It's 4:30am and I can't sleep,
the sheep leap and lay in a heap,
told me they're tired and got shut eye,
even my own mind has shunned I,
lets just freestyle this rhyme and see where it goes,
it beats laying in the dark watching that ghost,
across the room that never comes close,
my mind protects itself from some images,
probably awake cus my dreams have edges,
nothing on the tele but Teleshopping,
trying to sell pots pans and mops but I'm channel hopping,
maybe I should count that instead of sheep to drop off,
it's dark and rainy outside and there's strange noises up in the loft,
I don't really care though as long as they stay there,
if it's burglars it's funny cus they'll hide til all clear here,
and what weirdo would brake into and burgle the attic first,
a junkie on crack thinking he's superman singing Fred Durst,
Limp Bizkit I want a biscuit in a whiskey,
I'm tired now I've bored myself, I expect I'll sleep in a minute,
this poems over matey, find something else.
By their graves I kneel
And speak to the stone slabs
As I listen to the wind
Their beds are under sun and rain
Tiny babies to grandparents
Who speak no more nor do they sing
They're in slumber with no pain
They've left us their tools and violin
Finely chiselled words on their tombs
Shine them till they lived
As recorded by kith and kin
You, young ones, preserve it
For in you we all trust
As I Lay in Bed This Morning
By Franklin Price
12/2/2016
As I lay in bed this morning
Thoughts of the day ran through my head
Opened my eyes and saw the light
Through the shades and I was glad
Brain got my arms and legs to move
Said put your feet down on the floor
It's time that you got out of bed
And stuck your head outside the door
Today will be the best of days
No matter what the weather cast
It will only help determine
Which of your chores to do at last
Right then another part of me
Stopped that thought, and just in time,
Said you know that he's a poet
First of all must write some rhyme
So as not to disappoint me
I came and sat, began to write
I penned this poem for you to read
And placed it right here for your sight
Hope you enjoyed all you have read
Hope is a good part of our day
Hope all the best for you and yours
As we continue work or play
These faceless-ageless friends didn’t find her hiding.
Instead there was a special gift:
The ability to hide in the creases of time, helping her stay hidden.
It hung there in plain sight, motionless on the wall, as it had minutes ago.
But none of the minutes had gone anywhere.
Still,
Everything seemed to stop.
WHOLE WORLDS WERE SILENT AS NOTHING MOVED.
Not even time.
Frozen like the dead bodies,
Expressions of moments were carved into faces,
They were even bent into even more uncomfortable positions.
Reminding any lingering ghosts of a city that lay in ruins.
That they had tried to escape,
They had tried to flee from this angry erupting volcano of death;
As remnants of the lost society stayed smothered in ash.
Time would never stop in this ruined world.
Alone like this-she examined her new face and body.
She wondered if she would ever rub past this new mask: it didn't feel the same, she doubted it ever would.
Shadows fell softly
on her velvety kiss.
My first memory of
this evening...
This troubling illusion
keeps tricking my mind.
Yet, all alone is where I find me.
I remember her coffee colored eyes
when she started to stir.
Hours on end she would
lay in the wind and smile.
Oh, the secrets keep dripping
beneath the chrysalis crack,
the shell has been broken,
and she's not coming back.
I paint lonely bridges to nowhere,
I write poetry that nobody reads.
I lay on the bank and I always think
it's my crazy mind her memory feeds.
I turn over in this twisted twilight,
to be saturated by an insane rain.
There's not a tsunami big enough
to wash away all of this pain.
So take it easy on my memory,
though the moon is so easily lit.
There's a haunting desire, our moon's still on fire...
I wish you were easier to forget!
As I lay dormant in the grass,
cold blood fuelling languid dreams
I wait in silence for you to pass
a harmless thing, or so I seem
I lay asleep, my lidless eyes
yet watching all that moves or may
my callous brain computes the size
and danger, marking some as prey
Though I may lay here mute and still
all my being's coiled and ready
to snatch my quarry and quickly kill
yet my pulse is slow and ever steady
I lay as tranquil, as calm as death
as you walk towards your waiting doom
For I will smell your dying breath
when I strike, here in the gloom
Sometimes I lay in silence
With my hands across my chest
Sinking deep inside it
Like the day I'll lay to rest..
