I sit and I ponder and I ponder and I sit
Am I a genius or a nitwit?
Honeysuckle tree makes fun of me
A bee sits down and stings my knee
I feel less wise than a renegade tree
she had attempted to colour in outside of the box
now the silver lining dangled from a broken necklace
suffocated her aspirations oozed discontent and sorrow
the shine had come off and no amount of polish would
erase smudges and impurity nor restore a once lucid soul
reflections tore at her heart and strangled in darkness
precious metal now a neck tie of craving for balance
reprieve from discomfort aberrations and delusions
pendant to be relieved from reversed penchant of life
at first she assigned emotions to one crazy error of judgement
distortion of passion disillusionment or mere false appraisal
yet resentments turned on herself in anger insecurity and fear
her whole mindset had been poisoned inflamed to the core
only complete reconstruction of Self would yield any success
which is when she decided to stop running away to face the truth
Surrounded by the cold dark night.
You're all that I have, so I hold you tight.
No warm bed could be found.
So in your car we are sleeping sound.
And high up in the sky above
Hangs a sliver of a Golden Moon.
Since I met you,
My days are brighter.
My life is better,
My smile wider.
As our relationship
Continues to bloom.
Some time has past,
And I have grown.
Willing to leave behind,
All I've known.
To start anew, to start with you.
Beneath the sliver of
A brilliant golden moon.
Never have I seen the world like this.
Or felt such love in the touch of a kiss.
For once in my life where ever I roam,
With you by my side it feels like home
10 years later and you have passed on.
My world is shaken, all feels wrong.
But every night, I look above
Hoping to find some trace of love.
A moment of peace, a memory of you
Beneath the sliver
Of a brilliant Golden Moon.
sliver of moon shines
deep blue sky dotted with stars....
fall''s stillness surrounds
sliver of a crescent moon
lies upon her back
Orion's belt shining bright
guiding the moon through
the dark night
Until the morning light
statuesque thy porcelain - so bright/or pure
art thou hung as in some sacred place before
a trophy to the human form; desire paramour,
and thus, ‘twould sing sweet songs of grace, adieu.
in museums, thy pulchritude doth abide - it flys
to be viewed by those who pass by - day/night
but in thine eyes - there lies a story - hidden - within
that tells us all of love’s deep play; to an untimely end
lachrymose fountains ribbon, splatter sanguinary drop
countenance in quicksilver, snarl-like smile washes visage
some places bloodstains don’t come off, covered in spots
transcendent shots thy kiss of life, sen en met, when death stops
Can you connect the gaps
With me, nonetheless?
Will you spread yourself thin,
For the few and far between?
Fill the crevices
No matter how deep
Bridge the chasms
Even if its jagged at the seams
Do you see the sliver of spaces?
The look on our faces
meaningful gazes
Try as you might
And hug me so tight
Even if you bleed through
I still feel the sliver of spaces
Between me and you
We sit on conversation chairs
Not speaking, not saying a word
But all is heard in the palpable
Elbows abutting, yet not touching
But feeling everything in the tangible
Misconstrued what you overheard
Misunderstood my every word
I crawl in spaces between worlds
I find your wounds in places
I've never heard
lying here aching in my bed
waiting and watching
thoughts of you humming in my head
waxing and waning
hoping I'm not dead
You prod, I poke
you push, I bleed
The tracks you played
Salvation I prayed
I felt the emptiness
Of the sound as it fades
Falling in love, falling out of
Falling in the ravine
I still see the sliver of spaces
between you and me.
God,
I feel the water gather
And I pray not to fail
Don't miss a sliver of a chance,
It may never come around again;
Forever lost to circumstance.
Don't miss a sliver of a chance
When it comes to love or romance,
Lest it inflicts heartache and pain.
Don't miss a sliver of a chance,
It may never come around again.
Chance Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Date written: 01/10/2023
sunlight's sliver
seen from mountain top....
sound~ rocks falling
His final shingle.
Covers a moonlight sliver
The exhausting day
A sliver of silver was discreetly hidden deep in strange woods
Not found for century after century, compounding herself
Dropping coin babies into a hidden crèche in light of moon.
Waiting for the right faerie to come by, with a magic touch.
She had to be pure of heart, loving, giving and brave.
Willing to share the treasure with the animals of the forest.
Building them a refuge and sanctuary, to last generations.
Eight hundred and fifty-nine years have passed; silver annoyed.
For she has disregarded thousands of faeries who were not enough.
Oh, Wintertime with weathered hue
of leafless trees and faded lawns;
the sting of cold with biting winds,
much shorter days and dreary dawns-
Oh, Winter, with your weathered hue-
I share my winter blues with you.
As I, behind this window, stand-
observe this season that holds sway,
I'm filled with ashen, Winter gloom
that buried Autumn's lovely stay.
Oh, Winter, with your weathered hue-
I share my winter blues with you.
But, now I see your snowflakes fall
to quickly transform grays to white!
Your blanket gleams below blue skies-
becomes white satin neath moonlight.
Oh, Winter, hide your weathered hue-
whitewash my winter blues with you.
Uplifted by your pristine snow-
the bright sun beaming off its glaze,
I know that dormant Spring will rise-
a sliver of nirvana splays.
Oh, Springtime will bring life anew-
and I will share in rebirth too.
i can't take
any photos
on my trip
it's supposed
to be
solo
that means
i can keep
only
memories
but knowing
there will be
many i open
my arms more
the
merrier
We’ve lived a life
That’s golden smooth
Might even called it blessed
Not always easy but we pulled through
Always we could count on one another
When all is said and done
The two of us we lived in bliss
As we fine dined under the lights
We traveled and saw the sights
And were luckier than most
If we wanted to sum it up simply
Our life was a slice of nirvana
And when all is said and done
The two of us we lived in bliss
AP: 1st place 2021
Submitted on January 14, 2020 for contest PICK A TITLE, VOL 13 - LYRIC sponsored by EDWARD IBEH - RANKED 4TH
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