Best Caved Poems
As this week closes into hours of pewter night
may the moonlight touch your lips while
I sleep in the arms of dreams unrefined.
Though I may not be with you
on misty evenings caved by my pride,
but think of me as I send you this
whispering sigh
of an embrace feathered by the sky...
I humble myself in your presence not,
but,
wait for me to disrobe this façade,
while you can, then…
Remember days like other days
when the roof of blank shades begin
to unwrap this cloistered body
hidden in a pile of sawdust
still reeling like a glistened dragonfly.
The light bulbs of time's avenues are streaked
with marquees of a name
where the lattice of my wishes
climb into a garden of your moistened eyes so green.
Enter the 100 in a ROW contest #2 Contest
Sponsor: PD Linda 7/6/2016
Categories:
caved, how i feel, time,
Form:
Light Verse
Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places,
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly flames
and rumble rise regurgitates
shimmy - shake shudders
in magma's deep thrombosis.
Her feather boa plume
tightens hot cloud chokehold,
acrid smoke flung up in air
without a care, heat exhumes
her arrival, announced fiery flounce -
Hot air blast flicks ash everywhere
Grande dame, her vital force runs hot,
and bold, red and gold- full blooded flow,
feisty fight to escape fate,
inner pulses push a violent urge
to bleed and drape red lava's cape
across green fields, human habitations
Unplacated, rising up, proud impairment
anger virulent, out of hellbent
immolation via pyramidal vent.
She lifts her tiara, red ruby globs,
hurls evidence in defense - great blobs
of royal reign - no abdication!
Throaty roars rend intonation
into screeching supplications -
She knows full well, soon enough,
her phoenix fate infarction
Too late for earth's burst heart
High drama is a living, dying art
Impassioned pleas too late for some,
Earth's burnout buries victims in her wake
High on an island hill,
the boy lay crushed, and still
on temple altar, throat cut, bled out
Hurried offering, did not appease,
nor bring softening release
for angry, ancient mountain
Head caved in by falling blocks
of measured, square cut stone,
the priest grovelled on his knees
Gravel filled their mouths, no space for pleas
No one heard half- whispered final groans
And Earth, once she settled down,
murmured not another sound
Posted 17/08/2018.
Categories:
caved, natural disasters,
Form:
Alliteration
Silk wading thru wistfully warm sea waters,
my dreaming fingers have lingered to potter
with ocean surface, sun sparkled glitters.
My poetic pieces have gone full twitter
in charmed waters of crystal clear rarity
where I felt God's love soothe life's severity.
Slowly easing into ocean powered waves,
my playful moods have seriously caved
from forceful, salt stinging, brutal wave smacks.
My body has ached sea bruised, blue and black.
Rough seas crudely taught me joy may survive
despite waves of fright that savagely arrive.
Now, reaching the end planks on my journey's pier
and viewing my twilight's approach so clear,
it's past sunshine glitters that most sustain
these concluding sea views for my earthly gain.
Yet, I know without crass waves that abused,
wading joys would not have peaked this enthused.
Categories:
caved, joy, life, sea, self,
Form:
Rhyme
Tears do Fall
...a sad sonnet...
My tears do fall as they cowardly crawl
To rivers of disbelief with banks of grief
My heart a slaving stall building the wall
The love I seek near windows bane belief
In distant dormant dwells my heart repels
Admits the darkness hides my tearful tides
Loves empty wells with superstitious spells
Where sorrow divides the banished brides
For a silence slaved stands a soul depraved
In a desolate domain where demons deign
A captive caved within a mind that’s mazed
Of a vaulted vain amongst a drowning drain
Will the tears bathe my final grassy grave?
As they nail and engrave will my spirit save?
May.18.2018
NO 440 ANY FORM, ANY THEME
UP TO MAX OF 20 LINES
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Categories:
caved, first love, lost love,
Form:
Sonnet
I heard the birds sing, felt when the breeze blew
for you as sunburst sky flushed your face in hue.
How adorable you were to me you had no clue,
if only you knew.
After the morose night in your garden I found me,
how brightly I’d sparkled like the pearl of ecstasy,
being on patina of your luring rose a drop of dew,
if only you knew.
From the eternity I borrowed the time we’d shared,
like blazing sunset sky my yearning in reverie flared.
How keen I was to see the day my dream came true,
if only you knew.
In blue firmament of your eyes my fervor had flown
to the charming nest I’d built to become our own.
How fondly I sheltered my memory as storm blew,
if only you knew.
Sound of your voice rippled the silence of longing,
filled with melody the void of my lonesome being.
How complete I became when you made me new,
if only you knew.
When drifting on the trail of melting mirage you left,
like dry sands of caved-in dune I felt deserted bereft.
How sadly my unsaid words ‘I need you’ I heard rue,
if only you knew.
When your essence remained within me as a shadow,
fused with the darkness of abyss of my heart hollow,
how many candles my love had lighted there for you,
if only you knew.
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August : 25, 2019
For A Brian Strand Rime Contest
Categories:
caved, dream, emotions, love,
Form:
Rhyme
Where did the time Go?
