by Rob Carmack |
Categories:
first love, lost love, mythology, raven,
As she walked across the sand,
receding waves made graffiti
out of the footsteps of a Valkyrie.
An ocean’s city let go of her hand
as we passed under a tree –
her hair like the gold of Valhalla’s marquee.
It was there, in another god’s hall,
the raven flew under a ceiling of shields,
and her grace lived in every swan.
It was then, when I first met need,
thirsting for wine but settling for mead.
Baldr’s death carved into a stone wall
moved me west to the mistletoe.
Her face held by another, his fingers
the lightening that tore open the skies
and bled the blue into her eyes.
My first loss and left out of place,
to learn what can’t be taught.
by Mark Junor |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, lost love, love, love hurts,
i followed you along the silent train tracks
in the dark cold rain
stepping on photographs of sunshine
watching the world wash away the graffiti of possibility
cause you promised
you pinky swore
that we are a heartbeat away from love
that we are in the way of knowin what the heart dreams
i followed you into the winters night with romance on my mind
you never told me that i would have to leave it all behind
i still believe we will find love
still believe because
you promised
you pinky swore...
by Jeffrey Dela Cruz |
Categories:
depression, longing, loss, love hurts, sad,
Sketches of coal, burning pitch black
enigmas emanate from each mark;
Foll’wing trails on, getting back on track,
laid and torn ‘part, lone in the dark.
Graffiti of different crime,
something that you cannot define.
Each occurrence does not, at all, rhyme
like the foul curse which to you binds,
another day, another night,
all endless to a silent whisper
and a muted scream taking a bite
little by little, it's getting closer.
In the last hour, desperation,
do you dare speak of the impossible,
pouring out what’s based on emotion
within the writings on the wall?
by Dinda Minardi |
Categories:
romance,
17/11/2013
First time we met
I couldn't believe that you were real
When you smiled at me
In my mind you've left a trail
On the first date
It was my hand sweating in frail
You looked gorgeous
You were a perfect appeal
I played it cool
But inside, your name I hailed
Two years later
In a marriage we're tied together
In my heart,
You've started to engrave
A graffiti said 'I'll love you forever'
by Scarlett Crittenden |
Categories:
introspection, people,
Wear the mask
Graffiti tunnel
Windy inside
Worse above
Pretty defaced message
Spray paint tired
Isolated crowd
Echoed shroud
Subjugated love
Tread enraged
Rotting beneath
Porcelain crown
by Sebastian Aaron Baez |
Categories:
art, music, nonsense,
helicopter
spinning top
cardboard
beat box
rocking body pops
stone cold spitting hot
to melt
personal imprisoning locks
shatter negative
mental mountain rocks
with uplifting
positive fountain thoughts
written down like
sporadic quantum physics chalk
oh my
I love the way he talks
galactic
graffiti addict
gigantic
hip-hop fanatic
cinematic
student of poetry magic
the type that weaves together
computer generated space fabrics
underground cult classics
watching
relaxing
eating a bowl of chex mix
handsome devil
passionate rebel
honey pie cuties blowing me a kiss
constantly catching butterfly lips
by Krystal Cochrane |
Categories:
love, me, , Lullaby,
Unearth me,
sift my confusion through your eyes,
dilute my anger with the moist of your lips;
graffiti my skin with prayers of trust;
grind my fear into a fine dust—
wrap me in the quilt of your ragged lullaby,
and bring me to life under a red and rainless sky.
by Uwe Stroh |
Categories:
art, fantasy, introspection,
Rather than but like
graffiti it is
this life, this love
out there yet hidden
in the art form
out of mind
caricatured remnants
of moments past
the sniff of glue, enamel vapour
the splatter of it
on the backdrop of imagination
reality forms
Like Graffiti
by David Aaron |
Categories:
emotions, encouraging, feelings, friend, friendship, love, wife,
Leg cast graffiti
elates the spirits of all
who created it
by George Zamalea |
Categories:
love,
True love begins in a dark paradise
Filled with graffiti
And Diet Coke,
Wearing a Three Dimension sunglasses
Against the white screen
Swallow popcorn in a summertime
Stormy rain.
by Jaymes Dilaurentis |
Categories:
angst, betrayal, dark, death, sorrow, suicide,
She looks at him like he lights up her world
But he just thinks she is only pretty
He rejects the worlds she uses to swirl
He trashes her heart and paints graffiti
She could not turn him into poetry
And she could not make him simply love her
Her love was grand like a sequoia tree
But his love was barely a small whisper
Gave up her life to things that made her cry
A small bottle of wine and medicine
Made her blood and stomach acidify
And all that was left was a skeleton
To think of all the sad streets he passed by
And so not for a moment did he cry.
by Angelo Pierre Louis |
Categories:
analogy, appreciation, beautiful, break up,
You know, I've seen parts of you that I'll never see again, Like graffiti on a train.
Fleeting and mysterious entendres of myself embedded in you make it so hard for me to love them.
So hard to understand them, they just come and go.
I make haste to find beauty in the art that just passes by as we live through each other at the highest levels of bliss. And then its gone.
Every other time it's a different place, different train, with different art pieces. for some, none at all.
But what are my chances of seeing yours again? The parts of you that I saw in me...
by Beata Agustin |
Categories:
christian, faith, god, inspiration, jesus, spiritual, truth,
^I^
^Do^
^Now^
^Have^
^Settled^
^Security^
^Triumphantly^
^Inside the fortress*^
^Of my Lord and Saviour’s^
^Love, Grace, Mercy, Peace-filled^
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^^~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~^^
A
U
T
H
O
R
I
T
Y
((( )))
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*Psalm 18:2 The LORD is my rock, and my fortress, and my deliverer; My God, my strength, in whom I will trust; My buckler, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.
