I want my forever,
Only getting never,
Exiled from my own life,
Feelings of a knife.
Sharp pain throughout,
Wounds pouring doubt,
Lifeless body exsanguinated,
Love uncompensated,
Space requested,
Miles given,
My love detested,
Alone driven,
I hope you find what you seek,
Our future appears bleak,
My will is weak,
My thoughts , a creek.
Flowing ever forward,
Not sure where toward,
I love you more than words can define,
You bring me peace in a life of war,
I'd give everything for you to be mine,
I hope you can find your way, and restore.
Categories:
uncompensated, i love you, i
Form: Rhyme
UNCOMPENSATED LOSS
I am crying because I dropped the posy
down a storm drain, gone forever
‘Precious gem of a lover.’
It was the first gift from my love Rosy.
Soft shy tongue could not voice her feelings.
I boldly approached to propose
She hesitated to come close.
Only the posy was her offerings.
I was charmed, honored but failed to preserve
the gift of her suppressed pleasure,
my most valuable treasure.
Now stormy rainy night just to observe.
03/07/19
Third Place
'Down a storm drain, gone forever' Contest by Eve Roper
Categories:
uncompensated, i love you,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Inspiration
scattered in abundance of dissapointments
births demons to our lives.
A happiness we cannot give
but want so much in return at times.
The last leaf of autumn
Is not without redemption.
But a subtle invitation.
A process of perfection.
It does not live a lie.
Wounded warriors
today embrace uncertainty!
The soul cannot be decimated.
Nor is there a tragedy
that goes uncompensated.
Dont settle for what you want to hear..
The truth is in you.
And it is so much more beautiful.
Categories:
uncompensated, tiger,
Form: Ode
My prayers I offer, Lord
They are like incenses brimming heavenly casks
Might is in your words
Aided, I rivers ford
Gratify us children as we ask
A long diseased child
A mother's arms released me at your hands
Garments long defiled
That mortal men reviled
Your arms enclosed, a beautious garland
An undeserved prize
My tattered garments smother in light
Uncompensated cries
That world did but despised
You did not deem so little in your sight
For yours I am by right.
Categories:
uncompensated, faith,
Form: I do not know?
More than a man, the south made.
Black and white, south one started,
great oaks refused no man a child
to hang about it, call dark christmas.
Hallow was a name, old now hollow.
Stigma inside wears grey cotton
memories, alive die uncompensated.
Here, electricity has that sick sweet
smell about it, as if it were once alive.
While morality, debates in pockets
of isolated votes packed together.
Is It Poetry
Categories:
uncompensated, childhood, education, political, school,
Form: Prose Poetry
Surrounded by electronic...
Wizards of words...
Words of wisdom...
Wisdom of experience...
Experience of all cultures,
Cultured, and nurtured in talent,
To read, understand,
And accept words of others...
So rare...so rich of mind....
No machine guns and bombs...
But words, ideas...
And love...simple,
Uncompensated love...
Where minds meet,
And stay as one...
The Soup is rich in ingredients,
It nourishes one's soul...
The bowl is full...
The heart is open.
Categories:
uncompensated, caregiving, family, friendship, happiness,
Form: Free verse