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The Last Good Days of Innocence

A rose held before the dawn, overwhelmed by benevolent beauty,
its virginity violated by hostel hands,
only then will it reveal its blood-stained thorns,
where infatuated innocence is lost...

Days of sunny summer streams and apricot kisses
were surrounded by chastising clouds,
the night kneeled before us as we walked holding hands, side by side,
our love magnified by the monolithic moon...

Adonis and Aphrodite were the gods before us,
for their nectar poured from the heavens to fill our cups of mirth,
the arousing amorous air was abundant with adulation,
we were upon suspended animation in a Venus vortex...

A righteous rose was the catalyst that held our love together,
but then the skies turned to a horrid hue,
an insidious insertion infiltrates with thrusting and piercing providence
the rose has no chance, for now, the rose bleeds,
our beating breaths and love are torn asunder...

The rose withers away, drowning in its excrement,
our innocence has been lost, for now, the thorns prevail.



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Premium Member His Funeral

That he planned his funeral is factual
And being a prankster quite actual
He prerecorded his voice
So when we kneeled on the joist
He said, "Hi there! Don't I look natural."
Form: Limerick

Footsteps

Footsteps

	         Footsteps

		          On the ground…..
Lightly

	Stepping

		Without a sound…..

Tears are
					Falling

						As oceans sigh…..
The sun is

          Descending

                   In her eyes…

The waters stretched their surrounding arms
Caressing her precious prints with their saline charms
Smoothing her past—an exhalation at last
As legacy lavishes the flight of her path

Withering and draining, absorbed in the sand
Are the tears she once shed—no longer does she stand
In kneeled acceptance her deep pulse unwinds
As her melodious voice falters in the plague that binds

In her serenest solitude have I kept her close
As those streams do crash upon my heart-burdened coast
I listened to her sing—as the sickness rose
Like the tide’s sudden descent, oh how life suddenly goes!

Footsteps
Footsteps
					Heavy now……….

							Carry her

								To bury her

										In the ground……….
													Oceans
		In motions

			 WAVES//COLLIDE

…..Someone beautiful…..
 …..…..now has died……….

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Form: Ballad


The Flower That Blooms

In the sunny September morning
He went to find the most beautiful roses
For the girl, he loved the most.

He didn't realize that it was fall
Getting beautiful flowers wasn't possible at all
Still, he tried very hard 

And then with disappointment, he plucked
A bunch of half dried roses and gasped
He went to her house with couple of thoughts.

Hesitatingly, he knocked the door
She opened and found him kneeled down on floor
With the bunch of pale and dried roses. 

He was shocked he thought she would be angry
But she was so happy and in excitement
Her smile was the perfect thing he saw 

He realised that her smile was no less than a flower that glooms
He should never search beauty in the whole world,
When he already has the FLOWER THAT ALWAYS BLOOMS

Premium Member When the Rain Comes

When the rain comes in blunt despair
With swords of Thor's thunderous wield
The clouds drape darkness everywhere
As light surrendered, as hope kneeled

Where desolated gloom revealed
A drab landscape that once was fair
Limbs barren in deserted fields
When the rain comes in blunt despair

Drowning sunsets in silver flares
Tomorrow's rainbows lie concealed
In mazes of charcoal nightmares
With swords of Thor's thunderous wield

This is where all your heroes yield
To stars laden in disrepair
Where souls sink, murky and congealed
The clouds drape darkness everywhere

When suns are lost and moons are rare
The mornings cut apart and peeled
The sky is strangely unaware
As light surrendered, as hope kneeled

When shelter remains unrevealed
And the horizon appears bare
Allow me to become your shield
Against the snare of sharpened air
When the rain comes

3/11/23

The Bride

THE BRIDE
The day is finally here
The groom has arrived
Here comes the bride gorgeously dressed
Her beauty shines like the harmattan sun
Her smiles are bright like the full moon
Little do you know she is sad in her heart

But i ask WHY?
She begins to cry for the day has come
She leaves her beloved mother
She leaves her wonderful father.
A day she forget being Aunty mi
A day she end calling daddy for everything
A day she end bothering mommy on what to eat
A day she stops spinster life
An entry into a mixed journey of a new future
A day she take up a "Mrs"
Oh! Here comes our bride
Sobbing on exit from singlhood

Again I ask, for WHERE
But to a place she has to start building a family again
In tears she hugged her beloved mother and she said cry not my daughter
In tears she kneeled before her wonderful father and he wiped her tears
Finally they both said, make us PROUD


Premium Member Where the Artist Once Stood

Let me stand where the artist once stood,
And see through this mist in my eyes
What the artist once saw, though the paint is now cracked;
Where the artist once stood.

Let me breathe where the poet once breathed
That same air, which she painted with words,
In a swirl, never static, now swirling no more;
Where the poet once breathed.

Let me sit where the tunesmith once sat,
Chiseling song from the faces gone by.
Bring back all those faces that truth may return;
Where the tunesmith once sat.

Let me kneel where the gardener kneeled,
Inhale that aroma of roses in bloom,
Caressing their petals as soft as her face;
Where the gardener kneeled.

Let me walk where my lover once walked,
And know beyond doubt’s reckless grief,
Though abridged were her days, I may find love again;
Where my lover once walked,
Where my lover once walked.
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Verse

Premium Member The Mystery of the Sea

Oh, the mystery of the Sea!
What treasures lie within your depths?
I stood upon the rocks looking out to sea,
And I heard the roaring waves
As they came crashing into the shore,
It sounded like a thousand voices
Calling from out of the past.

I could smell a salty mist in the air,
The misty spray felt cool upon my skin
As the waves splashed against the rocks,
The moon shone through a twilight sky
And reflected itself upon the water.

