Long Emo Poems
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They loved me when I sung
My songs of jubilant tune
I poured out both my lungs
They'd listen till the rising moon
But one day inspiration left
My instrument had died
The sounds of Melody bereft
Now till the rising moon I cry
Where could they have gone...
Her precious sounds and keys?
In my arms she died upon
My eyes poured out a sea
Her strings were ruined and plucked
All her notes were out of tune
From veins her music eruct
Under the rising moon
I bowed, I blew and pressed her
To play her one last time
I heard the broken chords infest her
And I screamed into the sky
The same sky that bore the sounds
Of luminescent, peaceful tunes
The same skies that bore the round
Daunting,
Deriding,
Disgraceful!
Rising moon...
The deathly screams! The cries of agony!
Louder than marching drums could fabricate
My felicity obliterated by her rhapsody
No tune may ever patch or mitigate
In a world with too many, I still sing alone
And they boo me off my stage
They decrowned me from my throne;
They'd rather hear a tune assuage
Their hearts as hard as stone
They don't want to hear my voice
My unfortunate epiphany;
I don't really have a choice,
They can't stand my misery
And so now I'm off my stage
They listen to a newer, happy tune
I think of Melody in my cage
Under the glowing, falling moon
The happenings of our world scare me
Here, hatred and selfishness eternally do cry victory
While love and peaceful living slump in their own decrepit
Why, some say that to have been given a birth, is to be taken as a treat
Is it?
I do myself fear for my safety
On one side of life, does be nature’s unpredictability
On the other side, does be the evil nature of my own enemy
Living does be so uncertain
But in the end, we all do end up with so much pain
Wish I so much to find a part of the divine here
Would I then have felt of life as being so dear
Would I then have loved living my mile
Would I then have kept on my sorry face, a radiant smile
Pray, a part of the divine on earth would have made life worth its mile
But then, the divine does be so subtle
As if, with ourselves, it does want us to lead a battle
As if, it does not appreciate our fall
As if, it does want to test the might of our soul
Pray, life, I wish, I really do, that as one so bold, your adventures I could tackle
Pray, see me not as a dark and brooding being
I do dance with life and of its tunes I do sing
But I do fear for my safety
This world does revolve on uncertainty
So much, that I do need to protect myself from any evil sting!
The shattered glass on the wall shows a crooked reflection of the soul I once had,
That child smiles at me as if she can't see the life ahead- no time limit to her joy, no suffering in sight,
Bloodstained shadows envelop me, like the embrace of a home I've never been to.
I never thought i'd have to bid valediction to a memory i'd fabricated- but when you've been isolated in your realm and burdened by your creation, that child's light begins to fade...
The helmet on my head is forged from divine carcass: the spine of an unfortunate challenger.
My crown is my armour, my symbols of office, I can't risk my throne or my realm or my mind.
My sanity is spent but reality is bent to my bidding: I can't crack the facade if the illusion is the truth.
-Quarantine of the Soul-
Tranquil pills fall deep like the night
A sweet fangless course
Bites with no remorse
Your eyes struggle to read my ageless soul
Lost
Dark
You open a heart under Quarantine
The past
The present
The future
Stand in the way of what was and never will be
A contagious disease
I call "LOVE!"
(Past-- you came)
Somewhere deep inside --with you--
The Maverick
The Majestic
The Arriving Vessel of Light
I separated myself from the world
--to be with you--
I polished a new diamond night
With pleasures of meeting where our hearts began
Deep like the night, you woke my sleepless soul
Removing it from the safe harbor of the sea
-Isolated from all to see
No risk or chance, of smiling endlessly
(Present-- you set)
Tonight you fell from Mandalay
You spoke in a way that Cut my throat with truth
You detained my ego clouding the auspices sky
Allowing a smile
A tender peek into your heart
It spread in ways -- I wanted more
I kept deep until you found your way past the door
Persistent memories
In search of eternity
Tonight lets learn to live again
With no fear, I remove all labels
Making the moon and sun rise together
My love, my life now depends on you
(Future-- you left)
With no explanation
The age of Quarantine will forever set
You came to me
Set me free
Just to leave
Now you are a virus --- Just like them!!!
