here moments were shared and each one becomes,
The memories of time in which we’re forever young,
A place to rekindle that once adolescent desire,
Here the poets retreated to compose and inspire,
Now these few crumbling walls are all that remain,
From a night of disaster that devoured in flame,
Now the patrons return their memories cupped in hand,
Hearing ballads of wave from the sea’s ethereal band,
I saw them closing their eyes once again hearing those tunes,
Traveling back to their youth…as they dance in the ruins
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
That is what they said to me
As she climbed the forbidden tree
Some said she'd make it
Some said she'd fall
Some tongues stood still
As she climbed through it all
When she reached the top at last
She found the magic had just past
She climbed down
Without a fight
As people left
Saying they were right
As the leaves began to stir
I stayed there, waiting for her
As people fled
Leaving just us
She came to me
Saying, "It's not lust."
To prove her love, she climbed the tree
So now I know that she loves me
Copyright © Tianna Anhorn | Year Posted 2007
A pursuer at an precocious age,
Instantly able to set the stage.
Unaware of the glare from a piercing stare,
Calculated thoughts and moments planned; the prey would be snared.
Indulging in oratory flights of beautiful language,
Enticed by a venomous tongue the prey languished.
Striking the first note of genuine eloquence,
The Huntress pillaged without rendering an element of forbearance.
The impending execution of the venom ignited an explosion,
That there was an instant expulsion.
From the impending death,
The prey took a long deep breath.
The craving of the Huntress had grown,
The prey subsided with a shuddering moan.
Towered by the Huntress’s shadowing eclipse,
Impetuous feeling the softness of her kiss.
@ Tunisia Torres
Copyright © Nacita Torres | Year Posted 2009
Gentle caresses sweep my skin
with creeping tenderness,
devouring every curve of my body
and feeling its sizzling melt
against your skin.
Your loving gaze enters my soul
striking away all attempts
to keep the padlocked
heart and mind
shuttered from any harm.
Your finger tips tantalize
my womanly form
raising delightful awareness.
You lead my chin towards you
brush your nose and lips
over my face as you slowly
move towards my mouth
then meet, magically.
dynamite through my mind
as we meld together
I become putty in your hands
and you play purposely
mastering your art
knowing it’s your attention
to detail that matters
in loving me.
Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2008
The meadow's radiance gradually dimmed
and evening littered far and wide
it encouraged the unfamiliar
and everything uncertain.
The night accelerated sounds of anticipation
as a thousand strangers loomed
and I thought him to be a foreigner
until he glanced twice
as his smile slightly dropped
astonishment plagued him
Insecurity encompassed me
as I turned away in doubt
betrayed by the numinous...
that often guides my thoughts
He left with lady and child, to merge
With a thousand anticipating strangers
and the northern lights sheltered me
the explosions across the sky
gave satisfaction -to so much expectation
that unexpectedly emerged
Then the night was briefly soundless;
the applause prolonged
as were my duties...by my immersion
and within what felt like only seconds
he was passing,
through a thin pane of glass
all I could yield was a smile,
a smile to the incredulity within his eyes.
Enclosed with the evening...was the meadow,
and the difference was indistinguishable.
Copyright © Angie Mae | Year Posted 2006
The ocean shatters on the banks of my despair
where I stand above the cliffs in mournful yearning there,
amid the thunder and the lightning
that cracks the black of night
I curse the rocks below that took his precious life.
Oh Cannon Lee, Oh Cannon Lee!
my merman of the sea,
so beautiful a creature the world has never seen.
To gaze upon his beauty is to wake up in a dream
and drift forever in those tranquil eyes of green,
those dreamy eyes of my darling Cannon Lee.
I met him on the shore of Evermore
where he lay upon the rocks, his tail torn,
battered by the raging storm, so cold and so forlorn,
dying in the wake of early morn.
I wrapped myself around him, beneath my ermine cape,
and felt his shallow breath upon my tear-stained face
as he took me with a kiss
to his land beneath the sea,
the only place where he could ever live and breathe.
Visions of Atlantis were painted in my mind,
a castle on a cliff where liquid valleys wind
amid the blue and green
and all the shades of light that fall between,
the difference of awake and in a dream.
And in that final hour
his heart began to beat as mine,
and I knew for evermore that I would never find
a love so deep, complete and so divine
as the love that stole my heart, my soul, my mind,
my darling Cannon Lee.
And now I stand upon the cliff of Evermore,
and fall into those dreamy eyes of green once more.
Author: Elaine George
Inspired by: Edgar Allan Poe
Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2006
Forlorn in midnights vastness
Twinkling cousins as patient companions
She covets him
Her blushing glow pacifying the empty night
Descending toward dawn
He will come for her…
Slowly the stars fade out and night dissipates in morning mist
Ocean breezes begin murmuring the promise
Life begins again this new day
He ascends the heavens upon brilliant light
His rending ardor glowing sultry upon her face
Almost becoming one they embrace in chaste love
Only for the moment before she falls away
Mirroring souls caught in a cyclical lovers dance
Reaching out for the other at dawn and dusk
Losing one another time and again
Forlorn within the midday skies
Gentle clouds and albatross as patient company
He yearns for her
His heavy radiance granting the gifts on the new day
Descending towards twilight
She will come for him…
Copyright © Charles Fuller | Year Posted 2007
You'll always be my only,
Your beauty is so much my weakness.
