Short Besiege Poems

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Besiege My Fortress

I suppose I had no choice
                         …but to collapse.
I'll always lose my path among the wreckage;
I can't keep my spirit from fleeing its traps.
What's the matter with me?
              …I solace in this relapse.


Silent Night

Light goes out,
door closes,
the thick silence all that fills the void.
Thoughts besiege me now.
I look to the cot for escape.
But alas, I am betrayed.

War begins,
world burns,
each soldier brought down before they're time.
It proves not who's right.
The slaughter only proves who is left.
The one winner, turmoil.
Form:

No Longer Seeking

I am looking for a place
Where I no longer seek your face
In every man I see

Where tears won’t well
And sorrow does not dwell
When thoughts of you besiege

Where the anguish in my heart
Will forever depart  
And joyfulness returns to me

Someday I will be open 
Brave, no longer broken
Able to again be me
Form: Rhyme

Besiege

I listen to the rain’s soft music
of preludes of notes over deeper night
refreshing the venial air
which kisses the
zenith of my
sidereal heart
your hands besiege
my wax body
painted slowly with
drops of rain
my skin
water flowers
pink snowflakes
purple butterflies
you take the rain
& dress me as your queen,
the solstice kiss
and the silence of breath

Con Game

Ambush of a lie
North wind does it lie?
Or south leeward it lay?
Where does it lie?

Mounting evidence lying east 
A peaking testament laying west 
Gusty lies besiege down the crest
Why do Liars conspire against the honest?

Truth grazed in the valley
Squally lies ruffled the prairie
A Liar lurking trapped veracity
Oh how Liars hunt for morality
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member City Living

Bright lights
Hustling bustling 
Going home to my throne
Much trash murderous monsters lives
Living 

Every
Blocks brimming with 
Broken bottles vacant scenes 
cast-aways haunted faces
Living

Empty 
lots that besiege 
The city's gutters filled 
With contaminates linked schemes 
City

Ghetto 
Grocery stores 
Apartment doors slamming 
People talking while walking, smiles
Scheme dreams
Form: Cinquain

Elder Scroll

Tangled branch of sacred knowledge,
These trees are the college.
Buried within cold expression,
there is an ever present lesson.
Consumed by the essence,
of a warm convalescence.
Universal intent,
for the love that was spent,
since the early event,
to besiege what was meant.

I choose to thrive.
I am alive.
I’m sinking in;
eternal spin.
I choose to grow,
the need to know.
To trust the written,
elder scroll.
Form: Rhyme

Stubborn Waves

The noontime waves creep and crawl,
threateningly roar and roll
upon the shore.

They rush to gather speed, force and all,
trying to besiege and topple
the stone seawall.

They smash hard against its mossy base,
trying to shake and crack
its rocky core

only to explode as shattered, salty spray
that briefly splash in the wind
before they fall.

But they keep coming back, rushing in,
ebbing out, for that's what waves
are after all!
sea

Tone

There is a hole

                       Over powering

[come]

 tone besiege it

                        they came with one tone

after the other.

[run]

A deathly tone

                         Over kill.

[cry]

                          they cry out for help,

[stop]

                          I said!

[look]

and suddenly,

                           there comes the roaring light

with a brighter tone

[scattered]

[confused]

[weary]

there can only be one tone.

Tone

There is a hole

                       Over powering

[come]

 tone besiege it

                        they came with one tone

after the other.

[run]

A deathly tone

                         Over kill.

[cry]

                          they cry out for help,

[stop]

                          I said!

[look]

and suddenly,

                           there comes the roaring light

with a brighter tone

[scattered]

[confused]

[weary]

there can only be one tone.

Tone

There is a hole

                       Over powering

[come]

 tone besiege it

                        they came with one tone

after the other.

[run]

A deathly tone

                         Over kill.

[cry]

                          they cry out for help,

[stop]

                          I said!

[look]

and suddenly,

                           there comes the roaring light

with a brighter tone

[scattered]

[confused]

[weary]

there can only be one tone.

Tone

There is a hole

                       Over powering

[come]

 tone besiege it

                        they came with one tone

after the other.

[run]

A deathly tone

                         Over kill.

[cry]

                          they cry out for help,

[stop]

                          I said!

[look]

and suddenly,

                           there comes the roaring light

with a brighter tone

[scattered]

[confused]

[weary]

there can only be one tone.

Tone

There is a hole

                       Over powering

[come]

 tone besiege it

                        they came with one tone

after the other.

[run]

A deathly tone

                         Over kill.

[cry]

                          they cry out for help,

[stop]

                          I said!

[look]

and suddenly,

                           there comes the roaring light

with a brighter tone

[scattered]

[confused]

[weary]

there can only be one tone.

Tone

There is a hole

                       Over powering

[come]

 tone besiege it

                        they came with one tone

after the other.

[run]

A deathly tone

                         Over kill.

[cry]

                          they cry out for help,

[stop]

                          I said!

[look]

and suddenly,

                           there comes the roaring light

with a brighter tone

[scattered]

[confused]

[weary]

there can only be one tone.

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