“From the debris of desire the essence of
lost love retrieves the hurt heart” – Quote by Poet
The glee of love embracing me if ever dies
My heart will feel it depart while it cries
From dire dust of demolished desire I’ll rise
time stops to slip in ebony night,
emotive clock freezes
eternal pathos in congealed instants,
silhouetted in the shadow of past,
smears the strata of darkness,
designed to disguise perception lattice
Enchanted by the mirage of florid ecstasy,
the flower in my desiccated heart blossomed
when your charisma drizzled on me
like the soothing rare summer rain of oasis.
The flame of my heart was stoked
by the breeze of the yearning spring.
Flaring beauty of glowing fresco flashed
on the beguiled blushing face of desire.
The wilted petals were dislodged
by the destructive dust storm of desertion.
The split flower saw the dreams in debris,
its shriek was lost in the quietude of desert.
As you drifted away from my stormy horizon,
thunder of torment ripped my forsaken flower.
The broken heart suffering mute pain I protected
for you to hear silence speak in emotive eloquence.
a dam gifts itself
to take tears to a blind spot~
tears will never give ...
Knock, knock, knock
seething at her core,
it's your older sister
emoting once more..
Knock, knock, knock,
bar that door.
She's launching missiles
in hopes of a sibling war..
Knock, knock, knock.
You've been there before.
If you don't want her angst,
then just ignore..
FICTIONAL POEM FOR CONTEST
I sailed through my pregnancy without a problem
We’d painted the nursery in pale blue
I was having
A little boy
I'd stroke my swollen belly every time he kicked
we joked he'd be a great football player
tragically he’d never kick a ball
no one knows why he stopped moving on my due date
The doctors could not save my child
Why was my baby born sleeping?
My precious son
You never cried
F I C T I O N P O E M W R I T T E N F O R
n/a in Fragmented Verse Poetry Contest
(n/a because the line spacing was incorrect for the form - now amended)
02/15/21
Emotive Urge
Emotive urge surges
either to converge on obsession
or to diverge through lamentation
or runs parallel with confusion.
01/15/2i
'20 Words- Max Do it with feeling Contest by Line Gauthier.
Your precious life they could not save
I’m standing by your tiny grave
My grief stabs me like a sharp knife
They could not save your precious life
For forty weeks I’d carried you
When you arrived your skin was blue
I never saw sweet rosy cheeks
I’d carried you for forty weeks
My bitter tears they will not cease
Born sleeping, at eternal peace
I’d waited for so many years
They will not cease, my bitter tears
All my friends say in time I’ll heal
But they don’t know the pain I feel
I’ll miss her till my dying day ...
in time I’ll heal all my friends say
FICTIONAL POEMSwap quatrain Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
06/09/20
the day you left me ,I stood right there.
an empty soul ,tearing inside my head
those dark bold eyes , edges that rised
just like a call what stabbed my twice
my cries were a vision of me
dangling, hanging from a silver thread
i just hoped she could have left , deep inside were the scars that left
empty , alone , i believe
limb to limb , i scatter to find my lost heart
just the one hit by a millions of darts
the tragedy of all was that i knew
i deserved a darker kohl that was much more bold
i died a little more day by day in the undershines of my gold
i bleed , cry , die like each night was a slowmotion suicide
a glance of you walking through that door
made me realize that i could see you no more
Tears fall; they cannot mask my pain
grief embedded so deep in my heart.
My stillborn babe, in death he’ll remain
our whole world has just fallen apart.
Taken from BORN SLEEPING - EMOTIVE WRITE
Originally written for Written for 3 stanzas only contest by Broken Wings
Also submitted to Any poem written in July Sponsored by Laura Loo
Now submitted on April 20th 2019 to Rithimus Divisa Poetry Contest Sponsored by Gregory Barden
(fictional poem written for contest only)
Originally posted on 07/26/16
You are loitering aimless crushing arrogant feral grass
growing haphazard on non-mowed meadow.
A rare chance to have a glance peeping through window
Perchance a happy happenstance.
I rush to face an emotive encounter enchanted on your elegance.
Moist dark sensation of wobbling heart to splash on daub of confusion.
Sudden gust making ripples on tips of crippled saplings
Butterfly flutters in frolic fashion adoring tiny flowers on thorny bush.
Romantic aroma roams wafting exciting ecstasy,
splashing fragrance on pearly passion secreting amorous nectar.
Rustle of breeze whispers your voice in my ear.
Dear, I am bewildered dominated by dormant wild desire.
Is it your voice or I am mistaken! You keep silent!
Feelings to flow in flood of bubbling blood craving closeness,
assuring strong bond neither mild nor feeble,
transcending folly of fast rash to fall in love.
Sally was an innocent 12 year old...
Innocent until she went to the park to meet a lad she'd met on line
She told her parents she was going out
was just meeting a friend
On that fateful August evening her life changed forever
Stripped of her innocence
Brutally gang raped by a group of 5 young men
A month later it was discovered she was pregnant...
In circumstances like these ... would you deny a girl an abortion
Fiction poem but I have read of events like this happening for real
Inspired by poem by Jacqueline r Mendoza
7/4/18
Sue’s two black eyes speak volumes
Tears form in the corners of her swollen eyes
Such sad eyes, as lifeless as a fish on a stone cold slab
Her mouth quivers as she opens her split lips to speak
But, with his clenched fist digging in the small of her back,
her partner manipulates the situation -
answering all the officer’s questions about her ‘fall’
Thankfully, this cop isn’t a dummy
from past experience, he can spot the signs of domestic abuse ...
Ventriloquist Contest
Sponsored by Anthony Slausen
6/17/18
I know your spirit is finally free
when I scattered your ashes yesterday
Cancer has taken you away from me
solitude is now the price I must pay
When I scattered your ashes yesterday
I said adieu to the love of my life
Solitude is now the price I must pay
I’m now a widow, no longer a wife
I said adieu to the love of my life
I look to heaven and I question why
I’m left a widow, no longer a wife
as seagulls circle in bright azure sky
I look to heaven and I question why
cancer has taken you away from me
As seagulls circle in bright azure sky
I know your spirit is finally free
New Poems Only Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
16 lines, 10 syllables per line
FICTION POEM WRITTEN FOR CONTEST
4/12/18
FICTION WRITE FOR CONTEST
For so many years I’ve lived with the shame
Kept it locked in the sullen depths of my soul
He took my virginity; I can’t be held to blame
I was so very young, just an innocent child
when he babysat at night and my body defiled.
He stole my childhood; I can never be whole
You've accused me of lies, bitter vitriolic lies
when I first told you of my uncle’s abuse
I’ll never forget the haunted look in your eyes
when the police officer confirmed it was true.
He confessed there’d been other children too,
you sobbed for not protecting me. It’s of no use
Rhyme time I contest
Sponsored by Laura Loo
cHECKED WITH RHYMEZONE
3/29/18
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