he's escaped,
have you heard the news?
Back on the streets,
killing them off in twos.
And this here's a wise guy.
What he does, you see,
is take the hearts of his victims,
and makes them crazy.
He fills them with false accusations,
poisons them with rage,
closes them off from logic and reason,
until they're trapped in their own little cage.
Then he feeds the heart only lies,
and points his finger of blame.
And once the heart has made up it's mind,
then he's finished playing the game.
Now you see why it's crucial we find him,
before he gets to me.
I'll kill before I have another relationship
ruined by jealousy.
22 Aug 08 6:38 AM
What is the difference between poetry and fluff?
How do you know when it’s the real stuff?
A poem from the heart carries a spirit in its words.
And it speaks to those who will hear it
and sings to them like birds.
A poem from the heart is felt within the soul.
It stirs the emotions into more
than one can hold.
A poem from the heart is seen within the mind.
Painting and creating future memories
for one to find.
A poem from the heart touches other hearts.
It creates lasting impressions like
true lovers torn apart.
Before the lapwing learned to fly
Before the flower came to die
Or make a presence of death
Out of the fragrance of our breath
Before the drum
And before the thunder rolled
A voice
Behind the curtain of the dark
Like a quickening, sudden spark
A voice
Across the waters scrolled
And now behold
Words with wings of tongue beating
In little cages, singing heartbroken songs
The Word
Becoming man
Dreaming of eternity out of eternity
That seems never coming back again
And I
Breaking global boundaries with my feathers
I crying to leave my chains
Like sepulchre clothing in a cave
I hating the partition of rooms, the segment of brains
Hating the new world order and oppression
Know my cage is not vitual
O let no genie turn my love into a ritual
I hear their wings beating in head
My heart is a sudden sleepless bed
I write the sound of images
My heart returning where I fled
Time and space chaining me to the dead
Things giving birth in my head.
Back to home after a tiring day
Wished to get a heartily repose
Reclined on sofa with no thought
Show in soup many featured posts.
One gained my attentive attention
About the unpaid nature so pure
Words simple touching the Soul
Pleasure as if from heart it flowed.
Stretching speechless all the more
Carried to a different land of allure
Far from material and glamour zone
Paused with fumbling words galore.
No comment for view of piece adored
As I turned “me “a messenger of God
To no longer let deforestation go on
Be a volunteer to nurture nature.
At my end prevent its wastage ever
No comment doesn’t imply not good
In fact the appreciation was heart felt
Rekindled the message of author to all.
Thankful to write this theme this day
As an opportunity for respect to pay
For letting view such austere writing
Changing my life for best than better!
My heart speaks with a wordless voice
Whilst my hands seek to word the noise
It does not understand at times
My emotions run riot in a haze of confusion
Amidst this sifting and separating
Of what really is that has to be said
About what, anything if at all something
My body convulses in a nameless agony
Painless in its infliction but restless
In its captivity within me
My eyes dance in a mysterious light
The first to decipher what my heart speaks but chooses to hide
From the heart with unfathomable depths
Innermost emotions forever, deeply stir
Overflowing at times they beg release from captivity
And in no way is dependent upon our reason or rhyme
Through verse they are freed and echo throughout the universe
Most often prompted by a sweet essence renowned
Through the musings of the spirit murmuring
Interpreting the dictates of heart to mind
The hopes and dreams of men lie in silent wait for liberty
The precepts of my free verse, and freedom of expression
Remain unencumbered, unrestrained
Without defamation, or degradation
Meant always to uplift and promote growth and success
And like waters from flowing rivers, irrigate and nurture seeds
Scattered across our parched, dry earth
Note: For John Freeman's "Your Precepts of Free Verse" Contest
when i write i speak my mind
nice, evil, mean and kind
i write word from word of my heart
straight from the keyboard, tearing the keys apart
pen to paper, empty space disappear
my heart grows faint and in a franite fear
what was once held in, is now out
told through a whisper or a shout
its however u read it and percieve it
u mite understand or mite neva get
read in between the line
feel it, copy it, and then call it mine
what is here is what i wrote
piece of my heart was told off through each note
each line is mine, i'll neva steal
i write wat i feel
i'll neva take away a piece of another thoughts
I write…
I write of many things- tangible and intangible
My faith and ideals, work and play
My life and loves; my successes and failures, too
Of war and peace and material things
A million thoughts throughout the day
Transform into forms and shapes
And my heart speaks its truths
Which crowd the corners of my mind
At times fiercely threatening to riot!,
It is then I pause and listen, as it seems they
Attempt to burst heart and mind at the seams!