“Mom I think my finger’s falling off”
Not to worry I’ll be there in a second.
“Mom I think the roof caved in”
Get under the bed for now, I’m on the phone.
“Mom, Sister’s on the roof”
Sooooo?
“Mom, the house behind us is on fire”
Bring them a bucket; I’m drying my hair.
“Mom, there’s a black spider on my wall”
He’ll keep; I’m watching Days of Our Lives.
“Mom, the paper boy’s collecting”
I don’t have $2. I’ll be at the bank.
“Mom, there’s a policeman at the door”
Get Daddy. Now.
“Mom, I’m married with kids”
Where was I?
For Colette from Mama
Mother’s Day 2013
Categories:
caved, mother daughter, mothers day,
Form:
When you said to me,
"Climb up here, It's pollution free."
Sacred. Safe.
Your rarefied air.
Calculating, you seemed so free.
Safeguard. Sage.
I said I could breathe...
Underrated your density.
Saintly. Sane.
High-minded insight.
When anticipated terror
denuded me,
cool rarefied air
regulated insanity,
far gone fear.
I will breathe
in your rarefied air.
Let it burn brisk
in brittle, brave lungs.
Gasp and grasp
life's flame, full flare.
Lunge for high notions,
those far-flung schemes.
I will breathe in
High mind's smoke,
hung in air-
that ghostly stroke of genius,
rare token in disguise
Well spoken word flurries
whipping away thin guise.
Floating crown
adrift on high.
I will breathe in
Your rarefied air,
because I listened to you.
"Clamber up, high!
Unfazed view will circle you,
miles on end surround you.
No going around the bend.
Nowhere else to go.
No zig zag escape.
No spike in pressure.
No deep depression.
No bad atmosphere.
No stabbing shove.
No push or pull on edge.
Just your pledge to breathe.
To move in one direction.
Forever. Mentally "together."
Stay in good shape."
I will breathe out.
Your rarefied thoughts
congeal life's force,
slows down blood flow.
Till body gloved heart
faintly, faintly glows...
Concealed fire's torch,
caved embers die down.
Stripped artfully apart,
Your rarefied airs
blanket my mind in snow.
13/10/2018. Purely fiction. On the pros and cons of mentorship. "Higher" education is not necessarily a good thing. Learning lessons are.
Categories:
caved, education, identity, mentor,
Form:
Alliteration
~
Heavy in the wind,
was sound of a phrase-
Rhett Butler's curse word ~
blew open the door
to eminent change
~
The dialogue
withstood critics
who could not keep
that door bolted ~
A strong wind ~ ~
swept away ~
old values
Filth caved
in the
door
~ ~
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For Judy Kono's Contest: "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn"
8/29/13
Categories:
caved, spoken word, words,
Form:
Diminished Hexaverse
8/3/18
Life is not just about being world renowned
Or wearing a crown
Currently lost instead of found
In your eyes, I can see the pain, right now
Get rid of that frown
Gain ground
Turn your life around
Hold it down
Don't be a clown
Unless you want to drown
Not too late to rebound
Make your mom proud
She deserves to be feeling up in the clouds
If only more people went to the pound for a hound
To put it bluntly
I'd be lucky
To find someone that loves me
In a world that can be so cold and ugly
Thinking somebody would care
Looking around everywhere
And never seeing anyone there
Torment and despair
You got to be aware that life will never be fair
It's something that needs to be put into the air
Too bad if it's more than you can bear
Don't be scared
Get prepared
To reach beyond the top of the stairs
So start earning your share
Since everything experiences eventual wear
Got yet another itch
Which is getting rich
It's time to take some risks
Use your gifts
Keep your wits
About you, and watch your six
Because life is full of tricks
And can be hit and miss
Don't call it quits
Persist and have your spirit uplift
If you really want to get your fix
Watch out because you might get more than you wished
Before life starts to fade
And ending up in a grave
Be brave
Turn the page
Make a change
Regardless of it feeling strange
Soon enough paths are paved
If you gave your all and never caved
By: Dalton Ogletree
Categories:
caved, deep, perspective, poetry, rap,
Form:
Rhyme
Love surrounds us…though people take it for granite
Oh, but we’re unaware of it! We’re ignorant of it at times of tribulation
Vibrant, vermillion roses float in the swaying wind, like feathers, passing me by with a smile and a friendly wave
Everyone is embracing hate instead of love, embracing havoc instead of peace – WHERE IS THE LOVE?
