In the stillness of darkness
mockery, lies, gossips like air arise
dragging you down, for a penny sake
Abuse of power just for wealth.
Who would have thought of these silent moves?
Cheating on a poor innocent
While still in a dungeon of fire in a
gloomy weekly days and nights in lost paradise.
The so-called "smile" is a shadowed
for the world to see, but the cruelty it brings into reality.
A smile that wears a mask, sarcasm and insults that leave behind a scar.
'Till a dame's untouched heart broke
Lonely, weary and dreary.
No one cared, nor listened.
In the name of Penny.
Still, I wait for the beaming light above,
the everlasting hope in my heart
will never fade.
I won’t let evil take root in me—
only the Spirit,
somewhere, somehow,
guiding me
to make my deeds upright.
They bloomed together
within the same state of mind
though separated
by zones of time.
Sultry words sprouted
sprig-like inklings flourished
as they bound each other
to a burgeoning erotica,
yo florid images.
O such efflorescence!
O how the swelling vine
can cling and clutch
at far distant hearts,
sadder yet the perfidy
of too hungry a need,
for indeed
he also tendered
to many other female offshoots,
and she herself was a veritable
Venus Fly Trap.
In such a way,
they wove their sensual spells,
a hothouse sorcery
doomed
never to be close enough
to ever take root.
Seconds pass
like our lives
through the sieve
Sifting lives
some continue
a few buried
Let's hope many
land
upon earth's good soil
Like seeds take root
grow, develop
into mature humans
Whose main goal
while upon this earth
is love
Simply spoken
Love
Reboot
Floppy disk
Magnetic storage medium
A new chapter
Be open minded
Impossible dreams
Move on from your old ways
Reboot
A new harvest
Quenching thirst
New horizons
Recharge
Restore
New beginnings
New ways
Many blessings
A new season
Unexpected change
Planet seeds take root
Reboot
Start believing
The nets are breaking
Friends, sometimes you feel like there's no one to talk to,
that there isn't a place where you can shout into the void without being heard,
so I've created one for you, a space where silence becomes an echo.
Completely anonymous, like a shadow walking on the edge of the night,
nothing will be posted here, no word will take root,
no judge will find a place, just silence that swallows everything.
Whatever burden weighs on you, let it dissolve into words,
open your soul and let the words flow like a spring river,
everything you say will disappear in a day or two, as if it never existed.
If you are overwhelmed, if you feel everything is piling up inside you,
if you need to breathe through words, to release what is hidden,
click the link, release everything, no one needs to know,
I understand how hard it can be when the world seems to narrow,
when days stretch like the long shadows of an autumn sunset,
but here, in this space of silence, every word becomes a star,
a star that shines for a moment, then disappears into the vastness of the sky,
and maybe in this silence, you'll find a moment of peace,
a moment to rediscover yourself, in all that is pure and true.
Poems are much like cottonwood seeds,
Filling the air as they float in the breeze.
We hope our efforts find fertile soil
And our seeds take root, rewarding our toil.
Exposed and vulnerable, they may never land
Or they may be clutched in a grateful hand.
We send them by faith, our deepest expressions
Hoping they land and yield fruitful impressions.
Keep sowing your seed, write on lovely poets!
You may plant a cottonwood, mighty and stoic!
My mother~
the reason my heart begins to beat,
my guardian angel,
my warm blanket of comfort.
In her care, my dreams take root and bloom.
She is my guiding light in every storm.
She is the song most suited to my dance,
the well of love, of kindness, care.
The only star in my ocean’s sky,
the reason I sparkle like sunlit gems,
the hearth where all my hopes are kindled,
my chest of love, my tender warmth.
A good wife to my father,
she made our family a gallery of masterpieces.
She cooks, she cleans, she works, she gives.
In her eyes, my tears find shelter.
In her heart, my love finds rest.
She wears my sorrow
and wraps me in a robe of joy.
My mother~
my first teacher, firm yet kind,
a compass when my path grew dim.
She taught me how to brave life’s storms
and guided me with patient strength
toward the light of wiser choices~
the voice of right when right felt far.
To my yet-to-be wife—
turn not my heart away from her.
