As i listen to the thoughts, I see that they're not my own; They're not my kind of company, the lowest type of tone. I'd rather not speak back to them, or follow where they roam; I'll watch them from a'far instead; Behind the safety zone.
My walls are tall. I’ve built them strong
To keep out all who don’t belong.
It seems a lonely life but not so much.
For protection, safety’s sake,
I’ve built them so they cannot break.
You can’t be hurt if you cannot be touched.
Here in my heart alone I dwell
Within this mighty citadel.
A fortress keeping foreigners at bay.
I won’t expose my fragile heart
To those who might tear it apart.
My signs are posted, “Danger! Keep away!”
I like it here with only me.
Though I may hurt, no one can see.
My secrets safe from anybody else.
With solitude my only friend
My heart might have a chance to mend.
At least that’s what I try to tell myself.
Perhaps, someday I’ll drop my shield,
My fortress then an open field
Where one might dance and play beneath the sky.
But until then I’ll keep them strong,
Staying here where I belong,
Where none will ever see the tears I cry.
Yet, strangely I can faintly hear
A quiet voice drift to my ear.
Singing, “Let me in,” persistently.
It troubles me to hear this song
That gently echoes on and on.
For why would anybody want to be
In here with me
Comforting as a warm moonbeam
you come to me in the night
make me believe everything's alright
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tiptoeing
through a minefield
f r a u g h t
with combustible opportunities
a groom
jilted at the altar by bride
who'd rather stay
"just friends."
humiliated at his wedding,
still reeling
from devastating heartbreak,
yet he won't throw in the towel.
he's sucked back into
the rabbit hole of presentiment.
family and friends
scratch their heads
in frustration;
they push him
to make a clean break...
" leave this woman, she will hurt you, again!,"
they implore.
s e n s i n g
inevitable trouble
on the horizon,
they preach safety first,
yet, he stubbornly chooses
to flirt
with danger;
so it's back to square one.
he still loves her, deeply,
but does she?
Safety on the bus each and every day,
Mindfulness of other drivers don't let your attention stray.
Look high and look low
Safety risk may come and go.
I do not lack for meat or bread,
The roof keeps rain off of my head.
At night I rest in my warm bed,
Thanking God for all that I just said.
ski resort mascot
service dog all business
my life in your hands
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Posted on May 6, 2025
your
love lost
heart pines||||from lurking impostors||||safety key
protect it live life in
locked safe time
The safety net dangles
blows, twists, and turns
in the increasing winds
cut from its moorings,
and the people fall
grasping for
the shredded and useless
remains
evisceration of social programs
Medicaid, food stamps
consumer protection
job security
cuts to vital research
alienation of long-faithful allies
emulating dictators instead
flouting of the courts
rescinding environmental laws
erasing history and
all vestiges of non-white
accomplishments
making America white again
issuing edicts to silence
all who do not bend
the media universities
judges Congress
art and social institutions
theater and concerts
forcing religion in schools
Constitution be damned!
and the torn safety nef
flaps in the wind
Cold night engulfs an injured bird
Wings caging it from
The naked reality
It seeks warmth
In a frosted golden cage
Of escaping hope...
I was five, crossed the road
to climb a massive oak tree
and fell flat on my back
amazing I managed to get up again
in comparison
kids today are kept on a leash
and rightly so
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Sweetling,
the ground is steady here
come, stand beside me
let the world shift and tremble;
still, we remain.
We are unshaken.
My Dream,
the space is small,
yet dreams unfold,
and no walls confine us.
let us build wonders to the horizon
and monuments that kiss the sky.
Our story never ends.
My Heart,
the shadows stir with monsters lurking
but they cannot reach us.
Here, we are untouchable,
protected by belonging.
Hold my hand,
and the darkness cannot take us.
We cast the dark away.
My Star,
a roaring flame burns bright between us
it never flickers nor will it wane,
in its glow, we are immortal,
and kept warm for all our days.
Let it light the way.
My Love,
this is our place, our safe harbour,
uncharted and unspoiled, our love the only port.
we build it within the folds of time,
a space where we are safe,
a place where we are whole.
Close your eyes, we are home.
I walked through the valley of Death,
Where so many had walked before.
On every tomb there lay a flower,
That had taken their last breath—
For it’s darkness that holds the power,
And it’s darkness you can’t ignore.
I saw demons chanting songs of woe,
I saw babes wailing, lost; alone.
Black chapels crumble, halls decayed,
Mourning love lost long ago.
For it’s the season of loss that stayed,
Echoing in their hearts of stone.
Yet I too can see a gold Light,
Walking through the tamed vale of shade.
A tender hand, outstretched and brave,
That lights a burnt candle bright.
For it’s God who holds the love we gave,
And shares it as his hallowed blade.
So, let not worry chain your hearts,
And know the value of your loved breath;
I do see the White Bell’s chime call,
And destroy Death’s dark arts.
For it’s God who gives light to all,
And it’s God who walks warmly ‘longside death.
I have found freedom and safety in my madness,
like a secret forest where the wind whispers unknown secrets,
the freedom of solitude, where the echoes of footsteps are just for me,
and the safety of remaining misunderstood, an invisible fortress
that shields me from gazes wanting to pierce beyond the veil of mystery,
for those who understand us enslave a part of our soul,
collectors of stars trying to capture light in glass jars.
In the labyrinth of my mind, every turn hides a universe of thoughts,
where the misunderstood becomes an unbounded sea, a refuge from those
who would decipher my secrets, and in that freedom,
I find my true essence, like a butterfly dancing among shadows,
knowing that in every moment of solitude, it gains its wings of freedom.
Thus, I continue to wander through inner landscapes,
where madness becomes a sanctuary, a world of dreams and hidden desires,
seeking the infinite in every corner of my soul,
knowing that true safety is to never be fully revealed,
to always carry with me a touch of mystery, a secret realm
that only I can explore in the silence of my consciousness.
It occurs that safety measures
Are more dangerous than dangers
Who’ll protect us from security
Lives beyond the clouds obscurity
God takes ultimate control
He’s the One who knows it all
Tells that safety measures bit
We should treasure in complete
Otherwise a little devil
Mean old master of the rebel
Will set trouble in our minds
Thus to evil we’ll abide
With God’s blessing we’ll become
Little devil’s human scum
If we see an extra plot
In the safety that we’ve got
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