Best Crashed Poems
~ This poem is written in the 8686 syllable count style of one of my favorite Emily Dickenson poems, 'I Felt a Funeral in My Brain.'
'pon roiling sea a fierce storm brewed
waves crashed within my veins
fueled by heady winds, they pursued
to drown my life with rains
With tympani beat, thunder roared
bold lightning flicked and flashed
we pulled, we pulled, oh how we oared
with nature's ire we clashed
Then came a clamor from astern
our ship had split in two
in my veins, swells still pound and churn
until the moon breaks through
Calmed now, the vile tempest from Hell
sky riveted with stars
Man holds no power to dispel
nature's wrath when she spars
~ For Chris
Teardrops slipping, sliding, falling unceremoniously
Bruised and battered, this broken hearted agony.
Memories arise of the times gone before
When being in love with you held promises of something more.
Silently my world comes crashing again
Leaving a twisting, turning, searing pain.
Little did I imagine it would have turned out like this
A sudden end to all our Dreams of bliss...
Confused….
I don’t understand these words
That are said they pass through me
Right through my head
Sometimes I wish that it all would end
Just get it over I would just go around that bend
I’m not depressed
I’m just ready to give up
My life has been filled
Just like my cup
Oh well
Life just keeps coming
And people lying…
For My Holly
I never knew myself until you came into view.
'new girl' was my name ~ yours was the same
We mirrored each other's army brat depths.
we had unique views ~ we sought hidden clues
You left the ground with me so we might better see.
We pushed against boundaries blocking our free.
After a year and graduation day, both families moved away.
A year apart then we cheered for you were moving near.
Silence crashed gray around me in jarring strikes.
news glued me undone ~ chilled shade blued my sun
Mere seconds flogged me numb with scarring spikes.
your mind failed its start ~ I bore a shelled heart
We two had overturned set stones to deep-learn.
We partnered our uniqueness to bloom our yearn.
I rushed to your bedside …
Blocking mental ills, pills trapped you within.
I wore my softness ~ you trip-talked nonsense
Your eyes would never more answer your grin.
we used to free dance ~ your sweet eyes loved chance
Your soul art was partly shaped into my adult themes.
Our wings had barely spread from our teen dreams.
We promised to lifelong gentle the other’s twin stream.
I never knew myself until you came into view.
I rushed to your bedside … where my heart first slow died
walking the streets
wondering how this can be
My life has crashed down
When
Soup crashed,
I went mad.
My fingers would
inevitably
click on PoetrySoup
whenever I went online,
yet I'd be led to a blank page.
With no challenges, my muse was lost,
and I ached from missing all my good friends.
On the brighter side, dishes piling up
in my sink is a thing of the past.
Hubbie enjoys me cleaning more;
I finally caught up with
my shows recorded on
DVR, and I’ve
now started that
novel I’d
wished to
write!
(fictional account of a future possibility!!)
For David Williams'
Life without soup Poetry Contest
(30/09/2011)
Logic isn’t that important
I’m right! -As a proved defendant-
From jails occupant to humanity servant
After days I had absorbed black steam of others’ fleshes
I got crashed by an angel, then refreshed
Certainly been in a wrong track
But God allowed me to weave my life back
All could change your way to many of pathways
But only one person grace,
Whose face been waiting to gaze
And whose love you’ve been dreaming to embrace
To guide you back to truth from crazy craze
I smoked a rock and lost my way'
I didn't mind at all.
All I wanted every day
was more to stop the fall.
I smoked my father's hopes and dreams
I smoked my self-respect,
I put a flame to silent screams
and loved ones I'd neglect.
I smoked when I saw what I'd done
to make myself forget,
but still I didn't have much fun
though I'd get higher yet.
I'd climbed upon a whirling tide
that sucked me darkly down.
No safe place for me to hide,
just endless spinning round.
Older now and sadly wise
I look back and I see
Shadows deep inside my eyes
that were never meant to be.
The bombing raid siren
Threw sounds loud and clear,
Accross rubble that once was our town
The children all fled,
And the town became dead.
As a bomber, 'their' bomber, came down.
The sky's grey appearance
Was filled with black smoke.
Then a Scarlet, an Orange, a Red.
The blood curdling crash,
and a terrible smash.
There she goes, another one dead.
The very next day, I went to the spot
Where the plane had fallen from sky.
