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tears rip at the seams of memories’ betrayed trust
like liquid fists gushing through desolate waterfalls
gargling bloodied sobs upon lungs lumped with crust,
wet, wet on crumbled sagas of tortured, brick walls
this is the pang of swallows falling dark… the pain,
of a painful tear ravished by sins doubly committed
by spiked wrists slit by eyes’ deceit on pelted rain,
cracks of tinctured vapors stain these suds not quite acquitted
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still, there are tears robed in delight of embroidered nights
and perching there, radiance’s rafters spin overlapping joy,
swarming the soul with giant suds whitening all whites
as giggles lift cottoned pillows only love’s fullness can buoy
i think of rekindled homes knighted by flutes’ ripeness
where children paddle days virginal without attic of fears
a maze of hoisted jaunts open zipped stars’ need for madness,
in times marinated gingerly sweet by life’s lush beat... such are tears,
they cleanse all. they crawl out of soul’s dual spears.
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(( for HGarvey Daniel Esquire's " Personify a Tear ))
by nette onclaud
Whispers in my ear,
tussling of my hair,
and sweeping me
off my feet.
Wrapping a blanket
around me,
warmth engulfs my form,
new breath,
blown gently upon my skin.
Goose pimples,
shivers down my spine;
bodily senses pricked
top to toe....
as you encircle me,
I move to find comfort.
Willing you to climax,
that I might find satisfaction,
a quieter state of mind,
a stillness,
as the sun shines once more.
I anticipate your return...
Author's notes
Okay, so this is slightly different from me....I wanted to kind of personify the wind here;
making the reader unsure as to whether it were a lover I was thinking of.... Try re-reading
thinking of it the other way, I think it works.....
This tear So tightly held these salty tears
so tight my eyes squeeze embracing the We like long lost love
and yet you fall, fall with a weight of remembrance returning to the earth
of cares sinking in a fathomless lake of woe moistening it without glaze.
This tear Flicked freely from the corner of mother’s eye
dropping with pointed precision upon pearl white cheek flying momentarily...
or running childishly from the tip on the fingertips of joy
beside a chocolate brown nose. Or in gasps of anguish too great for arms to hold
Circles the world with the bounty of heart…
When released from imprisoned chest
bodes more than woe.
This tear defines the humanity of man.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
Contest: Personify a Tear
* Do to the 12 line requirement this verse has been altered to be read both left to right and from top to bottom.
My Loving Anguish
My Selfishness is not Egocentric
It is not even Acidic
Though it makes me Agonistic
For It is the mere Lyrics
Of our Love, so Apostolic!
Till the end of Times,
I will be singing the Rhymes
For I will be seeing in Dreamtimes
You and Me so in love with our Pastimes
That we have been playing in all our Lifetimes.
What would life be without this Anguish
To molest your Nose is such an Accomplish
But to molest your Heart is even more Fairish
Alone in your Cave you may pretend to be Ogrish
When in fact you are yearning to be Actorish
Let go of all your Freakish, Roughish and Toughish
Be Vampirish!
I am yearning to be Your Relish
Faith you Personify,
So be the Handsome King of the Sky
The One who will Mystify
The whole Creation
With His Proclamation
Of being King of the Korai!
Meanwhile, I will be the Aby
Suffering for Redemption,
Praying for Salvation,
To be Appeased for my Sin
That of having been your Sin,
Yes, you, the unkown Djin!
All I did was to be naked in your Bed
To please you with my stubborn Head
Does that make me an Egghead?
Contest : First love poem
Contest to be judged by : Poet Destroyer
About the poem :
It is about the love of a girl for a guy whom she sees as a God, she loves him so much. And her love is selfish, she wants him at any cost. She was naked in his bed, that made her sinful, she later managed to molest his nose and now wishes to molest his heart. :)
Phoenix the dawg
There in my yard is a dawg name
phoenix
One stubborn black *****
Easily identified by her signature hind
limp
Now, is not that she's without redeeming qualities
But that dawg no matter how you call har
she seems hard of hearing
While it well known that's a choice she is making
Cause the merest sound har ear perk,
she jump up and start barking
Phoenix the real mix I love to say
But jah know, dis dawg personify
the adjective play
I leave her sometimes under a mango
tree loosely chain
Where her kennel is to cover her when
it rain
A piece of work she is even when she is
on rein
Cause har mouth nuh cry quit, she get wey under mi van already and bite the wiring to
total disarray
Yet, phoenix is a unique dawg,
black as midnight with a face like a
happy smile....wg
Somethings are best
said through blank
scriptures in sheer
silence, but pulling the
violin strings of
a poet strumming
to personify pain,
with tempests of
torment rushing
through thin veins,
would only widen
twisted tunnels for
ink to bleed in
vermilion lines of
broken thunder.
