I am like a star shining brightly
All who see me think of me as mighty
I shine to infinity
In my own pure purity
In a world surrounded by uncertainty
I will continue to shine
Unaffected by others humanity
And the worlds chaotic profanity
I am a star shining bright
Attempting life with all my might
As I continue to always fight
Through many a peril 'n plight
And I let my spirit inside glow hot
As I let my soul out in solo flight
To get what many have long forgot
The depth of the humans bleeding heart
And that is what keeps me as a star far apart
As I can look upon pain from far above
And feel the intolerable hurt of love
Sometimes I prefer the storm,
When chaos wants to be the norm,
The eye will pass and come again,
But still cannot contain the wind...
Sometimes I prefer the hate,
That the closest circulate,
Till envy wants to be my friend,
Then watch it turn right back on them...
Sometimes I prefer the pain,
To see how much I can sustain,
What doesn't kill me makes me stronger,
What doesn't fill me keeps me longer...
Sometimes I prefer the lies,
And times they don't apologize,
Reminding me what truth is known,
Is defining me for "I" have grown...
Sometimes I prefer to take,
The misery that they gestate,
So anyone that's close to me,
Can have a way to set it free.......
Just sometimes .....
Something that's seemingly so
unprofound,
Like a distance divided by time,
Is becoming a barrier that has me
unbound,
As I leave it trailing behind...
Once I am able to get enough speed,
Increasing and gaining momentum,
The physics that own me cannot
superceed,
Or re-write the laws with intention...
Breaking the crest the distance seems less,
At a point that becomes my horizon,
Traveling just to reach the egress,
Of a spot I'm keeping my eyes on ...
I slowly surpass what's ahead so its last,
Leaving sound so I can announce it,
But when you ask I'll already have passed,
By the time it takes to pronouce it...
Then slowly. I turn and notice the burn,
Of a shockwave trying to match me,
That's when I learn to stop and discern,
What I say before it can catch me ...
A
baby
delights me.
Puppies, kitties,
all things young and innocent make me smile.
Ill tempered, cursing people turn me off,
also rude folks
and crude folks
make me
frown.
By: Joyce Johnson
For Michael's contest "Smiles and Frowns."
Humbled by what I’ve found
Humbled by this world around
Humbled by the angels voice
Telling me to rejoice
No matter how tough my life
No matter whether day or night
No matter how down I feel
Someone has it way more real
I am thankful
For all the blessings I’ve been given
Thankful for
This life I’ve been allowed to live in
For I am humbled
Humbled in my humility
At all the tragedy that I see
Sometimes
It may make me sad
But always helps me realize
That my life is not that bad
Grateful for the miracles
I’ve been allowed to see
And I thank the Lord
For humbling me
The End
By Greg P
"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me . . . "
For my light has become dim,
Has started to flicker~~~~~~
The ache in my heart
These flowers behold......
Vibrant colours around me spread
I live in glory of visions untold
And as I climb these old steps
I look to that glorious maker....
To paint those streaking sunsets for me
And shower me with angel dust~~
The gentle breeze and the darkness around
I’ll forever hold in memory....
Dedicated to the ever vibrant Constance La France
16/07/2011
By Tahera Mannan
For Constance,s “What is she thinking...” Contest.
I look in the mirror to see my face
It’s me but not me as I try to touch it and trace
I pass my hand across my chin
It looks at me with a sinister grin
It stares at me with its stoic pose
As I move and krinkle up my nose
It’s dark and dangerous something evil from beneath
Its only movement is when I show my teeth
I see no humanity in it with everything that has been shown
I try to talk to it but it only lest out a moan
It cannot be me it’s twisted and full of anger
Then I realize its not just a ghostly doppelganger
You are the voice within my head
the whisper in my sleep
the second shadow of my soul
the tear I never weep
I hear your laughter in my mind
like raindrops on the ground
but when I ask you what you want
you never make a sound
You are the ghost within my heart
that cradles me at night
I start to think your really here
then you vanish with the light
You haunt me in the daytime
like an echo to my sound
I look about to see you
but know you can't be found.
