Best Depressionsea Poems
FROZEN SOUVENIRS (( Collaboration * Nette OnClaud ))
by~ NETTE ONLAUD
frozen with pain she woke to find daybreak
slumped on her crumpled bed again, laid back, cast
aside from god knows what, an unbecoming haven.
at least, this time, this bed was hers and hers alone,
dimly broiled by smells of yesterday gone
stale, drooping limbs to vaguely unbecoming souvenirs.
no longer wrestling fires but lighting them,
hope drained from flesh that craved for expired lotion
crush-boned dreams mocked her unbecoming senses.
she backed off tears that asked how this all happened,
plunging into her heart’s junkyard searching for answers
from wounds buried in near burial of an unbecoming night…
by~ POET D.
Gently she is weaving in and out of her own bed near the sea ledge,
faith will be drawn in the sand near the watery shores
broken down heartsick sea walls of loneliness will triumph
yet another frozen sad mood, a shadow that feels like it will last forever,
only to rest upon her own will of over flown solitude lids
her eyes are still like fireflies throughout the ebony in the dark night sky
The lengthy halls carry echoes in which silence the memorized souvenirs
dusk announcing the end of another frozen day;
there she sits in an incubator waiting to hear her name in the wind
A deeper, more intense treasure she found in her own reflections
with an open mind she is in mourn in hopes that these feelings don't last long —
a few hours or maybe a day or two she will bliss it all away
A Collaboration with *NETTE ONCLAUD
~MY COLLABORATION CONTEST~
What lies beneath a sea of numb
Where ships of heart were taken down
Sunk to the bottom with the one
I hated and I meant to drown
For in its hull it carried pain
Instead of what its purpose was
And thus I had immense disdain
Because it never carried love
So yes, I set it in my sights
Then fired all I had and more
Carpet-bombing through the night
To sink it to the ocean floor
And when it finally disappeared
I flew away and did not know
The others ships were likewise pierced
Doomed just as well to slip below
They sank at random, one by one
The ships of pride and hope and fear
Of aspiration, sad and fun
The ship of peace, the ship of tears
The ship of drive, the ship of will
No ship was spared, the plight went on
They fell, and fell, and fell, and fell
Until at last all ships were gone
So now in silent flight I go
No signals come as were before
No guidance from the sea below
No hope of landing…anymore
…Jeff Bresee
THE SEA OF LOVE
Out on a limb about to break,
below, the rocks, and crashing sea,
still searching for my last mistake
and how it came to ever be.
I had the plan, like everything,
the world was mine and in my hand,
the road through life, where I was king,
was comfortable, as I had planned.
But then love came, like not before,
and shattered all my dreams
to leave me wanting so much more;
than what I had, and how life seems.
Appropriated from the past,
I borrowed yesterday,
not knowing it could never last
because it's gone away;
so love has backed me to this break,
of limb and life, and I shall fall,
in love again, the big mistake,
into the sea of love that claims us all.