Best Draw Up Poems
There's a rehearsal in the castle, cult party masquerading on the dance floor latin verse sermons the words heard will entrance you, transfix you,
The devil advances towards you and sits you around the marble table where we talk about our carnal instincts and every situation that we find ourselves deep in.
Morning star calling from the depth of his evil pits where I sleep on bed of nails just to hammer down my dreams with something more uncomfortable than standing on ya steep cliff.
Cold and lonely only having ghosts here to speak with about the meanings of life and the lies that we keep hid.
Within controlling moments of emotions that we sink in and sync with relations on a basis of us needing to create a status where were being with each other cos we're linking and we discover that we break it...... now we're seeing our relationship sinking it sinks to the deep abyss
My vision is impaired by unclear scenes I'm witnessing and feeling sickened to the stomach from the butterflies in flight when my gut instinct senses some lies from bad vibes I'm like
Am I jumping to conclusions straining to think straight brain becomes a nuisance
Am I jumping to conclusions the illusion of love is still just as intrusive.
And I'm tryna figure out what to do brain doing figure eights tryna draw up clue to this mad moment
I feel clueless in bad moods, usually I'm living as if I've something to lose
And now I'm tryna figure out what to do blaming you isn't saving myself from the truth proving our pacts broken.....
......Will I think logical or act on emotion when I'm tryna figure out what to do brain doing figure eights tryna draw up clue to this mad moment
I feel brutal in bad moods, cluelessly now living as if I've nothing to lose
And I'm tryna figure out what to do thinking of a better way to proceed to see all this bull through re-evaluating recent events judging my errors bearing in mind I'm civil and often couldn't be fairer
Anything I tell you isn't out of a conscience I'm conscious but I'm hurting inside and this stomach aches constant
I've put up with this nonsense dealing with ghosts
Like sometimes it bothers me and sometimes it don't
Oh, speak to me of love, said Pain, now come
Draw up a chair and look me in the eye
Her limbs move slow, by sorrow frozen, numb
All nerve and sinew wracked by silent cry
Sit down, said Pain, the fire is hot and bright
And we must talk, for you have much to say
Not now, she begged, have mercy, not this night
Please let me speak of love another day
She feels the fire’s scorch upon her face
As devastation sears and burns within
We must speak now, said Pain, there is no place
Nor corner left to hide in; so begin…
She sits in silence as the fire flashes
Till morning finds her, sat with Pain, and ashes
by Gail
Written: September 20, 2024
For: Letters or Photographs Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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A mound of unsent letters was under my pillow
Frozen in time, drifting through my fantasies
My rhymes are scribbled with secret poetry
some have brilliant gleams
others induce quiet cries.
I have a letter written in ink at daybreak
a liquid of warmth embraces every syllable
I saw your name and felt an immense longing!
how it gnaws on my chest as a ravenous beast.
I released my hands and let you sail
away from the solitude and heavyweight!
a spry touch from your forgotten memories
for me, a sweet delight, but oh my inner injury!
Our space is still
a shattered wand to touch my pained heart
with dryer life to perish in the shadows
the sun is setting, making it time to chat
down the soul, sipping from saturation straw.
Distant away, my desert hurts
love that will melt needles
rejecting thread for another morning stitching
with unfamiliar birds, who molt their feathers
the spindled leg has ungainly wings
Satan laughs as he burns the sand.
Prophets of haste lack words
erosion glass steeple returns home
this is the worst season ever known
Your Nimbus Breeze is limitless
burning your deed with the rust of logic
carving now in grey dust.
I can only write words that you will not foresee
gathering lost pebbles for eternity
draw up our sunken riches
these words of mirage, palm arms swaying
my black meeting reminds me
of a dream from yesterday on a forsaken planet.
The Coat Hanger
Let's travel back in time to 1928, the place is Sydney (Australia)
The local government wanted to create a harbour crossing from
the North to South of Sydney, architects were brought in to
draw up plans for it's conception, there were suspension bridges
like the Brooklyn Bridge and the Golden Gate, but were turned
down however, they decided to make a single span arch bridge
similar to the railway bridge in Pennsylvania USA, they started
the build in 1928 and over a period of four years the Sydney
Harbour bridge became a reality, made of steel and the blood
and sweat of men some who died during it's construction. This
bridge was unique in design, It had a large single arch, capable
of rail, tram and motor vehicles, with two walkways either side
of the bridge deck, it had four magnificent sand stone pylons.
