Best Cloak Poems
It's like a black cloak around our world bringing misery and death
Virologists are saying " you ain't seen nothing yet"
If only our leaders would look back, at how these viruses thrive
They'd have got answers in history books and many would still be alive.
It will soon be the norm for families each and everyday
To attend funerals of loved ones who have passed away
And while adults pay their respects and kneel down to pray
Children will get bored and around the tombstones they'll play.
Every country takes action their way and will not be told
If they follow the W.H.O. 's advice more would live to be old
But it's far too late now covid - 19 is thriving
While we fight the virus with emphasis on surviving.
Don't mix with others and steer well clear of the crowd
Or it might be you that will be covered with a shroud
To increase your chance of survival, ruthless you've got to be
Even keeping a safe distance from your own family.
Crime is now rife there's profiteering and panic buying
Not enough is being done and the death toll is rising
Some impliment soft measures that seem quite funny
They don't care about you it's all about the money.
We all need to take care singing from the same hymn sheet
Or it won't be too long before the army's on the street
People will get mean and desperate in order to thrive
Pushing aside the weak and vulnerable who'll struggle to survive.
Our health workers pushed to the limit administering care
While the selfish among us strip supermarket shelves bare
But others are doing good things for their fellow man
No one knows if they'll get ill so do good deeds while you can.
Written 21st March 2020.
Categories:
cloak, death, evil, goodbye, grief,
Form:
Rhyme
The heart pulsates with times I remember
So pained to my soul you have become
My eyes see cold ashes without ember
As tomorrow fades from view, I succumb
Buried lonely inside, where silent tears flow
Love seems fleeting, carried by a sad wind
While it glides beyond farthest reach I know
And claims the untraveled distance within
As nights begin to merge like flowing rain
To pelt the fogged window of my glass heart
I'll melt into the darkness balled in pain
Then rip out the reasons where footprints start
They'll be no yesterday's in a black sky
Only bright stars retreating as I cry
Frederic Parker
9/25/14
Categories:
cloak, emotions,
Form:
Sonnet
Sonnet Doubles:
First sonnet
Let Truth Burn Away Your Deceptive Cloak
Let truth burn away your deceptive cloak
lower vanity's shield, go have a smoke,
even if, a diamond, in love's gold crown
life shows greater rise, after falling down!
In vanity's false, self-proclaimed state
live many victims of their own dark hate,
darkness, its power holds so many keys
to locks and chains, stopping those who would flee!
Look inward to devilish chains of hate
beg mercy and tempt not, a darker fate,
seek the moment, to let kindness prevail
cross joyous oceans under, pure white sails!
Black cloud that holds, your happy life at bay
Is but selfish sin, you have given sway!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2019
Sonnet, ( Living in this dark world, one should seek waiting light )
2nd sonnet
When Night Comes, Be Not Afraid Of Its Dark
When dawn sends rays of hope into your life
allow its golden glow, to wipe away strife
rise to give deep thanks and bow head to pray
seize its power to keep dark world at bay!
When new day, brings a stormy afternoon
believe brighter times will be coming soon
hitch your horse to wagon and give free reign
to trod to heart's true desire and remain!
When night comes, be not afraid of its dark
although new scenes may be scarily stark
have faith that again com'eth morn's first rays
blessings sent to all who sincerely prays!
Fear apathy that oft birth newfound woes
And world's black lies that cry-- anything goes!
Robert J. Lindley, 11-20-2019
Sonnets Doubles,
( Words On Faith, Hope And Truth- And World's Dark Course )
Categories:
cloak, art, deep, encouraging, endurance,
Form:
Sonnet
Who actually put you in charge
Of telling others what they should do
In your passive aggressive manner
When others don’t share your view
It’s all light hearted fun you profess
Though that is not the case
It’s about you feeling superior
Putting others in their place
You speak about anti bullying
Which is really quite the joke
As you yourself are a bully
Behind a mask and cloak
You have your band of merry men
Who are of the same mentality
Who come out from the wood work
To form your gang of bullies
You are a wolf in sheeps clothing
If I see it ….I’m sure others do
Just mind your own business
“That is my point of view”!!
