Best Livings Poems
Skulking - lurks an unseen shadow
chilling both the heart and marrow
destiny - your dust of sorrow
Death, where are you
Nurturing an endless grudge
at life’s end the gentle nudge
of darkness’ - god forsaken judge
Death, where are you
Breathless creature littered path
a trail of tears your aftermath
cold hallowed wail of livings wrath
Death, where are you
My pain beseeches you dear death
free these emotions, suppress my breath
beneath your cloak let me forget
Death, where are you
©4/29/2018
submitted to – Rhyme and Refrain – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Broken Wings
Categories:
livings, death, grief, lost love,
Form:
Rhyme
No one wants love they only want likes,
freely protesting they haven’t got rights!
Raised by the system playing the victim,
that’s the ambition that they envision.
Say you’re offended by my point of view,
offending me when you react like you do.
Opinions upset and leave you devastated,
you grown up babies leave me fascinated.
People faking that they have mental illness
surly those people must have such an illness
People live lies just to gain your approval
that is a skill that says you are not useful
People who make livings posting online
they have ambitions for income decline
Kids think they know because they’re educated
haven’t found out their futures overrated
Twenty somethings think as adults they rule
Oblivious all adults were that age before
People are critical then hypocritical
inviting you in just to be inhospitable
Some people think evolution’s a given,
then why are the youth less evolved than a gibbon!?
Categories:
livings, age, people,
Form:
Rhyme
In a place called Wester Ross
An area in the Highland Glens
Lie fields of atrocities past
That deter the bravest of men
It all happened so long ago
On a bleak dreach winters night
A few farmers were staggering home
Until they stepped in, out of the light
For on this night in December
The darkness take to the skies
They fly in circles of seek
Plundering the livings eyes
What sets them off on this carnage
By the greying beams of the moon
Is a coven of darkening beauties
In death they pick their groom
Tied like decrepit scarecrows
An invitation they now become
The circling hoards of black
In gliding dark he succumbs
The last visions their eyes do see
In the presence of darkened skies
The image within their bodies
Skeletal in their die
Their ceremony absorbs what little
Light that escapes their dark
Lie fallow fields in the morning
Another community left in stark
She now stands in black attire
As if in mourning of her loss
This is they way the coven married
In a place called Wester Ross
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Categories:
livings, fantasy
Form:
Quatrain
A Soldier’s Plight
We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Wanderers in the present, future, past
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight
A pebble in the vision of their night
A shadow just outside the livings grasp
We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Sad echo of the tin-clad fallen knight
Heroes, adrift in life’s unfeeling lapse,
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight
Our eyes cast down, our scarred hands clenching tight
Warriors, still responding to the task,
We move alone surrounded in plain sight
We share the bond of those condemned to fight
Old battles that still haunt their daytime naps
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight
Our shadows pass with simple nod of kin
Acknowledging, in loneliness, a friend.
We move alone surrounded in plain sight
Invisibly we share a soldier’s plight.
John G. Lawless
5/26/2014
Categories:
livings, peace, war, , memorial,
Form:
Villanelle
There is an echoing whispering amongst the trees,
A deadly chanting’s whistling, of disembodied voices
Calling upon the living to beware, for you are entering
A no man’s zone, turn from here humanity,
Dare not enter look away in fear, for
Beyond this point of no return, lies the
Of the Island of the dolls.
Beneath the waters rippling edge deaths drowned
Children reach for them, these dangling dollies of dread,
With hallowed out hearts of evil intentions, enticing these
Fallen angels of innocence, and laughing at their anguishing
Screams muffled by their watery graves.
Cold eyes shine above, hanging amongst the trees,
Soulless spirits dancing on the evening breeze,
Calling unto the muted hushed.
Come play with us, they so tease, but the children
Are locked beneath this black lake placid of deaths
Nightmares, unable to grasp freedoms spiritual release,
As these plastic, porcelain jackals laugh down wards at them.
In the sizzling heat of the jungle thick, vaporous phantoms
Walk alongside the murky shore, tickling at the feet
Of the dollies, tormenting the tormentors, begging them
To seize, but are they not a child's toy, just that and nothing
More, a haunting reference to say the least, nay they
Shall not stop at their child’s play!
