Best Brocken Poems
Struck down
powerless with astonishment
as the Brocken spectre took its shape
Forming one shadow breathing out
from the misted oceans
A fierce bitter wind whispers
curling cries around the mountain
howling suffering tunes
Where an odd sound echos strangely
three times striking the spine with ice trembles
Then the crunch of lightening suddenly strikes this note
darkness causes uneasy feelings
when the shield of light is blinding
to the lost yet to be found wanting
Opposite the sun enormous magnified shadows
begging to be seen casting lots
upon the surfaces of clouds opposite
one head crowned figure emerges
surrounded by glowing halo-like rings
the formation of glory rises
from within shaping destiny
Where rings of coloured light appear
directly opposite the sun
when sunlight finally meets a cloud
of uniformly-sized water droplets
refreshing the misted vision held bathed
Days of poet motivate calm compassion.
Sheer injustice evident—every turnpike
manned by soldiers’ wild unfamiliar passion
planned around harsh Strike.
Summonsed lamb to slaughter, but still respecting
burning bush—obedience lit by daydream,
Ares now advance with his pride, suspecting
alter in regime.
Bending truth to suit the occasion’s essence,
whispers coil in shadows of veiled renitence.
Glow of waters lap at the swirling valence.
Ebbing of sentience.
Psappho wept—her dream has dispersed as token.
Rose-fingered moon’s face will exceed all starlight.*
Silence now descends tableau muffled, Brocken
Spectre of moonlight.
Goethe’s Emissary
Mephisto-Hereistoo
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Faust on the Brocken summit
Go our own sweet way for show.
Walpurgis Nacht’s spirit of perversity
Mephistophelian
Time now for your eternal soul
The Evil One’s sitting in a fiery glow.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
May 19, 2015 (Double Dactyl)
Remember the time that we used to see,
All the things that we thought we could be,
The dreams which once felt too bright,
Yet the sun came without the light,
The winter rain,
Falling from the heaven,
Wished the time to seize,
When we were eleven,
The age we barely know,
Yet we feel it in the winter snow,
The moments keep flashing in front of me,
Because I know it’s not the place I want to be,
Rather a place I thought I’d like,
Yet the pain was unbearable the first time it strike,
The moon too is hiding from its shadow,
Like a bird alone singing in the meadow,
With no one noticing,
No one hearing,
But living in the world which has lost its caring,
Saw a boy playing with stones,
He must be five or seven,
Then I thought of us being eleven,
No worry for tomorrow,
No Brocken hearts,
No falling in love,
No failing charts,
Then came a voice,
Screaming from the sky,
‘Life’s hard, life’s dumb, but at the end it all die’,
Childhood is the place I want to be,
It’s the simple truth,
That no one see,
People act so wise,
They pretend what they can never be,
Yet I want to go back when I was eleven,
And spend some time,
Living in the world,
Which is thousand miles away,
Because there’s no way,
I could stay,
Ladder on ladder,
Step by step,
WHAT A TIME IT WAS!!!
When we were in prep,
The rain came without the clouds,
I wondered a lot how that could be,
With all the things bestowed upon me,
Yet I want to be eleven again,
Wish I could walk again to that lane,
Lane which was so simple to cross,
Now it’s difficult,
It can’t be decided with a toss,
I remember that time,
That we used to see,
All those places that we want to be,
Those toffee cravings,
Those toys rack,
Those fantasies,
I wish,
To them I could go back.
Hey to everyone who has ever loved
the Guy i trusted and i loved lied to me and
pretended to trust me while he would whisper
sweet little things only just for one thing this is not fair
Why did he lie if the truth was not right how could this be
this just upsets me and i can't think no more its so hard to
think and how do i feel u ask me now that we don't got nothing to do with
eachother how could u do this i loved u so much the love i had
for u will never be gone the trust in u is now so far
away all i want u to know is
How Do u Fell Now That Am Gone ?
