Nothing is what I feel
Empty was my world
I painted a picture, but it was blank
Blank imaginations, blank feelings
Dark and wild place I was in
No one, nothing nobody ever heard me
Skies were so near, could count the stars
The moon tried to smile but blood covered it
Anger creped in, frustrations and greed
Tried ease the pain but I eased my self
Empty and Emptier I felt
Bins couldn't be Emptier
Gongs couldn't cockles than I was
Evil brought the sunshine but felt NOTHING
Categories:
creped, absence,
Form: Sonnet
That Dark Black Hole,
Makes You Sad
With Darken Wall With No Way out
When You can Fun Because All You See Is black
That Midnight Hollow Through The night
The Dusty Wind, It So Do Blinds Me While Walk Through Paths
Being Creped Out By Hollow Notices Coming From The Back
No Door, Nor Windows To Escape This Hollow Blackness
Hopping For Light
That Demand Self, What's Out While Trying To Escape From Weirdness
Those Thought Goes Through My brain
When Thinking Think
The Dust ,That's All over The Place
It Blows, I'm Blinded
Can't See, While Trying To Walk
Fingering Plans How To Fine Away Out
Then See People ,But There Not People
With Fog In My Way,
"I Think There Zombies, Ready For Brain To eat"
Now All of A Sudden Got Pitch Black, But One Area
I See A Bathroom, I Can Finally Fine Light
"Hoary..... I'm Running Fast Best They Eat Me
I Funning Like The Wind
I'm Almost There,2 mines before LIGHT
I'm Here, I'm Here!
No More, Darkness ...!
Categories:
creped, blessing, cool, crazy, dark,
Form: ABC
It's ever present behind our minds
A truth that is a leaded cloud.
The Reaper is concocting designs
Tailored for a black-creped shroud.
In the midst of joy and lightness
There relentlessly lurks the fact
That our moments of brightness
Are but a blink in life's short act.
Subdue those fears with a smite!
Dance in the sunlight of each day.
Banish black musings with might
And with laughter keep them away.
Exalt for having been a living being.
Celebrate the sweetness you knew.
Praise God for hearing and seeing.
Be fulfilled when earth life is through.
Categories:
creped, death, life,
Form: Rhyme
Hours before tolls rang of Christmas midnight
My godchild quite young, cuddled me real tight,
Above, he pointed at the biggest star
Then named it after me, brilliant from afar.
My heart sang with his boyish thoughtfulness
Amidst revelry, cheers started to progress
Tidings and food graced the house and pine tree;
Opening gifts on eve of jubilee.
Beside my loot stood a wobbly paper bag
With drawings my fingers had to untag
Surprised, I murmurmed my holiday wish;
Inside was a handmade star on creped varnish.
Teary-eyed, a note of love written down
Across a pad trimmed with bows all around;
His precious gift made breaths rise, to exhale
Oh, from a child who couldn’t rightly spell!
Contest: Deb Wilson's The Perfect Christmas Gift
Poet: nette onclaud
Categories:
creped, christmas, giving,
Form: Couplet
As the daylight struck,
as I walked into the park,
with the sun glazing,
in the eyes,
I saw a pretty girl swinging on the swing,
With twinkling eyes,
And tiny ears,
as soon as our eyes met,
she stood up,
on her high heel sandals,
and began walking away from me,
from me,
Was she shy?
I wondered,
I looked at her again
and again,
still walking gracefully,
away from me,
away from me,
wondering whether she would return,
I waited and waited,
until the moon creped out,
in its full glow,
wondering would she return to the park again,
as the moon glowed ,
with all its might,
but she never, never returned,
Was it love?
Or was it romance,
I will never know,
It ever again!
Categories:
creped, childhood, lost love, love,
Form: Free verse