by elizabeth wesley |
Categories:
angst,
Our shadows were so restless
As we passed from room to room;
They pretended to be living
But they died within their tomb
They shrank a little bit each day
When the sun shone bright above;
And both of us now waste away
In the sadness of lost love.
In days of younger shadows
That danced in noon's bright light;
Laughter floated on the breeze
Till our day turned into night.
Burdened by life's troubles
Our shadows danced no more;
They became the darkened spots
That faded on the floor.
Now death's arms have taken you
Leaving only memories of your face;
The shadow that was part of you
Is now gone without a trace.
Collab with Danny Boy, the Kearley
by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories:
angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,
Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death
and dying.
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
angst, loneliness,
Damned by the devil's curse upon my heart
I pace the lonely bridge twixt love and hate
Stalked by death's shadow from the very start
Forsaken by the guiding hand of fate
My restless soul sleeps in the tangled thorns
Nursed by the acrid milk of bitter weed
Tormented nightly by old lovers scorned
And haunted by a score of sinful deeds
Pray, take me now to storm the gates of hell
Confront the wicked one and question why
Twas reason for my birth under his spell
To live a loveless life until I die
I curse this lonely life given to me
The fire of hell is all t'will set me free
an original poem by Daniel Turner
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
10th grade, angst, anxiety, death, emotions, feelings, grief,
Grief hides pain
behind a veil
of anger, rage, and disbelief.
And yet, it consumes
your every moment
and every thought.
Inside, you want to lash out
at the world,
viciously,
violently,
anything,
to send the hurt back!
Grief clings to death
and in so doing,
devastates the living.
Your world shrinks
to memories,
reflected in pools of tears.
And life loses its spark,
for the part of you, you’re missing,
has left a hole in your heart.
Time is but a concept
of the mind,
as flimsy as a thought
it has no power over pain.
And yet, there is something
stronger than time
that can numb pain,
and that is hope... fueled by love.
(Free Verse)
10-30-2020
by arthur vaso |
Categories:
allusion, angst, destiny, humanity, introspection, life, loneliness,
I have been erased
no face
no name
Silence invades
I speak yet have no voice
no soul
no heart
Darkness I embrace
Invisible to the mirror
Into society I peer
no one sees
what does not exist
Asleep or awake
there is no existence to partake
Possessions collecting dust
While what does not exist rusts
Who am I, that never existed
That bleeds but never lived
Murdered by love
no matter
I do not exist
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
angst, conflict, depression, fate, love hurts, sorrow,
I see the future
in the constellation of my crystal tears
as you siphon the sparkle off what’s left of my joy.
Heavy is my heart where you spread your composting ego
sacrificing my fire.
Your unwillingness
to ascend from darkness
on wings of breath and light
is not lost on me..
as you strut your fan of peacock plumes
snuffing out any hope
for my flickery flame.
Susan Ashley
July 19, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Any July 2018 Poem
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
~ POTD ~
July 21, 2018
by Silent One |
Categories:
angst, love, solitude,
No one understands the reason for living,
many prefer to receive without giving.
In a world full of selfish behaviour,
solitude has become my silent saviour.
Instruments are repressed without musicians,
as some kill the music before auditions.
My harp cares not for words about tradition,
ignores fake applause for romantic fiction.
Love is a way of life, yet some bring it shame,
mercy cannot sin, feelings are not a game.
People point fingers to those without a name,
what will they do when there's no one left to blame?
I'm no Romeo, I need no Juliet,
I've loved and lost, broken hearts I still regret.
Silent Sonnet
Silent One
24 August 2019
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
angst, appreciation, beauty, desire, endurance,
I wish to return to beauty
instead of the mundane
To marvel at rainbows
glistening in the rain
To feel melancholy
Life’s mysteries to explain
Choo Choo engine progress
days chugging like a train
The mysteries of oceans
far deeper than my pain
Why do I live carelessly
while others have to strain
I was born out of love
yet love is hard to maintain
My spirit begs me to listen
why do I yield to my brain
Yet desire keeps growing
I pray it will not wane
Life’s a horse to be ridden
I’ll cling tightly to its mane!
by John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo |
Categories:
angst, loss, sad
Close the door and never
think twice.
Love is a gamble.
Inwhich we all roll the dice.
Many dreams are broken under
a moonlit sky.
Yet no word hold the pain
like goodbye.
I rememeber it so very well.
Nights wrapped in passion.
As silent promises as lovers
we tell.
Tressure thoose thoughts
And buty them deep..
take my heart.
For its forever yours to keep.
