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art, heart, lost love, love, muse, philosophy,
All lovely words
All so misconstrued
silence envelopes our delusions
Desire, we lust the attention
at the forfeit of philosophy
Love, we crave at Kings expense
Sacrificing those whom love us true
spilling blood at humanities alter
Romance, we desire for loves embrace
knowing serpents sell snake oil remedies
Beware the soft spoken
cringe when you hear words only a token
Seeking the truth, not platitude
discover love, in those that.........
Breathe actions, not poetic verse
Poet Destroyer A
confusion, emo, emotions, fear, feelings, pain, sad,
AM I ?
Am I Just Standing Here, or Am I Just Dead?
Am I So Full Of Fear, I Lost Myself Instead?
Am I A Nobody, that you can't defend me?
Am I Just Invisible, and you really don't pretend.
Am I Blind, Or I Just Don't Wish To See?
The Love I Cannot Find Is Right In Front Of Me!
Am I Hearing the Truth,
Or Have I Just Been Deceived?
Who Can I Trust?
Who Can I Believe?
Am I So Mad I Just Can't Understand,
Or Am I So Sad I Need A Shoulder And A friend?
Is It Just Me,
Or Am I All Alone?
I wrote this poem 22 years ago
I was pregnant, scared and alone:-(
To you who knew me in my youth,
Who spread sweet joy and spoke with truth;
Before you passed to heaven’s skies,
I saw an angel in your eyes.
To you, the stranger that I met,
Who spoke no word of English, yet
Gave aid to me, you are God’s prize.
There was an angel in your eyes.
To those of you within this place
Whose gifts of words show love and grace,
Though I’ve not faced you, I surmise. . .
There is an angel in your eyes!
For CONTEST NO 202 any form/any theme with max of 12 linesPoetry Contest
of Brian Strand
love, mystery, spiritual,
Divinity lives beyond description
Alone, a weary heart cries from its pain
Desire eager for its conscription
Might truth and love turn this way again?
Sweet mysteries, this life, in dreams of thee
Yield fantasy's passion I dare to share
Walk from this muse, I pray to live in me
Conceding this, my love, unto your care
On lifeless shadows, cast your glowing light
Bring a blessed presence to this peace I seek
Rest too this solemn shade, this endless night
With angelic verse, but you could only speak
For seeking dreams to dream from up above
I cast my will and fate to seek your love
Beautiful Mystery Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
america, for her, for him, friend, friendship, growth, how i feel, international, journey, love, racism, school, social, together, truth, uplifting,
Love is not a color,
No hue, neither a race.
All of our blood is the same,
That runs deep within our veins.
If we could lift up each other,
And know that we all care.
If we help our sisters and brothers,
There's a bond that we'll share.
©2013 Honestly JT
They flutter and hover
And float on the breeze.
They shiver and shimmer
And weaken the knees.
Fickle and fragile,
They tickle and tease.
Fleeting and flimsy,
These frivolous creatures,
These knots of desire.
Once spindles of yearning,
Now spools of barbed wire.
Once pulling like petals,
Now pricking like briar.
Once soothing like honey,
Now burning like fire.
It struggles to rise.
The truth comes up gasping
From whirlpools of lies.
Shed this charade
And discard your disguise.
I know you enjoy
Drowning blind butterflies.
for her, innocence, integrity, love, rose, snow, trust,
I think I know the Name of Purity,
It is Your Name -- it holds clear water well!
A Chalice carved almost to shattering,
A white rose, that alone, grows in the dell
With drops of ice adorning its still face
The warmth of heart that comes with falling snow
The few flakes that adorn your lashes, by grace
Delightful cold that creeps up from below
Loquacity that speaks only the Truth,
Amazed by every small, delightful thing
Ubiquitous praise and unbroken Youth
Right Trust, that gave your finger to the Ring
Inevitable Joy, and whispered Love
E'er faithful, that this all is from Above.
Submitted for: Standard Poetry Contest 175
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I am not remembered in any form or way
Undeserving of their love and respect.
I understand, and yet I grieve.
For what I lost
Ignoring the ones who could have
Showered me with love
But did not
Because they knew me not.
I reserve my place in the cosmos
Recognizing truth and love
once again upon the throne of death
as I enter a kingdom I do not deserve
The angels grabbed me and gave me
what I had sought on earth in the form
of lust, not even my biggest mistake.
My soul cries now
At a life not lived.
emotions, feelings, hope, hurt, imagery, love hurts,
Love is but an illusion
a mixture of lies and truth.
And non-responsive to dreams
or expectations of youth.
Through anguish and frustration
bravado falters and slips.
And yet in your fantasies
passion drips from wanton lips.
Hope courts imagination
summoning a dreamy smile.
And you find your private place
where you go once in a while.
You yearn for a soul mate with
whom to share your existence.
And you continue to look
with undying persistence.
You fall in and out of love
with the ghosts of yesterday.
And yet feigning happiness
pretend everything's okay.
break up, emotions, feelings, imagery, love hurts,
Falling in love’s magical
it feels like your heart's on fire.
And dreamers hear only hope
not the words of a liar.
When trust begins to weaken
your heart shores it up with lies.
And an outpouring of pain
replaces truth as it dies.
Fear gathers like nagging doubts
morphing into last goodbyes.
And shared dreams discreetly drown
as tears spill from crying eyes.
Let time’s current carry you
to where hope outweighs sorrow.
For like a river it flows
towards a new tomorrow.
confusion, deep, metaphor,
Is there still a rainbow after the rain?
An unanswered message, life is full of lies
Darkness falls - like a thief steals the daylight
I get confused - hear demons whisper
It happened so suddenly, struggling to breathe
Tired of all the things that hurts
If life was an adventure I would love to dance
Everything around me is in a white blur - the truth?
- Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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encouraging, family, humanity, life, love, truth, wisdom,
Bit Of Truth And Wisdom, Found In Old Age
At that age wisdom says life is a joke
consider blindness of other poor folk.
Stop to ponder why on earth we exist
you may just find giving on that big list.
To live well, love hard and thus procreate
easy to see easier to relate.
Living life together with your soulmate
should be a part of everybody's Fate!
Finding life is not about what you got
should be holding solid, number one spot
Tis more about life lived well and deeper
with one you found, knew to be a keeper
If long life, happiness is your great aim
if reaching not for it, you are to blame!
Robert J. Lindley, 1-16-2017
confusion, introspection, love,
I wish I knew how, had ability to turn
away from you and not look back to see if it
affected you, my turning away, walking off.
I want you to miss this, and I fail to pass off
the distance as a gravely unfortunate turn
of events, see truth within desperation, it
blinds, consumes, and (I hate to, but) I admit it
impossible to justify the breaking off
of any contact to once again inward turn.
I want to reach within, find this, and turn it off.
beautiful, beauty, introspection,
When it’s quiet, I’m alone and nobody can see,
I withdraw to the world I invent,
Where my thoughts are my own, nobody will judge,
And I breathe my own little lament.
I’m safe on this raft, this raft of my truth,
My truth where I’m no longer blind.
Where everything’s real, as real as the wind,
The wind blowing around in my mind.
My eyes are shut tight, all entry is locked,
My ears only hear the silence of dry,
And my mind wonders, to the edge of the world,
And tiptoes on the clouds in the sky.
I love when it’s quiet and I’m alone in my head,
And I can love all there is in my heart,
And appreciate all that I ever will be,
And exist in an imagination of art.
Some fun with Shakespearean Sonnet
The sword locked tight and firm within the stone
awaits a heart with strong undaunted faith,
oft tempered hard by fire the dragon's blown;
not cowered down before a ghastly wraith.
Too often those without intrepid souls,
though with the strength of lions at their hest,
believe it only takes one mighty pull
to loose the brand now locked within this breast.
But power isn't born from strength without,
it is the light of truth within the pure
that need not raise a fist nor feign a shout
to earn a faith and love that shall endure.
With gentle silent solemn hand he grasps
and slowly frees Excalibur at last.
Connie Marcum Wong
devotion, life, metaphor, spiritual, sun,
Find in each other a kindred spirit
That speaks divinely, without words.
Auras coalesce in euphoric passions
Warming hearts and bodies
That rise to ethereal heights.
Sentient beings aware of the gift
Love employs to infinite degrees,
Valuing the depths of harmonic harmony.
Let sunrise penetrate its heavenly hues
In veneration of nature connecting
With the psyche, intuitive of karmic
Laws in recompense of past regrets.
Unveil the opaque shrouds that keep
Truth occult by delivering the naked soul.
A drop of lonely floats
into a never ending kiss
lost folded notes play
out in a rewind of time
Shifting spells the chorus
foreign answers ring
-- an empty chair
rocking through my mind
Lay down your symphony
where harmony rests a head
pull back the covers slowly
let me listen to what is said
Colour wraps in soulful pace
mellow light dances free
belief waits for the butterfly
as with truth sunsets will be
Sunflowers and dandelions.
Sometimes in life it's a fine line.
We go outside to breathe the air.
Look around, try not to stare.
The little children play and run.
The girls are screaming, having fun.
Little boys follow along.
Learning the words to write the song.
A bouquet of summer's sweet refrain.
A timeless imprint on your brain.
To carry us into the night.
Beyond what sunshine brings to light.
After all the dreams come true.
But get lost in the dawning dew.
Only glimpses of love survive.
As you awake having to strive.
Finally finding out the truth.
About our fantasy's in youth.
All we wanted was a friend.
And a little love before the end.
Jerry T Curtis
abuse, anger, betrayal, emotions, psychological, spoken word, truth,
Why do people, want to cause
Other people pain
Where is the Love
That will break the chain
Someone says something
Then it's tit-for-tat
I've played this before
We all know the score
Now who's up at bat
I think it's time, for us to play
The self healing game
Before there's no one, left
Around to blame
One that's more thoughtful
And much less insane
Let's reach for the Sun
And help everyone
Come out of the rain
All we have, is this fleeting chance
To get this right
No time for jealousies
No time to fight
Don't say, that you're sorry
Don't seek to forgive
Just start here today
And throw it away
And learn how to live
faith, paradise, prayer, religious,
Unique is the discipline of love
Understanding God's law
Faith holds supreme commander
Sometimes we have to fight
our way through a concrete jungle
stone cold dreams nightmare evaluates
Rocking the cradle unworthy desires
no peace or rest for the wicked deeds
in order to find the answers to hopes prayer
Truth pointing us directions
within our code of moral conduct
which supports us in our voyage
In the walk of life chaos grips hearts consumed with hate
Without faith our souls identity will become dust
Needing hugs from heaven to survive
A Collaborated Poem 19.11.2015
Anne-Lise Andresen, and Liam Mc Daid
My insolent heart
It dives into your words
Feels your presence,
Makes love to you
My insolent heart
Knows the truth
you are unreachable.
it ventures around old memories,
My insolent heart
Takes me away from sanity
Gives me a false hope.
Makes me irrational
My insolent heart
Knows no boundaries
It immigrates to a forbidden land where
love breaks the barrier.
I wonder why my heart is insolent. .
YOUR BLUE EYES
Your blue eyes
Your blue eyes
Just That Archaic Poet
death, pain, sad love, sorrow, truth,
Tell me why, but tell me True-
Spare me the heartbreak of a Lie
I would lay forever in these meadows...
Forever, until I die!
To rid myself of all the Pain,
And the Sorrows of what I feel
To ease my Mind, my worried Brain
(Lord! The Cuts! I need to heal)
*Referring to my problems with "Borderline Personality Disorder"; many of us are "cutters"
Joseph Spence Sr
devotion, faith, hope, inspirational, life, time, visionarylove,
The soul whom the Son sets free
is free indeed,
Unlocking the rusting shackles
Allowing life’s amazing grace
to shine with His embrace,
Transformation of soul’s darkness
to light’s brightness,
The uplifting revelation of God’s
truth of freedom,
His extraordinary and infinite power
shining love every hour,
Preservation and hope for life
His love abound, no strife
How sweet the sound—
Wrapped in His embrace
Singing Amazing Grace!
17th Place Honorable Mention/Certificate
Poetry Soup's International Poetry Contest
July 1, 2007
In the depths of the night I swear I saw your halo
Drifting above, when my thoughts were calm
Ornate but simple like the humble daisy
Lovely and stunning from flower to bulb
Oh how I dreamt that you could be mine
Vision of beauty as the belle of the ball
Enchanting the evening as we waltz to and fro
You had my heart and I knew it was luv
O my beloved, my truth, my valentine
Until death do we part, my love to you I bid
Love is the sweet,
Yet truth is sweeter.
True love is the sweetest.