Best Come After Poems
All those that I have loved before
and the ones that will come after
would never have those eyes
Oh those eyes the moon of night
those smiling eyes that do not shine
yet glow with comfort in my life
His unforgotten cheeks
a musky scent of blown gardenias
treaded softly in my sleep
His Spring-kissed skin
The fresh sweet taste of last aquatic dew
which poured and reached
my soul within
Without demand I think of him
And whoever said that men
can never smell like flowers
and whoever said that men
can never taste like rain
Those are the ones who never
stretched their arms as far
as to behold the one
and whisper out his name.
Listen my children and ye shall hear,
A tale to make ye quake with fear.
'Tis a scarey tale I tell ye no lie,
Of a man who was told he had to die,
For a crime he committed in the dead of night,
And each Hallows Eve he returns to the site,
Where his body was hung on an old Oak tree.
Steer clear of the place or he'll come after thee.
He searches for them who hung him there,
'Thout proof save the voice of the golden hair.
'Twas she who belied his whereabouts,
So he searches for her within and without;
So if ye be fair with hair of gold,
He'll carry ye off where it's dark and cold.
Keep ye by the hearth on All Hallows Eve.
Now I've said my piece and be takin' my leave.
I go by myself walking
I hear myself talking;
Then as I deliberate
On the direction of fate
That leaves me so anxious
With illusions atrocious
Invading my privacy
With the blight of absurdity.
They come there unbidden
Like troubles forbidden;
Showing their faces
In my secret places;
Peevish and fractious
Mindless and anxious
Blighting the laughter
With deeds that come after.
Trying to taunt me
To follow and haunt me.
In my mind they come festering
In my ears they are pestering
That my enemies are treacherous
My friends are ominous
And my life is dangerous.
The calamitous confusions
Bring perfidious allusions
Deceptions so diabolical
Fears that are comical
And all these do vex me
With nightmares to perplex me
While Satan sits amused
Knowing I am confused.
My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.
I want to leave myself behind,
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.
Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.
A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity.
As long as I live, so will she.
I want that,
when it's my turn to go.
there was a time when we used to be beautiful
we were used to smile, ran atleast 2 miles
we were used to create images of many mysterious objects
we all were once child,
play and smile without any panic for a while
this is a tendency
that everything which is born is due to die
as even water is due to dry
the birds which fly
will one day fall and die
the plants which were once green
become shrink and fly
yet they also die
this life is only a test
your time will come after a little rest
you will be buried in a grave
and will become a dust
we all were once used to be child
so kissed us on our forhead
as we re bound to go to a world
a world full of fairies, full of joy
yet this is something which isn t confirmed
one day we all shall be resurrected
will stand infront of our God
there will be two different sights
the heaven which give joys
and the hell which frights
that day we shall remember all our frauds
as that day only one power will rule
that shall be of God
if you don t believe it than you re a fool
we re once used to be child
so don t be afraid of tomorrow's sight
just believe in God
do good deeds
as the time has started us to feed
so don t be afraid of death
as it is bound to come
either early or later
and there shall be a day
when your name will totally fade away
watch me!
oh, watch me dance!
al these months I have waited
twisting in the wind with the others
clasping tight
doing my work
helping to feed The One
creating sustenance to give
from the air and rain and sunlight
how diligent I have been!
my ribs strengthening
veins surging
with their life-giving fluid
singing with the other Little Ones
when the breeze tickled us
yes, I've waited
the wait (and work) has been blithe
but, oh, so much MORE joyous
is The Dance!
the work is complete
the One is fed for the winter
the way made for those that come after
now is Autumn
now we dance, joy!
now we dance and die!
oh, do not fear for me, I am bliss!
the dance is everything!
the dance is our end, yes
but oh, such a sublime end it IS!
to bounce and float and drift!
to spin and dive and soar, resplendent!
to show my bright colors to the earth and sky!
is there any farewell more wonderful?
is there any requiem as exquisite?
just ONE dance
but, oh, how divine it is!
no other dance is like mine - none!
none of my kind will drift as I do ...
we each have our own time
we each have our own sway
each of us, a grand danse de la mort!
and it is perfection!
oh, to inhabit the wind with such color!
to dance such a death, divine ...
such a wondrous celebration
of the new life to come ...
with Springtide!
* SECOND PLACE in the "Autumn Colors" Poetry Contest, Nayda Ivette Negron, Sponsor. *
* FOURTH PLACE in the "Blowing In the Wind Poetry Contest", Nicola Byrne, Sponsor & Judge. *
What bad luck it was to be born in this land.
A countless number of knights have stood to take a stand.
Yes, through the years, there have been very large hordes.
They all come after me with their armour and swords.
At least one guy living in that castle is a liar.
It is not true that I abduct damsels and breathe fire.
With my long green tail covered with scales,
I have been the subject of some lousy fairy tales.
There is not one solitary moment I can have for my own.
