Best Lurks Poems
What Lurks Within
I picture in my mind an old colonial room,
With a door to the garden where my flowers can bloom.
A window in the back to see the main house,
A leaky roof and the scurry of a mouse.
Mold on the floor and old bricks in the wall,
And a door in the back to the main kitchen hall.
A stack of hay to the left leading out the front door,
To the gravel path that wraps around to the front porch.
The smell of moisture in the air so damp and so cold,
I can get some water and try to scrub up the mold.
A mat by the door to clean off my boots,
I can get into the car to start my commute.
So much I can picture for this small place,
Nothing to hold back my imagination, but space.
-For Seren’s What Lurks Within Contest
A fright filled night is Halloween
Monsters and goblins make me scream
Scary costumes, some too extreme
An evil scheme An evil scheme
Red splattered shirt from fake blood stains
No! These drops spilled from human veins
Vampire fangs caused the victim's pains
His warm blood drains His warm blood drains
Night prowlers will lead you astray
With candy treats they tempt their prey
If you see them best run away
From haunting fey From haunting fey
Witches are spiteful and cruel
Casting spells with newt and toadstool
Halloween crones who spit and drool
Beware the ghoul! Beware the ghoul!
Reality lurks beneath the moon,
The reason for it comes, some soon,
Different religions, all have part of the tune,
My words find some derision.
Clear your mind, till you can see,
Expect, believe with sincerety,
The Master is, will come for ye,
It’s only your decision:}
His spirit from the bright blue sky,
a thought to maybe lift you high
perforate the heaven’s nigh,
but life is for the living:(
Don Johnson 4-aug-11
Emptiness pervades this room.
A barren womb,
Devoid of life.
Quiet is the light it bears—
Without shadows.
These four walls yearn for dressing
To yield warmth
For the cold and desolate
Spirit held within.
This is a fallow cell that
Awaits the dwelling seed—
A fertile family
Whose footsteps will cultivate
The pulse of life—
The embryo—
The promise of life.
What Lurks Within
Were it once a bright and honest form
Un-pestered by the flies now round it swarm
The purity be gone, though be deceptions fault
Un-blamed and yet desires could not halt
Offered such a power which man can only dream
And wore the coat, perfectly, seam to seam
Doomed to haunt and carry out the deeds
Unearth the weak and in them plant the seeds
Ease out the good that lives in every heart
Cause conscience and the senses fall apart
And with each take, his strength to reinforce
To change the destiny of human course
In plain sight, amongst us to reside
Familiar, has no need of us to hide
Innocent his face to all appears
His presence is not felt, till mind he sears
The curious be tempted, least to take a peep
That instant found new blood has he to creep
He draws you there with his, and your own sin
I beg, I beg, never dare, to see, what lurks within
Danger lurks around every bend
as one travels the leafy path
peril in each step now does pend
With every move we must contend
as nature rages with her wrath
danger lurks around every bend
Passing onward through life we fend
with the odd brush we fight off death
peril in each step now does pend
Trouble everywhere we contend
pushing we travel every path
danger lurks around every bend
Battling our way through we vend
no time to stop and take a bath
peril in each step now does pend
Sometimes peace found in aftermath
as we outwit the psychopath
danger lurks around every bend
peril in each step now does pend
Help with the struggles, man's faced with, in life on earth
As man learns life knowledge, instead of grasping worth
A passion to hold all that's seen, since his moment of birth
Is innate desire or thoughts, meant for direction not for girth
I find it ironic when man is compared to fish seen in a tank
To show greed's value, it's the larger fish that have the swank
Where man sees their struggle, in the fight for food and life
He fails to see expectation, the hope of surviving all the strife
Hope for a world at peace, not planning for war to unfold
Our future worth can't be seen in a tank, for it is uncontrolled
The expectancy in living, isn't calculated in the coins of man
You find it, seeing the children playing, riding in your minivan
Expectations may change, in your life's journey, here on earth
lost at times within depression, as sad feelings seek to unearth
Is an expectation of this verse to change minds or to convert
I only task all readers to think, expand this thought and reassert
Conversations, will help all reason, with trauma that's found in life
Giving men hope and an expectation, to survive this world of strife
(By GreatFaith)
My human heart fails me.
My soul is burdened with crisis.
And strong is it’s depravity,
Vengeance is longed with savagery.
They say it’s worse than this,
My human heart fails me.
The sorrow and pain exceeds thee,
And hopefulness isn't hard to miss.
And strong is it’s depravity!
Fear holds me in captivity!
My heart wants their blood to fall from a tree!
My human heart fails me.
How could I think so carelessly?
My heart says lies are bliss,
And strong is it’s depravity.
Doesn’t it know, truth is morality?
It’s feelings are valid, it insists.
My human heart fails me,
And strong is it’s depravity.
What lurks outside the window?
What lurks on the other side the door
What lurks inside this stone cold room?
What lurks in this silence?
