So we grow older it cannot be denied
and we grow to like this little life
this smaller, quieter style
less of this and none of that
and how does that suit you
with all your bits falling apart
Now look, there
on the outskirts
see the dust, rising
it's the future calling us in
our names are in its dirty mouth
our names are on its filthy list
Categories:
watchtower, age, angst, death, future,
Form: Free verse
In twilight’s grasp, where shadows cling, The Watchtower stands—a somber thing. Its stones, like secrets, cold and gray, Whisper tales of faith’s decay.
Within those walls, devoutly blind, They count the hours, lost in time. Their hymns, a dirge for questioning souls, Echo through corridors where doubt unfolds.
The Watchtower’s gaze, unyielding, stern, Marks the faithful, their hearts discerned. Yet hidden cracks mar its sacred face, Revealing fractures in their grace.
They guard the gate, eyes fixed above, Awaiting signs, celestial love. But what if stars, in silent jest, Conspire against their sacred quest?
The loyal trudge a narrow line, Their footsteps etched in ancient rhyme. Yet shadows dance, mocking their plight, As doubt creeps in, a motionless night.
And when the moon, with silver thread, Unravels questions left unsaid, The Watchtower trembles, its foundation weak, A monument to hope that dares not speak.
Deep in the thought, they softly tread, Within the Watchtower’s veiled dread. For faith and fear, entwined they be, All along this enigmatic sea.
June 10, 2024
Categories:
watchtower, bible, dark, devotion, how
Form: Rhyme
Separate — Divide
Conquer — Enslave
Tyranny’s — Song
Forever — Replayed
Reality — Stained
Foreshadowing — Long
Divinity’s — Pimp
Humanity — Gone
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
Categories:
watchtower, humanity, life,
Form: Rhyme
Dylan got bitten
hard by fame
and though wounded
continues to tour
A thundering
majesty
in makeup and veils
jesters by the score
Divorced from
his wandering
a pilgrim of dreams
the past too great a cost
A caricature
of genius gone
eyes clouded over
—Camelot lost
(The New Room: June, 2023)
Categories:
watchtower, visionary,
Form: Rhyme
Rough waters startled,
The vessels terror sounded,
Blackness overwhelmed,
Suddenly ahead,
The Luminosity of
A star led them home.
The watchtower knows,
That sometimes we go astray,
His light guides us back.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Light house
Categories:
watchtower, hope, light, light,
Form: Haiku
All
along the watchtower,
little babies
line the tower
curled up
in a foetal
in the cold.
They live motherless
as
little snowflakes fall.
They live fatherless
as
the wind
sweeps,
every minute,
the weakest cry
into a better world.
High pitched cries
from frail bodies
weaken
by miles of seconds
Passing by.
As more fade
a multiplicity
of babies
are dropped off
along
the watchtower.
They're colder
and more shivering.
No one to feed
poor souls!
No one to fade
their cries
No one to give
them attention
No one
who cares
No one
at all.
It simply
difficult
to feel
helpless.
Categories:
watchtower, life, people, sad,
Form: Free verse