Poets often loose their groove
When entities dearest to them cease to be
when their natural instinct
to think wayward
fades away
and the remedy for artistic loss is unheard off
Life loses its jazz thereof
I was at cross roads some times back
on a pilgrimage on horse back
as told of by Robert frost
We play with words and bake love
but are we to also have the cake
we affix novels on single scripts
but are our conquest worth a headline
We decode the language of love
to those alien to mammalian emotions
find meaning to each ripple
of the saline seas of a humane pupil
I had my third eye plugged out
My endowment, my gift, my artistic touch, my woman
the whole subscription, cut off
She wasn't your average Cinderella
no, she was rocked in blue jeans
nothing close to a face portrait
she barely graced any make up
her face undefiled
Her scent sweat and pure passion
Lips of a new born, only hardened
Buy the equatorial rays of the suns glare
She was an endorsement of true beauty
at the threat of double standards
this century swor to alianate
Took just a stare
Fate on two feet
To heal a brocken pen
People drink rum
And act dumb
Just for a spank in a bum
Those are the ones that make me feel numb
They say love does not exist
Check the Brocken hearted in their list
Because they are still missed
By those their love they dismissed
Look what they have done to the society
Now people just wanna date
Because their partners intensions are not straight
As a result they think cohabiting is great
Some hearts are fenced and
Such hearts have been broken because they’ve
Subscribed to true love and in our days no men
Submit to true love for they are afraid of being victims
Love is overrated
Lovers know that this is not true yet
Lust is confused with love because
Liars seduces others in the name of love
In love there are no victims because
Love does not rejoice over wrong doing
And it bears all things
To mutually benefit its partakers
Eve took an advantage of love and
Heave all her offspring to mistrust
Naïve I’ve been labeled because I still
Believe in true love.
Sitting in the corner taking in the scene
Observing and making sense of
The clearer picture from what I see
Putting pieces to where they fit
Coping everything oh what a gift
People they just take you and leave
You in Brocken bits
Who will stand and help for rights
My dear load our holy ghost
The plan stands still so remember this
For your purpose was not my gift
Nor was it the reason for how things is
Be yourself see you for who you are
Come out from the dark
Stand and make ya mark
Be on the inside shine and charge
Never let go trust the voice you know
Forever is here because forevers never go
Reaching out it hits me
Life's like a drive on a bumpy road
The tears are falling staining my cheeks all these feelings have been building up for weeks
I am over my head I am drowning in my torts all I am doing is building up walls but are
they to keep people out or are they to stop me escaping my self ?
I cant get away no matter how hard I try really I just want to curl up and die
I am struggling to breath I am hurting in side all I do to my self is lie the darkness is
creeping over my head I feel it coming but still I do nothing .
how will I cope if I have no light to see to guide me to inspire me to show me the real me
I feel like I am on a ledge and I am going to fall will I survive and deal or will I be gone?
I cant take much more I need to be free can I do it or is it the end for me?
I am screaming I am on my knees begging please some body any body help me and set
me free so I can be the old me I wish I could leave my head and throw it away I cant stand
my own company each and every day
I try and keep the bad things at bay yet even they seem to creep in like the tide sneaking
into shore the silence is scary but the whispers float in like mist under a door no way to keep
them out they fill my head with despair and doubt I lay down on the ground and curl into a
ball I scream and I yell till I cant hear them no more I still lay there Brocken hearted and
worn till I see the brake or dawn my eyes burning my hands trembling I am frightened and
alone till you come and save me and bring me safely home .
Look at me I’m solid
No, I’m Brocken
Look at me I’m laughing
I’m crying
When you know your wrong there’s noting left
Sometimes I sit around waiting
twiddling thumbs as
changes are taking
If I tripped would you stumble?
Let me drag you down
If I ran would you follow?
Hold my hand
The bigger they are the harder they fall
Well don’t you know I’m tall
Baby don’t you know I’m tall
Outside lives a girl with a smile that will brighten up the room, inside hides a girl with a
Brocken heart. Yet no one will ever see the pain hidden behind that confined teenage girl.
