Best Caving Poems
A black stone with diamonds inside
She shines but you would never know
They hit her but she never falls
They whip her but she never breaks
Speed in her step even though they try to slow her down
Make her fail, just so that they can beat her down
Again and again
But they never get the chance
They tell her she's property
Meant to be owned
Planting plants that their too lazy to grow
In their eyes she's just a cotton-picker
But she knows better than to believe their foolish words
Black as night
But bright as a star
Hard as a diamond
Hard to break
Locked in a concrete box
That's hard to take!
She writes with passion
In the shadows
Hidden from her captures
Writing the truth of her sufferings
Sometimes writing away the reality of her captivity
White clouds surrounding her
Caving in
Watching her every move
So clear but so dark and evil at the same time
She barely wants to move
But she doesn't have a choice
She writes with her heart
Not with her head
Writing is her release
Reading is her consumption
Breathing out then slowly inhaling each and every word
Falling deeper into someone else’s life and wishing it was her own
That’s why she started writing
To create a new reality for herself
Envisioning a world of peace
Released from the cage that she has been confined to
But the cruel world that she has been cursed with by God
Creeps its way up to her neck
Taking hold of any freedom that she had created for herself
In those so few minutes alone
Pulling her from her slumber
Stripping her of her innocents
Marking her with fire
Crippling her into ashes
Making her realize that there is no way out of this alive
She can only pray for that last day to come sooner
The morning sun taking her out of her trans, making her sufferings all the more relevant
Walking deep into the woods we stumbled on an old abandoned place
A white and blue farm house with a wraparound dilapidated porch
Tall grass was overgrown and with many shade trees of oak and birch
Plant pots of dried up and decayed ferns left on the railings in disgrace
The black roof was missing shingles and caving in on one side
The front door a pale worn yellow with a climbing red rosette
I start to feel more anxious as I see a freshly discarded cigarette
We walk up to a large picture window to peek in, all fears aside
We see some old beautiful antiques covered in dust and cob webs
Below the wooden banister staircase is a beautiful tall clock displayed
I feel a chill up my spine as I hear the clock ticking, now feeling afraid
An old worn oriental rug lay under it in faded patterns of muted reds
We decide to try the knob to see if we can get in to explore
As I touched it I felt a shock and heard faint whispers
I quickly let go as my hand started to feel hot and blistered
I tell my friend we need to leave now I think danger may be in store
We walk towards the back and see an old woman weeding a garden bed
She stops what she's doing and turns around to ask us who is there
and starts slowly floating in the air and says to come in for tea if we dare
We quickly turn and start running toward the woods, screaming as we fled
7/13/2020
Contest: Decayed House Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Caving tears in the moonlight's shadow.
I wash the pain of yesterday's wound.
A shade of happiness drifts in the darkness.
I start to breathe in a crowded room.
I run fast, 'til I reach the horizon.
Eyes glare at me, I have nowhere to go.
I screw up all the pain this heart kept.
I'm giving up, I'm tired to blend.
Kneeling down, I summon love.
I searched for love myself, and I failed.
I am broken, impaired, can barely bend.
Bring me to life, where love exists.
Lay down my soul barely naked.
Grasp the thinnest air, I'm suffocating.
Sooner or later the pain will be gone.
The night will soon meet the sunshine.
I see you bent low
Your head in your hands
Tears dropping on the table cloth
The heavy sighs that no one can hear
Fill my ear
Even past the wall
Between eternity and finite time
I hear
I see
Your guardian angel is near
My orders from the throne
To protect you from harm
Physical….spiritual
To guard your steps
Yet...I see you have not walked
For many an hour
You have been glued to that spot
Unmoving
Only knowing that your universe
Is caving in
Forming a black hole
That is sucking in your soul
The decision is mine to make
I have no time to hesitate…
Overstep my bounds?
Or just hover and watch you drown?
The room fills with light
As I materialize
Hiding my wings
Not wanting to shock you
Not in your present state...
But you are too far gone to see
The gun on the table…ready
So, with one hand I touch your face
With the other under your grizzled chin
I make you look up at me….
Your eyes fill with wonder
You blink away the tears
Trying to focus
Trying to grasp the reality of me
Before you have time to question
I close my lips on yours
And breathe into your mouth
The eternal qualities of heaven
Peace, joy, love and light….
