She stood there in the limelight shining bright
But her mind couldn’t make her raise her eyes
They gathered ‘round her callin out her name
And she thought “Is this the price of Fame?”
See, her body bought her rings and chains
But the chains brought on depression, lots of pain
To ease the pain, she turned to weed and Caine
So beautiful and such a shame
She met man who paid to tell her what was stressing him
Before she knew it; she had slept with him
Did it once and then she did it again
In due time she had laid with different men
She thought she would just strip to pay for classes
Didn’t see her future through her Third Eye lashes
Everyday she cried tears through her D&G glasses
Only twenty and a good girl gone backwards
Weeks pass by, nobody’s heard from her
Tears in the eyes of her son and daughter
Mama wondering where she went wrong
Black girl lost, the same old song
She prays and prays, but she knows the reality
To the streets she became a casualty
Told her to stop, cause she had a vision of the O.D.
Mama won’t open her eyes cause she don’t wanna see
Her baby dead so young, Rest In Peace
This place, less stable than an earthquake
Leaders laugh at struggles, sipping dark red Sicilian
"Where's our newest martyr going?"
Because dead kids don't talk back
But little do they know, he's slipping out
Dug a hole in his cell like he's in Alcatraz
He writes me thoughtful letters, sealed with kisses
Blood of a warlord, said his grandfather's name is known
He thinks I don't remember poor sweet Giorgio
But that's fine, I suppose, he's only looking out for me
I'll sit beside him on the leather throne one day
But dead kids can't tell stories, can they?
So, he's been staying extra hidden
That way when the guards look over their shoulders
They see nothing more than a cloud of movement
Blocks their vision better than tear gas
God, his grandkid's a genius of a young man
They used to sing about half-hanged Giorgio
Now his family, they're dancing in the limelight
Cherishing those exotic genes, perfect for heroes
Condemned to fates worse than eternal torture
Now, as we escape into the starry sky
And I lean in to kiss him
Giorgio, you've got quite the grandson
Massimo, the love of my horrid life
Stood in the limelight
In grand throes of ladyhood
A debut laced with roses
Dancing with father,
Tears mirrored end of young play
An age of innocence, done
Just Two in One Spree Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Poem written: Oct. 2, 2025 22.25
When Eyes keep finding You
In spite of training the Heart not to
It turns out to be a futile effort
to even think of parting from You
When Days turn into Months
yet your Thoughts keep leaving impact
when ignorance makes me observant
and pay more respect towards You
When your voice shines out of all
I end up believing to be more sensitive
when it's Something about You
It feels important to listen to You
I see light in your mere presence
even when you are actually absent
like tokens of brightness in the dark
You give off hope, leading the right path
So, to tell you the truth
My world does revolve around You
I'm just an observer
always there for You,
and You're in the limelight
always the centre of my Life!
Only
a coin toss
standing
between them
Fame
the divider
with fans
to embrace
Caught
in the essence
as twins
symbiotic
One
in the limelight
the other
— ungraced
(Dreamsleep: July, 2025)
Lie to me but only on stage,
believe me I need to trust you.
I will be riding a rampage
if I have a reason not to.
Entertaining the payment due
is not a show you would enjoy.
Prior to speaking catch a clue.
Leave it in the limelight, Playboy.
For each picked lily there are paper flowers that wish to come alive.
By Author
the moon's light
sparks the night
love takes flight
lilies unite
lilies delight
lilies sway right
and hold tight
Faces are bright
at their height
Two blooms excite
in the limelight
1/31/25
connie pachecho
Failure was just a steppingstone to success
Every loss brought you a step closer
Now your picture’s on that poster
In the limelight you effloresced
A novice sorts out centerstage
then gaze at the spotlight above,
and celebrate the art thereof
that host town folks from Shakespeare days,
they swam her brain like surfing waves,
she's adrift in her dreams of love,
until her name is heard ... whereof,
fruited skills, a future is saved.
She dons a stunning crimson dress,
prance Solitaire to Karen's tune,
walking under a Broadway light,
stands by the Grand Hall with the press,
glamour beneath a brightened moon,
her award gleamed in the limelight.
Love transcends culture
accept opposition
reflects the gray parts
and showcase the light parts
knows no boundaries
listen advice
and bow to discipline
look on the far ahead
and shun for looking back mistakes
never proud on being in the limelight
but stay on the shade light.
Love eyes look always of what is beautiful
and shut mouth of what is degradation.
Love hands accommodate even the whole world
compassionate even to the unlovable.
What is there on Earth
That is not succumbed by love
Love doesn't die, always live
If all has love, this worlds is a paradise.
By the dim glow of candlelight
Flick-flick-flickering on the wall
By the soft glow of moonlight
Tip-tip-tiptoeing down the hall
By the harsh glow of neon light
Blink-blink-blinking over the door
By the warm glow of sunlight
Skip-skip-skipping across the floor
For the schematic inducement of compulsive being,
the transmuting tenet of identity
changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange,
while the conjured chameleon
paints the shifting façade of contrast.
In the ostensible enactment of life’s drama,
the performance perfected by obsessed passion
of playing the multicolored roles,
the sly shift from one actor to another
is an axiomatic design of innate drive.
As the colors amalgamate in the limelight
on the visage of the virtual makeup,
the chromatic face morphs into a mirror,
reflects the illusory actuality in shades of gray
with the perplexing disposition of ambiguity.
The spasm of contrived perception splits the mirror,
the shards of shattered pretence
scatter as abandoned obscure debris.
Metamorphosis creates the absolute entity,
shaped by the distinct contours of black and white.
Rough n Tumble
At the Royal Rumble!
Sparkly tights
Some funny sights!
The excited kid's face
Their new favourite place!
Young upcoming acts
Jumping around like acrobats!
Behind the scenes though
Its not all for-show..
The veteran with taped up wrists
Sore back, busted nose
Watching as their career goes...
Their time in the limelight is running out
But for now, they'll enjoy the fans' shout
Her husband was a concert pianist,
always in the limelight
When he passed, she was inconsolable and miserable
Until she found a flower on his piano
Red rose from heaven
Staring down inside -
Seeing worms around me
Couldn’t see -
What you lost in me
My heart Isn’t counterfeit
I’m laying still now
Beneath the ground now
Trapped inside my mind
Can’t seem to crawl out
Beneath the ground
My heart isn’t counterfeit
Take me away now
Where sunshine shines
Under the moonlight
Staring up in the limelight
Catching fireflies
Until I die
My heart isn’t counterfeit
It’s not plastic -
It’s real
Something to heal
My heart
To heal
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.