Usually everyone sees past
What she was or what she might become
To them she is a glass cold and cracked
She bow down
He took her crown
Her love patrols
His money controls
she is open minded and transparent like the sea
But you know what you see
Her throne was strong
But now it felt like is gone
she have never been seen before
she looked for her treasure
but to find it stolen in spirits.
she cried a lot, but she was a sympathy box
She fought for her right
But looked like a rat
She is a princess
People believed she is a winless
She got hated, blackmailed and lost confidence
But still like air she’ll rise
She believed a day will come
Which she will be numb
Unexpectedly there was a change, Everything got rearranged
She saw right through her
She looked, but when she looked she saw something more
To her she is a water living and essential
She smiled as she cried, But she couldn’t try
She was a princess
with a priceless heart
she stood for her throne, and got it back
she learnt to never bow, and let someone take her crown.
Categories:
winless, absence, addiction, adventure, age,
Form: Rhyme
That I be ambushed in early gambit
for my king was a sacrifice too great -
just a pawn in a game and I am it
plays out its capture and winless stalemate.
He not bared to his human desires nor
fruit on the essential vines thirsts alone -
and in the great fu-ckening at my core
is a real fear and fate that I must own.
But a debt of faith is ransomed this day
and worse, a debit of endless sorrow -
a usury I must now bear and pay,
and from the heart this I’ve had to borrow.
I am a hostage to my tyrannies,
a prisoner of old hostilities.
Written: September 1995
Categories:
winless, introspection,
Form: Sonnet
Ever wonder what the world would be
if everyone had stayed at home...
you know....like nobody.....ever left to roam
If no one ever tired... of faces ...all he same
played the part of idle piece
in a dormant...winless...game
If no one ever dared to take
Frost's caustic...."Road Not Taken"
Or ever wondered where
the river went....and why
Perhaps if everbody'd stayed
bloomed....where they were planted
Perhaps...maybe...we'll never know
but idle minds.....still wonder
John G. Lawless
11/20/2020
Categories:
winless, muse,
Form: Free verse
As the days go by the emptiness inside grows
fighting invisible demons back into the shadows
I scream for help, shedding tears of sorrow
hoping I might overcome my burdens tomorrow
fearing as if nobody else really does care
all that's left to do is to say a prayer
to be free from all the pain and suffering
my sinful life in desperate need of restructuring
I must turn my faith and love to the Lord
maybe then my cries will no longer be ignored
receiving the help I so desperately need
mending my heart to no longer bleed
losing this winless fight I've waged within
just wishing for a new walk to begin
please God hold my hand and wend my way
knowing if you are by my side I can face a new day
learning how to live my life without loneliness
fortifying what at once was a cruel weakness
I'll overcome my trials and tribulations
while I may have to face complications
moving forward my soul I devote to you
reassuring there will never be another adieu
now that I've accepted God, one who truly cares
He will show me the answers to my prayers
2/7/2020
Categories:
winless, conflict, dark, faith, god,
Form: Free verse
Victory is a song unwritten,
whose words beget the score
With truth in play, all time relayed,
past battles, future wars
Yesterday winless, tomorrow tied,
the moment zero sum
The hour prescient, each second dear
—glory still unsung
(Villanova Pennsylvania: October, 2019)
Categories:
winless, song,
Form: Rhyme
Selfish
By Lola B
Maybe i’ll never see who i pretend to be
In memories I perceive a victim of fateful dreams
A call for arms in the early morning dawn
Alone to face the Echoes of times I knew I was wrong
The piercing light is bending around the metal frames above
Monuments of divison trying in vain to win this pointless game
I stand apart, yet still I do the ing same thing
Conquests of progress; these selfish words I sing
To own these warm rays of bitter summer sunlight
To know that no one loves without this winless fight
Cause who am I to judge these tortured souls without wings
When I still cannot accept myself without the constant suffering?
The evil I see are the same demons in my dreams
I see; the killer in me is the killer in you
With every selfish thought; the spoken words are never new
I find that i’ll never be pure; and love is never clean
Categories:
winless, abuse, addiction, anger, angst,
Form: Rhyme
Love will never prevail.
Love will never lose.
For Love is not over,
not under.
Love is between, amongst.
Tendrilous, between
Hearts.
We that Love may fail.
We that Love may prevail.
But in our winless,
in our success,
we will know Love.
