Short Vague Poems
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So blunt and brave
Words that rave
Awaken feelings from grave
Don't know when to cave
Beseech you to behave
Snuggle you in reserve.
Lost
Murky
Ashen smoke
Vanishing gaze
Vague
Muse
Striking
Silver chimes
Vision true, sharp
Clear.
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• The pitch black sky shines brighter than you
• I don't know why I stayed
• All this time I thought you cared
• I was too blinded to see I've been played
A vague shadow,
Of my former self,
I shroud my face from all beating souls,
Outcast,
Turned away from society for outrageous ideals,
Censorship,
Now I lack heartbeat,
And soul.
I have some trembling hands;
I can scarcely type a word.
The Age of Pessimism has passed
Like the sweeping dress of a ballroom dancer
From another passed time,
So we find ourselves in the
Age of the Vague and Fearful.
In the holes of your face there are two sapphires,that is making me all desire. All my words,are vague,my silence is vivid.
Many words are latent ,but love is my only holy word,my latent words can be like a sword,but my holy word can change the world.
Form:
The trains motion
carries me along
into
thoughts of you.
Glimpses of the
past rush by
and
impress me
with their poise.
Distant and faded
vague visions
of fervent times
with you
slip by.
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I’m starting to admit it
to the people
who will try to talk me out of it.
At least they get it.
Smokin’ and drinkin’:
the two things I do best –
persuaded my inhibitions;
had tight lips singin’.
A beautiful song;
the way it came out.
A communion of secrets,
right or wrong.
You said you’d wait forever…
I never saw when forever passed me on the streets…
You said you’d love me forever…
The other day, your love walked away from me…
You said you’d always be there for me…
Where are you now…
You said you’d always be in love with me…
And now, your just vague memory…
Last night when the first
snow fell I was hovering
on the doorstep of
yours anxiously and
wringing my hands without a
dare to knock, even
my voice was laced by
unspoken poetry and
only stuttering
came out of my mouth.
I wanted to act; to love
out loud and fill the
space in between, but
under the shadow of a
doubt this void was made to grow.
A desolate disposition
Remarkably remote
A silent, nagging tension
A prickle in my throat
A heavy hearted sorrow
Debilitating weights
A fear for each tomorrow
The trials that may await
Isolated troubles
Breed in solitude
Keeping safe, my bubble
Has become the thing I do
No one will ever know me
I’m acting all the time
It sure gets awful lonely
Beneath these lies of mine
The poor cloud pouring tears in form of rain
Said someone, "He must be in pain"
Another recalled, "but his happiness was in the lamp
Safe & arcane"
Commenced the wise, "but now it's in vain
Don't you remember the presence of hurricane?
Almost impossible, the removal of the stain
Truth for the humans, for the vampires, vervain!
Cause here's July, the reason for everyone's disdain!"
he spoke dramatic: speaking truthof an uncertain future.
He gave remedy and spoke of it's cost. They laughed and boo'd him
They saw need to divide their loyties from rasionl thought.
"A tommorrow uncertain is adventure for adventurous people": one
spoke."You doomy fool go back to the books", another voice said. I listened from the radio in the kitchen, not knowing what ws said here would change the way we looked at the tommorrows yet to come!
Two hearts entwine in ecstasy
Fantasy of impossibility,
Where acceptability from parent
Is vague and blank ,
But their love is deep
Full of passion and emotions,
Two teenage hearts fused together ,
Blind to the world,…ready to fly ,
Oblivion of their future..,
Education….
Love lifted up ,others relegated…
What will put asunder ?
Maturity…or religion or class…
It looks like a mirage ,
And on the other side oasis in arid land .
3-28-2017
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Promises Made Out of Sight
David J Walker
The projection on the wall of
Solid imagination
The illumination
of what might be
tomorrow
a day of sorrow
a day of borrowed joy
a day that employs
furloughed friends on
borrowed time
I rise early in anticipation
Believing the moon will set
And the sun will rise
As yesterday’s page turns
Into tomorrow’s light
The illustrations are vague
But such is the stuff of
Promises made
Out of sight