Your smile is usually-
The only reason i end my days in happiness.
Your wonderful figure,
Added on to your spectacular look,
Makes me so eager-
To hold you in my arms...look,
I cannot keep this in my heart,
I can hide it no longer,
Because it really hurts,
As it stays the longer.
I don't think there's any better way,
That i could say this to you,
But i'll say it anyway,
I love you.
Copyright © Benson Langat | Year Posted 2016
In the country of my forefathers,
Economy is friendless and upset,
Politics are sleeping with labour,
Justice is seducing foreign crime,
Poetry is turned on, but it fears,
Traditions keeps history hostage,
Religions are attempting suicide,
Nature is busy biting its tongues,
Fruits are swearing at their trees,
Education shows God axis finger,
Seas gets shallow, graves deepen,
Life confront its first nightmares,
Death is satisfying its final desire,
Future is stinking nothing but lies,
June 13, 2003
By Mohlouoa Ntsasa
Copyright © MOHLOUOA NTSASA | Year Posted 2013
She arrived the year I thought I broke free
From the seductive hold of art and all art-meets
I shunned the temptation
But she broke into my tube
Televising purpose and purple hibiscus
Her first fine flower of an early budding
In an enchanting voice and visage...
And something in me sought to pluck
At the comind of Half of a yellow sun
I trod from La Campaign Tropicana to Jazzhole
To keep a date with a daydream;
Sniffing into all the farflung path of her purple
And there she was,the lady in my tube
I gazed longingly upon a stately sight with a well-
Laid out body structure
That mates so well with her sentence structure
There she was,the ancient child in a haste to change.
Copyright © NWANDO OBIANYOR | Year Posted 2007
Holding to this moment
The perfect fit
My hand in yours
We have this moment
But we can't have more
Our time is short
So savor the now
No room for words
Just silent vows...
Our eyes are locked
He holds my stare
So secure and safe
An answered prayer
Soft touch, smooth skin
Poetic on its own
Like a movie scene
Perfect in its sweetness
Content if I could add
This is all I'd need
If today was all we had
Stained in my mind
I see your heart
You feel my smile
Your thoughts are mine
Both souls refined
Maybe in another life
We will find our way
This one I'll spend
In reminisce of today
I'll look back with gratitude
As you've changed me in ways
I'll say your name when I
In a different timeline
Our story will transcend
But in this life
Our story has to end.
Copyright © Shakeela Kingzley | Year Posted 2013
I LOVE YOU
I compare this love with none;
You are able to keep me happy,
With just telling me I love you
Your touch is neither like nor other;
My heat beat much faster,
When am with you sunshine.
When am near you,
You make me feel alive inside.
You completed me while,
Some pieces were missing in me.
Can’t even go a day,
Without being touch by you,
Without being kissed by you,
Without being with you beautiful,
Having is like having it all in live,
I love you
DEDICATED BY SBUH AKA S.M.S
TO MY ANGEL ZAMOKUHLE MAZIBUKO
Copyright © SIBUSISO NTOMBELA | Year Posted 2012
What's it sell.
Cheap answers, to deep questions
Hope for heaven, and fear of hell
Have morality forced, the mythology?
Divorced! Mob mentality, illegally coursed
Intoxicated fatality, humility, or worse.
An excuse, an explanation, recited, rehearsed.
All it takes is the right pathology
To corrupt the innocent ,
and deflower them first.
The old spider fly Analogy
Meets the old family curse.
~JRT July 9th, 2009
CONSTRUCTIVE FEEDBACK, (pos. or neg.) CRITIQUES, OR ANY SUGGESTIONS
I also enjoy simple lists of words, descriptors of an abstract reaction
describe the feelings or ideas my poem invoked or left in feeling or thought.
Even on word. is better than none. Thank you
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
Decisions - Divisions
No will may stop the wickedest intentions
We are division
In the vacuum
SPACE containing reality
A myopic third dimensional vision
Copyright © Joel Thornton | Year Posted 2014
fat muncher sittin on the couch,
cheetos bag in hand.
an abstract maze of orange
cheesy dots all around him.
still he runs from the ghost
in the punchcard maze.
the nine to five arcadian
horror is what he fears most.
Copyright © nathan martin | Year Posted 2012
An egg’s hatched.
The eagle swoops in search,
For quarry to carry in its pick.
The shell cracks; emerges outwards slowly the chicks.
They shuffle tenderly with cautious steps and flicks.
The eagle smiles post a quick survey.
Finds one shell for both prey;
Poetry Form - Trois Par Huit
Copyright © Nitesh Aggarwal | Year Posted 2010
He stood upon the cliffs awaiting the sunrise
Watching as the last of the moon descended
Anticipating the light meeting the sea
Listening to the waves kissing the shore.
