How would you like to envisage this transience,
now, that you have ascended this mortal realm;
Thousands of references under your options
now choose, with your gifted conscience.
How about the reference of an orphan
sheltered under the rich's shade,
wandering in the streets of merry families,
disappering as the nights fade?
Maybe the angle of a just born lover,
waiting patiently by her forever's bed,
as he holds her hand, whispering promises,
and slowly chasing his last breath?
And how about a trusted devotee of the deity,
a mother who just got sent
in response to her prayers, an apology letter,
from her beloved son's regiment?
Or maybe the man bearing the joy of his life,
on his shoulder so petite and trivial,
an anonymous griever, as they called him,
being the pallbearer of his best friend's casket?
So how would you like to envisage this transience,
now, that you have ascended this mortal realm;
How would you like to improvise these incidents
Written under destiny's poetic license?
Categories:
griever, allegory, analogy, care, destiny,
Form: Free verse
Here I am in tears over a story that’s never affected me
Baggy eyes from a grief that’s never even mentioned me and yet my own griefs don’t frighten me-
I don’t cry over it, I got over it-
I cry for others but not for me
I’ve realized that I don’t deserve to cry over my grief
Because my grief has convinced me, it’s just a happy memory.
Categories:
griever, angst, anxiety, cry, depression,
Form: Free verse
I saw that girl,the mysterious one
Who roams in the corridors seen by none
I saw that girl,the mysterious one
I saw her walk past the doors
Hair draped by sunshine, footsteps against the floor
The touch so gentle as she picked up a book from the floor
Her name became a mystery,her face seen by none
I saw that girl,the mysterious one
Step by step she walked past shelves,corridors empty and a dozen racks
A voice drowned in sadness swept my ears as I looked back
There she sat in a corner with her face in her lap
I saw that girl,the mysterious one
Picked up her book,wiping up her tears
Face immersed in books,creating around her layer by layer
The book she held became the book of a griever
She was incandescently beautiful and beauty was the least of her
Her eyes deep as a an abyss made me drown into her
Hours flew,eyes met,hearts drowned,pains felt
I fell in love with that girl,the mysterious one.
Categories:
griever, 5th grade, beauty, books,
Form: Free verse
Many claim to see her there with her knees up under her chin, her arms are delicately cradling her head as she dreams of his returning again
She is shrouded by the warmth of the fog off the ocean as it holds her tight, and it’s hard to see the tears that she has cried by the lanterns dim light
He didn’t die tragically, and she lies here just waiting for her turn to come, he left her broken and confused after he told her they were done
She comes here every night to remember the inflection of his voice, the touch of his embrace, and she materializes his vision into being by just remembering his sweet face
She pretends that he is holding her as she grips herself so tight, and she rests her head on his imaginary heart believing he is there but there is no one in sight
The only fault in this tainted memory, is that she can no longer hear the sound of his heart beating for her that way it once did so sweet
So, she abandons her post at the waters edge for the night, and she blows a kiss into the wind praying that he will come for her tomorrow and make all that is wrong in her empty world right.
Categories:
griever, grief,
Form: Rhyme
As a dreamer, I never once dwelled on schemers,
so, as a believer, I fell for him, a deceiver.
I became an anger screamer and tear streamer
until romantic panic lay me down as griever.
I believed his story, his strengths and regrets
which had me set to gently drift into his net
where hidden, as yet, were his sharp-hearted threats.
He spoke of love most profuse when he played to seduce.
I revealed all my truths, he used them for abuse
while running hot then cold to steer me towards confused.
Oh, he was charm, lushness and warmth, a manly steamer.
Then he was harm, harshness and cold, a heartless quiver.
Playing the fool to his cruel, is my self-debt,
one my brain did not deduce, nor heart now excuse.
Categories:
griever, betrayal, break up, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
Cinematic overture
Masquerade ball macabre
Stories from the pages of history
The winter cemetery
Abracadabra
Mountains of Bavaria
Hungarian rhapsody
Pearls of perpetuity
Threads of deceit
Born with two left feet
The shakiest gun in the west
Dracula and the dinner guest
Chagall’s whimsy
Frost like filigree
A snowqueen tale
The end of a fairy tale
Sleeping with prince charming
A storm is brewing
Brokenhearted sunsets
Sky with no regrets
The fairy tale must end
The beginning and the end
Morning apparition
The resurrection
Wings of wonder
Mourning’s in the eye of the griever
Tribute to Kim Rodrigues - title and every line are borrowed titles of her poems. I actually have a longer version titled SEA OF CHAOS.
