Best Cavern Poems
Darker than the Cavern, No Relief
Darker
than the Cavern
opening gate into Hell,
the lost Souls, dead nights
with such unimaginable delights.
They seek mercy
where none can be had
an ending never found,
lost forever deep underground.
No Altar
to burn incense
a dark pit into agony lie,
caverns , dark and deep to cry.
Moans
that wail in
pleas unfulfilled,
repentance was never willed.
Dark city
Hades in action
forever gifting torment,
upon those lost in banishment.
No sleep
just louder cries
hideous sorrowful wails
where forgiveness forever fails.
Robert J. Lindley, 09-27-2014
Note: I woke this morning from a dream of the
underworld. David's passing was on my mind last
night and this dream shouted out a warning to me.
Too late, too late is a terrible place to be...
On a hot summer day in the hills
I went underground searching for thrills
Fifty Eight degrees year around
In the darkness, enlightenment was found
Down here is where it all began
Unearthed bones of earlier man
A small stream is what's left of the ocean
Hands of time, run in slow motion
Crystalline icicle looking stalactites
Meet and greet, ever growing stalagmites
Multicolored water drips like rain
To formations of colors with no name
The albino blind salamander commands
Sun starved creatures on diamond dust sands
And drip stones silently grow
Resident bats freely come and go
Ever changing pillars support a vaulted ceiling
Convenient and aesthetically appealing
Father Time spins his potter's wheel
His masterpiece is patiently revealed
Occasionally Mother Earth gets jealous
Becomes a tad bit overzealous
Withholding minerals he needs
He chisels sandstone as he slowly breathes
I think to myself, how ironic
This old cave drinks a mineral tonic
In human vanity, it's time we fear
Hence the beauty of millions of years
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Cavern
Inside the darkest cavern
An amazing skylight shining in
Frosty white grotto
Glacial incarceration
Diamond daggers hang
Deep cave under falls.
Stalactite rhythm echoes
From eons of drips.
Inspired by Raul's Rhythm of the Falls
The echoes reverberate, bouncing off distant walls like little rubber balls
Until they slowly conjugate into a meaning that’s leaning towards sanity
Dripping with profanity, as it slides inside my mind with its insidious intent
Hell bent on creating distress, as the shadows begin to coalesce into solid form
They transform, through shapes shifting and sounds drifting, it comes into place
Those words I could not erase, feelings rushing and pushing, like an angry crowd
Smothering like a shroud, drowning in the waters of guilt, in this cavern I’ve built
Racing through this barrenness, this construction of my own destruction
Adding excess to my distress, with heart hammering, nerves clamoring, I go on
The conclusion long forgone, beyond realization and revelation it hides in the dark
The great white shark, that’s calling for this morsel that’s falling into open jaws
No time for pause, the acid eating from within, formed from sin and consuming all
On this painful fall, through darkened caves and freezing waves of deep revulsion
Causing juddering convulsion, lying on the rock floor, breathing no more, dying alone
Esfahan beckons, a hot shining light so painfully bright on delicate balls
Scant remaining seconds are all it takes, no more mistakes can we afford
Crawling toward the sweet luminosity, through harsh viscosity on bleeding knees
Becoming Japanese, remembering all the obligation and dedication that it portends
On wings it transcends, that cloying coil and breaking toil to find a sparkle of peace
The hope of release stretches like a coiled snake with shining wake before the eyes
With absolute cries, all light disappear as he appeared and existence slowly died
You are my cavern,
I am your deep blue ocean,
Ebb and surge with me.
(c) 2015 PJ Bayliss
I, the stalagmite
You’re the stalactite, and I
Waiting you to fall
A dark cavern
Womb of cavern
Dark and mysterious
Like the dark days of war or a dark secret
Stinking droplets of water coated the roof
Stained with blood the dull walls
Cries and agonies crashed to the ground
Heart of cavern
Longs for gentle wind
Like playing a melodious flute tryst with red lips
Once she shiver in delight and draped a shawl around her sculpt shoulders
She shimmered and unveiled when the dusky light came from the mouth of cavern
Soul of cavern
A kind beast
Luring love
And a hope of light piercing through
A dark cavern
Gaze inside this darkened cavern
Random thoughts dripping aimlessly
Slithering down its dank walls
Searching for acceptance yet finding none
Hidden now within this facade
Images dressed for the world to see
The real me bound and shackled
Thrown naked and yearning
Upon a satiny bed of unfulfilled desires
Tightly held by heavy chains
Binding my deepest thoughts
Longing to breathe, taste and be set free
But all I am is forbidden
Within this oh so very polite society
My yearnings vile or unspeakable
Forbidden in this hall of mirrors
Where masks are acceptable
And the truth is denied
Welcome to the cavern of my mind
The Cavern Within
In a cavern so deep, no sound to be real
Peering into the darkness, fear so surreal
Curiosity somehow drives you to the unreal
First step into the abyss, of what may revile
Darkness envelopes, looking beyond the light
Each careful step, one slip, lost within a twilight
Exploring ever deeper, your eyes fighting for sight
Feeling the dampness, cold gripping with all might
Deep blackness, echoing each sound
Each droplet, some strange ultrasound
Unfamiliar fear gripping, so profound
Courage in you, hoping can be found
Ever so deep, the blackness within the slope
Your only lifeline, gripping a one and only rope
The further the depth, more you reach and grope
Where all of your courage and fears envelope
Dark columns of granite
Soaring into the black
Like trees of unmeasured size
Deep under this planet
Deep with in a crack
Exists the caverns of cries
They echo with torment
Of one million souls
A cacophony of pain and hate
Spirits twisted and bent
Are hidden in holes
Behind a burning grate
The ground is littered
With filthy old bones
And those that walk are dead
Evil so embittered
Emit terrible moans
Filling the brave with dread
The cavern of cries is home
To all those wounded souls
Who have tasted loves bitter drink
Forever they will roam
In their darkened holes
No longer of the light they think
Of love you must beware
It’s not all that it seems
I can come to take your soul
So you must utter a prayer
When loves light gleams
Or end life in this deep hole
Once we were bodies,
shining beings,
under sunshine...
We are now shadows,
from the dark cave
of solitude...
Salvation of hollow-burrow, spaceful for life,
hiding and appearing engaged that day.
Seven Sleepers, unwanted companions,
pardoners, neither demigod-cyborg nor god.
Peaceful in retreat of folding nocturnal-diurnal.
Contemplation bleached the sinners,
restraining lust, abstinence for circular bell tolls.
The Cavern's Sleepers,
Sophia of hibernation,
tapa Barata.
Gleaming ice stallactites
Cover crystal cavern walls
Ready in a moments time
To protect and break and fall
Deep in the black in the back of the cave
The beast lies await in slumber
She always sleeps with one eye open
For those who come, will come in numbers
The frost begins to melt
For the first of warm spring days
As seasons change and roles reverse
She is the predator, not the prey