Best Casts Poems
When Dark Lust, Casts Its Gleaming Eyes On You And Me
When tears are sharp daggers that pierce a wounded heart
when within midnight terrors, this spirit staggers
ghastly beasts dine upon freshly torn body parts
as tragic love's flings its many poisonous darts.
When piercing cries, through moonlit night's echoing ring
when savage monsters, dance around rot and decay
as dead roses, their wafting aroma burns and stings
ghoulish monsters laugh, crown themselves as golden kings.
When dying moans, within blacken, deep bloody pits
when unholy hell, its gifts this world celebrates
are measures of life, and the dangers of deep hate
such is fodder for evil's grasp, at Hell's first gate.
When heart burns, with its embraced dark and wicked glee.
When dark lust, casts its gleaming eyes on you and me.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-17-2020
Darken Sonnet, ( A Look Into The True Darkness That Reigns On Earth )
Note: Composed as a prelude to the getting into the creative spirit
of the start of my writing of my Part Two of my Poe poem titled,
"The Hero, Raven, Poe And First Encounter, Part One" ,..
Categories:
casts, art, creation, dark, deep,
Form:
Sonnet
Saying her name
is a passionate verse
every dream is a lifetime
nights apart are a curse
Days are a daze
of stolen kisses shared
under tear stained skies
watercolor memories
Sleep deprived
by a compulsive vigil
senses soon succumb
and I am so lost
Drawn into this bliss
a surreptitious possession
wets natures appetite
and I feast eagerly
In smoldering need
a calling and craving
to touch and to savor
speak and be taken
She casts a spell
her alluring mystery
has decreed surrender
to this Melanesian diva.
Categories:
casts, passion,
Form:
Free verse
I've walked these lonely miles
In spite, of tumultuous trials
Yet, doubt casts a shadow
My strength shall not falter
Though, my life was altered
Yet, doubt casts a shadow
I've held steadfast with courage
Though, times of small discourage
Yet, doubt casts a shadow
I've overcame each affliction
Years of secret addiction
Yet, doubt casts a shadow
I've survived abuse, upon me, inflicted
Encountered the world's truly wicked
Yet, doubt casts a shadow
I've mended the pain of my broken heart
Even, as my life was shattered apart
Yet, doubt casts a shadow
Misery sang, to me, its bitter song
I mustered the will to carry on
Yet, doubt casts a shadow
I can not be broken!
Despite, each hateful word spoken!
Yet, doubt casts a shadow!
I've conquered my demons!
Whilst, my soul was screaming!
Yet, doubt casts a shadow!
I've accepted my transgressions!
Turned, my life, a new direction!
Yet, still, doubt casts its shadow!!
Categories:
casts, change, conflict, emotions, life,
Form:
Ballad
I quest my love from the depths of silenced shadows,
amongst the reclusive dimness…
Where I compose my Soliloquy of Solitude
as I gravitate to a ghostly grimness…
Fortitude I have none, for my hermitic heart
pulsates within its penumbra prison…
I walk these calamitous corridors with the stench
of sulfates that have ruinously risen…
All I seek is you, my love, for you have gone,
and thus I’m trapped in tangled thoughts…
Where rivers of tears sing a sad song,
my lachrymal love tied by katabolic knots…
My hidden heart lays to rest, confined and consumptive,
for many other hearts here weep…
My eyes of devotion become blind,
and Symphony of Sorrows rampageously reap.
April.28.2020
Shadows Poetry
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed 5'th...Thank You
Categories:
casts, hurt, loneliness, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Listen, They cry,
Voters beat the bullies,
Check out the latest shock jock,
Red eyes, pub snacks,
Dodgy hair and drunkenness,
Infected crime and spared avoiding Spam,
Busy wallowing in profundity.
Debating taunt,
Dancing the winnable extreme super yacht,
Having a dreadful across,’ the pod casts’
Randomness the cultural generated thingies.
Swapping the spray,
Got a warm fuzzy parenting,
For an old pair of socks,
Cuddly cowboys.
Artistic collaboration,
Evil culprits documentary,
Mysteries of love,
Listings for the beach,
Gym bunnies.
Futurological into Satan’s mythology,
Turn out walls,
Playing irrationally exuberant.
The fancy bare-naked robots,
Beefcake or cheesecake burglar,
Abduction for a noble cause,
Wonderful gun jokes
Retrieval disappearing.
Reacquainted play poker,
Effective humour,
Jet packs and heavy weight flaming,
Lifetime gifted ideas,
Bonfire night,
Shiny furthering.
A wireless honeymoon,
Non-desirable Commitment.
Daily practiced Motions
Experienced bribery and favoritism,
Dreamt of a Global village.
