a crowded glass bottom
sobbed empty on a vine
flowered look is stopping
pain's time for telling time
Lambrusco's weight mopping
a crowded glass bottom
circles make more circles
another one tastes you
metaphor lies shingled
its pass with my sinew
a crowded glass bottom
part they, my countenance
ruby shadow filling
falling through the chalice
it spills like heart would freak
a crowded glass bottom
when empty your bouquet
the dehydrating drink
in my dripping grape play,
the pressure of seeing
I should not wish for crowded grieving
When they solemnly carry me through.
Yourself alone, your shallow breathing;
A solitary tear shed by you.
Neither want for friends or family;
Nor do I wish for psalm or bland qouth.
Might this which holds all that's left of me...
Prompt a stifled sob to that choked throat.
When leave ye, then, this final setting,
As the cold Sun sinks beneath the brae,
Know now without remorse or fretting...
Loved you, I, than more darest did say.
When it comes time to throw the kink..Er i
Mean the king..Under the bus.' I think its
going to be found ( there is not enough
space'
Lol.))) To go round
Crowded streets awaken,
Coffee cups clutch tight,
Shoes tap a morning rhythm.
Rush hour, red lights
Glare down, impatient.
A sea of faces waits.
Greenlight, then a surge,
Let’s go!” the crowd exhales,
Pushing, never touching,
Horns a symphony
Metal snakes inch forward.
Wide chorus line forms,
Moving to the beat,
The subway doors hiss open.
Bustling atmosphere,
Shoulders brush, a glance,
Words lost in the murmur.
Serious or smiling,
Eyes locked on glowing screens,
Lost in private worlds.
Arms jostle for space,
The air, thick with exhaust,
The city hums its song.
Yellow light’s slow brake,
Another wave arrives,
The crowded street churns on.
a dead tree
wrapped in green of vines
seems alive
so a mind
news media bombarded
hidden in the crowd
What a cloudy day
Neighbors are getting too close
Stay off my Stratus
Crowded Desk
Room to write.
Writer’s block.
Pen to the paper.
Get to work.
Crowded desk.
Crowded thoughts.
These are your words.
Art to color.
Mind racing.
Document your life.
Be descriptive.
Be true, be different.
Crowded mind.
Take a walk anytime.
Clear the air.
Another poem not written.
crowded thoughts and broken minds
we think, we hope, we pray
want so much
Yet, do so little
Aim for the stars
but stay on the ground
beating hearts and battered bodies
we wish, we try, we want
give nothing
Yet expect everything
so much hope
much more despair
so much good
much more bad
who decides?
To live or to die
Is it? to try everyday
or try for one chance
and let go
waiting..
expecting..
ending.
Joy
One at a time
He climbs the steps
breath uneven, labored
Though crossing crowded streets
he's agile as a jaybird
why
why
why does
the room spin
ever so
slow?
what
what
what does
this pattern
of colors
mean?
muted…
fading…
gone
why are the
stars all just
right out of
reach?
and
why are you
tangibly
close, yet so
far?
here…
now…
I’m shrouded
in darkness
with no chance
at all
for
light
here…
here…
in the dark
—————
for the Gymnopedie No 1 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Craig Cornish
written on 07/23/2022
Link to gymnopedie: https://youtu.be/S-Xm7s9eGxU
alone
in a crowded room
people pass faces glance
void they are…
no thought to anyone's soul
or ponderings of creation
just shells walking in its grace.
in tranced is their eyes
full of diamonds, cars, caviar…
hallow be thy name
in lambs blood meek
bringing to the slaughter
man's greed
the only impotent seeks
15 seconds of fame
I watch the coming flame
a glow with hell at its heart, alone
in a room crowded n doom
as people pass
faceless faces glance
void they are, walking
in the last footfalls
of a passing generation
or dancing in the dark light
a ghost trancing finite!
alone...
Amaryllises fill the flower lover's small, white cottage,
In pinks, apricots and burgundy, near summer's edge.
Written on: 2/5/2022
For: YOUR BEST RHYMING COUPLET, #4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS
Highways and overhead bridges
Stretched like arteries and veins
From the heart of the city
Branching off to near and far
Like that of a gigantic octopus
Apartments, condours, administration centres, shopping malls and business centres
Rising up like the many organs of a body
Advertisements, neon lights, lights
Scattered like stars of the universe
Gigantic projects and high towers hovering over
Diminish the prestige of man
Pushing aside the pride of nature
Congesting heavy traffic
Exert man for patience and tolerance
To build a new city over the old one
Is not that simple after all
Too much for a mould
Will finally cause it suffocated
Drowsiness envelopes...
Under a starless night
Where light from an old tungsten bulb
Faintly penetrate a tree's thin leaves
My mind seeks a nostalgia I never seemed to find.
A faint cold breeze blew,
Whispering memories of a distant past...
I yearn for the wind
For the rain and the storm
Though it reminds me of a certain death...
My Death.
Graceful flamingo flocks prance into spring,
And trees budding green host hordes on a wing.
In pine trees, squirrels scamper to sunshine,
And dragonflies and blooms grace the tree line.
Crickets chirp whole summer nighttimes away,
Then vast herds of elk run all through midday.
Butterfly bliss means pink mass migrations,
While enthralling people teem proud nations.
Through mountain meadow, vale, forest and sea,
Spring's bursting all over, warm and carefree!
Written on 3/21/2021
For: Rhyming Couplets Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
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