Best Broken Arrow Poems
It came and passed, and not a word was spoken
as trills sang sweet from the tongue of the sparrow.
Indifference now, our love was but a token,
my heart’s pierced through with Cupid’s broken arrow.
With morning break I felt the deepest sorrow
and setting sun heard silence, yet unbroken,
then tolling bells left no time more to borrow.
It came and passed, and not a word was spoken.
The cool breeze blew, no cloud in azure heaven,
no voice raised loud atop the rolling barrow,
like yeastless bread our words could never leaven,
as trills sang sweet from the tongue of the sparrow.
So deep our passion grew in early sun rise,
till lost in evening sleep and never woken.
Like snowflakes that melt upon our hands are lies,
indifference now, our love was but a token.
Forever has now come with painful remorse
With night our light is dim, and vision narrow,
as in the dark we fumble to change our course,
my heart’s pierced through with Cupid’s broken arrow.
Long each minute passed in sorrowed memory,
no tears to shed for moments lost forever.
Flamed to ash in naught but burnt black cindery
as, like the day, we’re but a lost endeavor,
…it came and passed.
10/27/2017
No goodbye tears
Tell me it’s a nightmare
Rock away my fears
Because nobody cares
The feelings were so strong
I felt so cold and alone
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Is that really true I wonder than I ponder
A broken arrow
A broken vow
The unseen umbilical chord was cut
Afterwards I knew what was up
Where we kissed and spoke of tomorrow
Places that now bring me only sorrow
Our past and loving memories were shattered
Each precious memory now scattered
Remorse and sorrow fill my days
Now its my time to pray
Still, I wish for the happiness and pleasure
True love I do treasure
I've been a prisoner, can't you see?
Break my chains and set me free.
With me; our friendship has become a part
Of my world now; it has its special place,
Within my being, life, and in my heart,
The Creed
A crested lark rises in to the window
In the bittersweet rendezvous of a vow,
And my fear passes,
For it is in the free fall of our landing,
its chord colliding into the road,
The sweet sovereignty of a caged bird freed.
He is bold, an arulean flame,
The black phoenix with piercing gold eyes,
As to look into the soul of Man, by the
Whisper of his name.
There is a call to port, the sound of muster.
It is not a sledge,
not a call of arms, or clash of titans,
but a brother in arms, and rather,
the confident laugh of a comrade.
He is mighty, a strengthened arm,
The flame of the Red Cross with piercing blue eyes,
As to hear into the word of Man, by the
Mention of his name.
There is gold in the sky, and at our feet.
It is a sledge,
a selection, a broken arrow,
a burned statue, a torched flag.
It is a fallen hero.
There is an ominous sound of defeat, the sound of silence,
It is a sledge,
A call to pay tribute, or to triumph as titans
A beautiful, soldier of arms fallen, and rather,
my might is strengthened.
But my boots are worn,
Of a previous bunk assignment
and its barrack mate,
And my uniform is disheveled
For they were my fathers
And his father’s father of late.
Her tongue is short,
Petty in its manner
as a a cruel schoolgirl’s is to do,
And she is the crisp April tide,
Surging forward with my frame,
In a slumber within the waves of its wake.
For, Liberty, she is resonance, the strength of my voice,
The trinity of its oath with piercing gold eyes,
As to resound the will of Man, by the
Mention of his name.
And the tyrant, like the first rogue of its origin falls,
The metal barricade falls, the rod upon its mortar,
And as the crown falls from its coronate,
The line runs along the narrow corridor of tyranny's exile,
And in all of its combustion,
The sweet sovereignty of freedom reigns of the tyrant defied
And of the uncaged psalm freed, our creed at last,
rising and falling to the air.
For, I am the unfallen, not once that which once was,
-but that which will rise to fight again
for I am the oath of triumph.
There was a king, very Grimm
Who composed verse of the dead in the dim
The dim darkness of evil minds
Brothers of a sort in the black forest
He was in exile and away from the castle walls
He wept for lost loves and lost conquests
He wept for lost brothers and wars, he wept for battles won
His sword became a pen
Day and night, thoughts to clay
He pondered lost hearts and fortunes
Poetic verse captivated the forest creatures
Nobility reciting verse after verse
Of ones darkest desires
The king was a poet
With a broken arrow
No lover to fall under his spell
Darkness devoured
All thoughts that may have been
The Princess of Light
I woke in the dawn, in the mist of nowhere
A prince soon to be king
Came upon my abode
He fell to his knees
I fell in love
We rode together behind castle walls
We battled warriors, we battled love
I died, he fled
His torments haunt him still
King of the poetic darkness
In the gray dawn,
surrounded by prairie,
a lone buffalo.
