Those
days are gone
When anything makes
You Angry or sad ,stressed
You just cry
There are no more saviors, only shadows dancing in the mist,
The rivers of memory no longer flow gently, but disappear into the abyss.
Myths that soothed the mundane have faded, leaving only silence,
Only waiting remains, an echo that never ends.
The voice repeats like a refrain of lost time,
The short breath hides between two silences.
The world does not end with divine revelations or dreams,
But with stumbling steps, absurd replies, and wanderings.
In this vast void, a new, fragile ethic is born,
To endure the empty time, to laugh in the face of cold ruins.
To speak even when words are lost in echoes,
To move forward, even if every step brings you down.
“Try again, fail again, but fail better,”
Is the minimum dignity in a world of shadows and dreams.
The only heroism left to us in the face of nothingness,
Is to rise from our falls, to reinvent ourselves from the ashes.
Loved your new movie***
But, did you do your own stunts???
That's JUST what I thought!!!
not new nor novel no more
See some sights, see some more
But now I am standing at my door
The room the same as before
not new nor novel no more
Still, I can't be bothered to make a change
Yet I'm longing to turn the page
standing still at center stage
not new nor novel no more
But I could change the game
If I could only bother to
But it's the same as it was
not new nor novel
I have no more winter in me
no more snow
no more snowflakes, neither cheerful
nor sad
the nights are white, and
palms are death,
and
the lost heart
beats in
the desert
I have no more winter in me
no snowflakes, neither cheerful
nor sad
only
silence, in
my chest
crushed by the air,
waits at
the
window
the
leaves
dance
lazily
in
the abyss
The jagged edges tear apart
The cornerstones of her heart
Each day, there's an emotional dart
Thrown by her counterpart
The husband's venom impart
And sadly, she's his push cart
Where seemingly, she's his spare part
That he abuses with his mouthpart
She's fallen to her knees and kick-start
Thus, a bullseye that cries for a depart
For the jagged edges will never depart
But wisely, she needs to be smart
And distance herself from his blackheart
She yearns for smooth edges and a new start
In the end, she clears off her sweetheart
connie pachecho
7/31/25
Who are you
to stand in my way?
Step aside ~
I'm here ready to
claim my birthright.
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Beckoning heart for rest
God's haven offers peace*
soothing gloom midst blest bliss
quieting weary soul
tired of woes, drenched with tears
for vibrant hope that reigns.
*2 Thessalonians 3:16 Now the Lord of peace himself give you peace always by all means. The Lord be with you all.
July 8, 2025
4th place, "SOME KIND OF MISTY" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 7/11/2025
Geologists say ‘by your leave’,
we’re famously polite:
we wear our heart upon our sleeve,
rejoice at rhyolite.
We’re very patient people, but
I tolerated stuff before
that I’m not taking any more:
up with this I will not put.
Don’t bring to me your xenolith,
preposterous, fantastic:
I’m done with make-believe and myth:
my ire is pyroclastic.
Don’t tell me pressure makes a gem,
discomfort forges what’s sublime:
the aimless drip of frameless time
creates a speleothem.
Some things improve with age, it’s true,
while others just feel dated:
to sleight of hand, to me and you,
I’m simply indurated.
I’m wise to every move you make –
I’m distanced from your wiles,
meanders, stratagems and smiles -
a placid oxbow lake.
I went to search for a used winch in stuff auction market:
found not bad yellow winch
his owner said am from Welsh,
do payment now no more welsh
No More War
Marching boots echo
no birds sing in the
shattered valleys.
Children’s toys buried
beneath the smoking ruins
where are they ?
Flags wave in triumph,
but mothers get folded notes
instead of sons.
Steel birds above us
drop fire with no memory
earth weeps sorrowfully
A soldier's last breath
drifts with dust into the wind
nameless in the dark.
.
No victor remains
when the fields are filled with blood
only ghosts rejoice.
Old men talk of pride,
But young men vanish into mud
history forgets and forget
Rain falls on helmets,
drowning cries beneath the mud
the war will never end.
In a child’s drawing,
the sun bleeds behind barbed wire
innocence erased forever
The earth spins once more —
blossoms rise from ash and bone,
whispering, “No more.”
Planet in flux…it sucks
No refuge..Scrooge rules..
Stooges subterfuge deluge..
Fossil fuel fools..
Poleaxes..then relaxes…
As the earth burns..
As it turns..on its axis..
***************
Us schmucks battling....
Puzzling...prattling clucks...
Aloof to proof....daft defiance..
Shucks the sleuth of science..
**************
Glower at their ivory tower..
Cruise ship trip fillip..
Dour baby boomer power..
******
Absurd herd..cans compliance
Uncouth trampling truth..
Nip & tucks alliance..
Mottled rucks…throttled petro bucks...
Plucks for retro reliance..
*******
Muzzling…weasel hatchets meddling...
Diesel guzzling trucks..
Saluting high falutin polluting
Pander to propaganda pedaling..
Ratchets up our dander…
Open the ruddy window!
Have a bloody gander!
My shadow still lingers closely,
Though only from behind. There's no more leading shadow,
All that's left, is die...
As I lead our way through,
the turbulent times ahead;
My shadow hides behind me,
until It knows that I am
Dead...
As I look upon these stones,
scattered across this land,
Most of which I knew and even held their hand..
Without the sight to see, deep within each tomb,
I know now that what's left,
is just coffins full of bones...
One potato, two potato, three potato four;
I'm almost prepared, to walk through that final door...
Five potato. six potato, seven potato
No more...
I agree with your move to liberty.'
All have suffered, under the same tyranny.!
Ibrahim highligted at the un
Now may all humanity become free.!
Consider wiser not emotion
We don't need to go back
After separation has done
Nothing to feel pawn again
Feeling sorry will fix all
Need new goals to follow
Stock trust not to wander
Return hug who mend your heart.
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