Framed Poems

FRAMED

A spineless society claims its might,
With echoes of empty convictions,
Chanting lies, then painting them white.

It builds colossal monuments of blame,
Raised upon deception’s foundation,
 And casts truth in indented frames.

It framed history, carving narratives to favor its rule,
It framed streets that swallowed innocence whole,
It framed parents, planting doubts upon their role.
It framed justice, bending verdicts to

My Maltese Framed My Life

Animals Poetry Contest
Constance La France


Snowball painted my life with all hearts
He would fill our canvas with his love
For twelve years we played our parts
Like two little angels from above
That were married like a ball to a glove

How a little Maltese captivated me
He was so faithful, sincere, and true
He would jump onto my lap and knee
And

Framed to one-1-s pleasure

What's the point writing down
Not your style, in eyes words drown
Under standing they meant
Maybe i should just try fent

Abdication

Shivering aspens side by side
Standing against the chill
Gold crowns all are wearing
Until their diadems spill

Framed Mirror

It hung on the wall,
like a decoration to adorn the home,
framed with the finest of woods.

this glittering mirror on the wall,
the abode of coloured memories,
the gatekeeper of many secrets.

we stand before this framed mirror,
struggling to conceal our deepest emotions 
but the mirror is no mirage.

the beautiful, ugly and obscure,
the truth,the lies and the in-betweens,
the mirror

Pride of Place

My heirloom- finest work of art

my mother crafted with her heart

after I drew it by a chart

on linen cloth stretched for the part

of filling in with needle- start

threads painting- happily impart

a picture scene that stands apart.

Now framed, holds pride of place so smart.


January 28, 2022

(This is one of the embroidered pictures my Mom made whereby

Scribble Pictures

Scribble Picture s
David J Walker

I learn no more 
then I already know 
When I pour 
The black words 
on white paper

reading them again
and then
	painting a picture
in the candlelight flicker
of scenes shown 
sooner or later

crushed by
	a single brush 
in the fresh hues of 
	various shades on

indigo blues
framed in a
	scribbled picture

Framed In Memory

Your face in the wind
the ebon hair enmeshed unbridled
some swirled wildly surfing in the gale 
some twirled untamed on the forehead
created a web of tempting pattern enigmatic 
trapping my mind in the tangle
lest the facade dwindled away in oblivion 
I kept it framed in memory.

Your face in the wind 
the winged eyebrows sculpted
one supine on

That Framed and Famous Day

With starting lines in measured meters 
Down back alleys we would run.
Asphalt drawn with borrowed paint 
Against each other’s clocks.

However matter what the speed, 
Our youth could not outrun 
The dimming of the light.
We ran with ragged t-shirts flying white, 
Battle-flags of poverty and youth. 
Swiss cheese costumes trailing 
From tanned-skin bodies. 

Cloud-like storms in

Framed By Memory

The white capped mountain
                    sits beyond the open field
                     wrapped in the blue sky
  

Metal Framed Umbrella

I’ve seen these clouds before
Like the uninvited guest
Who comes
Banging down my door

Arriving with little warning
To pillage and to raid
Wreaking much havoc
And raining on my parade 

This time I come prepared
I’ve found my own thunder
There’s nothing left here 
for you to set your sites to plunder

I face you with an attitude that’s flawless 
and stellar
As I

A Funeral Framed

The funeral procession 
Moved in silence
Through the empty lane;
Otherwise,
A busier street of,
Puddles during rain,
And those buzzing horns off,
On all by-lanes,
Gave no goosebumps,
As always.
	
The sumptuous ride,
of the fabulous virus,
Created fear amongst the masses.
The funeral of my friend too 
Laid off in silence.
Only a handful loved ones
Could attend her last rites.

I remembered, 
Those golden school days,
A few

Framed Love

Love lasts when a spark turns into a flame
Each memory now within a frame
It's over now theres no one to blame
The tears now flowing like torrential rain.

08.09.2020
Original Poem-Choked Desolation
Name of contest- 'Rithimus Divisa 5.

Picture Framed

there it hung
in some corner
old and forgotten
constant reminder
of what I'd lost



AP: 3rd place 2020

Posted on July 11, 2020

Our Best Framed

Once, while breathing an ideal moon's prime appeal,
my heart infused with long rained hues of feel for you.
Sadly, time blue-scored all joyous reels of love we knew.
I prayed for night to fuse my pain within Milkyway's zeal
that I might brightly heel from all your trashing of our two.

Divorced, you moved and our lives no longer

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