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Premium Member Reflections of the Daemon

As I close my dry, weary reddish eyes,

the daydreams of whence I was not alone 

pour forth in an enchanting kaleidoscope

with vast imagery and electrified emotions.

Some the brightest yellow and gold, others

a tawny, deep dark bluish black. But, they're 

mine; no one can take them away from me.

A new excursion into old memories begins.

You are to be pitied more than I...perhaps.

I soar above all your innumerable miseries, 

partaking within the nature of an angel; for

you've said, my place is not in your sphere. 

You have the earth; I have boundless space.

You, enchained below, by a thousand bonds

of your gross, materialistic, in-genuine cruxes. 

You attend your religious mass when convenient;

find time to pray only when you want something.

You cannot depart and plunge into a limpid sea

nor travel through the vastness of time and space.

Lost on your arid shores, my mind drinks deep

as I drown in the desert choking on your soul.


Premium Member Queen of the Damned

As gently, she drifts through the darkness
Waiflike, she flows on the breeze
Her eyes never resting on anyones
Appearing to all Ill at ease

She wades in the depths of her carnage
Pressed by the weight of her sins
The humans, mere collateral damage
Ever conscious the thirst always wins

Her games will be played in the darkness
She's queen of the damned, you're her pawn
And the best, of the worse, you can hope for
Is to last 'til the break of the dawn

Lost in the wonder of bloodlust
A little too long in the tooth
She's witnessed her friends turn to dust
While she Lives on, enchained by her youth

The curse of the love of a demon
Taints the flow of the blood in her veins
It has ended her innocent dreaming
Now none but her nightmare remains

As she calls to the night, ever knowing
Her hunger can never be filled
An insatiable thirst, ever flowing
Through rivers of blood that she's spilled

As Black as the night that enfolds her
As dark as the road that she travels
She moves with the grace of an angel
Whilst waiting for time to unravel
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member In the nights when the moon weaves its silver web over the gardens of my blossomed longing

In the nights when the moon weaves its silver web over the gardens of my blossomed longing,
I await you, beloved, like a rain of stars in a desert of burning solitude,
Come with the balm of your love, divine nectar for my soul, thirsty for affection,
To embrace my being in your arms, an unyielding fortress against the storms of life.
Let your hands sculpt the contours of my body, a divine chisel on the marble of senses,
To wander together on the paths of the sky, two wandering stars in the constellation of eternal love,
Savoring your kiss like living water springing from the mysterious depths of our passion,
While the flame of longing consumes every trace of doubt, leaving only the pure mystery of love.
Our steps make the fragile bridge between reality and dream tremble, banishing the shadows of loneliness,
Passion entwines our souls in a cosmic dance of fulfillment and ecstasy,
And our bodies become purple flames, warming the cold universe with the ardor of our feelings,
I, an autumn leaf carried by the wind of your love, you, the evergreen tree of my hopes.
I paint your name with falling stars on the vault of eternity, the constellation of our happiness,
Enchained in the silken threads of your love, my soul spreads its wings toward infinity,
Savoring the scent of immortality in every kiss, in every embrace, in every whisper,
Treading over past regrets like a carpet of petals, toward a future illuminated by your presence.
Even when the clouds of doubt try to darken the sky of our passion,
I light the torch of hope in my heart, an unfailing beacon in the tumultuous ocean of life,
For our love is stronger than any storm, more enduring than any rock,
An eternal hymn sung by the violins of our souls tuned to the perfect harmony of the universe.
In the tapestry of time, we weave together the tapestries of our dreams and memories,
Turning every tear into a shining pearl, every smile into a ray of sunshine,
And from the shards of the past, we build the mosaic of a future where our love shines eternal,
Two hearts beating as one, two souls merged in the living, immortal flame of true love.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Eruption

TYPE FORMS

BLITZ

tight fits
 good spits

quick bursts 
same first

inking
linking

FREE VERSE

immerse
in verse

 roaming
storming 

MINICHU

perplex
context 

twelve laps
 recaps

reward
unfolds

DEESWHEAT

 sounds neat
   on beat

cranks awe
tanka

cinquain
enchained

triplet
strip set

FOOTLE

versed brand
 by Strand

two-line
may rhyme

trochee
swift spree

witty 
ditty

one foot
output

HAIKU

small views     
 soothe you

nature
treasure
 
YALTO

word rows
in tows

notice
mini list

statement
intent

adjoint
make point

SUZETTE PRIME

sublime
no rhyme 

inject
prime set

real surd
numbered

LIMERICK

pun shtick 
 risk it

in time
punchline 

TOO MANY WORDS

there’s herds
for nerds
 
new forms
brainstorms 

don’t fuss
 adjust

all’s fair
who cares

expand
like Strand
© I Am Anaya  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Footle

She Knows Not

She knows not, when she was made
To wear the shackles, and rest in pain

It's been ages since she opened those eyes 
Which are lying under so many layers

She can see but the windows are not her own 
She can hear but the drums are of someone else

The Rind around her is tight & suffocating
She is the reason the Rind exists

Does It know?? Does It appreciate??
What if she tear it apart and flee?
And why doesn’t she? 
What pledges have enchained her? 
Or she too recons flying a sin!!