In 1932 the bridge was opened twice, firstly by a soldier on
horseback named DeGroot who slashed the ceremonial ribbon
with his sword, he opened the bridge in honour of the people
of NSW, however the ribbon was replaced and opened officially
by the State Labor Governor Jack Lang who cut the ribbon with
ceremonial ornamental scissors, then they removed the
locomotives which had been used to test the bridge for strength,
shortly thereafter the bridge was opened for use by commuters.
Before that happened the gathering crowds were permitted to
walk the entire length of the bridge, when this had been completed
the first train and motor vehicles travelled across the bridge. Sydney
had a brand new bridge, 'The Bridge of Dreams' or as it became
famous for years later 'The Coat Hanger', this bridge had been built
during Sydney's depression years, it still remains today an icon to all.
Written: 4th August 2013
I often wonder
as I wander through wonder
receptive to the signs
projected from minds mines
exploding in invincible
imagination invisible
like cloak and dagger
I search for the truth
whether it be within me
portrayed without my boundaries
leaping bounds
offering sounds
collected in the skies daisy dairies
harvested in the sea
fermented in vermouth
causing the tides to stagger
I lay naked in the clouds
relaxing in the dilly dallying sun
basking in the knowledge of the universe
soaking in the wisdom
of the watery breeze
fluently speaking
telepathiconversations
uttering raindrop runes
reading the realms
for telling of forecasts
faceted in fascination
I ask a simple question
where do I begin to find
where I began
sifting through the soil of my soul
scraping the soil off my soles
at the threshold of the Sun
I jump in feet first
and become purified in the pools
of swirling
spiraling
solace
chapter 1 in salvation
rewriting my past lives contribution
stepping into eternities elevation
becoming submersed in loves great basin
the reality of what everyone considers an illusion
illuminated on the paths of another dimension
reincarnated in my own waves of retribution
smiling as I'm cut by the shards of every solution
leaving it up to me to draw up the conclusion
and speak it to the masses in mass confusion
I am NOT just a speaker
I am NOT just a teacher
I am NOT just a leader
I am a seeker
lighting the way
for those who wish to catch up
God Almighty, God of grace and goodness
your guide is always guaranteed to those who gain wisdom to exalt your name.
Omnipotent is what you are
but we learn no signs of overbearing
or pride or abuse of power in you.
Dear to your being is all the creation you brought in the universe
that the loss of to the devil disturbs you
and change the entire pattern of nature.
Amalgamation of all the characters of goodness into one is epitome
that describes you even though our knowledge of you is always minimal.
Love that sees no difference in colour, languages and origins of people
tells us how sophisticated you are in integrating different parts into perfect one.
Marvellous beyond measure is your ability to design plans
that seem easy to understand in face value
but the deeper truth about them remains with you alone.
Impressive throughout eternity is the balance of laws
that you draw up to regulate nature in its everlasting beauty.
Grandeur of your Throne supersedes all the glitter and glamour
that totals all the inventions of men on earth.
High as we know it is short in your eyes
for there is no space in the whole universe that you cannot reach.
Transcendence is the quality not enough to describe your mighty powers
that see no limits or boundaries.
Your patience of the rebellious overflows across the borders of millennia
to give a chance of repentance to those who are far away from you
but are willing to join in the Holy community.
I bought a piece of land, for my family and me,
to build a perfect home on a plot beside the sea.
I employed a local Surveyor to help draw up the plans,
to build my family dream house on the beach at ‘Lincoln Sands’
He came and took some measurements and samples from the plot,
and I asked if he could include the moorings for a yacht.
The Surveyor did recommend a custom built lighthouse.
He suggested that I go home and discuss this with my spouse.
Accepting his advice we telephoned that day,
and asked a local architect to start building right away.
We installed a lighthouse lamp, a million candles bright,
to warn the ships and sailors on a dark or foggy night.
But my wife and I would argue, due to lack of sleep,
"I can take light nights no more" my wife to me would weep.
Several years have passed and I'm living all alone,
She left me for a sailor, shipwrecked near our home!
One day, whilst drowning my sorrows in my local public house,
I met the smooth talking Surveyor and I called him such a louse.