By: PD
Good morning
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Good morning
Daughter dearest
So far away..
In my morning tea
I see you
I am thinking ..
Where ever you are ..
Whatever are
You doing now ..
Our hearts are aching for you
We feel you near.
We love you with every tick tock ..
Have a wonderful uplifting day
Keep strong and know that
You have done us proud.
You.. our beautiful gallery
I have seen you grow
From pitter and patter ..
To crawl and walk
From trial and try
And brave became
From shy to shine
Now standing tall
On your own two feet
You smile I smile
Right on time
Tick tock
Sync..sync..
Our mind's link
Together we wink
Ghosts of My Regret
Erie shadows roam the night and come calmly calling to my door.
On winds they whisper their unearthly plight,
humbly begging for entry or perhaps... something else...
perhaps ...something more.
I sit stone silent and hear the fingers scratch at glass
and wood upon every visit of the breeze.
There pretending the hours away as candlelight dances
and jumps from page to page while I read.
The candle frequent gutters low with my haste filled disdain.
A bit of chill seeps in, Finding vacant track through crevice and crack.
They come to torment a restless mind, these ghosts of my regret.
They say destiny is written in stars,
Everything from your triumphs to your scars.
So I stand on pedestal, gazing at dark skies,
Trying to find a reason for another try.
My legs get weary and they shiver,
Somewhere, my hope also quivers.
I try to support my head as tears fall down,
While in despair, I try not to drown.
The soil beneath gets salty from my tears,
Perhaps my hope was shattered in a haze of fears.
But then again, hope, is addictive and fierce,
Like sunlight through stormy clouds, it knows how to pierce.
I again look up to find my destiny written in stars,
As I try to find the counts of triumphs and scars,
Maybe it’s written that I will reach for the stars,
Only when I battle unafraid of the scars.
I love this road.
Every little mound, and every crevasse,
Flower filled, to the brim.
The moths and mosquitos caught in my headlamps.
Trees of aspen and oak keeping me on track.
And here, the night clouds are much darker than the night sky.
And jets zoom 50 metres above my head, asking,
"What are you here for?"
In which I respond, "I'm taking in the sights."
"This road is beautiful."
"I wonder where it ends."
"Does it really have to end?"
And as for the rest,
Every single time, at every single jet,
I'm shaking, trembling, I'm speeding at each bump.
Pot-holes ruin my suspension.
My engine weakens (believably gently) at the thought.
My brake pads and wheels through the wearing of my rubber--
They're guiding me slowly out of this car.
And here, glowing brighter than the moon, I ask them,
"Why are you so weak?"
In which they respond, "I'm just burning bright."
"This road is beautiful."
"I'm wondering when does it end."
"And, will it end before me?"
Inside, rage sufficiently evolves and simmers
It sprawls systematically, abrading my dinkum mind,
The eager embers are zealously veeled by Satan
Until his fierce rage and evil seep into my veins
My mind and thinking are comatose
A fierce ache for blood has me quite oblivious
As yet, I'm on the verge of yielding to the blaze
By the dazzling haze, a radiant voice screams
Let promptly withdraw of umbrages
Afterward, you shall hoist the flaming mantle
My stern eyes are bared by the keen timbre
When I've excused, shout whip, and escape
Forgiveness arises the way to waiving the past
1st PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: March 21, 2022
A Brian Strand 1093 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Feeling like birds trapped in cages, the fragile ones
Run from life, running, fleeing, flying even to where they do feel free
And safe, comforted and loved
Going on their way, trying to keep a front so brave but being
Instead haunted by a broken existence, a torn past, a
Love which could not see them as they really are!
Exhausted by life and its many ways, the fragile ones do
Hope for a turn of the wind, for the coming of the fairy with her wand
Even for a savior, anything to save them from the grips of the evil
Amassed in this world, meant only to tear them down, to break their esteem
Resorting to twisted ways and calculated complots!
Twisted world, here the fragile ones feel not at home
So much that they glance up at the skies and wish for the comfort they promise!