Categories:
cloak, anti bullying, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
When you fall into slumber on the pavement
Or
When you wake up at another's
Prevent me from suffocating
In the heat of delight
Delight cant be real
when your behind it all
Because its you behind it all
Or slip into the light
fish me some rainbows
That fade when you bring it back
Because i live in the dark
I live in the dark
Don't take your murderer for granted
-Title quote by Albert Einstein
Categories:
cloak, angstme,
Form:
Blank verse
Manannan’s cloak
Protecting us with his magical mist
Draped around our beautiful Island
19th March 2015
*Manannan's cloak is a mythical shroud of mist that Manannan would throw over the island to shroud us from our enemies in times of trouble
Categories:
cloak, beauty, nature,
Form:
Free verse
Loneliness is the cloak worn on the door
by the wooden porch steps
that hang like shadows from the house that cried
paint flakes drip from the sill of a shattered window
like falling tears
that come from the weathered whispers of emptiness
which has torn its heart out for years
the roof has fallen in various places
leaving its walls exposed to the wind and rain
ravaging its once held beauty
of an oak staircase with a hand carved rosette
the sun shines now on its mold invested lost days
not the once lush garden of ferns boardered by flowers
that always bloomed near the stone path
once a house of life
where the living were held in comfort...now
no one is concerned for its care
its a garbage dump from those passing by
their trash has eaten out its soul over time
a sad reminder of the circle of life
7/17/20
contest Decaying House
sponsor Constance La France
Categories:
cloak, care, house, sad,
Form:
Free verse
A wizened boy who lived at seventy-two Oak
Relaxed in his tub with a lemon salt soak
Ate a curly pretzel, downed a harsh throat coke
An honest child who sprang from truthful folk
Dressed himself in a red and yellow super hero cloak
Flew around New York City watching for dangerous smoke
News of his heroism quickly readily broke
Giving some fame to this truthful do-gooder bloke
He saved a young girl who was having a choke
Convinced a teenager to give up a maryjane smoke
Chanted a spell pretty difficult to invoke
Created a talking frog who never could croak
If you meet this wizened boy at seventy-two Oak
Tell him his cousin Moke wants to give him a poke
This is a true story, in absolutely no way a joke
Now that I have shared it, I will go have a soak.
Categories:
cloak, 1st grade, 2nd grade,
Form:
Monorhyme
The cloak of Night suppresses sounds;
all, but the faint beat of my heart.
Zoning out of reality,
I shelter in Night's quietude.
Muting the Day's cacophony,
the cloak of Night suppresses sounds.
And allows me to sort my thoughts,
without the annoyance of noise.
When Chaos rings inside my head:
distractions echo through my mind.
The cloak of Night suppresses sounds,
city life, tethered to the day.
Stepping outside of the moment,
my mind disengages with time.
For at the fringes of quiet,
the cloak of Night suppresses sounds.
Categories:
cloak, anxiety, city, image, silence,
Form:
Quatern
As Deep Darkness Its Rabid Cloak Around Me Spread
As deep darkness its rabid cloak around me spread
Dark shadows raced to their images thus display
They that were so bleach white, those old skeletal dead
Thought to play with me and have their damnable way
Yet, my father had in fighting taught me so well
My valiant heart had strength, vigor and valor too
Yes, I had been cast into the devils unholy hell
But this amateur lad, had some fine grand tricks new.
No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.
There in seething darkness, fear's breath began to blow
Short greenish puffs that transformed into savage beasts
With wicked claws and fierce red eyes that did so glow
And their own gold table lay human head for their feast
In the distant corner lay a long gold hilted sword
In a quick flash it was mine in my eager hand
Then newest beast spoke, come on I am growing bored
Lets kill this old weak flesh and go ravage across his land.
No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.