Brian Strand's Contest: 'OLD OR NEW any theme/form max 16 lines'
1st place
Hear me another time
I must wait to begin
This may be the only
Chance I get to send
Why can I never tell
How I show up acting
The more I do for me
From us, distracting
I never seem to hear
Until it is too late
But that is not what
I can forsee as fate
My own prison
These guarded walls of steel
Protecting this life
And everything I feel
These thoughts are my own
Alone
Inside these catacombs
Places no one has ever known
The deepest fears
That with no one
I have ever shared
A passion
That I can never show
No one knows
For I have committed the sins
This is my price to pay
As I lock myself away
No one can hurt me here
I will not let them
Get close enough to care
I cannot let them
Destroy what took me so long to rebuild
So I lock myself here
In my own prison
And here I shall remain
Until I can rid myself of all the pain
The End
By Greg P
Sometimes the tide rolls out
and the shoreline is exposed;
we see shells, crustaceans and other things,
that were right under our nose.
Then the tide rolls back in
and they're covered up again;
water is all we see,
underneath is a mystery.
Sometimes my tide is in;
my emotions are hidden;
what goes on inside of me
is not easy to conceive.
But, sometimes my tide is out;
thoughts and feelings inside show;
emotions are worn on my sleeve
and the real me you can get to know.
I do not have a tide chart,
telling you which state I am in;
the moon does not influence my tides;
the times of each are not even.
If you catch me at high tide
don't expect emotions to show;
if tears begin to fill my eyes
you know my tide is low.
Just be careful where you sit,
or your things might get swept away;
or that walk into the water
might be real far away.
And know that when you're with me,
the tides will ebb and flow;
stay long enough, my mood will change,
and a different part of me will show.
Fair child of sun and moon, behold
I dreamt of having wings of gold
Enchanting sapphire over me spread
Polka dots of yellow and red
Delightful roses their flowers renew
And on me sprinkle their sweetest dew
Captivating passerby with their perfume
As I sit on them rosy blooms
Entrancing winds carry me on softest gales
To visit the green fragrant vales
The fascinating vista in my dream
Fragile and made of peach and cream
Oh this dream, this dream so kind
Silence morn, it is enrapturing my mind
08/07/2011
By Tahera Mannan
Little bits of happiness gently dropping from the sky
Evaporate in the stillness as a cloud passes by
There seems so many consequences for decisions I've made
The cards that I hold don't seem like the ones that I played.
I see the serpent coil as it strikes to bite the hand
Perhaps it just a sign I take the time to understand
Sometimes I wonder if I really have a soul
The puzzle is in pieces it's so hard to feel whole.
The journeys that I make the road that I'm upon
Am I getting anywhere and has that taken much too long
I look outside myself at the great big world outside
I see the change before me like the ocean's tides.
Rising to new heights and then returning to the start
I start to see my soul but I was looking for my heart
The wind begins to pick up with the coming of the storm
I try to find some shelter to keep me safe and warm.
The happiness returns I believed it always would
All that seemed so bad has changed into good
Though everything has changed it still looks the same
I know it all to well I just can't remember the name...
"this poem is not about what is written,
but what is not written. . . "
Firmly rooted, I stand in this desert of nothingness
Facing your wrath and warmth with equal willingness
Life around me moves ahead, passes me by
Scorpions, birds and occasionally a butterfly
You gave me all the power to bear fruit, nurture and shade
Yet my entire life passes standing stoically in one place
The wind nudges me, taunts me as it blows
I still stand there unmoved, head shamefully bowed
The leaves that greened with me too flew away
Eloped with the breeze in autumn, left me betrayed
The fruits that I had worked hard to bear
The flowers that graced my wavy hair
With time, these too were snatched away from me,
No reason why I still stand barren and empty.
My bark reverberates with the melancholy of my soul
Waiting for lightning to wield its shining sword.
Afroze Ali
Contest name: 'The unwritten'
5th July 2011
Peace and tranquility fill me inside
Dissolving the walls behind which I hide.
I look to myself because in me I confide
Even though it hurts, it was a beautiful ride.
My emotions with passion begin to soar
They start quietly and change into a roar.
As I start to feel happiness I hope I'll find more
With the keys in my hand I just open the door.
It's the meaning of life that I need to explore.
When I feel hunger I always seek food
When I feel happy I cherish the mood
When I feel sad I try to understand
I find absolution in just being a man.
Everything seem relative as seem to find a meaning
I can discuss how I’m feeling without all the screaming
I begin to see how far I've really come
I no longer feel bad for all that I've done.
I know somehow that today my destiny waits
Tempting me with kindness controlling my fate
I have to remember that it's never too late
You can't run the race without leaving the gate.
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