As the tips of light began to reflect
He saw her on the rocks below
Sable hair embracing her shoulders
Skin so pale against the sea washed rocks
He watched as she finger combed her tresses
Humming softly to the morn
A siren song to warm and greet him
Watching, yearning, wanting more.
She must have felt his eyes upon her
Green met fawn linking sea and sky
Caressing, calling, passions rising
Heart beats crashing with the tides
Both knew magic in their souls
Part man, part hawk he spread his wings
On gentle currents down he drifted,
Softly landing on the shore.
But soul mates they could never be
For she was not his kind
Through eyes that glistened with briny tears
She bidden him good life and goodbye
For her world was not of air and sun
Her world was wet and blue
She donned her skin and swam away
As selkie maidens do.
Copyright © Lena Pate | Year Posted 2009
Once upon a fortunate time
I saw a princess that was so sublime.
She was *embellished with the beauty of a Seraph.
Therefore, in her heart, I sowed a seed that would etch a lovely *pyrograph.
That special *calescent egg of divine source
Was implanted to guide the maiden on her predestined course.
Then, as time passed by, the eggshell began to crack.
'Twas a rare bird breakin' through the sack.
And behold! a baby Pheonix.
Oh...there was the babe in love's *matrix!
Right away the little chick began emitting sparks-
Tiny sparklin' flares which left fond marks.
Despite that, as the bird grew, she ignore'
Due to the shyness that was resting in her core.
Thus the foul began to feel *claustrophobic.
So... that was the moment to perform fervor's magic.
Overwhelmed with an ardent vehemence the Pheonix lit on fire,
And, inhaling and exhaling, flames he did respire.
Then, the horizon of the young girl's heart got ablazed.
Suddenly, the lass began to feel amazed.
And right after, a conflagration of passion consumed all resistance,
Thereby leaving peace on the fiery bird's semblance.
Now it was able to soar through the sweetheart's soul.
So the Pheonix accomplished his fate and the damsel her goal--
'Cause she pursued her prince,
And *enamoring him, they lived happily ever after since.
*Pyrogragh-- a design produced by pyrograghy. Pyrograghy is the act of producing drawings
on wood, leather, etc., by using heated tools or a fine flame.
*Calescent-- increasing in warmth; getting hot.
*Matrix-- an enclosure within which something originates or develops; a womb.
*Claustrophobic-- suffering from claustrophobia. Claustrophobia means an abnormal fear of
being enclosed in a confined space.
*Enamor-- inspire with love or delight.
For Sami Al-Khalili's contest
Copyright © Ismael Nieves | Year Posted 2009
She lingers in my dreams
Like a sempiternal sense
Contrive a sense of glamour
Which makes her ineffable
I recall a lissome cynosure
Attributed from a demure
Yet an ingénue as she is
With her mellifluous voice
A pair of chatoyant eyes
Depicts a goddess of a lass
Alas, such a terminally ill soul
Panacea is even back to the wall
A Ten-Word Challenge by Silent One
Using the following words:
Demure, Glamour, Ineffable,
For a "Mystery" Poetry contest
by Nayda Ivette Negron
Copyright © Moon Flower | Year Posted 2016
I look for you within the night.
With tall tale words of wishful flight.
Thy eyes are gazed upon you brightly.
With hopes, and dreams at heart.
I do not believe in Fairy tales, But a yearning in my heart.
I seize to fantasize of unrealistic things.
For my knight in shinning armor has faded with thy dreams.
For when my eyes are open, and reality settles in.
If only you could turn back time, and do it all again.
Copyright © christie mills | Year Posted 2010
Each day claws at my heart ---
Tearing away a layer of it's texture ---
Soon it will be fully exposed ---
Allowing it to feel the embrace of death ---
There will be no horns blowing ---
Nor the sound of angel's wings fluttering ---
I will not see a bright light ---
No tunnel will I travel down ---
Harps will not welcome me ---
Yet I feel, I will not enter Hell's inferno ---
Possibly, the most I can hope for is eternal rest ---
Away from the things that made my life unhappy ---
Safe from the claws that ravaged my heart ---
Going into the vacum of complete tranquility.
Note: This poem is dedicated to Charles Darwin
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2010
Distant You Were In Tortured Dreams
*Even My Imagination Won’t Let Us Entwine*
Your Eyes Spoke Miles of Unavoidable Truths
*Honesty That Should Only Exist in Reality*
Every Night I Loved, Every Day I Lost
*When Will This Ache End?*
You Took Away My Rest and Left Me Exhausted
By Your Commitment to Haunt Me
*At Last Illusions Evolve to My Hearts Contentment*
From the Touch of Hands
Now Those Nights Could Never Cause Resentment
Copyright © Emma Hughes | Year Posted 2010
and snake oiled gleaming
That day of grey Tuesday was remediously teeming
or tragedy-eyed streaming
Girls Gone Wilderness,
two sopping wet cupfuls
I opened, then poured some number of n-tuples
We were one o’ those
tooth pick olive,
and lemon twisted couples
Copyright © Benjamin Amsden | Year Posted 2011