The aircraft a zero, the pilot a hero,
Who sacrificed life, for his country to die.
The plane was but ash, from the fire.
The stupidity and wastage of life.
I thought of his friends,
and the love they all send.
His Family, His Children, His Wife.
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
Parts of three days the Soup’s been down
With most of us wearing a frown
Trouble started intermittently
Causing some to worry ‘bout their poetry
Leaving many fretting ‘bout their poetry
And I say:
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
The Poem of Three Days was controversial
Evidence of our turbulent times
Suddenly the website crashed and burned
Leaving no place to post our rhymes
We tried to login oh, so many times
And I say:
They crashed the server
Wondering now if there was ill intent
They crashed the server
Actions of a black hat dissident?
Crying-baby landing page rocked
While all of us were watching the clock
There is no promise made nor guarantee,
That our poems will be stored indefinitely
Store them elsewhere, protect your poetry
And I say:
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry (this time)
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
Freedom came our way today
New servers up and running fast
Some glitches in the system yet to tame
Hopefully all of these too shall pass
Until then we’ll raise a glass
To poetry!
They crashed the server
But they didn’t lose the poetry
They crashed the server
Quick response by admin, thankfully
I've cried myself to sleep more times than I've laughed
I've faced the monsters alone with tears in my eyes
I came out scarred and wounded but I survived
I had no one there with me when I crashed
Travelling alone, trying to find my way
I lost the girl of my dreams, she won't give me the time of day
They say every mistake comes with a lesson
I just couldn't cope with a relationship while fighting depression
I wanted to hug her, but depression forced me to let go
I think about her daily, my day dreams create the best show
Sleeping around, because I can't be in bed alone
Wish I had the perfect words to rectify everything I said wrong
Last night I had a little too much liquor
Went to the club and fell in love with a stripper
Told her I missed my ex and talked about my past plans
Spilling my heart to a stripper, because I needed a hug more than a lap dance
I was telling her my problems instead of flirting
I wish the bartender had stopped serving
I said a lot of things I didn't want to express
Is it wrong that right now I need a hug more than sex?
She's not coming back, but I'm not ready for a new one
Yet I'm sleeping around, but I don't want to do wrong
I'm trying to heal but I'm doing it in the wrong way
These girls flaunting their bodies is my weakness and I'm not feeling strong today
I'll leave the club with one and start afresh tomorrow
I shouldn't drink anymore, but I'm ordering my next bottle
I just need to survive the pain, but how long does heartbreak last?
Writing this alone, because I had no one with me when I crashed
Crashed crush
Missed bash
For 'TWO LINES OF TWO SYLLABLES' by Brian Strand
I still taste the bitter fog clenched in my jaw.
my eyes playing ping pong in my face.
searching for the tenderness I adored, concealed by deception
Didn't think it would be you.
to bruise my body, my ego, my love
wickedness I never thought you'd do
maybe once the tears stop falling
I can tighten up & draw in the care I crave
being lost in this funhouse...that is my mind
won't seem so amusing after all
the last thing we both need is to downplay the misdeeds with playful laughs
left with nothing, must gain resilience for my future
Us, you, are artlessly the past.
that was the second worst car accident he had
this week
too soon
Whirling this sabre is tiring,
Cutting shapes out of the air,
Slicing images out of the sky.
So, now to fix faulty wiring,
Focus the current repair,
Shoot up with needles and fly.
Climbing the stairwell is draining,
Think I’ll rest on the block,
Cooking my suppertime spoon.
Sinews and veins are straining,
What a rush, what an almighty shock,
Flying away to the moon.
Blue lights are distantly flashing,
Cutting a path through the slums,
Haley’s comet on wheels.
“Give me a line, he is crashing!”
Heartbeat like splintering drums,
So, this is how dying feels.
Monitors beep, pumps are pumping,
Adrenaline stabbed in the chest,
Eyes fixed a dilated stare.
A thought as the blood ceases thumping,
A viewpoint of ghostly unrest,
Is that me lying dead down there?
Omg my computer just crashed!!!
Luckily my iPhone does some tasks
I had just reviewed a book last night
Son is a techy who says he will try
To repair it or salvage my files
But I will be phone only a while
So guess I need a pc that’s new
Maybe Santa Clause will come through
It was a good pc had for many years
Recorded great memories and poetic tears
It’s so old I should have been expecting
It to crash or go when I was not guessing