Staring into eyelids
That become an open door
Thats daring me provided
I let go of life some more...
Until theres no more numbing
Of my body thats turned pale
Or nothing else is coming
From my lungs as I exhale...
Much deeper everytime I fall
Within this lucid state
Not wanting to come back at all
Which makes me hesitate...
Sometimes I lay in silence
And I gently hold my breath
Until my heart's soo quiet
That Im just that close to death ...
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
i lay in my bed often wondering
when he does come how will he be
will he be mean or nice
will he be empty or love me passionately
will he put up with my faults
will he laugh at my cute unique ways
or will he dislike my unique ways
will he cherish me all of our days
will he hold me in his arms
or will he not be affectionate
will he listen to my voice
and will he treat me delicate
will he make up a cute name for me
like pooky,booboo,or angel of mine
will he be there to always protect me
i often wonder in my bed as i pass the time
As i lie in my lovely warm bed
Listening to the wind outside
I think about my Friends
Wondering if i have really tried.
Tried to make people happy
Helped them when asked
Bothered to listen to them
Or was i just too laxed
My patience isnt my strongest point
Not with people anyway
But animals can have all my time
To walk them and to play.
Hope my friends realise
Friendship hold no bounds
I dont really mean it
The way it sounds.
When i am grumpy
It's the pain thats speaking
Not the way i'm thinking
Not the words i'm seeking
But friends understand this
Look past what is said
Know the real me
As I lay in my bed.
I lay in my bed, I can't sleep
I'm counting sheep and losing sleep
The phone rings, I hear the tone
I let it ring, there's no one home
I sit in my car and stare and stare
I don't turn the key, I don't get nowhere
The mail is lying on the desk
more comes each day, I lay it with the rest
Inhaling scent of heather and each blossomed spray
Surrounding us that warm clear springtime day,
We lay in clover, with our eyes on a bouquet -
White, wooly blooms - the wild blue yonder’s grand display!
Those flower-clouds went softly drifting; by and by
They changed into a valentine so very high
Above us in the heaven’s perfect azure sky,
As if a prelude to romance. . . . to make us sigh!
Then like two children savoring a sweet parfait,
We stayed deliciously engaged in passion play
Until disheveled, and our hair in disarray,
We heard above us in a tree, a squawking jay!
He seemed to want to split us up; we’d not comply!
And even now, I yearn to be where you and I
Both pledged a love that man or God could not defy.
Alas, we never guessed our spring could ever die!
Andrea Dietrich
Summer, 2010
For the Contest of Poet ~ Destroyer
Spring~ Any poem about SPRING~ (new or old) Poetry Contest
you left me here
to rought die and fear
and im falling even more
can't save me this time
no, not this time
like a drug, like a pill
it was fun at first
it wasn't real
but the side effects
have taught me well
i'm cold and alone
you left me in an abandoned home
but i found a match and some gas
now watch this place, turn to ash
don't feel any remorse
just like you
can't feel anymore
i hate you
like a drug, like a pill
it was fun at first
it wasn't real
but the side effects
have taught me well
leave me alone
go to hell
maybe i'll lay in the flames
while the smoke takes me away
maybe i'll breathe in carbon, instead of oxygen
and watch the world start to swirl
as my lungs start to swell
maybe i'll meet you in hell
like a drug, like a pill
it was fun at first
it wasn't real
but the side effects
have taught me well
leave me alone
go to hell
like a drug, like a pill
it was fun at first
it wasn't real
but the side effects
have taught me well
Silent screams, tender dreams.
If you must know, I have that tiny glow
Walking down the street, with no one to meet.
The only thing that matters, if that city
just flatters... Me ... See
My dream was always to go there,
Spend all my money without a care
Broadway shows
My heart will go where ever the road flows
They call me the Black Rose
That gentle glide and independent pose
Reading those destructable poems, No I
wasn't writting them while drinking Jeroboam.
Just don't wake me up, Unless you're going
to give me that coffee cup
My dreams will always lay in New York City
It's just like a Holy City.