A lingering kiss of life
The moment where heaven and earth collide
And I unfold my wings and envelope you
In a cocoon of heavenly wonder
I enfold you
I feel your strength returning
I will not let you fall
I have heard the unspoken call
Of your bleeding heart…
And as you reach your arms around me…
In that moment…I’m gone
Clothing myself with invisibility
Yet…. just as near
Unseen to your mortal eyes
But as real
As the erratic beating of your heart
I hover near
You exhale slowly
Your breath is on my cheek
The light dims
And you open your eyes
Wondering what delirium
Has come over you
Yet there….there in your hand
A token of the encounter
A white feather
That glimmers in the night
Against orders….
I will stand before the throne
And try to find the words to explain
This strange act...
I could not keep back
I had to guard your life
In the only way I knew how
In that unearthly moment in time
I will find the grace to answer
My reward… the look in your eyes
The radiance of your face
The knowing smile that reveals
You are worthy enough
On a dark and hopeless night
To be kissed….
By the lips of an angel
A guardian angel of light
For Skat's Angel Contest
Dear Sir:
I realize you’ve been busy, so I’m sending a letter of distress
Postmarked today, addressing my quality of living
Since the last time we told our life stories
Sewed the seams between our broken dreams and
Seen the world through the eyes of the needle
Tiny and volitional
Since our foggy self-destruction,
Misplaced priorities and miscommunication
On every lonely person’s face, I see my own
Reflected in the spaces between our parallel lines
That should be meeting at Infinity
Please send me a post card when you get there
I want to know what Love looks like
I keep
Doin’ and doin’ and doin’ my thang
Stacking up that green and
Piling on the makeup between each scene
Stealing hearts and pulverizing them with each time
I blink
You know…
All those honest ways of making a living
Collapse into bed every night only to close my eyes
And be haunted by dark thoughts of you
Urgently and Daftly my pen
Spills raven-hued rivers of devotion
Onto this piece of paper
Hoping to soak into you
Dear Sir,
To get to the heart of my request
Open the ocean to me
The dark sea of your deceit
Drown me deeply in your lies and suffocate me with your
Transparent desperate pleas
Dear Sir, cure me of this loneliness
Charge me of suicide and let me crash into you
Kamikaze Lovers
I understand the risk
I'll take my chances
Openly armed and ready for the world
In those intense brown eyes
Stopping my breath and caving in
To see the world so clearly again
Awaiting your response to my confessions
Sincerely,
Me
Today I see how life can
change drastically.
Yesterday I was ready to
Iive my dreams.
But today I'm stuck in
quicksand.
I can't breathe and I'm
suffocating.
It's closing in all around
my heart and soul.
But I see a bright light but
it's going dim right before
me eyes.
I want to trust in the the
light but darkness is
caving in.
Where is everyone?
I'm trying hold on but
each grip I take it crumbles
before me.
Where is my family and
friends?
I'm stuck in quicksand on
a deserted island.
I need shelter from this storm
that's brewing all around me.
I don't want to be in this
God forsaken place but
I can't move.
How can life change so
fast?
If anybody is out there
listening in a faraway land.
If you're there please help
me I can't breathe.
I'm falling fast and the darkness
is drowning up the dim light.
Alexis Y.
2-26-16
When I am completely with myself, immersed in my reflections,
All the day's works are done - mundane and monotonous,
From far away in the past, an endearing picture emerges to me,
Surreal, yet distinctly visible!
A house which was left abruptly with no warning,
A porch where I scattered all my playthings, on splendid summer days,
The huge windows which smelt of drenched khuskhus herbs from its covering to protect from scorching heat,
Frolicking in the orchard full of shady Guava and Mango trees!
Oh! the spectacular garden of my father’s dream!
Chrysanthemums and Dahlias - I could smell the fragrance of the flowers - Roses, encircled with ferns!
The swing - the symbol of my entire childhood,
Of the laughter, the chatter, the admiring friends, the unforgettable scent of Jasmine flowers on the ground!
I decided not to go back! I was afraid the music had stopped, and the colours were lost!
The birdsongs were gone!