I am longing to feel like I belong! The church bells repeats its penitent bells
Saddened by the fact that I’m trapped in my comfort zone of callous night…I want to be unchained from this solitary cave…but no angels tread the road that I’m currently on unfortunately
Hate rips my heart apart and throws it in the heartless fire…love is invisible like a caved in treasure
Ashamed because I always wanted to find avarice-devouring love, restoring joy to my absent-of-vanity verse
Rain descends like the sunset as my spirit ascends like the sunrise above the disconsolate clouds
Drenched in heartfelt relief…of experiencing love on another level – I’ll bring back to life my faith towards You once more
Tattered by heart’s wistful thumping…replace my heart with beauty’s caress and harmony, for I’m desperately in need of a savior
Owned by hatred, the monster that appears in my nightmares, the vile leader of rancorous wolves…
Fly away from the darkness that made you drink in desolation and devastation
Isolated by bliss and joy – overflowing with lamentation
Never able to find a mixture of serenity and exaltation…maybe I’ll find it in the forest’s quietude
Destined to unlock my heart’s desire…however, love is hard to find, for I’m a hopeless, romantic boy, foolish in love and frankly…blind!
Categories:
caved, grief, longing, lost, love,
Form:
Acrostic
In a world of folly I was lost
Material yearnings caved in on me
Succumbed to a life worn out in the frost
Oblivious to what outcome may be
Blinded by emotions that felt quite right
Yet something seemed missing inside
The pathway appeared sank from sight
In my heart, emptiness slowly reside
It took some time before I awaken
Looking round to find a familiar face
There He stood, never was I forsaken
Upon me, a strange quietude He placed
In search of direction, my spirit roam
With you my Lord, I found back my home
31 March 2018
Categories:
caved, change, faith, god, life,
Form:
Sonnet
I was delighted to hear the birds sing as the breeze blew
across the sunburst sky flushing your face in hue.
How adorable you were to me I could have shown,
if I were your love you would have known.
After the morose night in your garden I found me,
sparkled brightly like the blooming flower of ecstasy.
On your luring rose as a drop of dew I could have grown,
if I were your love you would have known.
From the eternity I borrowed the time we shared,
like the blazing sunset sky my yearning in reverie flared.
How keen I was to see the day on dream I had flown,
if I were your love you would have known.
In the blue firmament of your eyes my fervor flew
to the charming nest I had built for us new.
How fondly I sheltered my desire as the storm had blown,
if I were your love you would have known.
Your voice created music in the silence of longing,
filled with melody the void of my lonesome being.
How complete I could become as you made me your own,
if I were your love you would have known.
When drifting on the trail of melting mirage you left,
like the dry sands of caved-in dune I felt deserted bereft.
I could hear how sadly my unsaid words ‘I need you’ moan,
if I were your love you would have known.
When your essence remained as a shadow within me,
fused with the darkness of abyss in my feeling I could see.
How many candles I had lighted there for you alone,
if I were your love you would have known.
Categories:
caved, love,
Form:
Rhyme
My father didn’t cry until my brother did.
It was the final good-bye between three men, who are all told that they are not the type of people to cry because they are not me or her.
Don’t cry they plead to themselves.
Don’t show this emotion.
My little brother was the first to give in to the nature,
The first to show who he truly is,
The first to not only weep as a father left but also start a movement between every man that knows not to cry.
Soon after my father caved.
The tears of a man who hasn’t cried even when he landed upside down on the motorcycle track was sobbing holding his son so hard begging he won’t have to let go.
In his mind he is screaming at himself not to go
To Not leave his boy,
The boy who was brought into this world by him and was now being left behind.
Last to cry was my big brother.
As he went into the embrace, I remember thinking to myself how dead his flower must be as he never waters it.
For after all a flower cannot grow without water
Even if that water is the tears of two breaking brothers and a leaving father.
My father then held us as we all wept,
My brothers and me,
My dad and my mum.
We Wept for the past and the future,
For us and for them
For the flowers that can’t be watered
And for the flowers that are dead.
Categories:
caved, 10th grade, boy, brother,
Form:
Free verse
Life’s not like it used to be
my world’s caved in.
I am a vacuum, a hollow vessel
hopeless in attempts to bend and flex.
The shape of things is crushed.
Deformity replaces beauty and
I am cast off with others
ill-fated as myself.
Dumped into a droning darkness
many, some half some whole
speak clanking their way to someplace.
Empty and loud.
What can a dented can hope for?
To be undented again?
Filled with the fluids of laughter or pain?
I think not.
But see the light that peeks through slits.
A new place, brightness, movement
and soon, dear diary, I’ll have a major change
to sleek, aluminum foil.
1/9/18
CRUSHED Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
Categories:
caved, change, life,
Form:
Free verse
Do I Still Dream
dreams !
do i still dream?
not without tears in my big brown watered eyes
not without a blindside heavy blacked heart
and not without thinking I've lost
the best years of my life
that I never had
what a waste of time
to cry over time that
has been stolen
but it is my time
and
I soak the time away
in my own tears of
lost unknown could
have been moments
and I push it back
and it pushes up over
my cracked
soul
moving up over my head
inching slowly
seconds by slow second
stretching over my pined shoulders
on its way to crushing my chest
with all my freaked out fears
till I'm caved over in some
out in out mind dance
and tears are raining
all over my feet
that if my chest wasn't in the way!
and I thing
what the hell
I am great
at least in my
could have been dreams
and maybe someday
someone will know
it too
maybe it will someday be you
Categories:
caved, abuse, age, community, desire,
Form: