reality -
home, school
playground, job
in life everywhere we
are intellectually tested
t-rump -
an angry spoiled child
lost his billions and now
wants to rule the monopoly
game board with his farts
len
Categories:
quoth, absence, mental health,
Form: Free verse
Dedication to poet Richard. Quoth TheRaven
It all came to me one morning sunrise
And during the days to follow, Richard surprised me
With kind gestures and poetry
Bringing a calmness in what felt like a storm in the sea
His poems reach far and with depth, surely one of a kind
He is a special person, who speaks from reflections in mind
I think of his kindness, during sunrises I see
He made a difference shining softly, like the sun to me
Heidi Sands
8/14/20
Categories:
quoth, appreciation, care, friend,
Form: Free verse
Once upon a midnight chilly, on a ladder acting silly,
to my bedroom up I climbed and through my window slid.
Moonlight through my bedroom flickered. To myself I softly snickered,
feeling sure that once again my parents--oh, so clueless--did
not know my deeds. I heard a knock and under covers hid.
Dad stormed in with nails and hammer; then ensued a fearsome clamor
as with seven nails he sealed my window and my fate.
Then he wheeled around revealing ire that woke in me a feeling
I would sneak out nevermore. Now weekends at home, I hate.
October 5, 2018, entered in Juli-Michelle's Rhyme Battle XI
Categories:
quoth, father, teen,
Form: Rhyme
QUOTH THE DEMON . . . .
The end of the story, never ending
Haunting thoughts that will not cease
Thoughts from hell, the devil sending
Robbing me of any peace
Demon from hell, why doth thou haunt me
With these thoughts of my sweet Lenore
Will I see her e'er again
Said the demon, nevermore
What then, shall I sit and ponder
Tell me demon, I implore
Shall my thoughts forever wonder
Or be stilled forevermore
What ending do I have in sight
Through this long beguiling night
For my soul is yearning sore
To be rid of this anguish evermore
Will morning come in blissful splendor
And quell the fear of hell's agenda
Or must I remain in dark to wander
With thoughts of Lenore to ever ponder
26 March 2018
For the contest sponsored by Joseph May
Image number 1
Categories:
quoth, death, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Quoth The Raven
Under frosted blankets lay
On crispy frozen petals,
Sipping hearty beverages
Of dandelion and nettles,
As I gasp on misty chortles
Reflecting in an icy puddle,
Deathly spirits reminisce
Outside my winter huddle.
Snow, snow, she hath no gold
To pave my path to spring,
The raven stole my summer
To mend her broken wing,
I cannot pay my passage
If the mortal raven calls,
Neither he nor the tally man
Can catch me if I fall.
Darkness lays round about
In the silent fields of hell,
Naked as the eerie sound
Of a distant tolling bell,
My poisoned body squirming
Upon my true loves eyes,
Spreading feathers black as pitch
She flies, she flies, she flies.
Autumn seems a distant dream
Of amber painted leaves,
So I'll sleep 'neath the canopy
That is woven into wreaths,
There I mock the starless sky
As it shrouds my oaken chest
"Good riddance" quoth the raven
As they lay my bones to rest.
Categories:
quoth, raven,
Form: Rhyme
Quoth Vee Bdosa 157
I do not have enough time
in my life
for the things
that I do not
have time for.
Categories:
quoth, deep, future, philosophy, vanity,
Form: Free verse
I left myself vulnerable
I left myself exposed
But that will never happen again
No, nevermore
I offered myself to you
I sacrificed my soul
But that will never happen again
No, nevermore
I shared secret fantasies
All the dreams I had in store
But that will never happen again
No, Nevermore
I let you in the Holy Place
Where your image I adore
But that will never happen again
No, Nevermore
I let you taste my passion
Let it soak you to the core
But that will never happen again
No, Nevermore
I gave you control of me
Gave in to your whims and more
But that will never happen again
No, nevermore
I gifted to you my body
And let you caress my soul
But that will never happen again
No, nevermore
Though I gave you all I had
And opened my heart’s door,
Though to me you were a king
Whom I lived to please and more
You did not value me aright
Nor treasure me…what’s more
I KNOW that you will long for me
Now and Evermore!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
quoth, goodbye, parody, me,
Form: Rhyme