by Juliet Ligon |
Categories:
irony, lost love, memory, moving on,
I forgot about you,
but I don't remember when.
With all the thoughts inscribed to you,
I once had to chase the pen.
My mind's now like an empty gas tank.
Oh, the roads we traveled... I can't get there.
The dedication page is blank,
because I can't remember what or where.
With all the adventures lived without you
and every brand new start,
with life otherwise filled, now I doubt you
ever existed in my heart.
Senility is what gets me through
each memory from beginning to end.
I forgot about you,
but I don't remember when.
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
beauty, longing, lost love, lust, passion, sensual,
Amidst wistful notions
to revive his parched heart,
he craves to be ladled with her ardent spirits,
to be cradled... in the tulip of her essence.
Susan Ashley
July 19, 2019
~ Tenth Place ~
An excerpt from: The Irony Of Fate (written July 18, 2018)
Submitted for contest: July 19, 2019
Premiere Contest: Arbitrium Divisa 3
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
by Verlena S. Walker |
Categories:
angst, celebrity, encouraging, freedom, irony, metaphor, simile,
of love of war
the staff of a prophet, seen
fairness not imagine, sings
shouting out, obscenity
recognized, yet
in search of fame, seeking stance
the moment arises, seek
of voice of power, godsend
renown supremacy, yet
prophet not acknowledged, kept
desire of a great life, sought
skill of voice, articulate
hardly ever, cheek
no longer free, famous self
seldom bite snarls dogma, link
of country of faith, kinship
all that’s true, fair play
desired fame acknowledged, pent
the home front, covetousness
war or peace love or hate, just
yelp puppy love, nice
_________________________|
Penned on September 28, 2014!
by A.O. Taner |
Categories:
beautiful, beauty, courage, cute love, dark, deep, depression, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, first love, funny love, grief, happiness, heart, heartbreak, heartbroken, how i feel, i am, i love you, i miss you, innocence, irony, jealousy, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, night, passion, psychological, romance, romantic, sad, sad love, silence, sky, sleep, solitude, sunset, true love,
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
lonely as ever
visible at night, useless by day?
in sync with its partner next door
for a quick kiss over a few flashes only
then arguing again and again
night in, night out.
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
not signaling a warning to keep away
but sending a call for compassion?
using the dark pauses in between
to yell the same name
over and over and over
into the emptiness of each night.
have you ever felt like
the flashing red light on the roof,
being your silent cry
only heard by your eternal love?
by Aiyah Torres |
Categories:
butterfly, cry, goodbye, irony,
My love, let me leave you for a while
It will not take any longer
Remember that I'm just here
I'm not saying goodbye.
I'll find my way back to you
When the right time has come
I fill your cup of coffee
I'll put back your precious smile.
Dry your tears, make up your life
Soon we'll hold each other hands
We'll share our love that so divine
In a place where no one could divide us.
But for now, I'll be gone in the night
Don't feel that you're alone
'cause I'm watching from afar
Remember that I will never say goodbye.
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
animals, love,
A King and His Beauty
the audience stares
King Kong shakes shackles, breaks free…
chaos, people running away
Kong’s mistress in crowd
once free, he cannot find her…
crowd is in frenzy
the beauty nears Kong
he picks her up in his palm…
Empire building scaled
planes appear in sky
protecting Beauty, he fights…
even beasts can love
Kong falls to his death
Beauty lives to love again…
Irony defies
*Entry for Tracie’s “Ku Ku Crazy” contest.
by Gail Foster |
Categories:
bird, heart, humor, irony, love, myth, pain,
The Gift of Eros
Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd and constant noise
In summer heat, in neon and the night
He aims his slender bow with perfect poise
Aloft flies Eros; underneath his feet
As shadows of the Circus slowly shift
I contemplate my own love, bitter, sweet
The wound that Eros wrought in me, the gift
And as I turn my tears up to the sky
A pigeon drops an arrow in my eye
by Gail
by Dean Wood |
Categories:
spring,
White chevron squadrons usher in spring
With squawking and honking and flapping of wings.
Their return brings a weekend to revel in fun.
The locals all love it, and hundreds more come!
But the poor migrant snow goose must be sorely perplexed;
Revered on one weekend, then slaughtered the next!
by Skaidiv Morjin |
Categories:
best friend, irony, little sister, sad, star, stars,
Oh shooting star!
Burnt out bright across a sky
thier wonder in your light
a frozen trail of tears you leave behind
Their laughter at your sparks
I have felt your ash
You roam lost within the dark
I run to where you've crashed
I've ran so fast so far to where you are
Oh fickle little shooting star
And
Oh shooting star!
Burnt out lost within a sky
They all cheer
They cannot see you wave goodbye
Oh shooting star!
I sigh despite their smiles
for the further you have flown
I know the faster you will die
So fly
fly away shooting star
Love
Sky
by Rich Rogers |
Categories:
how i feel, irony, poems, poetry, spoken word, truth,
Shocking as it may seem to believe,
I dislike iTunes Christian and gospel genre.
The only explanation I can fathom,
Is that all its songs sound the same to me.
My preference is hip hop and pop,
Lecrae and Andy Mineo are my tops.
I do like Ariana when listening to pop,
Mostly I rock to the Apple’s pop.
I love J. Cole’s “Brackets” so much,
I even wrote about it for my class.
So much truth exposed in the song,
It’s impossible to ignore the message.
My focus effects my reality,
I keep Jesus as my centerpiece.
Without him, a me there wouldn’t be,
Connected like the roots of a tree.
by Race Benoit |
Categories:
irony, love,
a man and a woman
lucky in love and precious
fate walked in and kissed them both
kisses wet, sloppy, thirsty
from an unplanned tenderness
romance fluttered
love came next there was no doubt
their chemistry delicious
played one off the others substantial
in the beginning of her purring
on purpose as fate
walked them down the primrose blushing
passion concentrated and gifted
translovely dream cooing
across the abyss
separating them from their naughty
they talked of love needful
secrets were confessed fragile
vowed to leave the past behind
shredded and troubled
their bond will be sewn husky
he closes his eye tender
she holds out her attractive
together they are damaged
by John Rhinem |
Categories:
introspection, life, love
Suspending ornaments within an abstracts reasonings....
Paramountic marvels of a phenomenas majestical wonders; these
Perceptions perceived along the paragons trails towards, the swallowing castles
Reflections amid the paradoxes silverish views; hues, of an artificial flavourings
Beliefs upon the impratical balconies foresight of, utopians dreams....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
....A Frankensteins theory?!
Note: Smile ~ Was considering the irony of certain things and, the love and light of
All things so, decided to drop a humble crumb into the basket ~ "'Love,' Always," John!:) ~
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
girlfriend, irony, lost love, relationship,
she didn't become
the love of his life
till she had left
posted on July 26, 2018
by Viv Wigley |
Categories:
break up, heartbreak,
Rueful.
The roots of love have bought forth shoots of sweethearts, dark and fair
some blossomed and some faded from a spark that wasn't there.
Magical attraction, in an instant spells were cast
but time soon bought the curtain down, the show not meant to last.
The rendezvous, it's time and place a mutual decision
convenient, quick, and coldly planned with military precision.
Outside a church we said goodbye, an awkward fleeting kiss
on a carpet of confetti, irony I didn't miss.
Not one of them left memories
as powerful as this
if she was not to be the one
I asked myself- who is?
by Robert Ludden |
Categories:
faith,
The dead still walk
within our memories,
and breathe
and smile
and talk
inside that strange preserve we keep,
a room still redolent with life
above the boxes where they sleep.
What irony prevails, that we
may call them forth upon a whim
as frozen servants microwaved,
enjoyed, and then returned at will
to their uncertain rest.
Might we indulge them,
favoring a spirit laugh
at our audacity?
Might they indeed, be guiding us
inside our stumbling bones,
inside this diorama
quite obsessed by touch?
We might do well to understand
they fly to us
with such astounding love
to fill our reminiscenses
upon demand, and yet
with sad politeness fade away
at suppertime.
~
by Andrew Fairchild |
Categories:
friendship, irony, relationship,
I loved her, and O! How I meant not to!
To be my dead wife's husband, and a friend
Respectful of her sister, humble, too,
And now, respect and friendship're at an end.
I thought that I could keep my feelings out
Of any interaction that we had,
I thought that I had bound them, with ropes stout
And just for feeling, now, I feel so bad!
I thought the perfect gentleman could say
'I love you', without burdening my friend
But that was not the way Reality lay,
I tried, desire, to admiration, to bend.