Some beast cage
With the window
To see the happiness the world brings
To watch the sun set
Unleash its havoc
Under the moons watch
To return by day break
Back to this cold room
Back to the window to watch
Scared of what lurks just the other side
my curiosity coaxes me into sneaking in
to this cubbyhole built under an old robust tree
a rumor I heard, there’s a clandestine
so, I peep through its small and dusty window pane
I widely open my eyes as I could
while I’m surreptitiously gazing inside this empty room
the only thing I see is a barricade of wood
Oh, I think, playing hide and sick in there is still good
as I go around to find if there’s a small door
to my dismay, it’s locked with a rusty knob
then, I find another small window on the other wall
on big branch of the tree, I clamber to view the whole
watching all over again the void inside
shadows begin to appear behind the wooden bar
as they accrue, my braided hair rise up on both sides
for a high jump, I prepare my legs while thinking where to hide
their ears likely found on top of their nose in shape of cone
so creepy things they are, I’m so scared but I must know
are they giants or dwarfs who’ll give me their magic stones
or a black lady to transform to white and lurks me with her bones
while my whole body is reverberated with numbness
I hold on to the small branch of a tree with a glued grip
suddenly, a mother cat with her five lovely kittens
coming out buffing their fur softly with tenderness
March 31, 2013
Note to the contest sponsor:
My dear friend Seren, I’ve seen your blog before but I’m so sorry if I was not able to leave a comment because of time constraint. However, I vividly remember the picture because it was truly beautiful. I’m pretty sure it was one of your awesome paintings. You’re a very talented artist/painter and I was inspired to write a poem today for that beautiful paintings of yours. Thank you so much for sharing!
Fourth Place
Contest: What Lurks Within
Judged: 4/7/2013
Sponsor: Poet Seren Roberts
Dear Diary,
Once again I inform you, my sleepless nights continue
when slowly the dawn blankets the room I awake with you,
I feel the moisture dripping through the walls onto the cypress floor,
I know that there are ghosts, one... two... possibly more.
I sometimes see this little girl who stands near in the hall,
her eyes affixed on mine so young, so dead, so small.
And still there is another with eyes once filled with love
who searches below the cypress and into the attic above
He calls out continually though never to a given name
with outstretched arms whispering, " I am the one you blame"
Please Diary tell me, you'll help to stave my fear
as the ghosts go on their rounds, I need to keep you near..
I must go..I hear them....
will write tomorrow....
HIGHER CALLING
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John G. Lawless
7/11/2015
what followed Jesus while he traveled alone?
well... God the father yes, but following Jesus
to corrupt him, to destroy him,to defeat him,
was sin, was evil, was one who if seen
by any but followers, would cower at its evil,
and bow in fear of what MAY happen if they do not.
we see it every day, and shrug for we cannot see,
see the darkness that crawls lurking through and under
the shadow of religion, the very shadow
of what is Holy, is interpreted as on thing
and seen as another, seen as a whole other,
other worldly, outer existent, world.
and though we believe in Him
we all walk in its shadow
for we are not the Bible, for we are not of Holy
made in His image, found all over in His realm
and outside His world. but still living
in the shadow of religion
we exist, we live... but do we repent?
yes? no? speak only to Him
to relieve yourself of your earthly scars
to release all of the weight
speak only to Him, for we are
in the shadow of religion... His religion
why do we say we are Holy
when we know... completely that we are not?
we may belong to Him, but are we Him?
do not yell but no, He is us, He is what He is.
follow him and you will be free
do not say you are Him, for you are not...
you are not Him... continue to walk
on this path, belong to Him
but you can still walk in the shadow of religion
evil lurks here, so does darkness
but light is in this shadow, and no matter
what or where you are, the light in this shadow
is stronger than darkness, anywhere in this
follow his path, and finish off
ascending to the kingdom, the kingdom of Heaven,
of mercy, of bliss, you have endured,
endured enough, belong to Him, in His kingdom
let light live, for you will be with him.
DANGER LURKS
My muse is somewhat brazen and always most fearless
Yet takes no heed to my countless calls, I am scared,
Wanders the empty streets of the City, quite gearless
No mask has she with her, police angry, had dared,
Them, oh my in danger, silly muse has been earless,
Faced hovering criminals, pleaded, wrote SMS, am spared!
Entering Poem Contest
Each Letter Threads The Verse
Sponsor Joseph May
2020/04/25
Outer room perfectly clean
Stone wall
Four squared ancient glass
This old floor without even a spot
I open a wooden gate
Walk through a high arched door
Tools fastened to a wall
Knives, cleavers and a saw
A single glove made of chain
Sheets layed out on the floor
Large hooks hanging from the ceiling
They look like they have been polished
No evidence of blood remains
Still I can smell it in the air
I hear the click of the door handle behind me
Startled I quickly turn
Greeted with a toothless smile
Droopy eyes
Bob the Butcher asks
"Would you like more rump Roast Rick?"
For Seren's What Lurks Within contest.