Best Seep Poems

Across the bridge

In to the depths

Of the other side

I felt the faint prickle

Of something

Not alive

 

Moondust felt it too

Of cold winds

Tattered cloaks 

Blowing through

 

Moondusts’ horse

Whose name is known only to her

Shivered and snorted

The rising cold air

 

Let us leave this place

My longbow unsheathed

Arrows of...

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mint leaves seep in the
bottom of the white tea cup
forming our futures...

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Weeping, my tears do seep, into rivulets so deep 
Abseiling, down my cheeks further, they do creep

Making their final deathly leap fall onto my breast
Thus, invited into my open torn heart as its guest 

My emotions, again sent around, this broken soul
Until once again, this...

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A thousand times I've made myself
Into an interprative lie
A thousand times, a million words
That never will quite die
But in the truth, so continent
Is nothing that cannot be bent
Within these words, this plenitude
Is nothing of an origin
Within these lies, one bit of truth
Is only found within...

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Life and love, joy and laughter
Is what everyone is after
Its easy, not very hard
If you just let down your guard
Opening your heart up wide
Happiness will seep inside
Giving you a strong sensation
Of warmth, smiles and elation
Lifting you right off the ground
Knowing that you have just found
The...

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As Low Midnight Sounds Into Sad Soul Seep

When aching heart pleads deep for break of day
As low midnight sounds into sad soul seep
Lonesome the solitude that has its way
When stabbing sorrows deny peaceful sleep.

Wind outside blows in, gusts of prancing pain
A cold that births chills...

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Seep is a leak, a loss, a waste.
Seep in a desert is a place to drink.
A seep pervades, exudes, oozes, contaminates and ruins.
Relentless and gradual, a seep in sleep
pervades, percolates and permeates....

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No warrior’s death is coming for me
no blood-stained sword will release
my foolish life from its hollow chest
so slow I die on this field of shame.
Stench of copper vile taste of metal
adrift I’m alone and battered and torn
oh that I could recompense my love!

No quiet wake...

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~ swaying to the zephyr's song with contentment, the seep monkeyflower ~




Date written: 09/10/2021...

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white thrush and white crow
fight which one's biggest outcast -
black sheep watches them

*The idioms “white thrush” (merle blanc) in French and “white crow” (belaya vorona) in Russian correspond to “black sheep” in English.

11.07.2019
Black Sheep Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin...

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