I decided not to open the shell and find the coveted pearl!
But the captivating vision doesn't fade away!
The crumbling door creaks open, and only whispers of the blowing wind I hear -
The black and white photographs on the walls unpainted for long, look faded, although the familiar faces are smiling,
A Rosette, immensely treasured once, is left on the floor - for so long nobody cared to pick it up,
The once-valued carvings on the ceiling is caving in, in melancholy.
The lonely, dusty, staircase which was once a refuge for giggling children playing hide-and-seek, has no footprints!
I decided not to go back,
To witness the decays, which break my heart beyond repair.
But I revisit again and again,
My heart takes me there.
For Decaying House Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Withered hands that have lived a thousands lives over,
hold me above the sinister ways that life has tricked me.
A grandfather with the weight of the world on his shoulders,
selfless skin tearing itself off again and again, in my time of need.
A grandmother brimmed with hope in every way,
heart glowing with an overflow of spitfire and mellow ways.
An upbringing of jagged edges and congested endearment.
Whispers from the sincere lips, that all would be okay, I find to be my only escape.
A mother with skeleton keys for fingers and hands, heaviness caving in with each breath taken for me.
A father who I can no longer recognize,picture fading faster than his mind did.
An arising of tattered lies and battered promises.
Arms wrapped in an unusual fashion to conceal me from the world.
Hands playing spiderwebs along my eyes, my only blanket against the turmoil.
Sunlight invading a windowless room of my mind, where my skin can finally speak for itself.
The nurturing of sheltered wounds and cushioned mentality.
Simple notes tipping the atmosphere in melancholic seasons.
The only voices that can soothe a shattered vessel,to sew the barriers of a rib cage back together.
Country rhythms the first to entice a soul, lyrics spiraling out hopeless promises.
The blooming of diverse tunes and rattling pipes.
Arms wrapped in an unusual fashion to conceal me from the world.
Hands playing spiderwebs along my eyes, my only blanket against the turmoil.
Sunlight invading a windowless room of my mind, where my skin can finally speak for itself.
The nurturing of sheltered wounds and cushioned mentality.
The flourishing of knitted flesh and stitched thoughts.
Where were you when i needed you the most?
Where were you when I needed comfort from home?
Clearly it is not anymore
Clearly it is desolate in it's bitter groans
Both mother's have abandoned me I see
Never shall I return to them,
As they feast off of power hungry greed
As I leave, they can claim that self proclaiming deed
The place is rotten, caving in, and dead to me
Bitterness, envy and greed
Even though they don't celebrate Halloween
They still like to play trick or treat
3 days from my birthday, while internally, I bleed
I get nothing from them but hollow seeds
All the more reason for me to pray I never return
As I turn my back from them to leave
They are cut off
No more bs
I cut it down like a twig tree
I pray I don't return,
To this place of misery
The death card shows it's weaves
These bugs keep crawling all over my window
No matter what I do they won't go away
And I wish this eclipse would finally be over
And go from the darkness back to the day
Some kind of animal crawled under my house
He smells like he's been dead for a week
My well is empty we really need some rain
My voice so dry, I can hardly even speak
I wish my wife would hurry back home
How long can it take to go to the store?
She needs to vacuum as soon as she can
Just look at this dirt all over our floor
This house is starting to get too small
The walls feel like they're caving in
I'm gonna have to gain weight pretty soon
Cause I'm really starting to look too thin
There's those bugs again they won't go away
And now they're crawling all over my head
In case you haven't figured it out by now
Just read it again, I'm dead
as I stare into vast emptiness,
somehow, I feel complete.
I go to the forest, for rest.
the sun's rays peak through the leaves.
caving into myself,
the light intrudes my being.
within you’ll find, there is wealth
beyond what we’re perceiving.
gracious for nature’s transience.
stay and observe the stillness.
illuminating my presence,
through conscious awareness.
the river flow takes me along,
as I paint the night of daydreams.
Vivid hues empower muse to song.
blank canvas, I carve moonlit ravines.
written tempos inscribed in my skin.
etched into absence.
Unswayed heart beats not voided to worldly sin,
but bleeds of passion.
America, a breakthrough, an idea, an emancipation,
a beginning, a hard fought war, uncivil, a dream.
