these winds that howl so viciously at me
won’t rest until they’ve gashed ripping me apart
then scattered pieces of my shattered heart
across the vastness of both land and sea
AP: 2nd place 2025
Catacombs that surround never freed never found,
Cobwebs that abound always there of their bound…
Memories that still hound surfacing in their drowned,
Morality that does mound accountability to astound.
Tortuous thoughts of their kill cryptic cries in their spill,
Scurrilous within their skill ideological upon their ill…
Foreboding amidst their fill revengeful of their thrill,
Digging deep where they drill deluging with their pill.
Inner voices that magistrate habitualists of their hate,
Minotaur at the gate languorous labyrinths of their fate…
Delusional in their crooked straight dreams that frustrate,
All this in a conscience crate pensive pious will inoculate.
Written...Oct.04.2019
My Favorite Junkyard-Contest
Judged Nov.03.2019
Writing Challenge - December -
Any poem NA'd in November 2019
Sponsor, Dear Heart- Wiishkobi Ode
Repost...Dec.03.2019
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Catacombs that surround never freed never found,
Cobwebs that abound always there of their bound…
Memories that still hound surfacing in their drowned,
Morality that does mound accountability to astound.
Tortuous thoughts of their kill cryptic cries in their spill,
Scurrilous within their skill ideological upon their ill…
Foreboding amidst their fill revengeful of their thrill,
Digging deep where they drill deluging with their pill.
Inner voices that magistrate habitualists of their hate,
Minotaur at the gate languorous labyrinths of their fate…
Delusional in their crooked straight dreams that frustrate,
All this in a conscience crate pensive pious will inoculate.
Oct.04.2019
My Favorite Junkyard
Sponsored by: Craig Cornish
N/A for contest
Contemptuous lover
confiding in the pale moon,
isn't loss a mistake?
CONTEMPTUOUS CONCERN
I’ve never held such contempt for a woman I love so much
I’ve never been so repelled by a lover’s tender touch
I’ve never woken up with dripping eyes for a true lover lost
And no other lover ever made me fall sleep feeling so tired and tossed
It’s what I find despicable about her that makes my smile fade
It’s what I mind when she does the things a preacher once forbade
The sun is ignited by the fire that burns inside of me for her
And it’s the agitation and aggravation she so easily can spur
It’s difficult to face the day knowing somewhere she exists
And so the darkness of my detrimental determination persists
For I am determined to scream loud enough that she can hear from miles away
And she’s also the reason I hold a heart full of hatred from day to miserable day
The lady may never hear of my feelings and soulfulness she stole
And before I met the heat of her heart I was still a man with soul
These are all the facts and admissions the woeful woman may never know
And as for myself even I do not understand why I still love the woman so
© 2011.…Phreepoetree ~~free cee!~
He poured his heart into the stock market
Had a knack for knowing when to invest
Tight with funds; should have had a straightjacket
Somehow he managed to avoid arrest
Passed a man living on a cardboard box
The tin cup still empty as he passed by
Though he spent his life trying to outfox
This chance for redemption he did defy
*Entry for Natalie’s Genius or Criminal Contest
CONTEMPTUOUS CONCERN
I’ve never held such contempt for a woman I love so much
I’ve never been so repelled by a lover’s tender touch
I’ve never woken up with dripping eyes for a true lover lost
And no other lover ever made me fall sleep feeling so tired and tossed
It’s what I find despicable about her that makes my smile fade
It’s what I mind when she does the things a preacher once forbade
The sun is ignited by the fire that burns inside of me for her
And it’s the agitation and aggravation she so easily can spur
It’s difficult to face the day knowing somewhere she exists
And so the darkness of my detrimental determination persists
For I am determined to scream loud enough that she can hear from miles away
And she’s also the reason I hold a heart full of hatred from day to miserable day
The lady may never hear of my feelings and soulfulness she stole
And before I met the heat of her heart I was still a man with soul
These are all the facts and admissions the woeful woman may never know
And as for myself even I do not understand why I still love the woman so
© 2011.…Phreepoetree
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