Short Writing On The Wall Poems
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stay tune
mabe in june
writing on the wall
he is on the ground
walking around
before the world gall
LISTEN WAKE UP CALL
(To the tune of
--'You're in the army now')
You're in the bathroom stall
The writing on the wall
Says she's a witch
There must be a glitch
~With her, you'd had a ball!
i put writing on the wall
to make the world call
make every body see it all
cause im never gonna fall
i may start as a crawl
i may begin real small
but in the end I'ma stand tall
Right is right until you're left
a sheet of papers blank until you writer on it
Erase the sheet go to sleep
Allow the writing on the wall
7/12/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
Belshazzar had a feast
before seeing the writing on the wall,
Quickly,falling,from the greatest to the least,
for dead-men,don't walk tall-
When lives are on God's scale
Only the just* ,live to tell the tale.
*justified This sestet inspired by Daniel 5
writing on the wall
written in disappearing ink
left by the past self
as a reminder
to the future self not to
believe her lies
the message keeps disappearing before
the present self has a chance to read it
so the cycle just keeps on continuing forever
Belshazzar had a feast
before seeing the writing on the wall,
Quickly,falling,from the greatest to the least,
for dead-men,don't walk tall-
When lives are on God's scale
Only the just,live to tell the tale.
This sestet inspired by Daniel 5
| Year Posted 2010
Just because I remained silent,
trust me it still happened;
Adjust to make it all bearable
robust so emotions are monitored;
Talk is cheap so I just wander away,
chock it up to the writing on the wall;
Knock but I simply won't answer;
Padlock and avoid a dance of protocol.
a scratch
a scar
an inscription
carvings
as memorials
gravestones
and walls
of a cave:
I was here
we were here
we lived
we loved
we died
now,no one
remembers
our sighs
our cries
....... our lives
I can't recall
The writing on the wall
It wasn't me who put it there
Our time went fast
It wasn't meant to last
It disappeared I don't know where
You came to me
Asked me to set you free
Knowing I would because I care
Cut it in half
Love is a photograph
A painful memory to share
26Jan14
Comes the time when freedom expires
The gathering need of a patriotic cabal
One chancing upon such surely inquires
In time meaningful writing on the wall
Utmost secrecy Freedom Pub requires.
Written December 8, 2022
Submitted to "Freedom Pub" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joe Maverick
Song: The Sound of Silence
Cliché: Writing on the wall
Image: Three
I talk with you, again
on the elevated train.
No more writing on the wall
to ten thousand people,
maybe more.
Graffiti ignored,
it’s just you and me
side by side
engrossed
in fast finger talk
to someone else
before the train goes down.
Did you see the writing on the wall
Or were you pre-occupied – do you recall
Were you busy in what you did
And other things from you were hid
Were you betrayed by someone you knew
Now that you think it all through
But as the song says it will do
Que Sera Que Sera – will see you through.
© Paul Warren Poetry
There was ominous writing on the wall.
It appeared to be our last call.
We nearly came to an abrupt downfall.
However, new hope came just in time.
Back up the ladder of life we can climb.
They called me back to work today.
That was enough good news to make our day.
Inspired by another member's poem
Writing on the wall.
by Cate Rock
Writing on the wall:
Eyes shut wrists uncut.
Name spelled out up and about.
Dangerously bloody,
Not your friend not your buddy.
Dressed cold.
A love untold.
Messed up mind.
He learns to unwind.
Kisses sweet kisses.
hate? hate...
Rate debate
do what you need to do
ill stand next to you.
Submission date : 2009-02-27
Form:
Night has crept up on me once again
I feel alone, but then I look up
I see you there and smile
I know my hopes might be foolish
And when my heart grows heavy I know
The writing on the wall has spoken
I have my own issues to sort out
And my own dreams and fears too
But i'm not going anywhere
I see you there and smile
The writing on the wall has spoken
But i'm not going anywhere
Form:
ONE SMALL STEP
Saw writing on the wall, I swear
There was a warning symbol there
Your trip in space, a bad affair
Short by one extra mile
We’ve come so far from planet Earth
Where of lithium there’s a dearth
Mining is more risk than its worth
Short by one extra mile
Due to land on this unique moon
I guess we did ignore that rune
We ran out of fuel just too soon
Short by one extra mile
Writ of the wall
It’s not hard— reading writings on wall,
And I too read them well as can all,
And assumed, just like all:
Not for me, not at all;
Right call, right time, and still a miss-call!
____________________________________
Tongue-in-cheek| 13.02.2017 |
Poet's note: The writing on wall, we all know what happens. We read the letters, not the writing, and never its writ, and then miss the buss.
You tied the noose that I hang from
I stare at the writing on the wall
I feel like all the words are written wrong
My feet can’t find the stall
I wish my thoughts would just be gone
I am the rope in which they tie
I can’t seem to shape the future of my life
Got me thinking am I the one who’s ready to die
I decided to roll the dice
Sick of living a lie
Why did I think twice
Now I’m begging for a reason why
It appeared out of nowhere,
mysteriously
A thousand set of eyes
gasped in fear with utter surprise
It was an unforgettable sight ...
An invisible hand,
with only fingers to be seen,
wrote prophecy on a king's palace wall:
Babylon's days were numbered,
Babylon will fall
It is written, that this will happen a second time
If you see an invisible hand writing on the wall,
will you still choose to remain blind?
Perhaps he's crackers
to embrace glitz
(to paraphrase Irving Berlin)
'Putin on the Ritz'
tho'
'Sometimes something is better than nothing'
went the writing on the wall
yet
'Too much of nothing'
(wrote the Zimmerman)
is really no good at all
and
'Everything comes to those who wait'
an optimist put in prose
but
Cole Porter said it best
when he wrote, 'Anything Goes'
If I don't call anymore,
My texts lack the proper sough,
Perhaps with you I'm a bore.
The hand writing on the wall;
I'm tired of feeling sore.
If I'm dwindling in call,
My texts are not inspired by a fall,
Perhaps the mountain is becoming tall.
The hand writing on the wall;
The first verse of this poem grows sure.
But hey you
Appreciating this piece as art,
The handwriting here hold no heart
And this poem isn't for you.
Don't mind me
I was just hoping you made a mistake
Heart still reeling thinking
Not knowing what was at stake
Don't mind me
I thought I meant enough for a call
a dear John letter
Writing on the wall
Don't mind me
you wanted to be free
Was that it
or was it just me
Don't mind me
Silence speaks
Nothing left to say
Don't mind me
Spared No sorrow
Given no tomorrow
in our loves end
I'm Just a name now
not even a friend
Grafitti
Writing, Writing on the wall.
Say what will befall.
Say whats past, and to come.
In this world of upside down.
It was written by a clown.
Knight mares spoil my sleep.
My sanity, hard to keep.
What is it for?
Why open the door?
The words I cannot find.
In my head or mind.
What I want to say to you.
Be happy, not blue.
Do what you must do.
Say your prays.
They might come true.
.....................................
Every day a new page
Every day is a page to write a new story
So all men can have their glory
Whether in a large way or small
It’s the writing on the wall
Each one will stand up so tall
When they have given it their all
Each day a page of new beginning
For all to be there with their singing
So each on can really say every day
That they have wrote that page their way
3/12/16
Response to Quote
“ Every day is a page to write a new story “