And no recourse do I have then,
So eagerly, joyfully, I open wide, the gates!
I see them charge onto paper or electronic screen!
'Sweet freedom'! They seem to shout triumphantly,
In their final escape from emminent death!
They escape the endless holding cells
Then disburse throughout the universe
Seeking to inspire, console, bring some smiles
To feed weary souls of fellowmen.
I write because it brings me untold joy!
I am a poet
Almost dried up, you nurse my skin
Like breast or sun
And leave time's imagination thin
Your heart is a web spun
For my song, the poem stagnates
Upon your love's
Rivalry of tongue.
But I have a charm too, a pain word
Cannot resist
A sea deep talisman to be heard
However long love persist
Tempting the philistines to steal
My strength and sight
The valor of my flight.
Almost tongue still, heart deaf and cold
To moon's desires
I traffic in your spectrum fool's gold
Sparkling from cinders wild fires
That burns me off like mist on a glass
Drinking my thoughts like milk
Curdled in the kitchen sink.
This river that flows out of my passion
This life of life
Like seeds in me sown, is all my possession
Save it when you turn the knife
Against the foolishness of choice
To drip your cross
Upon the page's eternity for creation.
In the annuls of time
A song was written
By John Lennon
In love and smitten
His Japanese girl
Had caught his eye
Was it
The Beatles demise
The songs he wrote
Since the Beatles departed
It was 1971
And his new career started
In this year
His most famous write
A year after the Beatles
Disappeared from sight
His heart now captured
By a Japanese girl
Imagine that
His heart in a twirl
Her poetry inspired
For John to write
Her World War two horrors
Brought to light
For his inspiration
In his writing suit
Yoko Ono's book
Grapefruit
Imagine a raindrop
Imagine the clouds dripping
Give peace a chance
Listen to John's singing
In dedication to an Ex-Beatle whose awesome track " Imagine "
is sung all through out the world
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/music.php
Slight vibrations quake my heart
I long to hear her silent tone
Intervals are my demise
Apoptosis in lovers cell?
Thoughts race towards self-destruction
Divers expect a fatal crash
No fulfillment, no peace of mind
Nymphos in catholic school
Emoticons con my emotions
Truth lays in these dotted eyes
Blue crashing waves pull me under
No more desire to fight this pool
Curb my cravings of fasting hunger
I delight through unspoken solitude
A heart that beats is one that lives
My heart waits to hear the tune
I know nothing of meters and such
Never was one to read poetry much
Spent most of my life in the dark
A lost soul trying to make his mark
To free myself of my own plight
Picked up a pen and started to write
No idea what I would write about
I opened my soul let it all pour out
Lost in the plight of father time
I wrote out rhyme after rhyme
Through my poems it occurred to me
I’m no longer bound my mind is free
And with-in that freedom what I found
Every beating heart has its own sound
Many years later and free of the dope
I found in the Lord a brand new hope
Straight from my heart I hope I show it
It was truly my fate to become a poet
Your rhyme your lyrics your verse
So clever so telling so witty
Diverts delights tickles
My eye my heart my ear
My eye my heart my ear
To follow with love to applaud
Your postings your fellowship your talent
Each day to value here
To write the finest poem that your heart and mind permit
You must let go of yourself and earthly bonds, dream vocally
Speak aloud in your mind of feelings, both good and bad
Let the words overcome you, present themselves to you
Take them, rearrange them and stir in deep meaning
Thereby touching on the heart of something that matters so
In other words, to write that one, that special one, let yourself go
For naught
Tempt in darkness
That which the heart would not
Have revealed by light un-harnessed--
Confess
~O~
Confess
Have revealed by light un-harnessed--
That which the heart would not
Tempt in darkness
For naught
Comments: You know what they say about whats done in the dark... Be well stay blessed
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.