Love is below
cause of shadows
build to leave
above in time
see the movement
find peace to a hand
show the move and smile
lights go dim see believe
space and defended
help to open the bread
heads and minds behind
poor of delf defeat actions care
dress spirit and climbs
beautiful and at passion
walk to the car or bus rush hit
smoke and cough to get slow
opinions of difference
used up wait hold life
beer to alcohol and survived
hair and dress to really impress
power and easy street hard to receive....
Categories:
delf, addiction, allusion, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Isn't this all I wanted?
But why do I still feel haunted?
Flashbacks echoing in my mind,
Stop it now, just leave those memories behind.
This residential terrible memory lanes,
Runs through the veins in every part of my brain.
The more I search for myself,
The more I found myself in those deep and neverending delf.
In these journey to find happiness,
I surely discovered the stagnant and dormant state that drowns you into emptiness.
They say, that channel your energy into the right direction,
And you'll find answer to all your questions.
But do I need an answer to this cursed life?
Which has already turned into a hellish rife.
Through the needle of understanding I manage to gather,
I try to weave the threads of my soul, emotions and thoughts all together,
But then, suddenly the grip of my needle loosens,
And these threads remain unwoven.
Categories:
delf, anxiety, dark, death, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Isn't this all I wanted?
But why do I still feel haunted?
Flashbacks echoing in my mind,
Stop it now, just leave those memories behind.
This residential terrible memory lanes,
Runs through the veins in every part of my brain.
The more I search for myself,
The more I found myself in those deep and neverending delf.
In these journey to find happiness,
I surely discovered the mutual and dormant state that drowns you into emptiness.
They say, that channel your energy into the right direction,
And you'll find answer to all your questions.
But do I need an answer to this cursed life?
Which has already turned into a hellish rife.
Through the needle of understanding I manage to gather,
I try to weave the threads of my soul, emotions and thoughts all together,
But then, suddenly the grip of my needle loosens,
And these threads remain unwoven.
Categories:
delf, depression, emotions, fate, grave,
Form: Rhyme
Panic’s on the prowl and I’m about to cower;
surely my sanctuary is a strong tower!
There ample assurance abides to meet my need;
there relief returns, from dysfunction I am freed.
Though maladies may threaten still I rest therein;
healing takes place and restoration can begin.
Like a landmark lighthouse, beacons define my path
while I probe for pointers preventing panic’s wrath.
To say my sanctuary is a place of rest
that’s understatement, hyperbole’s arrest.
When I’m feasting on fame and fortune’s Porterhouse,
I’m inclined to forget, am I woman or mouse?
When success has supplanted signs of a shoo-in,
in my tower, I still ponder risks of ruin.
My sanctuary saves me, mostly from my self;
He stops my shovel’s dig, backfills the dreaded delf.
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August 18, 2020
Silent One: Sanctuary Poetry Contest (couplets)
Author's Notes: a delf is a mine, a quarry, a hole, or a grave.
Categories:
delf, 11th grade, angst, grave,
Form: Couplet
The government owns my soul derwhile
Their promises to my delf
Their order dare-find where place would mount
When clotters are claised ornount
That all the time I spend on them
is claytoring to their mount
When all of the time they tend to lend
is batering to ware out
When all of the days I lend to them
has calling I'd chase stern out
For all of that's left or chased of them
makes all of our takes work out
Categories:
delf, analogy, philosophy, prison,
Form: Quatrain
Dactylic Hexameter
My love for family I do not hide or set high on a wooden shelf.
Baubles of life are here having a jot influence over a rime of things.
One hawks a sweeter enticement diverting us like a small candy elf.
Placed in a closet of my heart it offers now no threat to inner self.
Booty that makes us rich seems a bit ornament gaining a shoddy pelf.
Family time is togetherness knowing the pleasures it often brings.
We talk but nothing unusual like blue and white on ceramic delf.
Time for a lady and children as husbands sit talking as royal kings.
Categories:
delf, family,
Form: Triolet
Fresh wounds contain some tiny grains of salt,
At night in dreams I see ears of rye,
I was never afraid of pain or fault -
Just of lies.
Forever's index on cover's body.
Two gypsies in a fast cart in delf,
Have never wished death to anybody
But to self.
Categories:
delf, spiritual, suicide,
Form: Lyric
Only a few moments of a peek into your beauty,
Both my heart and head plunged for the bootie.
Emotions, of my heart, I could still keep inside,
But my heart beating for you, how could I hide?
Life with you, each moment, I felt complete,
Sure I did not waste my precious life to deplete.
‘I am breaking up with you’, you said repeatedly to me,
You searched your freedom; I lived by your essence in me.
I was not, you know, the one to bicker and fight,
Clear was my conscious and wished your future bright.
I myself broke my heart into pieces infinite, therefore,
Left me no cause to plead, before you, anymore.
This was my way of doing and taking it upon myself,
Your happiness was dearer even if my heart became a delf.
Sonnet: 14 lines
Contest: I did it my way
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Date: 13.06.2014
Categories:
delf, break up, lost love,
Form: Sonnet
light has always reminding me about truths...
hope z always dere in my heart...
makin my own destiny lyk sm odrs..
n a man who z god himself n my world impart..
a man who forgives my mistakes..
a man who gives me a protective delf..
a man who selflesly allocates..
a man who z god himself..
nthin cn break his promises..
a surity which cn be seen in his face..
nthin cn touch his goal n tame it..
becoz he hs faith on me n it wl brace..
smone who dnt take wrong decisions..
becoz things breakdown if u dnt care of a shelf..
smone who wnts to c odrs hapynes..
becoz he know the priority of god himself..
love pari
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Categories:
delf, boyfriend,
Form: Romanticism
Bearing the laws once carved out in stone
there lies a treasure, safe on my shelf.
Countless promises, most yet unknown,
are found in this book like ore in a delf,
unopened, unmined - its knowledge I postpone.
Gathering dust, this idol, my "golden calf"
catches my eye but I leave it alone.
Blessings buried, how the devil must laugh.
Durable leather, skillfully sewn,
intricate artwork, many a graph,
elegant gilding, the author disowned.
Bare truth that can part the wheat from the chaff,
songs that could lighten heartache's sad drone,
message of hope written for mankind's behalf,
but bound by neglect, its mercy cannot atone.
Blessings buried, how the devil must laugh.
Categories:
delf, 11th grade, bible,
Form: Verse
After the lights gone down and none's around, i think of you. And all we used to do. You
had me and i was there. I fell into your trap, but all you did was laugh, like i was a
joke. But i was filled with hope; that you were different like a spring breeze in the
air, but i choked on despair. I couldn't figure it out, with feelings of delf-doubt. And
i tried to shake it out and let you go, but you won't, you won't just go! I heard that
song on the radio that you like so much, and it made me miss your touch; and the way
you smiled, that could go on for miles and miles. And then all of a sudden; i felt the
pang of shock! That i fell for an illusion that i wanted to turn into reality,but you
casually slipped into the dark. That left a stain on my heart. With questions'
unanswered, that felt like a dagger missing it's mark.
Categories:
delf, lost love, me,
Form: I do not know?