Categories:
casts, caregiving, devotion, faith, imagination,
Form:
Verse
hidden seeds are sewn
planted inside my poem
cannot hide what’s known
a pattern of strands are shown
cast away truth ~ now your prone
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
casts, corruption, judgement, poets,
Form:
Tanka
Please be loving and supportive of each other. You never know how much time you have or the difference your words and actions will make. A pebble can create ripples that extend far beyond our known reach.
Your beautiful self casts light
By Michelle Morris
20/06/2023
You are beautiful
It extends beyond your face
It's there in your heart
It's there in your soul's grace
You radiate this beauty
It shines from deep inside you
Like a beacon to the Universe
Like a torchlight in the dark
Every smile you give
Every gentle touch
Every kind word
Touches hearts and minds
Like a pebble that creates ripples
That extends beyond our known reach
Your beautiful self casts light
On everyone you meet
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Categories:
casts, beautiful, blessing, inspirational, light,
Form:
Free verse
Pen Wakes, Shakes And Casts Its Darkest Long Frown
When faithful pen, releases not its ink
heaven and stars refuse usual blinks
moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries
poison arrows shoot across wailing skies
Paper cringes in desperate despair,
around weeping edges begins to tear.
At such times, poet's heart fearing such dread
attacks with great zeal complaints in my head
wages war with a soul begging release
while my muse and I ask both to please cease
Pen wakes, shakes and casts its darkest long frown,
cries, "in this circus, you sir, are a clown"!
In this battle, where blood so freely flows
my muse wallows in pity, cries out loud
my power weakens, as mighty pen's grows
will heart this epic loss, thus be so proud
Paper gasping, at pleading so sincere
even I the poet, shed salty tears!
When faithful pen, releases not its ink
heaven and stars refuse usual blinks
moon dims and lets out moaning mournful cries
poison arrows shoot across wailing skies
Paper cringes in desperate despair,
around weeping edges begins to tear.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-07-2019,
Rhyme, ( When Night Brings Darkness To Rhyme )
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Vague Memories Of Slow Fading Melodies
When broken dreams await hard hands of Fate
And willing dark, its powers concentrates
Life slows and diminishes as on cue
All has passed before, nothing is new.
In that wretched place, souls are sliced deep
By horrid nightmares, in disturbing sleep.
This poet's pen often dares to relate
In echoes as if crying for lost mate
With weeping words-tears and resounding moans
Through wide valleys of darker undertones.
In that aching place, epic pains accrue
such is human life, for nothing is new.
As splashed ink soaks onto famished page
One may see injustice, well up with rage
Oft heart's desires stir that miserable soul
To ask for pity's coin to pay the toll.
In that regretful place, black snags abound
Such is dessert to Fate's hungriest hounds.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-09-2019,
Rhyme, ( Does A Poet's Shadow His heart Display)
Note: As the floor fell away and ground opened up.
Sad night turned into racing day. Grounded birds forgot which way is up.
And the pied piper demanded more his pay.......
Calamum, nolui per chartam et poetae core......
Categories:
casts, appreciation, art, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
When the moon casts its silver on the sea
And the cold waves echo their monotone
I remember because you walked with me
Of a time when I didn't walk alone.
I felt the thunder falling from the cliffs
Surround the sand-dunes reaching out to sea.
I will pass through death and then thereafter
Before you walk these paths again with me
Categories:
casts, sad love,
Form:
Rispetto
The Buddha casts no shadow
smugly seated at high noon’s
forever present moment
a ripple-less façade placidly
ignoring its turmoil filled depth
masked in fates saturnine smile
a somber stoic’s silent grin
mocking the wind blown leaves
amused by time’s chaos
plumply sated in his idyll
disconnected from all things
the Buddha casts no shadow
John G. Lawless
©12//23/2018
Categories:
casts, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
The moon casts its silver vault over the ruins of modernity,
Where the souls of conservatives and progressives meet in an endless dance,
Of mistakes and traditions, I find myself carried on the wings of a stream of consciousness,
Contemplating the contradictions that define our ephemeral existence.
The progressive, with his heart of fire, steps forward, without looking back,
Embracing error as an old friend, inventing new paths,
Delving into unexplored abysses, in his eyes each mistake
Is a step towards a bright future, a candle burning in the night of ignorance.
Yet, in his frantic flight, he does not see the ruins left behind,
He does not feel the pain of those who fall in the shadow of his steps.
The conservative, with his heart of stone, stands guard at the gates of the past,
Fiercely defending what once was, in the pale moonlight.
The ruins become sanctuaries, and the mistakes of yore
Are transformed into sacred legends, he looks with reverence
At the remains of a bygone era, seeing in them an eternal beauty,
Untouched by the passage of time, in his eyes any change is a threat.