“I was surprised when you advised a lighthouse by the sea,
But I didn't expect the profound effect it would have on my wife and me”.
“No”, said the Surveyor "I think you misunderstand-my concern was with subsidence and the risk of shifting sand and I advised a ‘lighter house’ upon your plot of land!”
24th July 2017
Confoundly forward marches the soldiers bravely twords the war
On going is the beat of the drum that leads these men
To where the single trumpet plays a rebeling score
A battle ground where battles implore gore, the grapheties of war
The generals encharge more, once again obeastities twords the poor
This includes those enchored, the entangled, the ignored
War, it's so upstrangled, oh and I disincluded those forced
So have I yet struck a displaced chord, should I this poem abort
Caught between the memories, the struggle just to make it through
An empty wide open, and the millions of motions which gracefully do
Fought where theres freedom, brought here just for you
Those feelings make you an empty crew, fight it, don't get blue
Because now in this silience it's just me and you
Nothing more left here that will ever be new
I walked ten miles tonight
Attention diverted arms draw up tight
I surrenered the time
To get the answers right
The question forever there remains the same
I am no longer there, your to blame
Spinning circles emotions bringing forth the cause
I felt the whole world open putting that time on pause
The dawn begins at zero hour
The canyons flames burn at its blistering bowels
The range is now a burning ridge
My thoughts are now only a burning bridge
My eyes feel so empty without you in by my side
It hurts so much the whole crew got caught in the fight
With unswept memories I only stir though the night
I've wept, I've prayed, and then I cried
Searching for an answers of why you died
Last Stroke of Midnight
The last stroke of midnight chimes –
All plans stand at attention, start here,
Perfect prophecy inhales the first breath
Of winnowing starlight foretold
As you draw up to step into your blemished creation
With new lungs filled with crisp fulfillment.
Torrents of roaring grace
Smash narrow portals of garden betrayal
Eras, ages and eons of sneering dominion
Turned sideways
Genesis false victory turned upside down
Smug visages fade into imploding ego
The missing piece of the heart
Readies to vibrate again in unison
With the tenor of timeless oblations
Heaven’s plan of trembling preparation
Explodes with triumph
Through the breathless comma of anticipation
Before the simpering wraiths of wilderness
Gorges prepare to shatter, valleys get ready to level
Avalanches of obliteration make way to raze
Buttes, crumbling cliffs and ridges of desolation
Midnight’s last stroke of domination
Turns a beastly reign into a flailing whine
Eden’s new age strides into time
In beauty’s signature crossing mountaintops
Leaving incense where insolent decay
Leaves ashes of deluded victory
Sweet scented leaves overpower putrid
Advent conceived, gird in reality, released!
11-22-22
Contest: Just Before Release
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
The well of blessing
be clear and open.
Every day
May we go to the well,
Let drop our weathered
bucket of life,
to be filled anew,
Then draw up its sweet
joy of grace and being
and drink,
Knowing that for today,
All we need
will be there for us.
My life flutters by, like a butterfly.. a lullaby,
Making me cry and sigh, untill I die,
I'm lying here thinking.. it's all been a waste,
Just a hasty taste, of all the pleasures I've chased.
This P.M.A, which I display, every day,
Is the only way, I'll make it through.. yeah, I'm Okay,
Positivity, with a Darkside twist,
Missing the point.. do I even exist?
I kissed the lips of fate, now I cannot escape,
The caped-crusader, keeps me safe, from ass-rape.
I predict, great things! For me, at any rate,
Inflating my ego, fashionably late.
Now I've arrived, only the Fastest will survive,
Use your double talking jive, none will be left alive!
But If you don't attack.. I won't have to defend,
And send you to Hell, let's pretend this is the end.
Draw up a treaty, sweety. What we want is Peace,
Not monopoly on World War 3, this madness.. it must cease!
Are YOU insane? 'Causing pain? Check your brain!
The lame-ass excuses all remaining the same.. again.
My Brain's a machine, running at obscene speeds,
You don't know my thoughts, my words or all my deeds,
My needs are the same as yours.. we both bleed,
So read the writing on the wall, and your mind will be freed.
They say I'm LoCo.. smoke too much, it's a joke.. oh!
My Woman's been messing 'round town.. go get the gun Joe,
Slow down! Where you going? I'm just blowing off steam!