A suspended mobile of dirty cupie dolls,
Hangs on the limbs above the cradle of humanity,
In this island playpen for the spiritually deceased,
What a harsh lullabies song do these spiritually
Disembodied sing, unto suffrage’s children!
Tidal currents rush against the island shore,
Splashing, crashing with agonies pain, but
In this isle of the forgotten Neverland,
These spiritual lost will obtain the livings
Fondest wish to never grow up, but remain
The banished forever under the waves,
Of the island of the dolls.
There is an echoing whispering amongst the trees,
A deadly chanting’s whistling, of disembodied voices
Calling upon the living to beware, for you are entering
A no man’s zone, turn from here humanity,
Dare not enter look away in fear, for
Beyond this point of no return, lies the
Of the Island of the dolls.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
livings, adventure, fear, halloween, history,
Form:
Free verse
as builders spend pennies
flipping profits on houses
lifestyle gurus
show us how to fold trousers
and chefs under pressure
scream out all their orders
while people in need
are labelled as hoarders
and bookies fix odds
for the afternoon races
as judges cast judgements
on bizarre family cases
and contestants light buttons
to win mystery prizes
while traffic cops chase
young suicide drivers
and retirees escape
to a life on the Costas
as law firms inform us
it’s good to sue doctors
and super vets cure
lame dogs and sick horses
as folk with backstories
fail SAS courses
and dealers earn livings
from ducking and diving
while medics with agents
get judged Strictly jiving
and loan deals have small print
explaining their charges
while celebs enjoy cruising
on canals in large barges
and food critics chew
over masterful dinners
and. there. are. several. long. seconds
before we find out the winners
but when MPs dodge questions
on the numerous news’ panels
it’s proof that what bites
really sucks on our channels.
Categories:
livings, life, society, technology, today,
Form:
Rhyme
The bravery of wisdom
The supervisor of dignity
Disclaiming the indentity unknowingly
Perpetrating the life of the one.
The father of justice,
Came forth to intervene.
The dumpless of sorrow,
Carelessness,carefulness and cleanliness
Calamity sent for cheating
To bestowed the life of the livings.
It is the sorrow of life
Come forth distance.
Don’t be a victim?
Categories:
livings, absence, abuse, body, change,
Form:
Ballad
Nature of Life
Are you able to discriminate
between living and inanimate?
Can you draw definite line of demarcation
displaying ‘Life’ and ‘No-Life’ distinction?
Is there any boundary which
non- living can never reach?
Beyond that can life originate,
spread, flourish and terminate?
Earth, Air, Water, Sun: so-called non-livings
are responsible to initiate living beings.
Senses are hidden in inanimate more or less
to be shown by life in continuous process.
Microbes show little sense; plants show better sense.
Animals in full sense and humans in conscience.
In Nature, eternal chain of life cycle continuous flowing
through inanimate, microbes, plant, animal, human being.
05/15/16
SPRING STANDARD CONTEST by Brian Strand
Categories:
livings, life, nature,
Form:
Couplet
Three Popple logs still lie where they fell,
a log triangle; an overgrown dell.
One newly fallen and two not so new,
dissolving repose; beginning anew.
A leaf carpet, yellow, oranges and brown,
soften the lines between logs and the ground.
On white paper bark the sentences close
with woodpecker periods; bark bettle prose.
A Kingdom there lies in this triangled wall,
large for its occupant, really quite small.
The master lords over it all from inside
the soft hollow log; the northern most side.
A watch tower sapling, leaf bare in fall,
helps him stand guard on the barrior wall.
From height his shrill challenge, flickings of tail,
will threaten intruders, Chipmunks and Quail.
Busily covering food with the leaves
the cold winter wind just stripped from the trees.
Whatever resource the earth will provide
leaving nothing to chance, nothing untried.
Linage of mother and father infinite
protects the master, his spouse, his birthright.
Efforts required are efforts extended,
as long as the dell remains as intended.
His kingdom survives; the lay of the land
doesn't agree with the planning of man.
It's not very handy, not very dry;
tree limbs and brambles compete for the sky.
In man's absense the Kingdom's protected
by the miniscule master, pampered and tended.
Left to his care log border to border,
keeping with nature's natural order.
Cold urgent air of the fall is alive;
the scurry of creatures; will to survive.
