'twas on a matopoeic morn
woken by the crack of dawn
fell out of bed
'pon my head
feeling floored
and quite forlorn
but yet again
all at sea
afloat on board a boat
by an ocean wave
my sleep was wrecked
when debunked
and then decked
We are fire in the rain
never really getting anywhere
But we are also two flames in the wind,
can't survive without each other
I'm jealous and tired and torn
but you are my home.
This is messy, but I won't leave —
Because love lives here too
We're drowning, but you keep me afloat.
We're a storm, but you're my warmth.
I may not be whole, but I'll stay —
Happily discontent
Scratched my eyes once, saw the truth twice
But the pain is triple killing
Your summer citrus smell on my cracked shell
Rotted like hell in my cerebral wishing well
How can my phantom sanctuary betray me?
It feels vivid in the podium made by yours truly
Now it's empty, abandoned, and hopeless
Now I am the empress of wrecked fantasy
How I thought you'd be the hero of my heart
And how I wish your soul forever embraces mine
But my screams didn't even reach your mind
Now I died hurting and you lived with my cries
Rusty carcasses,
forsaken by time,
battered by wind, waves.
Once useful and proud,
now broken, forlorn.
The tales they could tell.
#1
In nature's wrath, rising seas, a tempest's primordial symphony.
The sea, you see, we both agree -
he’s sure to come ashore
The tide is tied to lunacy
he does the moon adore
You’ve seen his swells, how they arise
sighs uttered under breath
And when she wanes, comes his demise
cries, mourns her cruel death
To know and yet to not accept,
kept wracked by pitied plight -
Love’s lunacy find its precept
wrecked in her luscious light
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Okay, I’ll keep this one - doesn’t seem like the form got in the way… This it probably just me / weird, but I found it easier to think of each stanza as a 14-syllable-per-line couplet...
The Dechnad Mor: an Irish quatrain with 8a:6b:8a:6b, 2-syllable end rhymes, cross rhymes, and alliteration
https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/dechnad-mor-poetic-forms
A wretched lawn weed
Growing out of the damned grass
A dandelion
I humbly beg of thee, o death, come speedily!
I'm feeble with everyone, so let's rumble leniently.
Whatever you handle, start coming down, O destiny.
And to alleviate the acute pain in my wounded body.
My heart is brimming with fissures and eternal misery.
Wipe away his sorrow and mend the apparent incongruity.
It is not cowardice, blaming, or valiantly attempting to flee.
But the sore heart refuses to acknowledge humility tacitly.
Or you could allow me to dwell in such a wolf obscenely.
It is foolish to occupy the ideal life of a timid lamb belly.
Three petals down, I feel moss-grown...
Nightcore is the tempestuous phrase,
She feels withdrawn, I reclose,
He indrawn his heart, I disclose...
Until this night is over,
All alone, I can't fight my fear,
Trapped in my anxiety, I battle the four walls,
Fragile piety, am a wrecked gall...
Snugged in my heart, infinitely a hold to.
If i die before i wake
I pray the waves my soul to take
To the bottom of the deepest sea
So i may feel as weightless as
a butterfly in open sea
Underneath and navigating
the stars by moonlight
As and so to the sun by daylight
Searching for a new found shoal
to join and call my own
Jumping from wreck to wreck
Passing lost titanic soul's like ship's
in the night
Blessed with the memory of
a goldfish
Rather better this than returned to
ash or stuck rotting inside an coffin
for eternity
With only worms and a stone
epitaph to keep one company
Six feet under unlike a pyramid
traversing to the afterlife
Entombed with all the worldy
treasures and pleasures
One is bound to miss once death
becomes and is the meaning
of ones life from the here and
now and foreseeable future
Because love surely then must
be surplus to requirements
As it's the only thing that can't
be bought or a price put on
Because it has to be earned
over a prolonged period of time
The writing on the wall
Explained it was “degenerate”.
Don’t ask me.
Nazis can be crabby.
He took it for the sign it was:
‘If they’d deface some matter of taste,
it’s only a matter of time ...’
So he booked and brooked the Rhine,
And came to Boston
And showed the kids
How he made his herb garden.
And when I was a kid
the kids he showed showed me,
Because there were no nazis in Boston.
Be like Karl and watch for signs:
Employees must wash hands.
Slippery when wet.
Wrong way.
Danger.
Stop.
The nazis wrecked his herb garden.
She made me live a life
full of life unnoticed
The sweetest contempt
from the sourest love
My broken parts amble by drizzled people
Cracking through frozen mist
that i wear with such aplomb
Drifting on long dead love
and never finding home
WRECKED CONCEPT OF LOVE
This sparkling girl had an inborn predilection for the life’s zest,
her tender heart instantly gleamed in the halo of laud reverence
when his magnetic aura spread and encompassed her to wrest.
Later in consternation she felt her broken heart in bruised essence
in the abyss of despair she even lost the sense of condemnation.
A tsunami of apathy wrecked the concepts of love and emotion,
she searched solace in unearthliness for spiritual self-credence.
November 4, 2018
Beware, from the exquisite words that blossom,
Wide tongue spilled venomous promises.
A well rehearse voice can astonish the crowd,
Could silence the mind of countless goddesses.
Serpent can poison the like of Eve,
To eat the forbidden.
Beware, ladies, just one magical whisper,
Men can take what you've hidden.
Every sufferer become judicious,
After swallowing the apple of deception.
Promised selves to never believe easily,
To lovely utterance cool's complexion.
Pain from wrecked promises,
Will surely lead to a heavy rain.
But if the glass was broken into hundred pieces,
Then, a hundred pieces of glass was gained...
April 21, 2017
Mysterious_Aries
My heart is still beating so there is still hope ...what hurts the most was I believed in us. You are a good actor I believed in your love, I was there for you but I guess I was just your floor mat, my heart is wrecked ...it hurts so badly while you move on I am here motionless and crushed
How does your heart work? you ripped mines apart and you're okay ...just so you know my life is falling apart while you move on with your new love ...still wishing you well ...God knows all things best... I am living in heart wreck... this too will pass
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