Destiny is separation
Soulmate now a memory
Love become a pain
Wet pillow poems
Dreams where they meet still
Thousand forehead kisses
A sad melodrama
Unpublished
Cause they both were artist in faking smile
Categories:
unpublished, art, break up, cry,
Form: ABC
Songs of moonlight
A time for reflected light
A poem is coming
Categories:
unpublished, light, moon,
Form: Haiku
Lost within his scattered words,
he cannot write what's want for heard.
He chooses not a well trained path,
constant fighting with his pen.
He's not the passion of the poet,
not the wisdom of the thief.
Confuses even true himself,
his words of unbeleif.
Madness is what makes him sing,
while screaming in his pillow.
The ink his left don't mean a thing,
poor unpublished fellow.
Categories:
unpublished, art,
Form: Rhyme
I've been working on a book
but getting slack as of late,
I'd like to get it published
I've already got too much on my plate.
I don't have the internet anymore
I'd have to go to Tim's every day,
being rich is what I'm not
but I'll get it penned come what may.
Soon the day will come
when I'll see my book in the stores,
hold a delightful grin on my face
my heart will want to write more.
Somebody once told me
that poetry doesn't sell,
I should have listened to them
but how was I supposed to tell?
I have two poetry books published
they didn't go my way,
I still write for pleasure though
trying to keep my anger at bay.
I've wanted to give up many times
it has made me want to scream,
getting at least one novel published
being a novelist has been my dream.
Maybe one day it'll happen
days I'm filled with doubt,
wanting at least one novel published
makes me want to scream and shout.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Feb.13/2016
Categories:
unpublished, art,
Form: Rhyme
he took her heart
played with it
like words
laid her down
on blank sheets
until she bled
like a pen
inking thoughts
she opened
like a poet's mind
each kiss
a new poem born
of deceit
she lies
tattered
around the edges
a wrinkle of time
unpublished
in his book of games
bleeding from scars
of his hands
and hers alike
life becomes blank verse
she is heard
nevermore
Categories:
unpublished, abuse,
Form: Free verse
Far away in a little town tucked in the corner of a map
Lives the girl who ruined his heart
And broke his life
While with him she would smile and laugh so sweet
Tender as only she could be
In his heart she lit even the corners so deep
With time she became his definition of life
In all he did he had her in mind
Life wasn’t life without him seeing her smile
As moments grew into weeks
The flower of his heart started to reveal its wilt
In her eyes no longer was the sparkle he was used to seeing
Winds carried awful odour of their disorder
Tales went round of her illicit exploits behind the counter
The man with the shop at the corner savoured all the honey she offered
At first he dismissed the whispers with laughter
But soon he discovered he was the only one on the other side of reality’s border
Yes indeed, another prince had taken over
Trouble was how sincerely he loved her
Problem was that even she had only love to offer
Issue was he hadn’t yet sold a dime of the books he authored
Categories:
unpublished, dedication, depression, family, friendship,
Form: Narrative
Words
of
heartfelt
poetry-
carved her epitaph
Tribute to Emily Dickinson
Categories:
unpublished, on writing and words,
Form: Fibonacci