I stood there thinking of how the sea was a mystery,
It's been around since the dawning of God's creation,
Oh, if only the sea could talk!
What amazing tales she could tell,
About the mariners who sailed the ancient world,
Intriguing stories of adventure, mystery,
And romance on the high seas.

As I kneeled down with my hands in the water
I tasted the misty salty air upon my lips,
I wanted to say goodbye to a sea that has
Always intrigued me since childhood,
Although the sea began here at creation
It won't end until the worlds end.

Premium Member How a Blue Rose Came To Be

Once upon a time, many years ago,
There was a sweet and lovely -  red, red Irish rose,
That was plucked prematurely, from the garden vine;
A budding beauty, taken in her prime.

She was laid to rest, upon the death, of a lovers dream;
Upon a chest of ebony, where lie, his would-be  Queen; 
Lowered deep into the depths, of the church yard cemetery;
Her scarlet petals, wilting in the summer breeze.

Then the earth begin to fall, like autumn leaves;
Upon  her petals, and the chest of ebony,
From above her tomb, where stood the grieving groom
Weeping , weeping,  like a willow tree.


Then the sky begin  to disappear, amid that mournful cry,
As  tears - from above, fell from that lovers eyes,
And came to rest, like dew drops on that  Irish rose, 
As she disappeared beneath the earth, there in his grief below 
                                          
                            	 ~~~~~
		
In time, he laid a stone of ivory - upon her grave;
Etched deeply  - with the promise he had made:
To love his Irish Rose - forever and a day.

                                  ~~~~~

The years and all their seasons came and went
And a million lonely tears were cried and spent
Upon her grave where everyday he kneeled and prayed
And dreamed of her until his dying day.  


		~~~~

The epigram has long since faded on the ivory stone   
That still stands alone   upon her grave
Where from the million tears of love he gave
A seemingly impossible - blue, blue rose has grown.
Form: Narrative

Naked Dissent

Daddy always kneeled--
but it was Momma who prayed,
as he spread lips that couldn't dissent,
no matter how much they trembled.

She was always naked for him
bleeding babies upon the floor,
while he explored their cradle,
fingering walls absently--
assessing her foundation;

Momma prayed for simple things,
blankets and frigidity--
anything to create separation;

Where naked wouldn't matter
under the cloak of autonomy
and the only grasping thoughts--
would be her own.

Premium Member Beauty Unrivaled

I gasped at what had been concealed,
Its beauty suddenly revealed.
A bit of Heaven come to Earth
So awe inspiring that I kneeled.

The blended hues of gold and green
Enhance a most enchanting scene.
I drank it in, God’s artistry.
No man’s cathedral so pristine.

No other human was around,
My heartbeat was the only sound.
It seemed created just for me,
This bit of Eden I had found.

I stayed until the end of day.
Reluctantly I turned away.
That glory I’ve not found again.
Please lead me there, Dear Lord, I pray.


one of multiple first place winners
Form: Rubaiyat

The Broken Urn

Eyes flared in agitation
Damasked in utmost lament
The tyrants laughed in vanity
Remains of his mother lie still
As if the winds were holding their breath
The urn cracked and cold as night
Alone, the eyes softened
His heart a hermit of radiance 
Temples tingled as silence stayed
The unprofaned laughter now ash-shamed
Hot tears of fervor reduced their pig-headed ways
He kneeled to his mother as they gazed
In the urn she no longer cried
Even in the urn did she not abide


April 28, 2014

Premium Member At the Mountains of Madness

I hunger for crumbs that others discard
As I crawl through the sewers whose treasures I guard
I'm silent and deafening as on nightmares I creep
At the mountains of madness is where I find sleep.

Today's a good day, I might give you a wink
As you shudder and hurry away from my stink
And that's when the voices and longings increase
At the mountains of madness I find me some peace.

Don't worry, you can't catch what's eating my soul
No more than some pills and a shrink make me whole
I've pleaded and begged that I'd die or be healed
At the mountains of madness is where I have kneeled.

The voices are louder and I'm shrinking in size
I'm screaming for help but It swallows my cries
I want it to end but I'm tired and I'm stumped
At the mountains of madness, I finally jumped.

Date: 2016
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Morning Aubade

Love me, love me not. Doves flew; kneeled. 
Breaths of flaunting daisies yield. 
Across the narrow Irish loch, a leaven 
Bed of grassy emerald field; 
Bequeath, abreast 
the mountain crest, 
Beneath daunting, darken gray of heaven.
Love me, Love me not, seven doves shield.


8/1/2019
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Gracefully

I’m hurting inside with such misery 
feeling like death at times 
dismissive falling to my knees 
Trying so hard to make you happy with love and reflection 
dreams now shattered 
can’t understand these thoughts inside me 
Distortion is fogging my inner complexion 
Time seems blissful with every interaction 
You think you can buy my love that I hold 
relationship ended my love won’t be sold 
All I ask for is a simple hello 
hurtful responses emitting pain in my soul 
Do I still feel the passion as when we first met?
Inept remembrance in that secrecy our love kept 
This destructive relationship hurts me so so deep 
Never before have I been this oblique 
Transgressions aside you know I’ll stay true
Remember that time when I looked in your eyes 
exchanging our vows as making promises to you 
All that is over now as if it never happened 
Our lives were one with love and devotion 
now they are nothing 
as water ebbs from the ocean 
I’m not knowing what to do 
can’t hide my emotions 
I suppose with time you and I will heal
except with someone else 
which will be the second time someone kneeled 
Thanks for your grace
your willingness to be true 
always remember 
that I am always here for you 
Be safe in your passage looking up into the night 
if you ever need me my dear 
I will be there despite 
Be safe Be true be everything that makes you be you
One day another will recognize 
everything as the things you dream too
Form: Rhyme

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