Still night memeories show so very clear.
They torture thoose thoughts.
that tell me your no longer here.
the brige now burnt stands as a memorial
underneath a starlit sky.
I find solace in the pain.
as all i hear is goodbye.
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
9th grade, angst, anxiety, death, i love you, i miss you, imagery,
It's a little too quiet now,
I can't hear the love in his voice.
And yet, the sound of his laughter
is oft overheard in my dreams.
Since he died and went to heaven
it's a little too quiet now.
And all that I took for granted,
morphed into precious memories.
His final goodbye broke my heart
and I could hear me screaming no.
It's a little too quiet now,
and the silence is deafening.
I pray to a merciful God
to keep him alive in my thoughts.
His heartbeat was my symphony,
it's a little too quiet now.
(Quatern)
08/23/2020
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
angst, lost love,
Do you wish to hold me?
We can drift on the sea my love,
under the stars above.
You were my lovely dove so free,
who captivated me.
I thought I’d never be so glad
and still inside so sad
For the love we both had, is gone.
As we approach the dawn
I will think, “Once upon a time,
you were meant to be mine.”
So now my heart does pine away
Wishing that you would stay
I know that you will say, good bye
Still I will wonder why,
you chose another guy, not me.
Him on shore, me at Sea~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Inspired by Brenda Chiri
She introduced me to this new form.
The form is called Luc Bat.
Check out Brenda’s poem titled “Seasons”
by Mike Gentile |
Categories:
angst, growth, hope, how i feel, life, memory,
When the only door that opens
is one leading to the past
I pack my bags and grab the wine
and find my way at last
I sojourn deep into the woods
of life’s long memories
and picnic on the leaves of love
for heart song melodies
And then with each familiar chord
and with each sip of wine
I start to find myself again
remembering what’s mine
A blessed life of ups and downs
with courage to be found
in knowing that I’ll find my way
when I come back around
by Mary Nagy |
Categories:
angst, daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love, car,
Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that emotional scar? '
'The kids will all laugh at the rust.
When we race, I'll be left in the dust!
I will save up some cash
then we'll make a mad dash
to the car dealer surely you trust'.
'He will make us a wonderful deal
and I'm sure you will know how I feel.
I will love you so much,
My siblings... I won't touch.
Just get me behind a new wheel'!
Now she'll be cruisin in style.
She'll be happy for only awhile.
There will always be better
and we'll try hard to get her
a car that will make princess smile.
by Daniel Turner |
Categories:
angst, autumn, goodbye,
It seems we said hello, just yesterday
Do you recall the night you came to town?
You blew in silently, I hoped you'd stay
Time really flies when old friends come around
When you leave here, I guess you'll be southbound
I love the pretty blanket left for me
Those yellows mix so well with red and brown
It will make such a treasured memory
Yet when you've gone, how diff'rent things will be
So cold and bare, your warmth will disappear
It happens ev'ry year so let's agree
We'll plan a longer visit for next year
Sweet autumn it is time to say goodbye
I wish you'd come next year about July
by Daniel Turner
Spenserian sonnet rhyme scheme
ABAB BCBC CDCD EE
by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories:
abuse, anger, angst, death, me,
~he murdered me~
I was only 21 years old
Here I lay, beyond the cold
I granted him, the best of me
Praying for his love endlessly
I never listened to anybody's advice
Only to my husband and his lies
He bore a bad habit of beating me
No matter, his love was all I could see
On my last day, he took me by surprise
Now everyone around me cries
It's too late to tell all my loved ones good-bye
Or, even understand the reason why?
Today I'm in a place where he can't touch me
In a box called a coffin, only I can see
While you stay and rot behind in jail
God did and took me away from your hell
:)
by Nina Hernandez |
Categories:
angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,
Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair
Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee
Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark
She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?
To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife
Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest
And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear
And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber
She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee
by Winter Wallace |
Categories:
angst, art, confusion, depression, forgiveness, inspirational, introspection, life, music, peace, visionary
Dear Me,
I need you to be stronger
I need you to never be afraid
swallow your pride,and your flight will be softer
tell her you love her,even if it hurts
Grab onto your dream and live it
Do not be afraid of the sun's divinity
Be better,love more, hold on.
Dear Me,
Enjoy every stop of the ride.
For when the train finally stops...we die
Until we witness the angels dance after final day...