Why don’t these chivalrous clowns just leave me alone?
Personification of a dragon
How strange this thought alive tonight,
My own recollection, birthed and taken wing;
How beautiful in flight...
How strange, I think:
A broken heart makes no sound
Soft or loud to fill the air...
Sheds not one drop of sweet red blood;
Strange..this hard jawed pain
The most mortal wound inbred
Does not kill...does not strike the body dead.
Not for the privilege of life
Nor the nectar of surcease
Are we thrown back into the arms of the living;
A deserted bride standing bitter stiff
At the bottom of an endless stairway
Dressed in designer rags...
Holding close a handful of tear wet rice...
The cheap promise of vows taken twice
Beneath a canopy of flowers
Torn from the earth...
But these flowers gift no fragrance
Or soothe the lies above the dirt.
How strange, this farewell to laughter
In the pale silver fullness
Of time allowed
To the end of innocence
To the end of time
And the end of questions...
How strange these thoughts alive tonight
Some bitter measure of relief in practiced comfort
Still suffice for those who do not look too closely
Into Autumn's promise - however - forever given
That Winter will not linger
In stark affection
For some un-numbered night without a name.
And stronger souls than I
Will guard my life
Under deathly cold, impartial snow...
How strange,
To Occupy this singular place
Of living thought fragile as spider lace...
Standing alone on a side walkway
Leading to a cold and silent house
Still waiting for me to come home.
How strange, to Occupy the pain
Of the bloody footprints
Leading away;
How strange these thoughts alive tonight
Of what was my own
Hard earned safe Haven...
Supposedly, for ever..and beyond forever
For all those beloved to come after the Promise..
The Promises I made...but could not keep.
How strange...
An empty house can cry
The same dark tears as stronger souls
Will try to hide...
How strange.
In life there will always be hardships that causes much trouble and pain. But
always remember that the sunshine will always come after the rain. We suffer
from so many probblems,but everything will be alright. If you can endure through
the darkness,until everything comes to the light. Our futures are very
uncertain,but still there's no reason to fear. Because if your'e afraid of a
challenge,it causes more pain and despair. Sometimes we get hurt in
relationships by family as well as friends. But still we should never hold
grudges,it's all about making amends. Whenever your heart has been
broken,and your'e been misguided by love. You must seek your guidance and
shelter from high in the heavens above. See nothing in life is forever,which
means you can never depend. On thinking that someone will be there,because
people will change like the wind. We set ourselves up for these failures,our focus
on god is the key. Because there is on one who is blind as the one who refuses
to see. The lord is my great inspiration,he gives me the proper insight. I make
him my sun in the daytime,as well as my star in the night. With him I can cover
the potholes that dwell in the depths of my lawn. Because surely the most
darkest hour will come but it's right before the dawn.
i've always been the one to walk away first.
always kept my heart locked down deep.
i was always the one the boys wanted to wife,
and always the one girl to never want anyone.
i'm always the one to latch on to one.
Always the one to build a home in others.
do you understand what it means
to need someone so tenderly?
so forcefully and demanding.
i'm too harsh for my own heart.
i don't give myself a real chance
to be something truly great.
i thought finding warmth
in the empty holes of your heart
was how real love was meant be.
i thought the holes were there to be filled.
but your trenches are just warnings
to all new lovers lost in your eyes.
and the hollow words i mistook for real love.
what happened to our future?
was it ever really ours?
did you know all along
it would be yours alone?
who will come after me?
do you ever think about if this is forever?
was the last kiss really the last?
was the last fight it?
what if the last time
was the last time to say those words
that will destroy me til the end?
and don't ask my how my day is going.
it is the same as the week and the month.
any time without you isn't really time at all.
is this the last time i will have to say "i'm sorry"?
i shouldn't have made you my home.
but i just cannot believe
that we won't do the same things
we did just a month ago.
and i still take your back roads
when i get my morning coffee,
even though i always get lost.
sometimes i cry the whole car ride, alone.
and when i am getting wasted,
you better bet i'm on the best stuff,
because i know how much you'd love it.
to see me doing fine on my own.
i always want to make you proud
even if you aren't happy with me.
is this the last time to say those words?
the ones' that took all i had to offer.
maybe to you is it.
i'm always the one to walk away first
but babe you were different.
and i'm not quite sure how to deal.
when you tell me you'll love me forever
but can never see us always together
i get scared thinking you're doing fine
with my expected loyalty in the back of your mind.
Don’t stifle laughter.
Many great things such as happiness or relief
come after.
Enjoy a gaffe!
It can even lessen your grief
to laugh.
Guffaw
for some relief.
HA.
Don’t stifle laughter.
It can lessen your grief.
HA!
Enthusiasm, the planet occupied.
As Sapiens lives in rage
Strives to come after
But all in sleeveless
Hence, in the land of the living,
Arouse a living Queen,
Waved by nature,
Tormented by hindrances,
And tempted by viles.