O! You eternal fool, who could not be
Nor silent witness, nor a still, calm sea!
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
angst, betrayal, irony, rude, spoken word,
They’re big fans of themselves
basking in mirrored glory
their own shadows they adore
will talk your ear off
if you let them
they’re everywhere
I unwittingly attract them ~
I may as well be a magnet
they love me because I’m quite happy
being polite not talking about myself
gives them the whole stage to themselves
It gets old though when
I finally have something I want to share
how dare I want to hold the mike
for a whole five minutes in the spotlight
Guess what~ they can't even pretend
to be interested ~ so that’s the end of that
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 21, 2020
by Ann Peck |
Categories:
irony, love, romance, teen love, together,
I saw my yesterdays' love today,
on a quiet, shady, backstreet lane.
I knew his eyes, though his hair was grey,
said he'd forgotten my married name
Or would have called me when moving back
to see how life had been treating me.
Just words said to fill time's slack
Smiling, we talked two moments or three
Then we hugged and each went on our way,
and I thought how easily our romance,
we dreamed would last forever and a day,
became a passing meeting by chance.
by Jackson Wood |
Categories:
take a long hard look
before i become the history
in your history book
it is full of irony
you have ten minutes
before i become inebriated
and my head falls to pieces
you should have just waited
slowly i feel alive
your fingers circling mine
i'd love to survive
im getting closer over time
even when the snow falls gently
i cant remove it fast enough
you whisper breathlessly
i feel an avalanche
by Roof Missing |
Categories:
emotions, humor, irony, life, love,
Now if I shoot at you with live ammo that's personal,
Words just don't hack it, most thoughts too bizarre
To attribute to anything short of dementia,
With colors that dribble, fake tears! Spayed guitar!
Sounds so high strung with guts, from such different cats,
Tones all bounce off life’s rails more like temper’s distemper.
What cue ball can't sink are your colors to choose,
But consider largesse to be caveat emptor.
The precision you see here's designed to confuse you,
For order is something most men can't abide,
But the devil take foremost, ‘who’s first,’ most deserving
A cinch that there's nothing to trump – more than pride!
Long Tooth
June 2nd in 2019
by Terry Ireland |
Categories:
age, humor, irony, life,
Oh, you can’t have sex after seventy
Your children just wouldn’t approve
And if your neighbours found out
You’d probably have to move
No, you can’t have sex after seventy
You’ve got to be young and fit
And every succeding generation
All seem think they invented it.
You just can’t have sex after seventy
Though it’s not quite against the law
You should be watching the tele
Or maybe doing the odd jigsaw
No, you can’t have sex after seventy
If you get such an unnatural urge
Drink some hot Epsom Salts
And give your bowels a purge.
You just can’t make love after seventy
Just accept it with good grace
No you can’t have sex after seventy
And wipe that smirk off your face
by Gershon Wolf |
Categories:
irony, language, leadership, satire, word play,
Angel Deaths
A dark dawn
Still more illegals cross the border
~ They've 'done nothing wrong'
Peace and Love
Olive Branch, in mouth of Dove
In corpore sano, mens sana*
~ 'Recreational' Marijuana?
Build Back Strong!
Build Back Mighty!
Billions plucked for
~ Day Care 'Infrastructure'
O, such beating of chests
Such thumping of fists
Anxious, we await
~ Euphemism's next twist
____________________________
*Latin expression: 'In a healthy
body, a healthy mind.'
~ Euphemism's next twist
by Cathrine Legabe |
Categories:
black love, conflict, for him, irony, joy, life, tribute,
Met the love of my life
Walked away after 2 years
Remained single all my life
And so did He
by Bobby May |
Categories:
irony,
A man with a rich heart is filled with wealth
A man with a rich pocket has no wealth
He with love has a soul at peace
He without love has no peace
Steal from me you are only stealing from yourself
Kill me and you kill a part of yourself
Love me and you love yourself
For we are all one in many bodies just separated here on earth
by Anne-Lise Andresen |
Categories:
good morning, irony,
The moment I opened my eyes
What a wonderful morning ...
Starting the day and find your heart intact in love is a great emotion
What more could I ask for, a bliss at its best ...
Forget all your worries and sorrows of yesterday
Stand up and wipe your sleepy eyes
Here is the simple truth ... mornings "sucks"
Good morning sunshine
Is the coffee ready?
01.03.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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