Best Draft Poems
Upon her last sighs, she narrates cosmic
sagas flowing within poetic veins.
She still remembers
those idyllic evenings,
engrossed in raining confessions,
influenced by her shipwrecked heart,
expressing scarlet
sentiments that sail in silence,
across unruffled ink-stained waves,
amidst the endless oceans between
their untouched silhouettes.
Her every desire to reunite and
cast away midnight blues,
float within perfumed love notes
written by the silky seashore,
placed in crystalline bottles
of timeless lyrics,
that shall be carried through
estuaries that lead her
to his sacred island
with everlasting roses~
where pearlized shells reflect
saline left as tropical memories
of tomorrow with him by
her sun-kissed innocence.
This you see is a draft
Minds little notes of lines and verse
In dribs and drabs
In prose, I stab and stab
Repeating oft said words
Expressions rehashed to be reheard
Yearning only for that one to see
This my attempt at being me
The ebb and flow of a sadness boat
Feeble attempts to keep afloat
Yet drowning in words it seems to be
Prose no longer setting me free
Learning more and knowing less
Wise words not heeded at best
For lingering in the dampness there
Is death, burning slow with its evil stare
At first you're in a cloud. But you're not high.
The pills have sucked your dopamine dry.
Most times, you just don't want to try.
Honestly, most times you want to die.
Cast out from society
Split from their reality.
To you, the so called crazy one.
You see media as one big falicy.
They feed you the news. But you just don't bite.
So you're alone every night.
You hide away. Scared people will see the crazy in your eyes.
You tell lies to the doctor,. Yes sir, I'm fine.
But you aren't...
So you know you will never stop these pills
It will be this way for ever.
And all you can think is.
Whatever...
Diversified, she sat upon the page
a tiny dot of incoherence brushed into the ink
She wondered how she got so small
and stretched to reach an "A",
the brink
which started the sentence of her life,
a thousand words to hide away.
While she studied the paper rift
she noticed the fibrous weave
of every white of every letter
to chalky dust inhaled to breathe
She split herself into twenty times two
and walked the page a struggle
So tired and broken of breath and lung
she scattered and sunk to ink
to sleep, to weep, to wallow and keep
every thought that she dared yet to think
And while the wind caught up the page
and settled it into a pond
she gathered herself in her incoherence
and wrote herself into beyond.
when a god closes a door
reason flies out the window
***
I wandered and pondered my bleak isolation
As I slowly perused this wide open space
That one cloud above me seemed, like me, quite lonely
Its passage was slow as it matched my own pace
And then I saw poppies so tall, red and bold
I wished they were daffies in yellow and gold
The lake in its vastness reflected the skies
And sprinkles of sunlight beyond that lone cloud
Peppered the ripples with myriad eyes
And led me to feel like I walked with a crowd
While unopened poppies stand tall with bowed heads
They’ll stand even taller displaying their reds
Could there be any more precious a day
I all at once yearned to be no other place
With sunlight and ripples and poppies that sway
I found that a smile had enlivened my face
For such a sight might make an old poet gay
(Which one should interpret the old fashioned way)
For oftentimes upon my old sofa lain
I reminisce of all those poppies so red
Their petals occur to me now and again
But gold hues hold sway in my head
Though poppies, that day, cleared my mind of its ills
I still wish that they had all been daffodils
A rough idea
invades brain waves.
Words flow. A pen glides,
line after line across the page.
Anticipation, hope rings.
It grows, lives, sings.
Evaluate, punctuate
strike out, insert
distill, re-frame
copy, finis.
read aloud . . . scrap.
It snowed the day my mother taught me to engrave
She held a waxy green leaf between her mittened fingers
And mapped each yellow vein with her eager eyes
All filled up to the lashes with yellow
Scraping away the green, catching it under her fingernails
She found my name like some ancient code in its shallow skin
White winter sun tentatively fingered the letters
And the wind took them elsewhere
Towards the great grey clouds above
Meanwhile our feet lay planted to the ankles
In something cold and heavy.
embellishing draft--
a stirring purple brushwood
old chestnut falls back
10.31.16
Love like you've never loved before
Reaching your hand out to a closed door
Thinking I knew what was in store
Now I'm suffering, my heart bleeding on the floor
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In the club dancing, alone on the wall
posted up chillin' , drunk, trying not to fall
Not a care at all,
I feel seven feet tall.
Influenced by the alcohol, stimulated by the beats
No matter the intoxication I methodically move my feet,
Pelvic thrusting is how I greet
This beauty who smells so sweet.
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Look,
This is for everyone who has met their soul mate only to find out that
their search is far from over.. Is their such a person, can one satisfy
enough to to maintain love?
Sometimes skeletons rise from hibernation and those skeletons become
loves' Achilles heal... Stealing what hope was their, leaving you alone,
left posted on the wall...
In the club trying to yet again fall...
Jared Pickett
8/28/09
Asavvy1
We are not in the same
Both of us so good at the game
I told you from the get go
Now you don't wanna let go
You didn't take the clue
Infatuated with something new
All the cards said it was wrong
We didn't listen we still went along
Love doesn't have eyes
To make excuses for the lies
All I feel is lust
Miscommunication and lack of trust
Hot, humid, hazy
Weather's driving me crazy
Making me lazy
Need a draft of cool
To rejuvenate this fool
Roll out the barrel
No draft of cool air
Roll out the barrel of beer
Draft of ale my dears!
So my health won't fail
Lift up your glasses my friends
Toast each other, cheers!
Tears of the Heavens enveloping the lands;
Rain is God's gift like the air and the wind.
Precious life's blood in the dry desert sands;
A mystery unleased like the yang and the yin.
Oh, there once was a fellow could craft
Limericks at which most people laughed
But there was a rumor
They lacked some in humor
Till he finished that fourth or fifth draft
Stolen play and poetry
A swollen face, abused and beat
No food to eat. No table neat
No place to be. No one to meet
No place of love nor friend to see
A child lost in poverty.
The ills of a world seen verily
No smiles now held merely
A while to go till freedom felt
Down to the level I bowed, I nealt.
A promise dead. A mother dead
A stern face. A sentence read.
A child now lost, alone
No mother. No home
So what now whimpering to me
I don't know I said, so quietly