Quote by: Tom Woody Poem by: Mystic Rose
Every sunset closes the door on a day of pain and sorrow. And each sunrise opens a window to a fresh, new start. What will you do with yours?
A sunrise yawns and suddenly I'm born again, to hope and joy
within the windows of my soul a shutter opens and I slide
glad that the sunset has blanketed my body with marrows of dark
From blush of night to pink of day, I dance upon God's open sky
enclosed inside a heaven where even Angels sigh
happy to be part of a Universe I sit enfolded tween' the stars
Surrounded by God's love it matters not the time of day or night
as I shift from dark to light with eyes wide open true
I know that Mother Earth will open wide her arms to me and you
A chasmal moment of grace appears on the horizon to break the morn
encircled by flowers, trees and rivers, I know that life is good
no matter how many hours night throws at me feet
no matter how much pain or sorrow I feel, I will never be defeated.
Ferocious inimitably potent fighter,
The fictional tiger zestful might igniter;
Guard of the Antarctic primeval savage land,
Encircles by chasmal volcanoes, fire band...!
Nuwali, a bright tribe of dinosaurs era,
That changed millions of years of fauna and flora;
The big cat, comrade, and ally of the Ka-Zar,
Escapes wreck by Terminus, an alien star...!
Kiths and kins were killed by hunters of the jungle
Stives for existence and survived amid bungle;
Saves Kevin from foes and tended him as his son,
Secures him till adulthood; many wars he won...!
With his Pet Avengers, the dragons he tackles,
Each enemy before him, he calmly shackles;
Confronts El-Tigre, and Man-God; roots out monsters,
Blows out and keeps away all boasters and roasters...!
The power fight midst pet avengers and Zabu,
This leads them to horrible confrontations, new;
Suffers from infection by the zombie virus,
Archives his tasks, and becomes, for all, desirous...!!!
23 March 2023
Marvel Superheroes Supervillians and Superanimals Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
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In a world
Unwanted
The two were alone
Banished by the misunderstanding.
He cried on his chest
Hush
He caressed his supple lips with his,
Why were they to be alien?
In a world
Close minded
The world shut them out
Thinking that their love was wrong.
He ran his finger tips across
Tears
He confided in him
Lovers of the same.
In a world
Immoral
The words they always heard
Running away to take shelter.
He touched his rain dampened hair
Tremble
He listened to his heart beat
Drifting to sleep.
In a world
Cold
The hearts of the saved
What will save them from themselves?
He holds him as he's falls
Love
He's there to comfort him through the nightmares
Sleepless night.
In a world
Fire
The all burn
The apocalypse breaks through the sky.
They return to their apocalyptic romance
Calm
The hold each other
Welcoming the chasmal sky.
In a world
Barren
There are no more daunting voices
This void is eternal.
In a love
Eternal
Their bodies are no more
Their spirits coexist, there is no more judgment.
Where has the beauty gone
or has it ever been
those precious years were now gone
and all i see is this cruel sin
Has the young heart finally bled
is it lost to us forever
all those childish dreams and hopes have bled
to return to us perhaps never
How can it be that this is the end
how can we be satisfied
i have lived here in this end
it is in this life i have died
Here we lay our souls to sleep
here we put our dreams to rest
it is in endless apathy that we do sleep
and place our wavering hope to the martyred test
I cant go on for much further still
my body lay broken midst this cold
my heart aches on from the numbing still
who was i to ever be so bold
I have bled and died upon this threshold
i have given too much
i lay shattered and crawling over this chasmal threshold
with pointless hope as my only crutch
No more tears are left to weep
i am dried and spent
my heart knew only how to weep
like on a hot anvil it was bent
I cry no tears yet those of silence
i have bled from my last open wound
there is nothing but screaming, weeping silence
and for my part, it ends all too soon
of the Anguished Hero
by John Allen