A symbol of heritage,
it sheds a tear;
Not for the dead,
but the living.
cycles of pitiful emotions
do we know the minds of the hurt and lost
euphoric melancholy for some
a look into the minds of the so called brave
is it criminal or insanity
the broken arrow that wields the bondage of the meek
couragous is none
cross the borders of weekness
and weild your own sword
cut the cord that binds you
and follow none but thy own heart and soal
find your heirophant
She wears her sadness like a sombrero
Others laughing at her expense
Her life resembles a broken arrow
Still soaring in defense
She cooks, cleans and rocks babies
With a loving heart and calming smile
Her spirit defeated by a vicious rabies
A controlled substance in a vial
A colossal balloon destined to be popped
With her dedication it never will
If it were pierced, it couldn't be stopped
A bowling ball tempting a hill
Invisible stilts beneath her high heels
Making difficult her every step
With balance and grace, she turns her wheels
Adding a delightful pep
Her sky blue eyes and gift of gab
Distract others from seeing her Hell
Country chic perfume, just a dab
A pleasant deterring smell
Always on time, accountably prepared
Spreading joy to those around
Falling apart, she comes home bare
Where pain is the only sound
There's nothing left at the end of her day
She survives on crumbs alone
Given others what she didn't have to give away
Humbly satisfied with the seeds she's sewn
The past got a wet way of coming back
to unsettle the present
with haunting future dreams
Who moistened the bed
with such troublesome memories?
There are dark terrors in the night
for the children
of those whose fathers ignited the fright
Colonialism terrorism days
are washing back on the European shores
Time has run out,
there is no safe refuge anymore
Every land that the northern explorers
set sail to wind,
they built forts along the coastline
everywhere their war ships would dock in
Anglo manifesto: the world was theirs to claim —
every land discovered
was stamped with an European name
Greeting the natives with a peace pipe and a gun,
broken arrow friendship treaties
was how the New World was won
Centuries of taking colonial buried treasures
back to their homelands
left flotsam floating on the sea ...
a trailing legacy of perpetual Third World poverty
Cattle prodding the subjugated people
with grazing dreams of freedom,
only made them yearn
to be loosed from their colonial yoke
But their constitution was too weak
to stomach such rich hypocrisy
Therefore they could never break free
Until the winds of time
sent most of the conquerors away,
returning to their own lands permanently
Now the stormy waves of their past sins
have come crashing back on their shores again
New Age terrorism comes
with the waves of refugees now streaming in,
unhinging the doors of democracy
Fear was the face of colonialism terrorism
reflecting off the surface of the seven seas
Horror hollowed the eyes
that witnessed such degradation and misery
Those unclean waves are washing ashore salty tears
from long ago grief foaming years ...
And the human sharks have now followed the bloody trail,
back to the places where the children of the oppressors dwell
As waves of stolen heritage debris
washes upon the European shores
Dirty causality of the dark reality from the past,
can’t clean the wet night terror dreams
that the children of privilege now have
It's the doers that will do something in this world
The past it haunts with a heavy presence those idle souls
they sat back as the future of the next generation is stolen
the calling card boils down to those that breathe fresh air
remembering a quote which held me in thought
That peace was the enemy of memory
the wicked stand confounded framed by deeds
there is a spiritual war taking place backwards moving forward
how far down the ladder do we go before stepping up
hate devours love examining the truth if it were to turn face
respect has lost all communication when fighting this beast
unrepentant it suffers the agony throwing bitterness to the fowl
when it crows it worms its way around sympathy
wicked it claws for acceptance never seeing guilty as justice
it hides with the sloth always seeking but never finding
on the tombstone carved once bitten twice shy
here lies the remains of a broken child
whom sold by actions a nation down the river
The road takes me on
Through meandering mazes
Into mists and hazes
Till the time of dawn
Fiery icicles swarm
As Heaven's haughty torch
Lies on azure porch
With flames to charm
Divine breaths plead
Pink rose-buds to dance
As swallows prance
Little mouths to feed
Drops of divine sorrow
Quench the meadows' thirst
Mighty pillows burst
Doomed to weep and morrow
Locks of green hair
On the hills and dales
Harks to soothing tales
Lion in his lair
Fangs of the Earth rise
While a gaping hole
Devours my soul
As the last ray dies
Water pillars fall
Foaming fast in fury
Ridden by Mercury
As by Devil's call
Lands bereft of lawns
Wind in pain grieves
Rainbow of fallen leaves
Cursing, moaning pawns
Watery fingers hold
Sands' burning breast
Wails a wrathful crest
Secrets to unfold
Ferries drown in a mad witch's frown
Clowns thrust in the Fate's claws
Satan sneers at human flaws
Feathers caught in Persephone's crown
Of the Devils' art
Saw a rotten bow
Broken arrow
Aimed at Heaven's heart
Shrouded trees in a cold clasp
Beaten hard by ferocious hails
Frozen fingers with icy nails
Sting the heart, a cruel asp
A silver crescent, gloomy and dim
The night's coy lantern
And the Hours' urn
Drunk with ashes, filled to brim
Centipede of light
Rusty metal domes
The road still roams
I've run out of might...