America, a balance, not teetering, yes - tottering
on ideals. Ideals that freed slaves and women.
America, when the world was caving in from the East
and West, with bruised and bloody knees, praying.
America, its red white and blue; its stripes and stars.
In its stitches, we recall the mess, the yesterdays.
America, the bold and brave, the steadfast, dreamers.
An experiment, a Republic with enduring life.
America, a melting pot, well-spoken, pilgrims, big shots.
Don’t we have it all…we do…best not to lose it.
America, its flag big and tall, its tiny Southern towns,
its grand ranches and endless sky; its bright cities,
its colorful canyons and mountains, windy plains,
its tumbleweed and cactuses, its Yellowstone cliffs.
America, a playground for visitors, a new world.
It’s the cowboys, Indians, the rich and poor.
A mixed bag of dreamers, trying to make their mark,
allowed more than a buck, getting their butts in gear.
It was Washington’s rejection of a King, an idea of
4 to 8 years, a balance, three cheers, a circle unbroken.
America, blessed, beautiful, sparkling with pride,
sweeping the sidewalks of time, never forgetting
but always moving into the future. Let’s not divide.
Pass on to our children love, warmth, fortitude.
America, change us? America, rearrange us?
America, keep its safety, its dream, its place?
America, let us wave, welcome and behave, be wild,
be spoiled, be a harbor and a chance, hope in God.
veins are craving
like my soul needs saving
my emotions got me caving
i just wanna be here waving
on a wave like no other
but please don’t tell my mother
I hide behind a cover
while her daughter sits and suffers
scared to call it an addiction
cause that’ll put me in a hard position
people will start giving me propositions
like my mind and self control will be in competition
I realize we all out here addicted our vices
all these different fixes be costing different prices
the days pass and my tolerance rises
chasing the high like I’m chasing grand prizes
a grand prize that’s just a temporary reward
one will last long just enough for my problems to be ignored
other ways to be feel better, but those that haven’t explored
need to press a reset button and get my
mind restored
get my head restored and revived
cause I feel my inner self has been deprived
been down for a while, but no choice but to survive
only going up from here , nothing else to do but thrive
thrive in a new direction
my flaws are to be corrected
impossible to be perfected
but In a place I can be tested
tested and improved
the toxicity removed
a better self who I approve
back to the grind & get in my groove.
Haven’t you had a look?
I am such a flawed character in your book.
My mind goes mad as I sit and wait
Drowning in all this fragmented hate.
Believing the truth
While accepting these lies
I’m parlayed,
Inside I hide
Inside I’ve died.
Suppressed in this test
Knowing I am nothing like the rest.
Crippled by pieces, places and parts
Hope deferred kills the heart.
Banging my head against a stone wall
While fighting the maker on this call.
Breathing air drenched in disorder
This is me, your tattered daughter.
Indifference is worse than any type of anger
For when you don’t care life becomes even stranger.
Trying to muster the strength to go on
It’s been so long, what if I am wrong?
Walls are caving inside of me
Longing to be free from this captivity.
The door is open but I have invisible ties
Breathing in the where, what’s and why’s.
I’m holding on to this mustard seed
Or maybe it’s just been stuck on me.
Dreaming dreams of better days
I’m in a maze or just a haze.
Watching the movie but not a partaker
Somebody see her? Somebody wake her!
Being a visionary is somewhat scary
All these scenes slightly vary.
All are contingent on which way I go
Just like a flower that sideway grows.
Which direction is the light?
Where is this nourishment tonight?
Every day is exactly the same
I’m sick of playing this game.
The war is raging as all are asleep
I am just your cynical black sheep.
By: Sabina Nicole
Record ice storms reported in the news.
Multiple car pileups.
Unwary pedestrians fading into sinkholes.
Power lines down, roofs caving in.
God is angry, letting us know
he’s still in control.
No more towers of Babel!
At the tower reaching toward heaven
he confused their language
and scattered them to the ends of the earth.
He who moves mountains with his finger
and sways the ocean with his breath
sends the same message to us.
In frozen punctuation, he shouts
Quit playing God!
I look for the humor in any situation.
Notice the change in lingo.
It’s no longer “Global Warming”
but newly termed “Climate Change.”