And so he stood as shadows ran their course
across the fading words of failing life
fingering love’s beauty, eschewing strife
savoring the “better’s, tossing the “worsts”
for life had offered him both dark and light
to guide him through the lies of sainted knaves
cast him adrift to ride its breaking waves
on seas that wash ashore the moonless night.
Bereft of all the vestiges of man
alone within the emptiness of loss
his vision- an endless bridge to cross
unguided in the darkness of Light’s plan.
Love pained his clouded heart for it had lied
reneged on endless promises it made
left him a broken man nothing to trade
amid a thunderous turmoil it had died.
So does he harbor anger’s raging surf
its surging waves the lies of love’s deceit
denying him the solace of retreat
unable to reclaim love’s bloodied turf.
©2/20/2019
Enclosed Rhyme Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
Categories:
worsts, betrayal, life, lost love,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
The days grow warm and confusing
As my mind unravel the yesterdays
'Was meeting you a mistake?'
Or 'Were you the blessing in disguise?'
Your love touches my innermost
Your patience overflows like a river
Your gentleness says everything
We had the bests and the worsts
Piece by piece you've changed me,
Made me a finer human I am now
You embraced my messy universe
What more could I ask for?!
Oh, but what have I done?!
Did I push you away?
Or did I deserve to be left alone?
Oh, did I? Had I? Am... I?
My queries are noisy as alarms
Answers are what I'm waiting
But...what takes them too long?
Maybe, the answer is just YOU.
Categories:
worsts, anxiety, best friend,
Form: ABC
a false man, a true man
a crooked man's strife
a litany of sins, as long as his life
a young man, an old man
a man for all times
a scale that will measure much more than his crimes
a thin man, a fat man
a man as he's made
a price not to bargain, but simply be paid
a cold man, a warm man
a gentle man's fate
a changing for better, before it's too late
a strong man, a weak man
a just man at last
a chance now to live life, not ruing the past
a live man, a dead man
a peaceful man rests
a time to reflect on his worsts and his bests
a rare man, a common man
ubiquitous man
a time to come home now, to where he began
Categories:
worsts, growth, spiritual,
Form: I do not know?
I know you,
can read this.
This whole world,
can too.
I don't write these,
to give you hints.
Or to whine,
like a little kid.
I write these poems,
to get things deep within,
Out and on to,
something else.
For if I keep this in,
Emotions and worries,
Keep adding on,
and I become someone else.
You've seen my worsts,
You've seen my bests.
Please I beg,
Remember my bests.
For I write this letter to you all,
If you want to know.
Know my thoughts,
and my view.
All you have to do is read.
I give it my all,
and you can see my soul,
or Life on paper.
So my Beloved,
Don't take it the wrong way,
Use it to better understand,
the words I can not say.
For this side,
maybe the side,
that won you over.
I am still here.
This is my Letter to you,
My Beloved.
Categories:
worsts, write, write,
Form: I do not know?