Livings and dieings unknown to the whole,
lessons unlearned and existance untold.
The Kingdom of Red Buck so far this year
has passed with concern, some effort, some fear.
Blessed by not knowing the threat to his clan,
he can't know the depth of the greed that is man.
Categories:
livings, animals, nature, seasons,
Form:
Rhyme
Livings a struggle
I am a chameleon
blending in with life
Categories:
livings, journey,
Form:
Haiku
For a year l have been travelling around the world
Searching for the betrayer of you and I
I travelled to the four cardinal point of the world
I went to Burundi central Africa
Where river Nile was, I asked the Nile
Of the great enemy of you and I
Your great enemy is with you, said the Nile
I went to USA. to lake Itasca in Minnesota
Where the river Mississippi was,I asked the Mississippi
Of the betrayer of you and I
Your betrayer is with you, said the Mississippi
I wonder in solitude, who could be the enemy
I was unable to go home on that day
Because the day is already down, so I decide
To stay for the night at the coast of Mississippi
I heard a voice shriek in my ear
I woke up in my dream
Gravity pulled me high in to the sky
I heard the voice again in my ear
Oh! my son you are wellcome
Look down to the land of livings
I saw how people were causing destruction to the land of living
Hatred grown between a couple
Brothers and sisters were killing each other
Malicious gossip between two friends
'Do you now know the betrayer'
Said the lord
No my lord
Your great enemy is your nose
I was lost in awe and wonder,how could a nose
Be the great enemy of you and I,your nose
Can smell all these good foods for you to eat
And you are using it to breathe
And yet it betrayed you
Your nose can't smell someone malice at you
Someone of dangerous behaviour
If not because of your nose
Life wouldn't have corrupted to this level
I woke up from my dream
I realised it was a dream
And the betrayer I have been searching for all this while is NOSE.
12/5/2015
Contest: Workshop poem
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan.
Categories:
livings, adventure, allegory, anxiety, bereavement,
Form:
Narrative
One do not seek what brightness cannot reach
And one do not speak what words cannot preach
And not a class of his own has rights of one's speech
So shall rightness be gain to each of his own beseech.
To be of innocent reasoning, a soulful cannot deny
What words of heart and deeds of rights can comply
And so to one's joy of cry, to another a tearful decry
And to what it may seem, many have tried but gone awry.
So to say forth, a character shall never do
To seek of matters where it shan't be accrue
A forsaken wisdom we livings threw
And what to not hold is a challenge to not redo.
Categories:
livings, life, rights, words,
Form:
Rhyme
by Michaelw1two
blinding void,
unlearned mind;
weary empty depths,
the cry, what time wants;
in that night, after fending off,
the symbolic cords of livings order;
those eons, of fingers and hands prying,
giving innocence, to minds and heart’s bleat;
life like paper, upon such is penned whose words,
discarded there as waste, thrown down into life’s fire;
stoked coals, becoming ember red, resisting death,
mixing the bellows powered wind, smoldering;
yesterday’s sins into tomorrow's forever’s,
this moments offers, are hammered;
preciously, for then this peened,
creation, sorely cries out;
as life arises renewed,
and the darkness;
seeks the light.
May 2013
Categories:
livings, visionary,
Form:
Shape
Nature programs are all the rage on TV
The only thing interesting between you and me
Just one specie of millions
Livings in this pavilion
Imagine all the poop in our dungarees
© Jack Ellison 2015
Categories:
livings, humorous,
Form:
Limerick
How does one measure the past twenty four years
When smiles were so rare, drowned in many tears
Amidst trials and tribulations, the kids were our cement
Sadly glossing over our background with damaging intent
Trust went out the window, events were never discussed
Before I knew where I was, my life's in blatant mistrust
For many nights awake trying to decipher my way out
This I managed to achieve, now livings in with a shout
Separation, preparation, as I look to my future now
My flat, my music sanctuary, it's me that now allows
My future road I'll walk, but I'll never walk alone
For a Spanish Princess appeared, with I, she'll share my throne
This beauty who's entered my life, both to have a fresh start
I thank you my beautiful Lorena, from the bottom of my heart
For the contest "A Fresh Start" written Sunday 11th March 2012
Categories:
livings, hope, life, future,
Form:
Couplet