When I'm cruising down the street,
I'm not boozing while I eat!
I don't waste my time on luck,
I put my faith in my truck!
Thru sleet and snowy weather,
Our thirty years together,
Outlasted all the others,
All my truck driving Brothers!
But nothing could be finer,
Parked near a local diner,
Than a truck driving Sister...
That's a "Truck Driver" Mister!
Categories:
outlasted, travel,
Form: Rhyme
JESSICA DAWN NWAD ACISSEJ
Jesting with shadows, A twin's eerie grin,
Echos of laughter where the black cat has been.
Skeletons waltz by the dim candlelight,
Sister, you are the one who loves the dark of the night.
In a dance macabre, with bony, tapping toes,
Chaos and humor wherever you go.
Always a joke, a morbid, whispered rhyme,
Darkness falls heavy, we've outlasted all time.
As twin souls twined in this haunted design,
Whispers and shadows our playful domain.
Never a moment without a joke, and a little bit of pain.
Numbness steals the laughter from the cold, still air.
Watching the black cat's shadow creep with care,
All the playful skeletons now return to their rest.
Darkness waits, as a new night puts us to the test,
As twin souls, our mirth is kept in a cage.
Cold moonlight turns another haunted page.
In the silence, our jokes are a forgotten dream.
Still, we are bound by this eternal scheme.
Sister, our dance will continue past all time.
Endlessly in this graveyard, our ghostly mime.
Jesting with shadows, our hearts beat a slow rhyme.
Categories:
outlasted, best friend, bird, sister,
Form: Acrostic
The stars once whispered secrets in the dark,
Now silence hangs like frost upon the trees—
No tender sign, no ever-burning spark,
Just shadows drifting over cold distant seas.
I held a truth once, small and clear and bright,
A jewel I found in dusk’s uncertain light—
But now the day dissolves into the gental dark night,
And I am lost in shores of shifting sand.
The faces smile, but none of them are real,
The words they say ring hollow in my ears—
What once could wound no longer makes me feel,
The wells are dry, I have outlasted tears.
I used to sing when spring was in the air—
Now even birds seem strangers in the sky.
Is this despair, or only a mute that can't hear,
Of something too worn down to even cry?
I just don’t know. And that must be enough,
in life.
Categories:
outlasted, 12th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Her disappointment
Has outlasted her a lifetime
She now hates all men
Because of one awful man
Stereotyping sadness
Categories:
outlasted, men,
Form: Tanka
No other people has endured the constant persecution
3,330 years of constant suffering
From the Egyptian Pharaohs' enslavement and buffeting
down through 20th and 21st century executions
Yet we Jews are still here, still strong in our faith
Where are the Egyptians with their pyramids tall
The Babylonians and Romans, not to mention Gaul
We've outlasted them somehow, survived them all
Our secret is the Torah, given at Sinai to Moses
We chose Him, so He chose us ~
over those who oppose us
Categories:
outlasted, god, history, irony, jewish,
Form: Rhyme
I really like pretending
Especially at night
Then I can pretend
That I lead a different life
But when I am awake
I play Elder Scrolls 5
And distraction that it brings me
Makes everything alright
I know it may sound crazy
To wish I was 2D
But if it is crazy
Crazy’s all I’ll ever be
It sounds like a fib
such a strange thing to hear
But nothing learned is learned
From the place of learning here
I don’t say that to be rude
It’s unfortunate, but true
Skyrim taught me how to survive
How to escape and to elude
It taught me how to fight
When to fight, and for who
Skyrim is the reason
I’ve outlasted many nights
Living in 2D taught me how to feel alive
Categories:
outlasted, character, education, true love,
Form: Rhyme
A picture that has outlasted time
allows memory to remain sublime;
wide smiles on sun-tanned faces,
bare feet on warm sand dunes!
The windless and gleaming sea
seemed vaster than the greenest lea;
white sails enhanced the spectacle
approaching the illuminated horizon
and they would return at early sundown
loaded with fish that would still wiggle!
Childhood saw the same beach with empty shells,
the same footprints deeper than long furrows;
ah, none of them remained after the torrential rain
wiped them away...such was the youth of vagrant men!
A picture that outlasted time
reminds of an era where wine
was a celebration at dinnertime...
turkey dripping with spicy brine,
glasses filled with Southern sunshine!
Categories:
outlasted, autumn, beauty, family, happiness,
Form: Rhyme
I surrender,
I have fought the good fight,
I have outlasted most,
In the fight that is seemingly lost.
I will leave the battlefield.
To spend more time with my grandson,
So one day in the future he might be the one,
To stop the slide into oblivion,
Of a once proud language,
That used pictures sparingly,
With the words, the main focus for the telling of the story.
Now the English language could be better understood by
The ancient Egyptians.
Or those who have not graduated from, only looking at
The pictures in any book they happen to come across.
I am no longer up to reading between the lines,
When scanning for news that is not fake,
Or guessing the relationship between the picture,
And the main story.
A by-line of a senior journalist,
No longer a guarantee,
Of good grammar or an ability to spell.
So, I surrender,
To the new order,
And will no longer,
Fret about when to use a comma,
I may even dispense with spell check.
I will, however, leave space enough
Just in case there is anybody out there,
Who can still read between the lines.