Living each day feeling alone, feeling like it's her against the world. Pain, hurt, and misery all
mixed into one. The loneness creeps onto her like the shadow of a foggy night. Delusion
creeps into the comfort of her lonely soul, giving her no delight. She feels hopeless, scared,
and alone. With no one there to tell her it will be alright. Her heart filled with anger and
sadness that will never go away. On the outside lives a girl with only one option, which is to
Pray!
Hi ky to me myself n I its me
I have a series of issues non stop i need help to charge before I fade my energy is empty but my determination hangs on I've run out of trust and commitment to hand out I need to do wat needs to be done witch way wat first let's play u cen be the judge im the victmin in chains not beads the true crims set loose to run and rule all beings for some of us still human for the lunch hurt is when theyll set us free
I think I do have multiple claims I will win not put to blame:( coz its we whom need to be heard not hurt so if you cen help please take my pain I face it'll b gratefull n well appreciated no more options opinions not heard they say im dead in away that thy put thru there heards inside that burns I feel my hurt I can't cry no more the pain inside to great for my old body too function or work my family all Brocken the boulder where my heart sits. Cracks n splits a mountain of dirt left were it had crumbled to bits my rocks all spread out too heavy to lift my strength becames oh weaker my body can't move along or shift like my smile I can't wear for there is no real meaning they don't stop nor do they ever leave became my shadow's always chasing me with fear I never feared seen I was me so my freedoms under lock n key seen the key for my immunity of inner strength hided safe with my loved ones protected from harm but despite that fact they tryed to completely ruined me destroying my humbleness bringing out my crazy bees I'm weakened at my knees inside my heart I freeze dripping all my love forever let me free plz take a moment for a meaning hear wat I've spoken let it be known for my life has found its reason lost myself in the words I lived thru life how to survive keep ya head held high not with force but with all your pride read an endless storie just by looking in my eyes knowing for my meaning for the reason I stayed alive without knowing without hoping to long left here I'm deprived off all things i lived coz it was right not because I lived it or just coz as a child I survived.©kylie finlay
The face of an angle reflect in the mirror.
With wise eyes that can see a smart mind
With a big heart that can feel a warm spot
A real touch that can feel the death of a rose
Is that really me ? do i really look this way ?
I am beautiful
I am strong
I make mistakes i am wrong
I fear this mirror that i see
This big mirror infront of me
With a hard punch, the mirror cracks
Pain and brocken smiles reflect back
I dont except this feeling
This pain inside, theres no healing
Bloody nuckles and soft wet tears
Mirror mirror dont look at me
Struck down powerless with astonishment
as the Brocken spectre took its shape
forming one shadow breathing out
from the misted oceans a fierce bitter wind whispers
curling cries around the mountain howling suffering
Where an odd sound echos strangely
three times striking the spine with ice trembles
Then the crunch of lightening suddenly strikes this note
darkness causes uneasy feelings
when the shield of light is blinding
to the lost yet to be found wanting
opposite the sun enormous magnified shadows
begging to be seen casting lots upon the surfaces of clouds opposite
one head crowned figure emerges surrounded by glowing halo-like rings
the formation of glory rises from within shaping destiny
Where rings of coloured light appear directly opposite the sun
when sunlight finally meets a cloud uniformly-sized
water droplets refresh the misted vision held bathed
.
cursing and swearing
with a mouthful of burnt toast
I put my foot to the floor
but it's no use
it's raining
both headlights are brocken
an indicators missing
and the wipers don't work
"START DAMN IT, START", I scream
turning the key
dressed in my cleanest dirty shirt
ketchup on the sleeve
old faded green tie
and a freshly wrinkled pair of pants
I see Mr Rogers sitting on the front porch
all the buttons on his shirt are missing
exposing his fat belly and ripped shorts
he smokes a cigarette
and yells at the kids
who run about the yard screaming
I keep turning the key
but it's no use I'm late for work
I've spent five years working for the company
long hours, migraine headaches, stomach ulcers
no shift allowance or medical coverage
and now this
short-term contracts and a cut in pay
suddenly the engine starts
I back onto the street
and slowly drive away
Mr Rogers stands up scratches his crotch
then gives me the finger and yells
"Have a Nice Day"
*penned by
Scarecrow Joe