Dear Me, hide your fears away
by Emile Pinet |
Categories:
12th grade, anger, angst, anxiety, discrimination, imagery, immigration,
wars drugs poverty
famine fear rape death
and degradation
that's the impoverished world
desperate immigrants flee
and yet we won't let them in
go die on the other side of our new wall
stay away from what’s ours
we should be ashamed to call ourselves Christians
there's no kindness in our hearts
or tolerance for others
even though God's commandment
says to love our neighbors as we love ourselves
(Suzette Prime)
8/11/2018
by White Wolf |
Categories:
angst, conflict, love,
Like a thunderbolt through the heart,
She was beauty, a work of art,
A snowfield on a summer's day,
She was an angel here to stay.
Such loving eyes to gaze upon,
How could I ever do her wrong,
The moment of truth did come then,
As I wrote with paper and pen.
Was she truly the love for me?
This is something that I must see,
Plainly my love for her was torn,
To walk in two worlds I was sworn.
One of love the other duty,
Neither shall wane but one must be.
(Eight syllables per line)
12~7~2016
by Keith Bickerstaffe |
Categories:
angst,
He hurries home late from the office
and hesitates out on the lawn,
the mists are swirling like her dress,
the moon is frowning down.
The music in her soft blue eyes,
that hungry look upon her face
makes him tremble like a teenager
fumbling his first date.
Hoping she's gotten home safely,
beguiled by her lingering perfume,
his wife and kids are sound asleep,
he tiptoes through the family room.
Bedeviled by such fervent yearnings
full-compounded day to day,
a strangled heart, a tortured soul,
old love, new love - there is no easy way.
by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories:
angst, confusion, imagination, lost love, mystery, on writing and words, passion, sad
The Ink Bottle sits, alone,
It’s only Companions,
The Feathered Pen,
The Paper Pad.
The Desk, once alive,
The Words,
No longer,
Written.
Love, abandon,
But wanting not,
The Freedom,
It has.
A Wooden Chair, dusty,
Reclines not,
For the Comfort,
Once given.
Time, a mystery gone,
With passing,
Never to be recovered,
Longing.
Days of gloom, waiting,
Shine not, The Light,
The Heart,
Once brightened.
Come back, to Me,
My words, of Joy,
Of Laughter,
Wisdom, once known.
by John Patrick Robbins AKA Gonzo |
Categories:
angst, introspection, lost love, love, philosophy, sadtime,
Every time we fall we lose a bit of are selfs.
Untill hollow becomes the heart.
bare as a vacant stores shelves.
The dreamer finds solice in every new face.
That new love's illusion.
Cold is the afterglow when we reflect apon that
once passionet embrace.
Can the bitter heart find a reason to try?
Skipping stones alone across dark water.
We keep setting are selves up without
a single question as to why.
A room smoke filled yet every thing shows
clear.
Sometimes we play the cards.
And hold the best one aside in fear.
As vast as the ocean from its shores
the the innocent crawl.
Trying to capture only a glimmer of that true passion.
Every time we fall.
by Mary Nagy |
Categories:
angst, childhood, confusion, daughter, loss, mother, sad, me,
To me, she could've said anything
I wanted so badly to hear her say,
"I love you and I'm gonna try."
But all she said is "I just can't stay."
She looked away, I stared her down.
I needed to see her eyes.
She looked at me and that's when I knew...
THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES.
She died right there before me.
I watched her fade away.
Her eyes were glossing over
as I begged her "PLEASE, JUST STAY!"
She said goodbye and drove away.
I've learned to deal with loss.
But, now she says "I'm coming back!"
She doesn't know the cost.
To me she's dead, she can't come back.
She'll have to remember the day
that she died right there before me
when she said she couldn't stay.
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
break up,
Remembering days of azure skies,
I dream of you,
Knowing we're through.
Cerulean thoughts impose;
Tomorrow I'll begin anew.
How? I haven't a clue.
My heart's encased in cobalt walls.
Where's the joy we knew,
Happiness that grew?
Lonely, indigo nights await,
Wondering what I can do,
Nothing more to pursue.
'Neath night's sapphire cloak,
I eat my words. I chew.
How did I misconstrue?
Angst, veiled in navy curtains,
I ponder love once true
Until you withdrew.
*Word Count is 78. For Dale's "Brevity in Blue" contest.
by Sean Swain |
Categories:
angst, forgiveness, life, love, universe,
If ever beckoned by the broken glass
I offer instantly these scarred hands
And bleed
Embracing sharpest, cruel edges,
most exquisite lines
And bleed
upon piercing, jagged, penetrating points
brilliant with dancing sunlight
And bleed
poured out into a universe benign, hard surfaces
warm in crimson puddles of all I was
And stand
And bleed
And know then –
Broken glass does not love back.