She stays through the storm,
Fight for her triumph,
And not easily bothered,
By countless thought of others.
Hmm! What a courageous Xena.
A pretty creature,
Creature, loved by the creator,
Endowed with courage,
Bestowed with beauty,
And blessed philosophically.
Every problem has it's own time and expiry date,
For, fear kills faster than the problem itself.
Putting *****Sapiens at Tjunction.
But, she never does. Moremi of our century.
You are a blessing in disguise,
And motivation to others.
Engrossing lady of the 21st century.
Let your courage shine through,
As your eyes speaks of your true beauty.
At times, I let disorientation-exercise to be on the loose
Allowing mind toward relaxation-muse
Imagining bursting colors of varied hues
Creating designs from beauty-clues
Brightly transforming frustration blues.
Awesome kaleidoscopic moment
Grasped me in radiant engagement
Beholding varied wonderment
Bringing joyous amazement
Midst functional “disorientation” involvement.
When viewed at another perspective
Disorientation means “You’re not attentive”
And judged as missing directive
Along efforts to stay fully active
Against the convention considered distinctive.
Admitting to be in a disoriented incident
My heart accepts it not an accident
Since it teaches me to become more prudent
Knowing that those I hold tight with grip so ardent
May break me, leaving a deep hurt-dent.
I thank God for His truth that orients my faith's stand
Yielded to Him, I follow* His directing hand
Believing that He holds me within His love so grand
Even protecting my hair’s slightest strand
Marked by His omnipotent and omniscient brand.
*Matthew 16:24 Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.
October 9, 2023
3rd place, "Pick-A-Title, Vol 39" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Edward Ibeh; judged on 10/15/2023
I am monster
the Osiris of lost souls
lurking in the moonlit shadows
I am Frankenstein unbound
among hungry crows and grackles
I creep over the scared ground
of good and evil...
Where lies my monster bride?
I am kneeling and wailing
for her to complete and release me
from these shackles and chains
of this hellish Gothic pain and sorrow
to offer me absolution
from the atrocities of the flesh I have committed...
I am the fiendish brute
who grows fangs and hair
when the almanac forecasts a full moon
and the sky is crying meteor showers
among random bolts of lightning
I howl and shriek in terror
I am mortal seeking to become immortal
gazing in the mirror I behold a monster...
Much like Frankenstein
If I can't be beautiful I wish to be invisible
I can only be saved
by the love of a beautiful woman
I burn to be inside of her
to find her by a sun baked moonstone
to save me from this cursed life
that I have lived from alpha to omega...
I am Adam reanimated seeking Eve
fleeing inescapable horror as if it were life itself
longing to avoid being impaled by the wooden stake of loneliness
I fear I am becoming a fallen angel
living in the night of the dark soul
my pendulum swings towards you my cherubim lover
for I have love in me like none has ever seen...
My love remember this
when I find you and see you
I will come after you like a hurricane
and even though I am among the undead
I will not stop loving you
until at last the earth quakes
and mountains rise from the sea
shaking the very ground you walk on..
~ ~ ~
The stars reached back
Each night
When I prayed that I would wake up and the pain would be over
And that everything everyone had ever said to me
And every name they had ever called me
Was all a bad dream
The worst, shittiest nightmare of a dream
That never ended
No matter how many times I fell asleep
Because sleep was my escape
But escapes don’t last forever
And dreams don’t last forever
But nightmares can last forever
But, no matter what, I can’t help you
You miserable excuse for a friend
You ruined what I was
You hardened the face that once smiled
The face that used to light up a room
Had been hardened to stone by a society
That believed that “gay” was synonymous with “weird”
And that “bully” was synonymous with “joke”
But the fact is you were the joke
The joke that kept replaying in my head
And laughing at me
Even after the jokes had stopped the joke kept going
The joke was me; I was a joke to everyone, even myself
And my dad would joke that I should man up
And my mom would joke that the other kids were insecure
And my brother would joke that he made it through
And everyone else would joke that “boys will be boys”
But I didn't see the joke in any of it
There was no joke in my tears
And there was no joke in the forty pounds I lost when I stopped eating
You just can’t get enough of the pain
But your pain doesn’t have to be my pain
So, so what if boys aren’t supposed to cut themselves?
And so what if boys aren’t supposed to cry?
And so what if boys aren’t supposed to be the ones who become anorexic?
I’m a boy and I did it all
And what can you say about yourself?
You’re a sad excuse for a boy
So put away the guns and fists
And pick up a pen and a paper
And figure yourself out
Before you tear someone else down to their foundation
And let the rain ruin their ability to stand themselves
And I think
That the healing came
When I realized that someday you would be on the bottom
And someone would tear you down
And you would sit there as the rain poured in
And you would drown in your regret
And I would still send out a life jacket for you
Because you ruined the outside smile
But you didn’t ruin the inside faith
And the faith got me through
Because tomorrow is brighter
And the sunshine does come after the rain