Flames sweep through the boles.
The dying, blackened forest
chars, withers, and burns.
Boneless tongue
Breaking heart
Like a drum
Beating starts
Curses curled
Painting pain
Verses hurled
All in vain
Name calling
Verbs abused
Heart falling
Words used
Start with N
End with grin
Worse shaming
To offend
Soul of gold
Blackened skin
Be so bold
To defend
Words absurd
Can’t break in
God’s true herd
Despite sin
Thundering roar turns into scream
as it simply can give no more
push it on a little more
as every bit of thrill obtained
in release it drops off
as the scream quickly fades
and the pounding of the blood
to contemplate thought gives way
leather blacken by hard use
through many years once again
quickly moves to the task
presses quickly with eagerness
reset now once again
grows in new the thundering roar
quickly grows into the scream
as the blood pounds once again
wind does tear at tender flesh
streaming eyes and whipping curls
roaring off into the night
the biker goes on their ride
Through charcoal outer
Light breaks through
The after-fire
All flesh renew
Still tender as
Not toughened yet
But fresh to view
With no regret
Complex review
As furnace white
Has tempered hopes
Of burnished bright
But love remains
No smoke or stains
A rich encounter
Not sorrow chains.
3rd September 2023
Contest: NO 1241 NEW POEM ONLY
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
oh nostalgic torment
How I miss it
you hated me didn't you
But your hate did nothing to me
It meant nothing to me
Then you tried to love me
But it was
Way too late
Maybe I once cared
About the bond we shared
Maybe I once craved
Your presence
But all I can see
Is nothing but your pretence
Your fake lives
Hidden under the influence of alcohol
Swept under the sniffs of drugs
But never again
Never again
Would put myself
In such dangerous hands
I've seen a man
Who lied in bed
His soul was deepest black
I've seen a girl
He wanted dead
She never did come back
Maybe she did die away
Like the man, to a heart attack
Maybe she’s alive today
Like the man, still lifts her back
I’ve seen a man
Who died in bed
His soul was not of black
His soul was white
For he had no might
To take all the colors stacked
But a man who lied in bed
Can live on instead
When no color is lacked
One day his soul
Will go on to pour
Every color, all in tact
And when he sees his precious rainbow
He never will turn back
A cobwebbed threshold
of her festering wound.
The foul rush of shadow and abandonment
spoiled just beyond recognition.
Embers of a chaotic ritual
and venom searing vehemently
through the flames of her blackened heart
becoming death’s latest rendezvous.
Darkness has a tight grip on her
even light refuses to set her free.
Her kissed curses were sinfully forgotten
though her lost heart still beats.
*I wrote this poem on April 7, 2021, as part of a ’30 days of poetry’ challenge. This was day 7 and the prompt was:Write a poem that embodies a very strong emotion. Can you guess the emotion I was going for? Let me know…
Soul stitching,
Where does the needle go?
Heart mending,
Where does the solder flow?
Piece by piece,
The picture is complete,
Line by line,
The book is written.
Step by step,
A mile is complete,
Brush strokes and smudges,
The painting is done.
Nature has a voice,
Nature speaks,
There’s a clarion call,
We’re too troubled to hear.
There’s a message,
Dawn harbingers it,
There’s a cry,
Twilight amplifies it.
An ailing mother,
Abandoned by her children,
Frail and listless,
Her hope is threadbare.
Let’s arise from our ashes,
Strengthen our tired wings,
Save her sinking ship,
For we’re onboard this vessel.
October 10, 2022.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 18 Poetry Contest,
Mark Toney.
Wings,
springs and metallic Strings
flesh and bone;
Nails...
In stone.
Sliver shone;
On Blackened Sand death has ran…
Skulls and auto things; blood and sweat...
Blue tears flown
across a desert of Red;
Alone.
Death had ran
under a dark sun
with wings made
of Sting and Metallic Springs!
in tube on palette
black is color's negator -
absorbs light makes night
blacken bones
ghostly galleons roam
sail endless seas dark
deep the night washes
over each soul
that ride waves deep
drive the secret engines
of the damned cross
hidden highways
of immortality
black and bones
broken stones
branches dance
in a child’s pure
sleep like lost cries
drift from a distant dream
all blacken bones
shown like deities
ghostly galleons sail
in the endless seas
through the dark deep indigo night
restless dreams driving
inferno machines
across realms of the unseen
heading into the oncoming infinity
How often do these tiny blooms
Of sorrow fill my soul?
In songs of fire lit long ago
Left burning by the snow.
How often do these solemn dreams
Speak of my troubled soul?
And sink my heart ten depths apart
From blackened tainted ores.
How often does my ship set sail
To silent, placid shores?
But sing to me of sirens' song
To pull me down below.
When mankind fights
It's not only the participants that bruise
As my heart turns like stone
All i feel has gone cold
So much burden on my mind to bear
And yet destiny seems like its going nowhere
Only pain and wasted days i feel becomes of me
Like a useless, withered and cut down tree
No way out, no im never free
Knowing not what to do with this knowledge thats been given to me
Chosen one lacks the sun
Hear my thoughts as they drive me into insanity
Gloomy was my mood already, my energy tapped
The shades refused any effort to let the sun in.
I had become a zombie all day emotionally strapped
Ready to snap and snarl without knowing why
The dog knew today would not be a win-win
I peeked to watch blackened silhouettes fill the sky
They appeared angry, unforgiving, and furiously mad
I opened the door once to let the snooty cat in
The three of us curled up in our blankets, determined to be sad
To waste a whole day like this is probably a sin
Written for Linda Loo’s Rhyme Poetry Contest
June 25, 2018
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