Respect her, that our home may bloom.
Give her honour, like rain gives the earth.
Then shall your love flow through my blood,
and on your head shall rest the crown
of my eternal love and care.
Dark whispers take root,
Poisoning the public mind,
Truth becomes the ghost.
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In a field of bitter thoughts, where sunrises drown in shadows of silence,
We are often surrounded by faces sculpted from the clay of boredom,
Heavy heads like potatoes forgotten in the barren soil of banality,
Perched on shoulders wearing suits of shadows, tasteless, lifeless,
And their lives slip through like a thin thread of sand in the hourglass of indifference,
Not even pity finds its place among these drifting souls,
There is only a murmur, a chorus of discontent fading into echoes of nothingness,
Beyond this landscape, hope glimmers, a flicker of meaning,
There, where masks fall and truth seeks its voice among forgotten whispers,
There, where dreams take root and grow beyond the ashes of apathy,
Let us not be deceived, for within every soul lies a story waiting to be told,
Even in the humblest hearts, there is a spark that could ignite the sky.
i speak the words and they take root
twisting deep into your veins
a shadow that breathes
it grows it thrives it does not fade
beneath your skin
where whispers turn to thorns
the curse settles
a fever that will not break
each breath you take
draws it closer, unseen
and in the silence
it watches it waits
it waits for you to slip
to stumble to break the hush
for when you cry out
you will call its name
but the name is not a word
not a sound
it is a dark thing
a feeling a shadow
and when you speak it
it will have you
the curse is not of flesh or bone
but a breath in the dark
a mark upon your soul
and it will follow
even beyond the grave
Kneel and you will receieve, accepting Jesus is key.' Open
Your heart and clear the air.' Realise He will take away the
Despair.' Accept His Blood call on His Name He of Eternal
Fame.' In fullfiling His Fathers Will; every type of sin He killed.' So now arise to victory..One of His leigions' fully free!
Denied the weight sin..And its rancid seeds, let the
Tree of life' take root within.' Move in prayer and others
Gain.' Spread His teachings' revere His Name the King of
Kings and Lord of lords.' now advance on satan with the
Spirits sword' move in.' And never yeild; hold fast the
(Faithfull sheild) keep salvation in your mind.' He will
Make your breastplate shine.' Tread the Gospel way
In the shoes, He has made; for you will never lose !
Time hands seconds past the minute,
winter melts the sands,
sprung barter the seeds to take root,
petals leave for lands.
Abandoned juice bathes the barren,
weather soaks wet dreams,
towering outstretched limbs fashion,
cries tear up the streams.
Quartered the core green overgrowth,
sweet fester the sour,
fertile soil sources root approach,
West turn sunset lour.
Stockers fatten wanting store shelves,
greens packaged refreshed,
farmers loaded like Christmas elves,
checks at counters cashed.
Shoppers and grocers swapping smiles,
carts staggering highs,
past harvested fields, endless miles,
as New Year's Eve, nigh's.
I will be the shoulder to catch your tears,
The chapter where your stories unfold.
I will be the door to your happiness,
The pillar that stands in your sorrow's hold.
I will be the teddy that soothes your madness,
The mirror that reflects your radiant beauty.
I will be the warrior guarding your battles,
And the shield that deflects hate’s cruelty.
I will be the target for your arrows of doubt,
The land where your dreams take root and grow.
I will be the medicine that heals your pain,
And the levels that uplift your life’s flow.
I will be the melody that fills your music,
The king who reigns in your palace of grace.
I will be the fragrance of your sweetest perfume,
And the expense for the luxuries you embrace.
I will be the love that fills your life’s pages,
The spark that ignites your endless flame.
Through every moment, in every way,
I will be yours—forever the same.
If there was no one
to believe
would there still
be truth
If there was no one
to tell
would silence
take root
If there was no one
to laugh
would smiles
be gone
If there was no one
to love
would all feeling
— abscond
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
I can churn stomachs, with a stench of truth
An abscess filled with maggots, pus profuse
As I feed off gunk, new nerve ends take root
Raw language in my words, not gross abuse
Yes! I am disgust, old wounds fear my fruit
To late for contest
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