She's my Disney princess
She rings my Belle
To remind me I'm more than this Beast
She's my partner in crime
She's the Minnie to my Mickey
She's the Bonnie to my Clyde
She knocks the sense back in me
When I start acting a little Goofy
She makes my life feel like a movie
When I wake up with the Sleeping Beauty
I would've ripped up this story long ago
If she weren't the one reading it to me
Call me Captain Jack n Coke Sparrow
She gave new use to my heart strings
When all I had was a broken arrow
She's my compass and my booty
My companion through the looney
Bin through which they threw me
She makes me shine when I struggle
I dont know how she does it to me
But she enlivens what used to doom me
If this isnt heaven, this is a new me
She's the Snow White light
Waiting at the end of my tunnel
She took my heart off the market
Shes my Genie, my Jasmine, my Raja, and my Carpet
She says please let me step in between you and the abyss
I say yes, please do
She's my Cinderella
And our love story is my MCU
She's the 21st century Hella
Here to answer my death wish
For I was as lonely as Loki
Until she showed me
Whatever Pepper showed Tony.
The tip of a finger, barely touching ulcerated skin
Chamfered ache of reason, or finely balanced whim
Forced through a reality, where spoons become bent
Into the pleasure dome, they inject gaseous cement
Climbing on rope ladders, spiraling around a kite
Wrestling fallen angels, fighting dirty feel them bite
Lost all my inhibitions, its so embarrassing to say
Oscillating and twitching, surreal pictures portray
Sensing victory I keep goofing, running out of time
Finish line is furious, for committing such crimes
Living with rules is for suckers, I’m partial to a kiss
Goalposts keep changing, guess it’s worth the risk
Haphazard directions, circumnavigating the void
I’m delirious anyway, eventually all life is destroyed
Chasing weird dreams, in this semiconscious state
Staring blank at the ceiling, while my agony abates
At last the heavens open, broken arrow was called
O God it’s beautiful, cascading insouciance befalls
Forensics tend to differ, I’ve probably gone insane
Don’t care anymore, cos these drugs numb my pain
Writing Prompt - Ache - Poetry Contest
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24/04/2021
Some sense it
a tipping point being tilted.
You step back
into your mind's eye,
survey the present climate
sensing a dire change,
a new darker wind
stirs your thoughts.
Something went wrong,
something got too damaged.
In the stateless moment
where we were once unified
by the same dream
there is now a lack,
a narrowing of opportunities
for peace and harmony.
What you once loved and honored
is being dismantled,
its parts being carried away
by political gremlins.
The Great Divide is here
it rumbles under our feet
it pollutes the very air we share.
You want to run to the nearest hilltop
and shout:
"broken arrow, broken arrow!"
Alas ears are now blocked
and hearts sundered.
The rocking scale is off kilter
and a torn veil has fallen
from our eyes.
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A collapsed cave houses my curse
Where once stood your altar
Memory haunts me like a headless horse
A broken man with an empty centre
It’s been a decade and some tears
Since forever was lost to the winter
Imprisoned by the cold of commitment fears
The key dangles, but none dare entre
Your grace was the fireplace to my hurt
Your angel wings carried my soul
A ripple of fate tore what we had apart
A shockwave our love couldn’t sail
A dark cloud thunders over my heart
Its reign soaking me in sorrow
Lightning flashes pain at your thought
On my knees like a broken arrow