May 4, 2023
4th place, "Graffiti" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 5/6/2023
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
christian,
The
sign
of love,
an ichthys*
by Babajide Ilebiyi |
Categories:
adventure, life, places, night, night,
With a sprightly gait and a bag full of dreams
I confront this concrete jungle, uncharted as it seems
Like a maiden with a sparkle in her eyes
Luring with beautiful lies
A smile, giving light to darkening skies
A cheeriness that utter strife belies
Neon lights, head lights, street lights, city lights
In broad night light, who needs a flash light?
Being here, it feels right
Find love, I just might
Blurry yet so bright
Fleeting, soon it takes flight
Like a graffiti of colours
Brilliant and belligerent
Lights dancing at night hours
Radiant and iridescent
By music in the moonlight, I am happily greeted
A breezy tranquility, sonorously interrupted
by John Rhinem |
Categories:
hope, life, love,
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Iniquities vertical archways traversing twilights retro
Drafted abysmal shadows aneath the roses; gethsemanes inquisition
Coloured acrylic murals in acidic transcending medievils
Vague ambulant abstract mystique....
Embellished cerium charcoals as that of gothics in vitro, masque
Achromatic architectural envisioned designs; gomorrahs evanescence
Holistic gargoyles of the black plagues overture amid
Nefarious nepenthes, garden of eden....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....American Graffiti!?
by Jennifer Ratcliffe |
Categories:
happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, introspection, life, love, music, nature, nostalgia, passion, peace, people, philosophy, social, uplifting, visionary
That cheese and apple affect,
chaotic yells for morning
revolutionised
by the simple cup of tea.
With smiling echo's in grim passageways
of graffiti laughs,
concrete surfs
and chewing gums dalmatian.
Rackets of rain
like falling rivers
are the singing shouts of
ambient joy.
by Chase Turk |
Categories:
angst, loss, love, nostalgia,
repitious symphathy bracing graffiti upon the walls i animate
elegiac words morphing into their stark existance
inanimate figures peel away to shade the world gray
their vows spoken through echoes of blood screaming out my eulogy
reiterating their prevarications which induce the opaque starlight
the contours emit a reflection deceiving the effigy
singing vacant pantomime to the adorn imperfect perfections
by Carol Marie Webster |
Categories:
angst, loss, sorry,
Between the glossy panels of my mind
Thoughts of love children
Puking inside their mother’s wombs
Travel back and forth and back and forth.
What makes you think it is alright to discard my
Mental capabilities as trifle
Emotional walls which you would rather stray
Graffiti paint on to camouflage as curtains
of the bedroom the night before and after a hot spell?
by Johnny Rhinem |
Categories:
love,
Iniquities vertical archways
Traversing twilights retro
Drafted abysmal shadows
Aneath the roses bush...
Coloured acrylic murals
Acidics transcending
Medievils vague ambulant
Abstract mystique ?
Embellished cerium
Charcoals as that of gothics
In vitro; masque'd
Achromatic architectural
Envisioned designs...
Gomorrah's holistic
Gargoyles; a black plagues
Overture amid, Nefarious
Nepenthes, garden of her eden.
by Mohan Chutani |
Categories:
love,
Rainbow spring, blooms having a balL
Oh, can we sing and dance a duet toO!
Seems nature is luring us with a luv reV
Earth too wears a silky fresh green robE!
Stars in clear nights sketch a luv graffitI
Allow me an entry in your heart recesS!
Roses symbolise our luv, so do gladulaI
Earnestly, I await for your reciprocatioN
Regard our luv sequence like an operA
Eh, love is in air, let's go for grand safarI
Dream of life together, I cherish deaR.
31.5.2020
Double Double Words To Bubble Poetry Contest
ROSES ARE RED: LOVE IS IN AIR
by Threase Robinson |
Categories:
romantic, sensual,
Love graffiti
My body is your canvas to express all your wants and needs.I am a living masterpiece of your senuality and I display my hot burning passion for you .I am all that you desire I am sex graffiti
Pixie poet
by Jean Marble |
Categories:
angst, lost love,
Unfit
chambers littered
with memories of theives
that Trust invited to come in
my heart.
Rustic
quarters exposed,
no pomp, no flash, no glitz
just safe comfort to nestle in
alone.
Now walls
stand bare and cold
inside my empty heart
What value has love in pockets
of theives?
Condemned,
my haven has
become a prison cell,
graffiti memories still stain
the walls.
Behind
boarded windows,
and locked doors I sit
confused, shivering while theives haunt
my soul.
Unfit
quarters exposed
inside my empty heart.
Graffiti memories still stain
my soul.
by Sharon Downer |
Categories:
love,
Write it on the window,
in big bold letters.
Write it on the wall,
in wet black ink.
Spray it on the overpass,
in bright green graffiti.
Write it with your finger,
on an empty desk
.
Yell it loud when you're mad,
tell it when it suits you best.
Spread it thoroughly when you're depressed.
Laugh when its mentioned,
whisper it to the listening wind,
pray it to the unhearing gods,
throw it for the dog to catch,
nail it to a wall and frame it,
eat it when you're hungry,
write it on the back of your hand,
scribble it on a blank page in your notebook,
lick it on your strawberry sucker,
just never forget it's there.
by Juliet Ligon |
Categories:
art, black african american, black love, creation, emotions, heartbreak, heartbroken,
My
heart hit
the wall like
graffiti spray.
I'm a work of art, majestic as night,
but they only see that I'm not daylight.
Today my stars
are absent
as the
day.
2-24-2021
Double Tetractys 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
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