For these lungs have
long thickened
from scraps of
pretend promises,
to dress them
with mountains
of flawed flowers,
oblivious to the colors
that suffocate,
black hearted devils
hovering above
treetops of tainted roots.
And when the
angel of death
descends to steal
the steel within my
mind,
I question the vampire
grey hearts that kneel,
to raven midnights
beating tunes
of truth across
glacial valleys
of mourners.
Why is living a
gruesome terror?
Where artless spirits
sleepwalk along
olive lawns,
as grass snakes
sing deceptive
schemes-
with the reaper
that strolls through
a funeral of fairies,
collecting weathered
wings
and bleached skeletons
buried six feet under the
graphite soils of salvation,
confined within garden
graves of deception,
designed In unearthly
roses dipped in poison.
If only the sun would rise
and see,
how I am no longer
plagued by the vision
of you destroying peace
within your kingdom
of hypocrisy.
I am not your puppet
pirouetting through
hellfires ignited
by the thorny knuckle
of a megalomaniac—
chanting manipulative
mantras of a destiny,
devised from disorientation.
I will always sing my own stars
amidst suppressed scars,
until the moon trembles
and falls
into the heavy depths
of grieving seas
streaming in salty sapphires.
Line of inquiry:
“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause
though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as she viewed
scent of love did not exude”
~ Unseeking Seeker
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Are we perceived as hostile beings
by flora that we tend in our gardens?
If we intimidate petals of peonies
each time we walk past their stems,
we should make amends and ask for pardon.
Is the pink tint of their blush mistrust of us?
Withering zinnias and wilting wisteria!
We wouldn't want to burden them with fear
when we speak of how lovely they'd look
in a crystal vase, set upon our parlor mantle.
To ease their worry and not cause their tears,
in our pockets, we don't carry pruning shears.
We personify flowers as if they have feelings—
but do our innuendos have that effect on people?
We label shy ones as loners or 'wall flowers'
who pull back, often going unnoticed for hours.
Do some of us unintentionally cause that reaction?
If this proves true, we need to take a moment
to have in depth contemplative consciousness,
a change in our stance and make an atonement
if it's determined we're at fault— guilty.
If so, our aura indeed has need of correction.
One that shows us emanating a kinder reflection.
The one who wilted as we passed by—
was she the shrinking Violet we refused to see?
Would we bring her heart joy if we paused
and spoke to her with a gentle greeting?
Words that would give the fragile one cause
to not think of us as hostile and vile?
If a kind word is spoken with a sincere smile
wouldn't those greetings be worthwhile?
It's plausible that we'd then have a pleasant scent,
the treacly aroma of consideration and love.
Time taken to say, 'hello' would've been well spent.
Hold out a hand as a metaphorical invitation to dance.
It might give a wallflower the confidence and the chance
to stand tall and no longer cringe at being approached.
If we've been at fault for diminishing the smile in souls,
offer them emotional strength. Be someone who consoles.
THE HEIRLOOM
I lay within a drawer so long
Loneliness was my heart's song
My diamonds never saw the light of day
Since granma's death,I'd been that way
Her grandson went a'courting strong
Maybe my exile now,will not last long
He brought home his bride-to-be
Glowing with pride,for his parents ,to see
He slipped me on her left hand,
They planned a wedding,oh so grand
That special day soon came around
A gold band nearby, I suddenly found
For many years we would not part
Such friendship heals the lonely heart
A day then arrived,of which I live in dread
Returned to a drawer,by a bed.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
Later That Evening
by Odin Roark
Later that evening
We saw sounds of lightning’s wings
Touches of symphonic batons
The fragrance of paint awaiting canvas
The images of inner peace
The taste of weightlessness
So many sensations
Unavailable during the day
You remember?
So easy
It was
The we of me
Of you
Oneness
Reserved
For collective beingness
We let the flames warm
The day’s frozen fears
Our sun-cloud enlighten doubt
Simplicity personify permanence
As we gave away
The need for nothingness
You do remember
Don’t you?
Such were our times together
What only one’s muse and charge
Can know
All else is illusion
Remember?
"Sad Lady"
Like
one of
these tears that
freed itself from
my misted eyes, he's slipped away from me.
Oh, that once again he'd caress my face
like this tear which
warmly slides
down my
cheek.
"The Onlooking Man"
I
watch you,
sad lady,
from my table
and see myself that tear that trails your skin.
While you think of someone else, I'm dying
to be that tear
that lingers
on your
mouth.
By Andrea Dietrich
For HGarvey Daniel Esquire's Contest:
"Personify a Tear"
(I was just told it should be 12 lines but the contest says to disavow
what the blog says, so I hope it's ok to do this way with more than 12 lines!)