Categories:
outlasted, analogy, anger, bereavement, betrayal,
Form: Imagism
My love how the years have come and gone
we have almost outlasted time
how could I have known you'd be with me forever
you were my dream
We loved each other as teenagers
inexperienced with great trepidation
we felt heaven that first date
everybody said we were too young
Was there ever a truer promise of forever so cherished
it was that short eternity we spent in our youth
I felt we were masters of our world
I carry your brilliance in my forever memories
What more can heaven offer me?
that I haven’t experienced with you
to love you has been a religion to me
a love that in my youth needed to be released
What more is there to love?
what more can I expect from it?
I have known the audacity of Love with you
How much more Love can there be in the universe?
The cynic will say
There are many more loves to explore
But I say to explore what?
How about many more hearts to conquer?
But not for me I reply
I have tasted the gift of love from my life's love
what more is there, I ask you?
Nothing; only my gratitude to my generous God
Categories:
outlasted, love, memory, together, true
Form: Free verse
Lovely are the woods of Aberdeen,
With many a grassy hill and sudden ravine,
Far beyond the most recent care,
Where the ruby sun doesn't dare.
Color as rich as soft velvet,
Deep green now and deeper yet.
Dense and dark and coolly calm,
Heart's serenity, nature's balm.
Precious life, beautiful and free,
Is cloaked most royally.
Such are forests of sweet Aberdeen,
The like of which were never seen.
And carpeted grounds to walk upon
To meditate flitting papillon!
Branching limbs of trees so tall,
And a green canopy covers all.
Jade and emerald and occasionally lime,
This is the wood that outlasted time.
A vibrant green that's seen no change
And like all beauty, it's strange.
Categories:
outlasted, age, beautiful, endurance, green,
Form: Rhyme
On my 100th birthday I will glad to see
A blow torch of candles so very hot it will be
And I can tout in such a sincerest way
I have no enemies on this special day
For they have all passed from this mortal coil
As the years go by I have outlasted them in this greatest toil
To now sit back and broadly smile so easily
You see having a great life is the best revenge you see.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
outlasted, age, old,
Form: Ballad
We were two happy kids knowing no stride,
we had lots of secrets that were kept inside;
a childhood innocence that joy couldn't hide,
wild screams exchanged on the swing ride.
In the hot sun we were free with no mom to chide,
going everywhere, allowing true feelings to confide;
no words were meaningless, nothing was put aside,
beneath every dazzling cloud we seemed to glide.
A picture that has outlasted time is endless pride,
the youngest love ever felt by two can still abide;
free on that meadow, we were Bonnie and Clyde,
too bittersweet are those memories I carry inside.
Categories:
outlasted, absence, children, friendship, growing
Form: Monorhyme
Formless faces wandering up and down the streets. The fractured remains of better days drifting toward the final act. The Almost Men sag and lurch about as if intoxicated from the sweet ambrosia that is repetition. They sit, silent and paralyzed in dark rooms, transfixed by the equally alluring gazes of the twin Goddesses habit and addiction. The Almost Men were not always so lost and alone. In a time long past, or so they perceive, they were men of purpose and burning desire. They fought for the ideals they believed in. They dreamt of sailing a thousand different oceans; of passionately chasing the endless sky. However their mortal frames outlasted the fire that lit their souls. Leaving hollow husks too tired to deal with the onslaught of the world around them. So the Almost Men retreated into the safe patterns of repetitive existence and turned their backs on their once beloved ideals. Such is their curse, to be filled with great potential only to be consumed from the inside by the overwhelming sense of doubt and fate.
Categories:
outlasted, allegory, angst, confusion, fear,
Form: Free verse
Out of the Darkness
Out of the darkness, we have emerged. The storm has passed, the skies are clear.
From where I stand, I reach out to you, so glad that we are still here
There were moments it looked so doubtful that we would ever make our way
through
So many times we almost gave up and good times seemed so few
We reached this point, away from the negative, on a promise that outlasted a lie
We held on to something we were not sure of, but we had to try
Finally, we stand here, face to face
In the warmth of love’s embrace
Finally, we are happy, but there is also fear
And sadness in knowing that one day you won’t be here
Life is full of irony, and this love will prove it, too
I finally feel like we found our way, but now I face losing you
I try to smile and enjoy today, not letting you know I’m scared
If we are ever forced apart, will you know how much I cared?
You have become a greater love than I ever imagined you’d be
I want nothing more than to keep you, but love means setting you free
By Melissa Farrow
January 2011
Categories:
outlasted, angst, girlfriend-boyfriend, loss, lost
Form: Lyric
Her chestnut hair, loosened, cascading endlessly,
gone.
Her never-tiring gaze searching the corners of my heart,
gone.
Her smile so radiant it outshone the sun,
gone.
Her words in which she reinvented the world,
no more.
Her beauty outlasted twenty summers and then was
gone.
I never saw them cut her locks,
never saw the light in her starved eyes pale,
never saw her smile retreat,
or heard her fall silent
as her body slowly froze
before they burned her, too,
upon some piled-up pyre.
For I stood by as the black car took her,
At a distance
Safe
Rooted
My love dismissed by egoism
Categories:
outlasted, losssmile,
Form: Free verse
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