Often thought
Never heard
Elusive things
Unspoken words
I love you once
I love you twice
And to another
I love you thrice
And if per chance
Those words unveil
A broken heart
Lies in its trail
Stop ! Stop !
Relinquish me from
Your relentless nonsense
That keeps me drowning
In your ocean of confusion
You're fast, furious pace
Makes me feel lost in a crowd
Your phony front fools no one
But somehow you manage.....
At least so far you have
But someday you will annihilate yourself
That's why I think
I'll get off here
Heart once whole, brimming, and spotless.
Once whole and held with delicate hands.
Delicate hands slowly slipping away.
Not ready for the loss of this embrace.
Embrace ripped away too rapidly.
Sadness strikes faster than a viper.
Sucking all the life out of my soul.
Like a puppet on strings, lifeless.
Being dragged through the motions of life.
World now dull, colors no longer vibrant.
Food tastes of ash, eating only to survive.
Sleep, a reminder of abandonment.
That first heartbreak always catastrophic.
Heart enclosed, tears building walls thicker than before.
Slowly healing the shadows of the past.
Heart not quite the same, left weak and scattered.
Left different, pieces missing from heartbreak.
Heartbreak concealed by her masks.
Walls now built to keep out attachment.
The hands of the clock do not tick,
they tremble.
Every second feels like a warning,
a drumbeat pulling us closer
to something we pretend not to see.
The air is heavy with omens.
The sky bleeds strange colors at dusk,
as if it knows
our arrogance has reached its peak.
We build towers higher,
we burn the ground hotter,
we pray to machines
and call it progress.
But deep down,
we hear it,
the grinding of gears behind the universe,
the slow unraveling
of a world stretched too thin.
This is the dark side of belief:
when prophecy becomes memory,
when chaos is not coming,
but already here.
And yet,
there is still a choice.
To turn away from the fire
or walk straight into it.
To keep our heads bowed in sleep
or lift them,
eyes open,
hearts braced,
ready to face the storm we made.
The clock burns.
The shadows lengthen.
And in this fragile moment,
I wonder,
are we doomed,
or are we finally awake?
Scarce thought held I for angel's hearts, though oft touched by their wings.
Sure the mind stays fixed from mortal parts, while to you an angel sings.
Then light pours down from heaven above, through virgin forest crown.
And long last seen through haloed love, the weary heart lays down.
And long last seen through haloed love, the weary heart lays down.
Chorus:
I'll never break your heart.
I'll hold it as the fragile rose, whose petals ne'er shall part.
I'll never break my vow.
I'll hold fast 'gainst the ebb and flow, as strong then e'en as now.
I never will break down.
While crimson'd cataract course these veins, I'll stand upon my ground.
While crimson'd cataract course these veins, I'll stand upon my ground.
Red lips told me, "'Twill break my heart, if ever you take your leave.
Should worldly 'fairs tear us apart, fair Heaven forever would grieve."
Then place your trust alone in God, ne'er mindful of the rest.
While angels tread that hallowed sod, to you my love is blest.
While angels tread that hallowed sod, to you my love is blest.
CHORUS
And I never will break your heart.
This heartache has been so sad,
You once made me feel so glad,
Yet now it hurts more than a tad,
How you left me to go slowly mad.
enjoying coffee and a slice of cake
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
His fever broke her
With such lying charm
Her spirit woke her
To his mental harm
Left that sad joker
I know it's not iambic pentameter but I was intentionally going for a 5/5/ababa quintain and Sicilian was the closest.
it …
was his favorite
a tiny, round, delicate bottle
its solid color such a dark blue that it
was almost opaque
but from where she sat on
the end of the bed,
the rising sun had peeked thru louvers
and focused one single ray upon it
morphing the deep navy blue to
a shimmering tanzanite
the little gold screw-cap now a tiny crown
and the whole thing like
a magic talisman -
“Je Reviens” the label reminded …
she reached out, grabbed it off the desk
and flung it hatefully at the wall
it broke with a glassy cry, spattering aroma …
she stood, smiled, and walked out of the apartment
their love shattered … with the bottle.
* For “The Perfume Bottle” Contest, Craig Cornish Judge & Sponsor. *
Tangled up in you
I remember the day I saw her,
running down the avenue...
Chestnut hair flowing in the air,
I was taken by the view
She was running late, ran by my gate,
saying how do you do....
I said, don't run away, come make my day,
turn my grey skies to blue
Later on that night, I caught a sight,
of that lady coming home
I said, hey my dear, don't ever fear,
'cause you'll never be alone
She stopped in her tracks, said is that a fact,
how can you be so sure?
I said, my love is true, and I'm true blue...
guess I'm tangled up in you
She stopped by for a spell, guess y'all can tell,
just how this story ends
She said thanks a lot, but you're not so hot,
why can't we just be friends
I said fine I guess, you know the rest,
she used those nifty shoes
I said I'll sit and wait for your return,
with my whiskey and my blues
the trouble with me is this, you see,
I'm still tangled up in you
yeah still tangled up in you.
soooooo tangled up in you.
It's an endless journey to find love and its meaning…
A promised destination that may never come true.
I thought my direction was on the right path,
until my direction brought me to you.
The distance between your heart and where I'm standing, is the same distance from here to the moon.
And, that promise I made I have just broken,
and love and its meaning are broken, too.
When I think of love, it makes me wonder
why I ever tried so hard
to reach the distance from where I'm standing
to somewhere in your heart.
Yes, I've forgotten the meaning of love,
and the moon is still so far away.
But, if every journey begins with a footstep,
then I'll reach the moon someday.
It's an endless journey to find love and its meaning…
It's a circle of confusion; it's the path long and dark.
It's trying to complete the puzzle that's missing the biggest part.
It's the flower without petals, wondrous yet left behind.
It's a world of imagination that comes from nobody's mind.
It's a lie that made me feel better, though I know it'll never be true.
I guess you could say this also the way I feel about loving you.
I'm often in a world of confusion, walking that path all alone,
and I know without that single piece, that puzzle will never be done.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so is hate and scorn,
and those petals that once grew here are now but bitter thorns.
So, tell me another lie but say it honestly,
and whisper how you really feel about loving me.
You didn't say goodbye when you walked out the door.
You didn't say you didn't love me anymore.
You didn't tell me what was going through your head.
I guess you thought it was better to leave some things unsaid.
You didn't say there was someone else on your mind.
You didn't say that I was just a waste of time.
You didn't tell me before you decided to go,
that there were some things you didn't want me to know.
So, I won't tell you that all I do is cry.
I won't tell you I miss you more as each day passes by.
I won't tell you that I wish I were the one instead,
to hold you close and whisper softly all those things left unsaid.
Like the earth that shakes from pressure,
Faults it cannot contain,
I feel the tremble from forces unseen,
Feelings of love not returned.
From the depths of my heart and the thirst of my blood
To the stars in the skies above,
I feel the tremor in your hurting soul.
It’s you who I dearly love.
You ask for questions not answers
And plead a single thought.
You say you cannot distinguish
The moments we long ago lost.
As I know I love you dearly
But cannot change my ways.
I wish you could stay forever with me
And never feel your pain.
I fear you won’t remember me
Fifty years from now,
But I’ll be thinking of you,
As the trees grow old and die.
Please recall my features,
Remember my voice and mind,
For certain we will meet again
In another place and time.
hello my little drop
come to paint my cheek damp -
to etch your dour rill there
and reflect her smile …
yet, you are only one
while the heavens weep wild …
let it rain … and be gone!
* For the”Let’s Soar With This” Poetry Contest, Nette Onclaud Judge & Sponsor. *
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