There are two days I know
Yesterday and today
Yesterday laid the cross I bear
Cross I dared not to wear
Forever we stay, they say,
But the thorns stares away
In the pasture last known to stray,
Cradle land, a means to an end
Forgive me if I stray to forever land
For my kin, I bared my soul to fend
I gave my all and my all it took
Parting is luxury for tomorrow unknown
Final glimpse I begged the stars to hide
Evil stares where eyes dared not look
In corners cloaked by fear and stain
Mara Chantal@2025
Categories:
chantal, death, farewell, grief, poetess,
Form: Rhyme
Shantelle, I surely shan't tell-
I saw what you did at the park!
You gather up stones very well
and haul them away in the dark!
Shantelle, I surely shan't tell-
you sneak in at twilight each night;
the purpose I cannot foretell-
you looking for stones by flashlight.
Shantelle, I surely shan't tell-
your stealing is full of unknowns!
I hope what you do does propel
an upside from those shiny stones.
Shantelle, I surely shan't tell;
stone lady- your visits, dispel.
February 14, 2020
Premiere Contest: Shantelle
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Shantelle is a woman's name-
(from Chantal, originally)- means
'stone' in the Old Occitan language.
So 'stone/stones' is a required word
to use throughout the poem.
shan't - the contraction of 'shall not'
Categories:
chantal, funny, word play,
Form: Rhyme
Maybe one day everything will be alright
Maybe one day the darkness will go and I'll see light
Maybe one day my depression will be gone and I'll be stress free
Maybe one day the girl I miss will text me
Maybe one day Palestine will be free
Maybe one day, Chantal will say she misses me
Maybe one day my sister and brother will be free from drugs
Maybe one day I'll get to feel love
Maybe one day I'll get to meet my idol Eminem
Maybe one day people will say what they mean and be genuine
Maybe one day me and my family will be closer
Maybe one day I won't be judged for being bipolar
Maybe one day my self-harm scars won't be visible
Maybe one day expressing myself won't be so difficult
Maybe one day I'll be considered a great poet
Maybe one day, I'll understand love and be able to show it
Maybe one day I won't need to put pen to page to cope
Maybe one day, someone will use one of my rhymes as a quote
Maybe one day all of my pain will go away
Maybe one day this will happen and everything will be okay
Categories:
chantal, deep, devotion, dream, hope,
Form: Free verse
Baby Chantal,
giving her a lady poison
by her name...
Dad gets glimpse
of high heels running
out of his future
He sees her at twenty
in his mind with verbose lipstick
with a long name he can't pronounce,
and mouths he is sorry
for calling her Chantal
9/15/2016
Categories:
chantal, betrayal,
Form: Lyric