Blowing up time. In space, can't hear you scream.
NO! I'm not mad! I'm totally sane,
But it feels like sometimes, we're all on a crazy train.
First-class ticket, next stop.. the Asylum,
I need the Ghostbusters! There's no answer when I dial 'em!
So who am I gonna call? The Police will arrest ME!
For aggravated assualt.. they're not getting me easy!
Lock me up? With no fags and no drink?
I'm gonna go ballistic! You'd better go and fetch the Shrink!
You wanna hold me back? Get the Feds and the Army,
I'll take some drastic measures if you really wanna harm me!
Calm yourself down.. learn to see with both eyes,
Time flies.. surprising how fast it slips by.
Splendid in beauty and fragrant in ruby
How I linger in your placid dreams,
drawing out your parched tongue
I shall scatter my daughters with the devine whip of the winds
They will suck out the moisture of the land
and give you blessings upon blessings
above the soil
The sorcery of my leaves will entice you to slavery
And that ominous smell?
It belongs to me.
IT SHALL indeed encourage your prosperity
Even as I am poured out,
More loosely than the spring rains
I scream from within your palms
In every corner where men have set base
However, now,
my silence is rewarded by the plundering of my kingdom
My beauty is disheveled by the uprooting of my shoots
There is ecstacy in the sights of my smell,
the moistened blood of the South African velds
I cannot be denied nor my power refused,
Even if it against my own will I am plundered.
Who are earth queens?
Do they not succumb to the very sweat of me.
Do they not draw up peace treaties with my name
Or guide alliances from the sip of thine
I am the jewel of the South African grasslands.
The fragrance of diversity,
beyond the African dust.
Oh! How I have bedded the velds and adorned them!
The truth from Ruth to Luke, before and beyond,
It looks dark from here. Where the stars shine,
Under a hot glow of the sun, wine grapes swell.
Waters flow free and draw up into rain showers.
Soaking into the earth; into grains and flowers,
True beauty earns bronze and silver and golden.
With eyes seeing and a heart knowing, the soul
Sips wine and breaks bread living with His truth.
At the waking of each morning
We are faced with two options;
to go back to sleep and dream our dreams
or wake up to reality and chase our dreams
It’s up to us to decide…shall I, shall I not
Default in everyman is the desire for a brighter life
Though the mind be stuck with the immediate
Oh, that we may take an angle and see with the eagle eye
Then will our vision pop up crystal clear
But then, it’s up to us to decide…shall I, shall I not
Between the mountain top and the valley low
Lies an adventure with rugged edges
To serve as a foothold or a scare bomb
Shall I draw up strength from within and ascend
Or shall I give in to the fear of the unknown and decline
It’s up to me to decide… shall I, shall I not
Down the lane of destiny
Poses the ditches of our inadequacies
Against the prowess of our valour
Our subconscious awaits a command to function
Again, it’s up to us to choose, shall I, shall I not
Lurked within the human hardware
Are programmed two indispensable soft wares
The flesh that wars and seeks its gratification
Against the spirit that seeks its sanctification
Who gains a reign is solely dependent
on my choice, your choice
As the journey through life proceeds
Will you for past failures regress?
For present pressure intensity, repress
Or against all odds, take giant strides to progress
The choice is all yours’…. shall I, shall I not.
O, to find the words that describe
How I feel In my beloved's eye.
Like a mighty lion before household cat
As fierce champion to his victim before a spat
Roaring ocean before modest pond;
A tornado upon a city soon-to-be-gone.
O, to find the words that describe
How I feel when cast a glint from my beloved's eye.
If only I might draw up proper rhyme
A verse to do justice to Beloved, in due time.
I pray thee, let it bleed out on this page, my mind,
To let one see how it is she stirs this chest of mine.
Yes, indeed, mighty lion to lowly cat;
Fierce champion to opponent he would snap;
Roaring ocean to man-made splash;
Twister upon the village it would dash.
You see the emotion my dear, my darling, in my chest doth cause to swell?
One would say to great pleasure and joy it should to me compel.
And, yea, alas, it would, if at all,
If it did not speak of me as ineffably small.
For lion, ocean, champion; I am not he.
But cat, splash, and broken-one-to-be.
Nor twister, with harsh voice and fretful gale, am I
But rather the village laid waste in the blink of an eye.