Best Heralded Poems

Ten Years Had Raced Into Oblivion's Cup
Second Poets Tribute Series, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
  
Chained am I, to desolation's huge anchor
on its long black ship,...

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Christmas carols are being sung,
As bells are joyfully being rung,
Heralding the Christ Child’s birth,
As Christmas Day, we celebrate with mirth.

But lets think of Joseph and...

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Once significant and alluring, your luster faded.
Perhaps it was the treachery in hollow eyes jaded.

Was there ever a light
in a soul dark as night?

Promises of...

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Scarlett thought she was promised permanent security. 
Satchels of resilience bound her fragile wrists. 
Woodland deities hailed her.
Underworld demons feared her.
The curious townsfolk simply stood...

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As the reaper approached, I lie waiting for death,
whispering sad goodbyes while gasping for breath.
In a blurry haze of awareness, I drift towards sleep,
as visions...

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She That Embraced The Darkness In Her Veins

With her mind not sick of dark devious games
she opens dead doors, tossing in more painful blames
in newly...

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“The End of Summer”

In those days 
they watched for signs
in the heavens

numbers connected
the ways that 
weighted the scales

written in the stars
a woman gave birth
to a...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach...

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It’s funny how things that used to be funny,
Aren’t allowed to be funny no more,
What was once a joke that heralded laughter,
Now seems to set...

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Huddled in Burton's doorway, head down,
the windblown rain at almost forty five degrees
soaking me from the knees downwards.
Reflecting on the paving, the red, amber and...

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like a grumpy ogre the twisted old tree stood guard
notched scraggy boughs reached out in fierce surety
naught had ever compromised its task
in its dutiable charge

the...

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GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

George Bernard Shaw, born in 1856,
Wrote plays and novels,
But for me the most
Important was he wrote many a poem
A quote of his “Write...

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Starlets tender their heralded names
Just another pretty face; another superficial dame
Brokered pawns in tawdry, transparent game 
Bartered tinder is their trite acclaim
Stars that twinkled then imploded...

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Suspense is a thing worth not knowing
Dying for the knowledge of the mystery
From novice to brainiac ever flowing,
Slipping into the dark annals of history.

Shudders at...

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The night was long, heralded by wind and rain
The weary voice of a sleeping world suspended
Fanned are the dreams that seem to fly on wings
And...

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