You found the old pieces of the pendant which I gave you,
You joint them back again,
They connected your emotions with the glass coating which covered the pendent,
They soaked the sadness of your heart on the emrald pedestal,
You holded it too lightly that it slipped from your hand,
It broked into pieces and lost its value again...
I pick those pieces up and try to join them back,
They have turned into crumb
The glass has broken the shine is lost,
I put it back into the box of my heart and never open the door again....
~Riya?
Categories:
pendent, 10th grade, art, black
Form: Free verse
You found the old pieces of the pendant which I gave you,
You joint them back again,
They connected your emotions with the glass coating which covered the pendent,
They soaked the sadness of your heart on the emrald pedestal,
You holded it too lightly that it slipped from your hand,
It broked into pieces and lost its value again...
I pick those pieces up and try to join them back,
They have turned into crumb
The glass has broken the shine is lost,
I put it back into the box of my heart and never open the door again....
~Riya?
Categories:
pendent, 10th grade, art, black
Form: Free verse
There is a language
in earth and in trees
that pushes from deep
upwards to where words
become form in leaf
and blossom unfolding
in air with open mouths –
a language that takes your breath
and fills you full as if all love
was held gorged, cupped
in a pendent spasm
and to move would make
you burst and fill
the air with pollen.
Categories:
pendent, spring, tree,
Form: Free verse
Chaotic Conversations
(A Matter of Time)
David J Walker
perhaps it is diseased
it said
the voice
whispering in my head
criticizing its creator
they will know
you know
it said
confident of
a pendent timeline
awaiting the charm of the chime
the tightly wound clock’s alarm
coming sooner
or maybe later
in chaotic conversations
but anyway
its just a matter of time
Categories:
pendent, allegory, imagery, time,
Form: Rhyme
Crystal dewdrop jewels pendent from leafless Hawthorne
over snowdrop pearls and early golden buds of daffodil.
A blackbird upon Sparrow, Peggy Gladys does adorn,
while morning light accentuates the name of Mitchell, Bill.
I look behind, my footsteps in the dew a path have worn,
past Throwers by the row, as well as Bunting, Jane. Stowe, Daniel.
Categories:
pendent, daffodils,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
“Moron”, O I speak thoughts of days have passed
How reckless was I, foolish words ran wild
O flee fast time, let the memories stay last
O Fate through looking mirrors pendent vile
That sneering viper, distorted visage
Dare lay its eggs in the presence of grace
Made barren these chambers, bleak and lifeless
“Idiot”, sounds resonant, brought and fazed
“These loving eyes,” she then speaks, “Dare they glance
At some-faulty-where, cast them on my lips
Follow their movements spare no passing chance
Hear these words and then forever instill:
I’ve granted you my life, my heart, my Love
Let not your Heart be vexed by those thoughts ‘bove”
Categories:
pendent, beautiful, love, romance, sad
Form: Sonnet
"the willows dip
Their pendent boughs, stooping as if to drink." William Cowper
To a Weeping Willow
The graceful, sweeping green
I remember seeing it,
my first weeping willow
graceful trails of leaves
bending to touch its own reflection
Growing on a creek bank thick with grasses
I lay there in the soft tufts,
dreaming, staring up at clouds
watching the zig-zag flitters
of a butterfly.
Now days never seem so long
Wherever its pure tapestry reigns
in fragrant gardens, wherever
they take root; on creek-beds
sometimes by a charming bridge.
Weeping Willows have become for me
symbols of long peaceful days
I stop to gaze at them in gardens,
in paintings, in books that picture them
my hand lingers on the page
Beside a lacquered pond they still
touch their own reflections
with long, whispering trails
Once, in a dream, I saw one
with pallid catkins,
on a lonely promontory
beside a forgotten grave-
an echo of grieving.
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
pendent, earth, grief, tree,
Form: Free verse
Even if it rains
in white
snow,
I will shelter
my head
under a black
umbrella.
For the white
storm
that
splattered the
bones of
Nehanda and
Kaguvi,
i will always
dangle a black
pendent.
For the white
oriented
hatred
that
narrowed the
life of Martin
Luther Jnr,
I will smear
this black
powder on
my skin
to dwell in
rememberence
Even if it
pours in red
blood,
I will with
me carry a
black
umbrella.
For the black
dye that was
used
to die the grey hair of our
ageing
fathers for
sale in foreign
lands,
I will not
trade this
umbrella for a
penny.
For all the
fallen heroes
whose names
were never
written on
black
tombstones,
I will always
wear a black
beret in my
heart.
Call me black,
nothing is at
stake.
I take all the
bullets
if the sound
of the gun
keeps the
world awake.
Do not shed a
tear....
...the poem
just did-
Read-the-
poem-ALOUD
If you are
proud to be
black.
Categories:
pendent, black african american
Form: Elegy
The tattoos, the body and the moonlit shine.
Lusting shadows, the winds of change;
Busting seams, subdued passions as they soar.
Tremors in the voice, the fascination of her moulds.
Swaying tides the occults, the mesmerism of her lips.
Churning frolics of her wears, the innocence in the eyes.
Lost, were these flowing forms on the sands of time;
Yellow blossoms the astrophytum in the wilderness.
It is the dragon, on your back that woos.
The sawan-ki-ghata, that coils to the fore;
And the pendent loops, that entice you to him.
Free flow like silks are your contours of love.
Sparkling gold as whites the dryness, the dews;
On highs, like the virgin flower It’s sheen.
Touches, from the mascara and the eyebrow shrouds,
Entwined lashes daring your mystics your charms.
It is he that alights fires in you;
Burning are the two, in the clouds and the rain.
Though the monster shrinks to the tattooed back,
Strong are his bonds as the fountain flows;
With the crusts and the troughs like the ocean wide.
Silent are the twangs, the sinews of love
And you in your deepened harmony;
Blossom and bloom to his magical flute.
Categories:
pendent, love
Form: Free verse