My body an empty hollow vessel
Your words of love are meant for me
To fill my soul against its doubt
Still the void within rages
Sometimes love is not enough
I struggle for fulfilling sustenance
My heart beats in empty hollow rhythms
Hoping your love as true will lift me up
But still the void within rages
Sometimes love is not enough
Some days my soul's anguish vilipend
I hold your love cradled
To ease my empty hollow despair
But still the void within rages
Sometimes love is not enough
2nd place in contest
Categories:
vilipend, angst, love,
Form: Free verse
Contrary to the forlorn attitude,
Thrive for the bliss of solitude,
The vulnerable gets incapacitated,
Keep spark of optimism inside alive !
Helpless gets sturdy, will not mentally die,
Heaps of benevolence, keeps living a lie,
Struggles till the woes get precipitated,
Spark of hope always burns alive !
Languishing tribulations seem incumbent,
A muscular man declared impotent,
Munificent heart asthenic and debilitated,
Spark of hope still stays alive !
Miseries are vaporous, only if comprehend,
Toreador if be, will turn vilipend,
Embrace potvaliancy, rather remain paralysed,
Must keep spark of hope alive !
Written on 1/5/14
Sponsor- Cyndi and Tim
Theme- helpless
Now for contest- ur fav poem u hv ever written
Sponsor- Carol Eastman
My fav coz it's reality based, true feelings of helplessness of the one concerned
and mine .
Now for contest- Vibrant verse 2
Sponsor- Charlotte Puddifoot
Categories:
vilipend, heartbroken, hope,
Form: Kyrielle
It need not rhyme, it need not flow
It need no essence of truth
Just proliferate, exaggerate
And be sure to convolute
With flexous and circuitous jargon, fruiton soon to find
Scholars will praise your erudition,and vilipend the simple of mind
It need not passion, it need not soul
It need not emotion convey
For imperious wordsmiths write verse to cajole
With nothing of substance to say
Just aberrate,divigate, affirm you wish not to profess
Just cloak, conceal, as you disseminate your page's emptiness
It need not sorrow, it need not elation
It not your mind reveal
Words are just wasted with no explanations
Nihility holds no appeal
Exacerbate, exasperate, as fading tales of yore
Leave you unremembered for your words are too obscure
Categories:
vilipend, on writing and words,
Form: Rhyme