And this is no final victory,
it is a uniting of the you, the me.
Not in contest but in the heart
of our very breast.
Love cannot prevail.
Love cannot fail.
Let us not fail Love
by asking her to fight.
-ShhDragon
Categories:
winless, love, philosophy,
Form: Free verse
Tell me, Casanova, how long you’ll pine
On sodden sleeves your heart you’ve worn
Reputation on the line in decline
Sterile standing in society shorn
Of its aura of charm and calm
Reduced to tatters
With no love balm
In sight, your maneuver no longer flatters
As you once boasted it could
At your beck and call
Methinks you’re knocking on wood
Hastening your free fall
From grace as your pedestal
Driven to its knees
Slumps horizontal
With pitiful pleas
For release from the grip
The siren on you
Seems to rip
Anew
Threads of last ditch
Hope on which bits and slits of your heart hang
Primed to switch
Off the clang
In the intensive care unit
In which between Charybdis and Scylla
Where the last throes of your discomfiture knit
In the power Priscilla
Yields to snuff out
In rapid fire
The doubt
On hire that can longer respire
Gives up its ghost
In shame and odium
To a tortuous toast
On your Waterloo podium
Where spectators fed up with your pitiful pleas
Demand the coup de grace
Sleaze
To terminate your winless race to save your face.
Categories:
winless, poems,
Form: Free verse
vietnam reflections 40
the doors are harder to open
now that i am getting old
my clothes are wearing thin and
the icy winds blow cold
upon my pallored skin
leaving it pale and drawn
i remember days gone by
when the sun shone bright
and we lived high
atop the world
me and my girl
in a frenzied swirl
of loving life and all it’s gifts
then the floes began to drift
into our world of warm content
our raiment torn and rent
our bodies worn and spent
we were strong once when
we were again cast upon foreign shores
into a needless winless war
without a single word spoken
a hell from which we would never return
where bones of the children lie broken
Categories:
winless, truth,
Form: Free verse
showcasing a winner is,
a winless winner
a winner is a winless winner
a loser is a winless winner
showcasing is showcasting a winner's win
showcasing is showcasting a winless win
showcasting is showcasting a win
a winless win is a winless losing
a winless win is a winless showcasing
a tie is a conquer of a tie
a tie is a conquer of a winless tie
a tie is a conquer of a conquering tie
conquering is conquering a,
conquering tie
conquer time is conquer a winless timing
a winless timing is a winless tie
a winless timing is a winless showcasing
time is to conquer,time is winless,time is showcasing
showcasing is showcasting time
time is a showcasing tie
time is a showcasting tie
Categories:
winless, how i feel, imagery,
Form: Free verse
I've a winless rhyme,
When I pen,
On every line,
About my life and time,
When she caught my eye.
What might I describe?
How I like them fair?
How once in my life,
I wish you were there?
Yet you'll never be;
To me it seems,
You never could.
Am I just a man,
Whose plan is
Misunderstood?
So, here I am,
The broken, wrong,
And weak.
What eyes will analyze,
And accept all of me?
Now, where could she stand?
Wherever could she be?
I would be her man,
If she only believed.
Categories:
winless, emotions, how i feel,
Form: Lyric
Stop the world and let me off
I'm where I don't belong
A broken soul forever weak
A million miles from strong
I know not what tomorrow brings
But today is standing still
An echo of a hollow past
Who's forgotten how to feel
Oxygen, a weak temptation
To live another day
A breath of bottled hopelessness
That makes me feel this way
The sun that used to warm my skin
Now reminds me of my fate
Just a plan without a purpose
Forever reprobate
A shadow of what I used to be
Beckons me to hide my face
A past without a future
A dark and winless race
A promise without a reason
Has kept me walking straight
But time has called the reaper
For me it is too late
Categories:
winless, deathme, me,
Form: Rhyme
Take one more pill as time stands still
In another sleepless night
Why go to bed to toss and turn
It’s another winless fight
You hear the tick and every click
The clock makes by your head
You can’t close your eyes to fall asleep
And your body feels half dead
You try your best but, you can’t rest
And daylights on its way
You go to work barely alive
But you make it one more day
Why lay down when every sound
Comes ringing through your head
You’re on the chair now the couch
But never in your bed
Categories:
winless, depression, health, life
Form: Dramatic Verse