With that I quickly lunged forward and off came its head
And its huge body collapsed into a hairy mess
Next the far lesser beasts for dear mercy each then plead
And even the smaller ones their wicked sins confess
Only beast left, a three headed snake with poison tails
And I could easily hear its deep cast dark curses said
All began with evil prayers beseeching dark lord of hell
And next came the hateful cries of the murderous dead.
No fighting soul can win if faith is not in its brave head.
.........
Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme, dark
Pary One, 9-12-2023
Categories:
cloak, art, creation, dark, deep,
Form:
Rhyme
The Cloak
The cloak of darkness gathers ancient woes
from yesterdays, unveiling broken dreams.
Reality now threadbare, heaven knows
each day a silhouette with altered seams.
Emotion’s ragged pockets lost in years,
a masquerade of changes, pain’s design
with patches intertwined amongst the fears
of voyage weaving shadows unbenign.
Though darkened, tattered edges filled mirage
while fickle time continued dancing thread,
that haunted past in vivid decoupage
became too small to wear when angels led.
Today, the cloak remains within the chest
where feathered, treasured moments came to rest.
Categories:
cloak, life,
Form:
Sonnet
Walking on the moonlit path of the strand,
My footsteps found their way upon the sand
While contemplating the note you left for me
I heard the sea calling, "Come to me.
Come to me."
Tempting notion, the moon frowned from high
Waves washed over my feet, should I live or die?
Moon hid somber eyes behind a thick black cloud.
It donned a shadowed cloak, a mourning shroud.
What is left when the zest has been grated?
Sour remnants of memories, those now hated.
Bitter pith which no one would want to taste.
Decayed and adulterated love, gone to waste.
Forthcoming was my fate; a decision to befall.
Waves crashed in summoning call, "Come to me.
Come to me."
Categories:
cloak, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
she wore that same faded yellow
the cloak of October I called it
of the dying and the fading away
cheeks like willow trees, hollow
jagged gasps, cutting
the warmth of memory
eyes holding the blankness
of infertility
as if life had fallen into dormancy
beyond conception
she would lift bony hands
trying to capture the living
in a frail grasp
but time was drowning,
slipping deeper into sleep
sinking beneath consciousness
and breath labored
across chest's deepening valley
to settle like leaves
in Autumn silence...
Categories:
cloak, deathautumn,
Form:
Free verse
Man
Mask Motives
Under The Cloak.
Frightening Ability To Conceal
As The Pharisees did !
chipepo lwele
Categories:
cloak, confusion, loss, people,
Form:
Cinquain
The singer sang from beyond the grave,*
Or in his grave, to be true.
His voice reached up to the architrave
And vibrated in every pew.
The vicar called on the choir to sing
As loud as loud they could.
But the voice had an even louder ring
Sending quivers down the rood.
Oh Lord, they sang, oh mighty God,
Gloria in excelsis deo.
But the singer sang of life’s hard rod
And of Hell's undying blow.
The women looked up the pillars tall,
While big-eyed children cried.
The singer had them in his thrall,
But was not to be descried.
The vicar read his sermon out,
As if proclaiming from the mount.
The singer responded with a voice so stout,
He sang of fear’s rich fount.
The congregation lost relation
To the good man’s godly word.
They stood in helpless trepidation,
Their souls so far disturbed.
The church’s doors swung open wide,
To a cascade of chattering leaves;
The screams and panic and terror inside
Shook the church to its very eaves.
And then, oh then, oh horror pure,
The spectre appeared at the door.
His bloodied hair, his sombre allure,
Chilled the living to the core.
The vicar clutched up bible and ran
Through a hidden door to the side,
The singer opened his cloak like a fan
And wrapped all the children inside.
The women bemoaned this cruellest loss,
They wailed to the crucified Christ.
But bound and weak and nailed as he was,
There was nothing he could do.
* This Poem should be read in conjunction with 'The Pauper's Grave'
Categories:
cloak, adventure, death, fantasywomen, voice,
Form:
Ballad