Thus, a tragic dance is born, in which each new mistake
Of the progressive immediately becomes a relic venerated by the conservative,
It's a symphony of contradictions, a fragile balance
Between momentum and stagnation, between dream and reality.
In this play of shadows and light, each soul
Is trapped in a snare of its own consciousness,
Trying to find meaning in the chaos of the modern world.
And I, a mere observer of this melancholic spectacle,
Let myself be carried by the wave of thoughts, seeking answers
In the silence of the night, perhaps the truth is hidden somewhere
Between the ruins of the past and the promises of the future,
In the heart of each mistake and in the beauty of each tradition.
Perhaps balance is nothing but a dream, an illusion
That disintegrates under the cold light of the moon,
In this divided world, we remain prisoners
Of our own beliefs, navigating among ruins and hopes.
Seeking meaning in the endless flow of consciousness,
And, in the end, perhaps our only solace
Is to admire the ruins under the moonlight,
To find beauty in imperfections and to learn to live with the contradictions that define us.
Categories:
casts, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Luke 3:17
Matthew 3:2
Hebrews 12:29
Nehemiah 9:12
A Flame hath no shadow of its own
For light is pure and blameless
Under this glare secrets art shown
They shine no longer nameless
In the true and holy Light of God
No darkness nor sin doth taint
Pillar of fire, tall and broad
That safely warms His Saints
The burning heart of the zealous
The warming heat of love
Ignite the called to tell us
Of our Father, Savior, and Dove
Our God is a consuming fire
The Spirit, a sweet, fervent heat
The Son, as King, will build a pyre
To separate chaff from wheat
The chaff will all be burned away
The wheat harvested home
For each of us, our choice made
Thank God we could atone
Before God's cup of wrath is poured
Seek Him and that heavenly home
Fire is kind if you've opened loves door
For flame hath no shadow of its own.
Categories:
casts, bible, christian, fire, truth,
Form:
Rhyme
No cloud of doubt is ever cleared
until it is cleared right,
be it in the darkest midday
or most blinding midnight.
Yet the debate rages on and on
deep in the conscience
even of those whose tired tongues
have long been slain by silence.
But the real might of the truth
lies in its own neutral light,
where all in view casts no shadow,
where all is in plain sight!
Categories:
casts, philosophy
Form:
Rhyme
You see, in the silence that surrounds us, it's only our fault that casts shadows on the path,
We've grown used to living for the sake of others, burning like candles in the darkness,
To be present when everyone needs us, steadfast rocks in the storm of the world,
But when we cry out from the depths, who remains to hear the echo of our hearts?
We've learned to stay silent, hiding tears beneath smiles painted on weary faces,
To say "I'm fine", even when the soul is shattered into a thousand silent shards,
Because we don't want to be a burden, a sad story among unfinished tales,
But who thinks of us, who asks if we can still dance on the tightrope?
Who sees the wounds we hide so well, like secret gardens beneath heavy clouds?
Maybe we, too, deserve to be chosen, to be loved without having to fight for love,
You see, it's our fault that we've always put others first, building on sands,
That we've scattered our soul piece by piece, like fallen petals for those who never returned.
And we've been left empty, while we've filled others with love, like a river drying up in the distance,
But who fills us, who gathers the shards on the bitter path of forgetting,
In a world that forgets that hearts are made to beat for themselves, sometimes,
Maybe we, too, deserve to be loved, to be embraced by the sky of hope at dawn.
Categories:
casts, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
Under the summer sky, where the sun casts its rays like a skilled painter,
I find myself in the memory of childhood, where every moment was a story,
And ripe cherries smiled at me from the branches, like ruby jewels,
A branch tapped on my window, whispering that a new moon was secretly born.
Hey, come see how the cherries shine, beautiful jewels on the twig,
I remember how I used to turn them into earrings as a child,
But the desire was too great, and I would quickly eat them, joy in my heart,
Their sweet-tart taste colored my memories in a vibrant, lively hue.
What joy it was to climb the tree, with pockets full and mouth stained red,
When I came down, my mother would look at me and laugh, with kindness in her voice,
"What kind of person is so dirty?" she would say, not with anger, but with love,
And she would wipe me clean, smiling, with a loving scolding that made me laugh.
I remember how she would hang cherries on my hat, like summer trophies,
My eyes would shine as I looked at her, enveloped in the warmth of her gaze,
The same summer, but not like before, calls us again to pick the fruits,
Even if we are no longer children, the taste of cherries remains enticing.
Together with the memories flowing through my veins, I lose myself in the charm of those days,
When time would stop and everything seemed a fairy tale of light and color,
Each cherry carried with it a story, a whisper of summer that will never fade,
And in my soul, childhood finds its place, like an eternal return.
Categories:
casts, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse