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Our love took off even though our
wings were too fragile to fly.
Neither knew it would take us
soaring into the sky.
With hearts full of love, our spirits
ascend.
Ignoring advice given and words of
caution, we chose not to listen and
refused to descend.
Our young souls never dreamt that
love could wane or fade.
We were both sure that neither
would break the promises we had
made.
The fire was untamed but then
settled and continued on a steady
flame,
Until the first storm broke, and you
cast the first blame.
Without hesitation, the arrows came,
I watched how quickly you tore the
picture from the frame.
Eyes once filled with love were
welled with tears,
How trust changed into doubts and
whispers turned into shouts, all so
unfair.
Confused and shaken after that first
hurdle, we were in a daze.
Too young to understand that being
in love wasn't only about happy
days.
Both were stubborn to let the traces
of our differences dissolve,
Nothing got resolved.
But the imprint of this, my first love,
remains firm, for it was pure and
true.
It reminds me of a blissfully happy
time that I once knew.
by Zyrool
The moon veiled in a web darkness;
bejeweled in radiance starkness,
to delve into the dark only the prince of darkness.
I was alone in the silence weaves,
while childish, I walk through dried leaves.
With every breath my chest heaves.
I tried to hurry though the abandon churchyard
cemetery on my way home. It was so hard,
it was a shortcut to get home, I uttered no word.
Decaying stone steles overgrown with soft green
moss, pushed up by tree roots, lean
like shadow soldiers clawing their way to the surface unseen.
Through the shadows, a gleaming old ivory,
shaken, tinkling, but the notes were spidery
strangled and eerie stripped of flesh and finery.
Blue lights dance above each stele, while ghosts
on the grounds in lavender reckon among their host.
Now so lowly lie, as they do not weep, but boast.
Through the open door and illuminated hall I run in;
no sound upon the wooden floor as I spin.
A grin from my mother; I am greeted by all the kin.
11/1/2021
''S'' Contest, New Poems Poetry Contest 5. scary
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Snow flakes falling
and the world is a marshmallow land
Crisp is the kiss of the chilly air
the earth blanketed by the snowfall's fan
Winter white like a snow globe shaken
snowing strong as the northern blows
Bundle tight wear layers of clothes
roll up a snowman with a carrot nose
Boy and girl running holding gloved hands
the frozen earth becomes a magic wonderland
Drifts of snow piling ever so high
best now to stay warm going inside
Peer through the window as a blizzard flows
Mother Nature giving quite a winter show
January burst with a crown of winter white
frosty cold wind with a nip that bites.
A sudden frightening change swept through
my mind the moment I saw you
sunny mood turned overcast
unpleasant, foul gust from the past
surge of heat in atmosphere
squall of shame, confusion, fear
disturbing equilibrium
wishing I had never come
Dark clouds building in my brain
bursting, blowing heavy rain
of thoughts, emotion, memory
flooding, flowing out to sea
then violent waves come rushing back
as all inside my mind goes black
tossed within this tempest swell
I've lost all time and cannot tell
a moment from an hour- or day
insanity on full display
As hurricane roars through my head
with terrifying endless dread
I clench the driftwood of my faith
and pray that I will come out safe
eventually, the storm dies out
and I am able to look about
and see the world unscathed by storm
that wrecked my brain, twisted, transformed
and left me shaken, scarred and scared
to know you never even cared
This year autumn is the bugs busying the undergrowth hiding under sodden leaves. It is children playing with and collecting acorns that have scattered the ground sporadically as squirrel’s nourishment for the day. It is the rain that drenches the plants once dried up and wilting in the summer sun. It is the showers that leave the glimpse of a rainbow as if in a distant land. It is the rotting of apples unchosen for apple-pie that blustery night where the log-fire is once again alive.
I’m reminded that now it is autumn as I step into that muddy woodland. It is though someone has shaken the trees of their leaves, the earth an array of colours, nut brown, oranges and golden yellows. Yet, soon the season will pass just as a storm leaves just a breeze and we are left nostalgic for the time we spent in these nature-nurturing months.
With no light
The tightiness grows
The sores of cut up dreams bleed their way into our happy home
Disgusted in the way things have become
Shaken from the foundation of hope
My eyes won't see asleep I am
As time fades away
Struggle I hold close
Can't break free
Try so hard to remain positive
and sure of our direction
Truth is this is A Wrong Turn
I am begining to believe
I fear near is a broken stern
Wandering mindlessly across the waves of depression
I sail
The wind of failure blows harder and harder
As each day passes
My ship of dreams becomes torn
Capsized it shall become
If these oceans of negitivity don't calm
Regret I will feel Unsuriness I will embark on
A journey lost to unforseen circumstances
A life jaded forever if this chain of change does not rescue us soon
Shamed by being unprepared, bewildered, befuddled,
I watch nature transition to twilight, ever so aplomb,
with birds and mammals crepuscular, they're at their prime,
when the daylight fades to muted at twilight time.
Birds calls echo like searchlights looking for a mate,
as the sun casts red and orange beams into the clouded sky.
The shadows grow to long and menacing fingers
stretching across the landscape as silhouette puppets
that play on the walls, efficacious and audacious.
Now the day has begun to fade into night.
I tend to nap and daydream in this half-life twilight
betwixt between, black and white, day and night.
Switching off, muting and blurring my attention,
until something in Nature jolts me awake,
like an alarm clock, making me bolt up, alarmed.
With heart racing, my distraction disarmed,
shaken and stirred, awakened and disturbed,
I take notice of the gentle glow and flow of twilight,
and see what I would otherwise have missed.
As I was enjoying a breakfast smoothie on the porch the other morning
far from the distractions of TV, radio or cable
a singular daddy long legs joined me at our picnic table.
I am not an expert…not an arachnid authority or swami…
but from what little I know about daddy long legs…
this daddy was a mommy.
I imagine she’s seen me every morning at this table sitting here
and through her arachnid instincts knew there was nothing she need fear.
She crawled right up to where I sat…and I watched her from my seat
as she felt around the table for something she could eat.
I was impressed with how she moved…with such ease and grace and class
and I loved the way she inspected the smoothie in my glass
Next she walked across my crossword puzzle
and as I watched her my confidence was shaken…
when she pointed to 61 across and shook her head
as if my answer was mistaken.
And when I checked my answer…to her utter satisfaction and delight…
this long legged arachnid…to my dismay…was right!
So spent breakfast together…at the table…side by side…
I enjoyed my smoothie
while she continued finding whatever morsels our table would provide.
As the two of us enjoyed our breakfast…
and the sun continued to rise
I returned my attention to my crossword puzzle…
under mommy long legs watchful eyes.
I’m hoping she comes back tomorrow…
to offer her company and share a bite or two…
and I’m interested to see if she’s as good at Wordle
as she is with crosswords too.
Procrastination
Written: by Tom Wright
Do you put things off hoping they’ll go away?
And find hoping doesn’t improve circumstances
You find calendar advanced the following day
And night’s slumber hasn’t improved your chances
Some days no matter the action you’ve taken
From a myriad of choices you’ve chosen wrong
And though confidence may be somewhat shaken
Your seldom traumatized for a time that’s long
The problems at sunrise will remain there yet
Unless some action is taken on your part
They’ll hang around to watch that same sun set
As anxiety builds inside your fragile heart
A thought
Just because your day has started wrong
Doesn’t mean that it isn’t a candidate for change.
Tom
"Have faith and not fear
I love you my dear."
How can a woman
Such as myself
Resist these words
And not fall herself?
I am wary for a reason
For life has been unkind
Love has been shaken
And I have been blind.
I feel that I am unworthy
And that I am forever
Meant to be alone
That this I must endeavor.
You see me as strong
And sometimes outspoken
Yet I am still fragile
And a part of me is broken.
I want to love again
And to feel the sun
Yet I feel I can't
For I am not the one.
The one who is happy
The one who is glad
For right now I am
The one that is so sad.
I must admit though
Your persistance is
Finally getting through
All of my emotional fizz.
I see the light is near
That I may finally be
Happy for once and
That someone loves me.
Please be patient
For sometimes I slip
Stay with me though
And my mood shall flip.
"Have faith and not fear
I love you my dear."
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