AP: 1st place 2022
Submitted on August 2, 2021 for contest A BRIAN STRAND RHYMED POETRY sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Categories:
griever, fantasy, imagery, myth, surreal,
Form: Cento
Pessimism is a perplexive fine phase
Wherein orb-adversity reign the days
The darkest hours of the desperate gaze
Those evade to every pervading rays.
No option that he could, or can opt for
For everything seems futile to adopt
Where aspirations, stretched and left afar
As to no hope & despair, he could co-opt.
No desires can expect a ray of hope
It’s here; where ones looks grow sober & griever
Ak(in) the dark the vision strives severe
The dim, dull, dark valley strikes sans a scope
Optimism; the breath you take or inhale
Whilst the other is the one you exhale.
Categories:
griever, joy, passion, philosophy, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
I'm suffocating without you, my life breather.
Forever missing you, your greatest griever.
You created my life by the blood in your veins.
The color of your eyes, on my heart, stains.
Sounds of your laughter echo like thunder.
I cannot awake you from this slumber.
Your smile is burnt into my memories.
The first day without you felt like centuries.
Your last words were to me, forever, l hang on.
Lingering halo a top this angel, my mom.
Did God give you your wings? I need you to fly home.
I need to know that you're okay, wherever you may roam.
Just give me a sign, let me know that you can see.
My daughters sleeping at night, the Mom I came to be.
Tell me in my dreams, whisper in my ears.
Each day without you, is like a thousand years.
Are you in a place where you're with your Mother?
Are you happy Mommy? Do you suffer?
I just miss you, forever I will.
A hole in my heart that no one could fill.
Categories:
griever, death, grief, i miss
Form: Rhyme
Brian William Haw stood strong
He never quit his whole life long
His principles oozed forth peace
He strongly believed that he wasn't wrong
Brian's life was influenced
By his dad's suicide incident
After serving in the war
Brian now for peace convinced
As a Christian believer
Haw worked with young non-achievers
Troubled youth who needed change
So that society not griever
He soon began his campaign
One man political reign
A political protest
For his children's future domain
He was supported by some
Many saw him as just dumb
Friends of his cause fed him
Parliament gave him a down thumb
Parliament did not like his scene
Nothing tried stopped the routine
Arrest, court dates didn't slow
He survived on poor cuisine
His protest only by death ceased
Lung cancer his life did seize
Tobacco the enemy beast
Soon from this life gave release
Domain_a particular environment or walk of life
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Contest:One Against Many
Written: August 25, 2014
Categories:
griever, political,
Form: Rubaiyat
My Thoughts are Different
by Landon Phillips
The things I believe are not the same as what you believe
My thoughts are different and my trust is naive
I can’t say I’m perfect but I can say that you’re not either
So why bother to call names like a griever
Take your time and see the real world
Not too waste or spend time with some useless girl
The shadows of night come out to rest beside you
Be careful what to say or to do
The narrow way that leads you towards the light.
Don’t follow it if it appears too bright.
But you will do what you want- I can not stop you
As for me, I too the world must remain true
Categories:
griever, people, time,
Form: Ballad
Look inside
Down deep inside
and tell me what you find
in the bottom of your soul
Look in the mirror
stare at your reflection
and tell me what you see
in those bright blue eyes
Do the looks match your emotions?
Deep inside those eyes
I see a broken woman
a woman so low
on the verge of falling
deeper.
From the outside
I see a happy woman
a woman with a smile
on the verge of jumping
higher.
Look around you
All around you
and the people moving
not noticing your sorrow
Look in their eyes
glare for a while
what are their thoughts
about you ?
Deep in their hearts
They wonder what is wrong
a woman so withdrawn
on the verge of collapsing
Lower.
From the first glance
They see an ordinary woman
a pretty woman
on the verge of laughing.
Look deeper
into this extraordinary woman
a fighter, a lover
See the sorrow
taking over this great woman
a griever, a loner
Watch the tears
flood from this stong woman
as she breaks.
Categories:
griever, inspirational, lifewoman, me,
Form: Narrative
Spin your web, oh gentle spider
Gentle spider maker of wondrous things
In a hazy morning dew so splendid
With your sticky string so mended
Simple life is what you kindle
So concentrated on your quilt
A breeze runs past a cooling shadow
You sway, so gently, gentle spider
Natures’ humble weaver
The fly your only griever
Elegance your finest spindle
Content amidst a web you built.
Beauty streams from your elegant steps
Around you go gentle spider, tiny spider
How much more is the grand design
Reflective in your sticky twine.
A flickering of spirit dwindles
So precious as a flower’s wilt.
Longing to sit for hours in your presence
Waiting for heaven’s breath to guide me
To your grassy hiding place
To shiver in a gown of lace
Beyond the blossomed flower bed
You - hanging by your gentle thread.
Categories:
griever, animals, happiness, introspection, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme