fun, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, word play, write,
by Caren Krutsinger |
A poem for fun
I laugh delightedly
Because they all are
A poem cannot be
Because patrons are gone
No one pays for poems
Poems are thoughts
Turned onto paper
By people who
Know how to turn
Not easily admitting it
due to the
I love you so.
by Ngoc Nguyen |
emotions, feelings, girlfriend, loneliness, love, love hurts, relationship,
Why am I a love-sick, dead-broke loser
in love with a rich and affluent girl?
A poor, unwise fool, why did I choose her?
(I can't afford such a lovely, rich Pearl!)
I wish I were a prince, handsome and rich,
youthful and full of promise and prospects
(for her): but I'm none of the above, which
makes us at best love's unlikely suspects.
Ironic that the love of my bleak life
is beyond my abject, penniless reach
and past my hope of her being my wife:
barriers that harsh Fate won't let me breach.
But God they say can move heaven and earth
for those of unlike yoke to meet His goals;
now and anon He moves those hearts of worth
which He wills and unites as entwined souls.
by Erica Lewis |
angst, introspection, life, loss, love, philosophy
Sweet apocalyptic frailty
seeps from weary sighs
Punctuated words we love
or love-words we despise
that drags us from the light
thieves that rape us in the night
Car wrecks and too much sex
things that make us feel
taint of success, abject failure
things that make us real
by Emile Pinet |
angst, break up, emotions, feelings, lost love, sad, suicide,
While walking along the beach,
I listen to the waves crash.
But all I hear is your voice
and how you had called me trash.
I detect abject anguish
within a seagull's shrill cry.
For it sounds in agony,
shrieking, go away and die.
The ocean calls me to Her
like a siren with no face.
And whispering soothing sounds,
She lures me to Her embrace.
I feel Her currents pull me
to the depths of the unknown.
And washing away my tears,
She mingles mine with Her own.
Slipping under Her waters,
I exhale my final breath.
And extinguishing life's spark
sink into the arms of death.
by Aleck Solier |
angst, lost love, love, sad,
Memories are all I have,
Intense and suffocating.
Churned out emotions needing salves
Healed, yet unrelenting
Abject surrender to your wiles
Embittered by time
Looming reminiscence of your smiles
Sealed in my mind
Anguishing on a future lost
Grieving over what once was,
Agonizing at what it has cost
Remembering mem'ries of a distant past
by Faye Gibson |
What sounds, what pictures can express your grace?
I search my soul to lay fast claim on words
that will depict the worship you have stirred
with in my breast. Alas, they fly apace,
and I am mute. My love, I would abase
myself and to your merit mine defer;
o, could I conjure up the golden word
that would my imagery of you embrace!
I long to lift my voice in praise of thee;
yet, evermore in speechless wonder stand
that one who walks in nobl'st purity
would enter in and grace my barren land.
Do see my debt, my abject poverty,
how they must speak what words cannot command.
Faye Lanham Gibson
by Sara Louise Russell |
angel, longing, lost love, love, sorrow,
Mr. Darcy's Sleepless Night
by Sara L. Russell 2005
Elizabeth! All heaven breathes the name
Whereon abject desire became impaled!
Whose accusations cast me into shame;
So difficult to please - and I have failed.
To have been roundly hated from the start,
Where I supposed she meant only to tease!
Would that those subtle glances stilled my heart
And I had never felt such agonies.
Elizabeth! What kind of sorceress,
What vengeful angel, what siren of pain,
What torturer would have love's slave confess,
Only to throw such ardour back again?
Sweet mercy, take her spectre from my eyes,
Lest dreams bring torment when the lamplight dies.
by Emile Pinet |
angst, anxiety, break up, emotions, feelings, heartbreak, lost love,
Sitting in abject solitude,
I am all alone with my thoughts.
For devastated by your words,
I was abandoned, to their sting.
I can hear the thud of my heart,
racing to accommodate fear.
And its throbbing pulse is so loud,
I can't think of anything else.
Anxiety sends each heartbeat
pulsing and pounding in my ear.
And burning my cheeks with their heat,
tears flow to extinguish my pain.
I begin to question my worth,
cringing inside my wounded heart.
And sorting through my memories,
I slip into the arms of sleep.
by Caren Krutsinger |
anti bullying, betrayal, bullying, feelings, psychological, sad love, wife,
Jacque was the happiest of newlyweds on the outside
She dressed fastidiously. Walked with her joyful head up.
She had many excuses. She could never take time to sup.
Her smile helped her pretend she was a well-loved satisfied bride
Jacque was keeping her honest betrayed feelings deep inside.
She was cheery, and happy, keeping in her abject sadness.
Stuck in a battle, she could never hope to win, a madness.
Hoping to help her husband with rage he could no longer hide.
Written Feb 20, 2019
Contest: Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
by Nur Holis |
Leaving me naked, disgraced, abject
tearful between those
who make love
by Wahab Abdul |
april, woman, women,
Woman I am not
Yet I love to fight for their rights
For women they themselves could not better organize
Due to their being feeble and weak
Yet they could play their immense importance
If they know how they are deprived
And snatch away their independence
Woman I am not
Yet I love to fight their rights
As I know how they are suppressed all over the world
They are used and misused in every place
Though few of them know clearly
But I know something what the oppressors do not know
If they are given full freedom
Then with their hands and head they can
Contribute half of your GDP
And help you to come out free from your abject poverty.
by Vernon Witmer |
beauty, earth, kiss, love,
so much beauty
in this world
that I must blink
to hold back my tears.
If I could not blink
I fear, sixty per cent
of who I am,
would leave me,
in their abject eagerness
to kiss the earth.
by Rob Levasseur |
Yet in solemn winter, beauty must end
and the singing of birds true fades away
no longer in thick leaves to sit and lend
a joyous tune to the children who play.
So all the color from the world does fade
so swiftly the land becomes just one hue
thus under the snow sweet flora is laid
the color and splendor taken from view.
Grasped so swiftly, and shaken to death
all that is lovely and warm on this earth
by the abject rue of cold winter’s breath
still truly I say there still is much mirth:
For in my heart true, I sing soft and coo,
thankful refrains of the joy that is you.
(click the pic for a preview of my upcoming book!)
by Fauxcroft Wade |
humanity, light, love, pain, world,
We live in world that's lost its heart and soul
By those who rule and exert too much control
We live in a world of rot and decay
Caused by the greed few who are so abject and depraved
Sipping on their champagne
As we feel the pain
Time and time again.
We should live in a world with a heart and soul
A world that is warm, caring and not so cold
We should live in a world where there's enough for all
A world of visionaries dreamers leading the call
For a better way to live in love peace and equality
Finding true harmony
Together in unity
Rediscovering our humanity.
by Rob Levasseur |
Should doubt high drift over my love for thee
grey gloomy cloud, disconsolate, strong reign
bleak darkened frown, portend deep misery
hide hearts resolve, beneath shadowed disdain.
Should you feel sudden cold breath of gloom,
spate of fear, black scourge upon painted leaf
quick cruelly fade love grim in abject gloom,
swift eclipse hopes hue behind shaded grief.
And would unshakable faith far be blown,
fiercely shook from loose grasp once so near
wither sweet loves blossom, thus loss bemoan
newly dead splendor, once honored then hear:
Eternally damned shall I rove and cry,
tormented ever to seek how and why.
by Njeri Hunjeri |
I have few words to tell her, great feelings
Of her; that my love is not money; my love
Abides in abject situations but still
My love blossoms in the world above the sky
For the world that I hope
For the world that I wish for
For the plans that I make
The sky marks the limit
You are my one and only
You are a soul ablaze
You are my past and my future
You for eternal
A treasure at hand
Written between 2000-2003
Just the young thoughts of the young mind
by Katherine Braithwaite |
absence, death, fathers day, god,
Alone in my small room ,end-state despair
I wondered what to do ,go here or where?
I tried the doctor and the priest and then
Knew there was no answer from a man
I saw in my mind’s eye a tunnel black
To which I was dead heading on my track
Abject and broken by a lover’s death
By his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath
Then I was held by golden clouds of fire
I felt the kindest love , the Lord’s desire
The tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush,
Acknowledging acceptance without wrath
And so I turned to life and to my work
Pain and torment shall not make me shirk
by Fred Jagenberg |
Pulled the pig to pork, a cannibal delights
Carnage seals the man with death
Final moments marked irrelevant
Flesh defends, abject betrayal dwells
Selfish kills to self-sustain
Sacrifice of squealing swiftly justified
Lacking passion living violence profane
Carry on promoting death inside
Render on without a shame
“Survival takes a certain path”
Awaken to your love of death
Choose your plate-full of discordant wrath
by Caren Krutsinger |
10th grade, 11th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade,
I fell in love with a banjoist who was playing in a gym
He had blackshank but I did not know when I fell in love with him.
I was a carhop drawing caricatures at a Diner named Big Jim.
We knew we would have to live in a tent our future rather dim.
We figured necessary expenses. What could we truly trim?
Electricity, rent, and water. We felt we really needed them.
Our leap of faith would put us way out on a frugal limb.
Due to our future abject poverty I had to release him.
A millionaire named Monique later married him on a whim.
by Brian Cochran |
beauty, flower, imagery, symbolism,
Distant melancholic music plays.
Dead flowers swoon and sway
In the molten breeze of an August afternoon.
Colors lost too soon,
Faded and forsaken by the relentless beat
Of an angry sun.
Forlorn and forgotten by the living,
Sight and scent no longer giving pleasure
To jaded eyes ever longing
For the newness of things.
Alas, death saves its own,
Finding home in a wasteland
of discarded memories and long lost days,
Resurrected in hearts and minds
Held captive by the lure and love
Of the simple abject beauty of decay.