Eternity is still calling its missing partner 
Bells of the Heaven are ringing 

But she hears nothing, for the walls are high
And thick... even celestial voices won't penetrate it

Caged in a body, & bodily needs
She is losing her connections with Eden

                                            (Paghunda Zahid )
Form: Couplet


Premium Member My Iron Lung, My Iron Love

Descending down the spiral steps to hell;
Acquiesced charcoal in phosphorous glow.

As if enchained by an enchantress’ spell;

Into the flames do I merrily go:

Endeared, the Master speaks ill of my worth
Before softened lips move closer t’wards I;
Lavender fragrance plumes lavishly forth -
My lungs become gills…her perfume is dry.

And as my squalid breath cries out for more
Some might proclaim of me that they’re aghast -

But does the ocean reach for sandy shore?

Such is the case.  

As such:

My love is vast.

Thus, to the woman who still takes my breath -
 
 My love will hold for you…until I’m held by death. 

(I miss you)

---

1/29/2017
Form: Sonnet

Happy To Be Here -Re-Post

Happy to be here

Is there someone you know,
who's dark days only grow,
And they can't say, they're happy to be here

When a bright, new day breaks,
but, they're afraid to awake,
And they won't say they're happy to be here

refrain
And they can't say they're happy to be here

There's a rainbow, it's true,
it's color's,   fading hues,
And they can't find any joy in living

And a bird when it sings,
doesn't mean anything,
There's no meaning in their song of beauty


Bridge
ooh and I feel bad for them......
ooh and I feel bad for them......


And their friends, family,
just want them to be free,
but their thoughts, keep them enchained, in prison
                
          
When their hands and their feet,
have been bound endlessly,
and their only companion is sorrow


And a new day is born,
but they feel so forlorn,
and the echoes just bellow with laughter

refrain
And they can't say their happy to be here


Bridge              
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them


Every day is a task,
so they put on new masks,
so that no one can see,  they've been crying


Like the tears of a clown,
when no one else is around,
How can anyone know what they're feeling?

Bridge                          
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them

                                           
And they say there's a pill,
but they haven't got the will,
they say no pill, can fill, all that's empty


So they live day to day,
and they kneel down and pray
Please forgive me, dear God, for what I'm thinking
 
Bridge                                               
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them


So you go the next day,
want to wipe their tears away,
but, you get there,  too late, to save them


Bridge
oooh and I feel bad for them
oooh and I feel bad for them


They...     
just...     
couldn't...      
say...                                                    
they're...    
happy...                                                            
to...                                                               
be...                                                          
here!




John Derek Hamilton
September 06,2016

revised and reposted
December 25,2019
Form: Lyric

Premium Member Great Escape

Growing up, I was always motivated to make a better life for myself, and

Regardless of the cost, I was determined to make life better for my family

Economic depression were words that enchained everyone dear to me, and

After completing High School was when I set out to make my bold move

There were no bloodhounds daring my escape; I was not exactly incarcerated

Escape, however, was the only option because no one offered a kind and pleasant exit

Slavery was a hundred years prior to my existence, but Jim Crow was alive

Christianity's meaning was twisted and turned upside down, but I knew that Christ was also alive, 

And whether here, there, or elsewhere, He was the key, mentally and spiritually, to my personal freedom

People of ill will, poverty, and politics notwithstanding, that wall of minimal opportunity and discrimination was doomed to fall

Even extreme poverty in the poorest state in America was no match for faith in God, family, and friends

010720PoSoupContest, Great Escape, John Hamilton
Form: Acrostic

The Soul

She knows not when she was made
To wear the shackles and rest in pain

It's been ages since she opened these eyes 
But they are lying under so many layers

She can see, but the windows are not her own 
She can hear but the drums are of someone else

The Rind around her is tight
And  suffocating... 

She is the reason the Rind exists... 
But does It know... Does It appreciate? 

What if she tears it apart... And flee.. 
And why doesn’t she?


Pledges have enchained her? 
Or does she reckon flying a sin...? 

Eternity is calling its missing partner.. 
Bells of the Heaven are ringing.... 

But she hears nothing, for the walls are high
So thick that even celestial voices won't penetrate it

Caged in a body and bodily needs... 
She is losing her connection with heavens...

             *____________________*



Windows.. Eyes
Drums... Ears

Premium Member The Coming of the Nothing

Collegiates and learned mercenaries
Await their time to lead the willing minions
As lemmings, suicide seems ordinary
Both deaf and blind, devoid of all opinions

Ageless as time itself, she waits
An elixir of evolution
Needing no cure, no answers
No humankind solution

What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane

A galaxy here, a universe there
Speckled by constellations
But man it seems is content to fight
For the sake of his small nation

Black as an empty starless night
Deep as the hungry ocean
Timeless as death, on its endless flight
In a time of perpetual motion

What stops us moving forward
What keeps us all enchained
What keeps the starving hungry
What drives a world insane 

When will it end, God only knows
As greed alone inspires us
Old Earth, its very soul exposed
To MAN...IT'S LIVING VIRUS!!!
Form: Lyric

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