The Hermit,
The Misfit,
Cast into light.
Pushed by shadow,
uncomfortably,
Blinding masses without fight.
Different priorities,
Contrasting Seasons,
Flowing around and behind sight.
From every direction,
Endless layers unite,
No separation in the shine.
Looking closer,
A pillar standing,
Inability to stay polite.
Golds and pearlescence,
Kind and transparent,
Good with all of her might.
The mirror is my quiet friend,
It doesn't laugh at me,
It sees the tears I try to hide,
And holds my gaze when pain won't slide.
It never says anything, yet understand,
Reflects the tremble in my hands.
Like rain that falls when alone,
It weeps with me in silent tone.
So when the world turns cold and blind,
I seek the glass that’s always kind.
It shows me scars, but not with shame
Just proof I’ve lived through every flame.
What if the sky is a set of mirrors
That reflects the passing of time
As time goes by, the answer appears
Why the outer life we can’t find
Seeing through time isn’t a metaphor
But a mind and a heart plugged in
Unaware of what is this net for
We are living our lives within
So a search for the creatures like us
Maybe reflects what we were
Before we became the stardust
Sending our light to nowhere
In my eyes, the sought truth reflects,
But my lips speak only lies, incessantly.
That's how I am, a soul that resists,
Every personality it meets along the way.
Sweet words like homemade pastries,
But my eyes and heart hide unknown treasures, unshared.
Once I had a delicate soul of pure gold,
But my innocence was shattered, and life became a burden.
You deserve love and care, I am convinced,
But not from me, for I cannot be your support.
Love is pure, a sacred and profound belief,
And I, unworthy, cannot answer it.
I do not offer you my fragile heart, afraid to harm,
Afraid to lose again, to drown in life's swirling storm.
It's better to keep the silence of these feelings,
Letting them flow like an underground river to the calm sea.
In this melancholic silence, I find my refuge,
Between hidden desires and fears that distance me from what I could be.
I remain an enigma, a paradox of existence,
For in the search for truth, I have lost the essence.
Razored shards
Sharp metal gleam white covered in silvery chrome
hard long mean a razor blade brilliant and keen
Reflexive in thought slashing through fresh
It flashes a brilliant spark,
tracing arcs through the nightmares air
A twist of flash, digging of marrow
blade slides home
divides the meat from the bone
bring the crimson to heat
A razor reflects in seconds of fate an image flash feeling the aftermath
A Great refraction
Recollection is a collection of desolate images
strewn across lost boulevards,
as homes burn
discarded cars churn
the blade is cold hard long razored Keen
Reaction retraction of sight
the nano fire tracks the hard light
glancing off chrome brilliant, a spark
the division of flesh pouring
of crimson heat awash all in red
Razored shards of sharp metal
sliver gleam covered in bright chrome keen
if its water element
then its all a big event
freely given its God sent
mirroring our firmament,
liquid matter can't be bent
cuz its fluid it wont rend,
if its water, element.
Contest Name: Elemental
Sponsor: Charles Messina
July 8, 2021
My obsession with writing implements is getting out of hand,
while not quite turning out as planned. I’m still without
that vintage Montblanc, but I’m saving a place in my cabinet
for it, right in the middle where it’ll really shine.
a good pen is
necessary for writing
rivers of ink
I collect all sorts of pens, varieties of nibs allow me to create poetry and illustrate it too; it allows me to create universes. With the ink, I am in flow.
the power of
the fountain pen
creating worlds
My pride is a toss-up between Parker Blue Diamonds and Esterbrooks; if they don’t glide like silk across the page
my creativity stalls. What is given to me, echoes through my soul.
the rivers that flow
from my soul onto the page
channeled scenes
3-24-2021
ALL YOURS (Mar 26) Poetry Contest
Brian Strand
left looks for defects
the right all things imperfect
blame the weak effect
loud verbosity inflects
propaganda hate infects
By
David Kavanagh
The more we focus on what shines inside
That has us taking this amazing ride
Living life's highest high's
To the stars, so we can mystify
About our love, we won't let slip by
In a place, we can both occupy
Where we see the beauty eye to eye
Baby, it will never be about saying goodbye
You sure know how to make my spirit fly
The good lord would testify
How you taught my heart to reach for the sky
You have to know how hard I try
To give you my love supply
Energising what grows so deep inside
Knowing we have concord love far and wide
How wonderful it feels living without having to hide
Opening up a world that we can justify
Where our life is so electrified
Love that brings on life's most rewarding high
With a woman, who magnifies
All the love that reflects from your eyes
Happiness reflects upon the rivers of Tranquility…Peace and Quiet hone in on its Joy
Russell Sivey
In Midnight Mirrors, Thy Beauty Reflects
In midnight mirrors, thy beauty reflects
rays that brighten the waning moon.
Life serenity, Nature's architects,
find thy grace equal its great boon.
Hold thy touch, for very few deserve
dearest blessings, thy sweetest smile.
Art's true masterpieces pale to thy curves
thy laughter makes it all worthwhile.
Send again, deep cheer thy tender heart spreads
longings to hear thee play and sing.
Within thy soft glows rest bright sunset reds
thy great heart forbids worshiping.
In daylight dreams, thy spirit so renews.
All suffering from lonely blues.
Robert J. Lindley, 2-11-2017
(Sonnet)
Syllables Per Line:10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 10 8 0 10 8 Total # Syllables:126 Total # Words:88
as fire glows in
Desert flowers' beam reflects
petals ignites love
Blue Eyes That Her Glory Reflects
(Through Your Eyes, Visual 4)
Bright glittering gold bleeds into blue eyes,
heart's beauty reflected in calm skies.
Magnificent splendor of my lover's face,
her memory, eternity can not erase!
Robert J. Lindley, 06-12-2015
Written for contest..
Nette's contest, "Through Your Eyes"
Number of words used was max, 25 words.
Visual 4..
Note-I was inspired greatly by this theme and the picture given and wrote a much longer poem but this is the short version allowed by contest requirements.
The long poem is in my private journal.
Hear this voice, " You were born a woman:
act like one, the word "Woman" does not mean "Man".
God never makes mistakes in conception,
even when choosing a specific name:
He's not a computer with a glitch, He is perfection!
The lifestyle of the parents are to blame,
it's insane how humans transform themselves
into monsters creating the fierce battle of the sexes!"
Hey, you get off my cloud! Vulgarity is reflected in your character,
your sleaziness comes across as words are spoken;
you hang out where cocaine is sniffed and weed stings on
breath in a den of demons where they breathe poisonous air:
their judgment is withdrawn from their minds to comprehend danger!
Continue to indulge in perverted pleasure, ignore constant warnings:
the thought of decency scares you as your hatred increases;
whatever you plan, it will not succeed: this mind never bends!
Copyright ( c ) 2015 by Andrew Crisci
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Life Reflects
bird sat on a perch
ocean reflects upon clouds
rain fills a great void
Haiku, contest entry
08-13-2014
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