Wounded heart
silk lace burning dart
black dress slowly undress
smooth hard firm
soft warm touch
gentle subtle kiss
She listens well
he tells her all
His hands strong
her body his
a subtle lovely kiss
In the arms of a lover's dream
The sensual grace, up close to your smoothe face
Maybe to never to know the truth to my obsession
A home-boy,who loved his mother
Like a scene from some love story
I melt,I wonder, it gives me all the peace I need
I am in love, but it's like dry wrought in the brain
I am not making out in the back seat
Why does that feeling have to sing in my face
All the king's men and his women
Couldn't drag me away from
I live for that feeling
You give me
Please let me repay
Hug me, praise me, like me
Slap me, curse me, kill me
Destroy me so thoroughly I won’t have room left for pride
Open me up until I have nothing left to hide
Just tell me it’s love
And I’ll be your pure little dove
The gold ring slumbers on
the nightstand,
An unfaithful wife in a
broken marriage.
She walks the hallway with a
quiet tread,
And brings a stranger's scent
into her bed.
The sweet deceptions linger
on her tongue,
While all our sacred promises
are wrong.
She smiles at texts kept
hidden from her husband
sight,
And turns her back to meet
her lover at midnight.
The Architecture of her home
decays,
Lost in the fabric of her
deceitful, sinful, and shifting
ways.
Not forgetting the natives
who there once held sway
the factories and farms
of the blue and grey
made the country
what it is today
but his untold minions
and one man’s say
may destroy the Land of the Free
known as the U.S.A.
In the spring we're hungry
Dandelions are mowed down by the millions
We watch helpless in disbelief
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AP: Honorable Mention 2025
A broken heart easily destroys
The very essence of any man
Nothing depletes him any faster
Then what a heartbreak can
It will waste no time stealing
Everything a man has to give
Including his pride and dignity
And even worse his will to live
His friends will grow distant
Not because of his frown
But because they are scared
That he will drag them down
When he has nothing left
And is labeled as a bum
Even his family creates space
Ashamed of what he's become
The one's he thought cared
They no longer come around
He will be lost in his own life
Wishing that he will be found
He's filled with pain and misery
His life becomes a living hell
And nothing he does will help
Him escape heartbreaks spell
The devil is afraid
I told him to show his face
He's steadily hiding in dark
Plotting evil
Taking me unaware, he's a coward
If he can't get to me
He comes through
Those are close to me
I use discernment
So I don't hurt those that are prey to him.
His words are so soothing
But his heart
Is filled with hatred and deceit
Whenever he offers things
Which I know he doesn't give for free
Every gift has hidden intention
Steadily plotting to ruin or destroy
Those that are aware and confident.
Life can be filled with much love and joy,
what happen when people want to destroy?
We each need to find our place,
in the Howling Wilderness of space.
Away from all the hurt and pain,
where we can rest both body and brain.
We can hear the wild animal sounds,
taking us far from the evil peoples towns.
I grew from a thought
and yet remain unbound
I’m a bomb to man
from the day he was born,
never was his friend
so, I rob him of his youth
health and hope.
Yet, he says
I heal all wounds
and all wounds are decaying.
I torment him,
take away his family
then fade them away.
Feeling generous, by leaving
him memories of what was.
I govern him by controlling
his every decision,
regrets and losses.
I corrode, decay
and yet I don’t exist,
existing in the minds of man.
Man trade me for currency
and never promising
freedom, only a trip
to the grave.
He always gamble
with his life as
I loop him in karmic cycles,
blindfolding him and
throwing him in a maze,
a maze, he
just completed
now of which
he doesn’t know
and yet I don’t exist,
existing in the minds of man.
I have seen this phenomenon, all my life.
Pride is cruel, aged by the dark sin of vanity
Within humans, such needless, painful strife.
It seems to plague us, on all levels of humanity.
I know you are writing poetry and doing your best
Coming here strictly to be your fine, expressive self.
Yet to some, you shall never, never pass their test?
Remember, you are a poet and not a doll on a shelf!
8/21/2024
@Panagiota Romios
In days gone by, when people lost their minds
They used to say the time is out of joint,
It is a discord in the spheres that blinds
Our natural reason, makes us miss the point;
The movements of the planets and the stars
Are interrupted by some meteor,
Or Earth and Venus misalign with Mars,
Causing plague and pestilence and war.
These seem to be just as convincing reasons
As any that a rational man can find
For such elite establishment malfeasance
That drives societies en masse to lose their mind.
Those whom the gods destroy they first make mad
And goad them to tear down the best they had.
Don't destroy my beautiful day
The Azaleas are blooming, the chipmunks play
The roses unique, the hydrangea white
From the west comes an unusual clear, pure, light.
Mr. Atta, don't destroy my life and my day
Holy war drives you, ideals can't betray
But after work in the World Trade, 93rd floor
I was planning to surf off the Jersey shore.
Putin don't ruin my beautiful day
The fields are green, the sky a pearl gray
A missile hits a target, the target's my home
All I really asked was to be left alone
Sci-Rebels please don't glue yourself to the floor
The planet won't mend, but your hand will get sore
Whatever the cause, within reason please stay
So the rest of us can enjoy this beautiful day.
Please don't destroy my beautiful day
The sunrise is amazing across Casco bay
The sailboats come in, wheeling sea gulls cry
And though beauty must end, and humans must die
Don't be part of the problem, a runaway train
No peace for mankind when the fire's in your brain.
Destroy your mental health and your dark brain!
Kill your nervous system, mine is intact, and gene.
I am a gene, stay away, you are a psychopath fate.
A psychopath, a sociopath, a monster, and a fake.
You are not a Tudor of the soul! Only a bad tale.
Money and power-hungry living death. Killer scare!
Destroy my life
Destroy my life
Don’t live my life
I love you
But you haven’t a life
I need you
I want you
Beautiful singer
Be my life
Be my feeling
Be my impression
Get me
I am your life
I am your love
I love you
I need you
Feel my heart
Touch my life
Kill me
Kill me
Kill me
And feel my life
Get my life
It’s yours
Feel me
Feel me
And kill me
Without you
I don’t want to live
With love
Vilmos
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