absence, beautiful, lonely, longing, lost love, sad,
by Nina Parmenter |
If moonbeams’ fickle shadow-plays collude
with tousled sheets to take the shape of you,
And silent sighing pillow-tops exude
your scent, how do I see the night-time through?
If longing breezes rat-tat on my glass,
Curled soft into the likeness of your hand,
And floorboards moan, as if to feel you pass,
How can I wake each day? How can I stand?
If crowds contrive to conjure up your face,
And, mesmerised by yearning, I collide
with echoes of your breath at every pace,
How can I walk? How can I step outside?
And yet, because you built this purgatory,
Its walls are strangely beautiful to me.
31 December 18
For Beautiful Sadness Contest
Hosted by John Hamilton
by Robert Lindley |
anxiety, dark, emotions, fate, grief, pain, sorrow,
Hope, A Little Remained
She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt the desperate pains, that lost love sends in aching waves,
praying her sleeping infant does not wake and cry out from its feverish thirst.
He paced the cold cell, languishing in deep misery, heart shattered,
each step an eternity echoing curses, a testament to his broken pride.
Although thousands of miles apart, he felt her loss, never-ending sorrows,
dawn would come, priest would take his last confession, yet Hope remained.
For Silent One's, eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.
by Gershon Wolf |
america, conflict, history, violence,
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat
sounds of war, tattered fife, ragged drum
In feathered cap, Yankee Doodle went to town
where he met a clever man named Madison
Wrote up a constitution, though not for everyone
rights for whites -- but not for blacks or browns...
Now it's 2 1/2 strife-torn centuries later
some love the USA; others hate her
Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat, Rat-a-tat-tat
so many promises ~ fallen flat
Machine-gun fire nightly in 'most every city
'Twas it all for naught ~ 'twould be a pity
by Kim Merryman |
The mouse in our house is a rat,
I'm now quite certain of that.
It's not little and cute,
It's long and uncouth.
Can't wait til I hear it go splat!
(An apology to all animal lovers. I really do not
want to kill it. I love animals too. I just want the
germy rodent out of my house, and I want him to
For Andrea's "Show Me the Funny Part II" contest
by Steven Siegel |
life, love, life, me,
My Love, My life
My life have been without any feelings or love
I felt like I might go fade away in some place
My life felt tangled as if stuck in a mangrove
With no way of getting the hell out the rat-race.
She would at last make me feel complete to my soul
Just maybe we were both prime and ready to be caught
We both met for me be strong enough and to able hold
I’m bit of heaven when I’m in her arms at night
Lose all track of time but who is counting anyways
When we are in each others arms on weekend-nights.
Sally has brought joys into my life; into my ways
The day we were married she set free the doves,
I knew I’d be with you till I die my dear love…
Steve L. Siegel
January 23, 2013
by Milton Manyass |
And here we are, on this field
Full of wealth and want...
Hawking love and loans like lollies,
Goodies of globalization entice the gullible ones,
Profits blossom [only] in well-made markets,
Global indoctrination indiscriminate and insurmountable,
Only the fit survive this global rat race
When we feed the vulgar mouth of capitalism
by nicholas windle |
death, faith, inspirational, love, nature, philosophy, sea
Oh mighty sun you rise once more,
Bringing forth a brand new day.
A shimmering causeway of golden ray’s,
To another world now seems not far away.
My bones grow weary for on the beach I sit,
Before an out stretched sea.
Caporal thoughts of the conscious mind,
Start to fade now on the breeze.
Lift me like the seagull soars,
For now ecstasy consumes the soul.
Just the calling waves now answer,
For here will I make my home?
All earthly bonds and shackle,
The rat race now has been run.
Now in the bosom of sweet nature,
For with you Im now at one.
© N Windle 2009
by RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY |
Love grew between the girl and a fat rat
They married she bore a calico cat
World laughed at them
What a great shame
Calico chased her father rat a tat
by Keeley Green |
confusion, depression, health, inspirational, life, philosophy, recovery from..., sympathy, teen
Lets go spit smoke from between our worn lips
wouldnt it be fun to rott our lungs together?
feel the rat poison, the cancerious **** buring our throughts?
how about the smell of that delicious nicotine?
isnt it delightful how we can ruin our lives?
so nice we can kill our selves this way
slowley? painfully? sinfully?
oh! and i love how everyone hates us now
but its okay cuz we have these emphizema on a sticks
we dont need anyone else, everyone else is just too smart..
oh and the best part, we cant live without it now.
ahh, great life huh?
*=changed because you cant put profanity on here..sadly.
by John Rhinem |
hope, life, love,
Welcome to the fallout and collateral damage everywhere, you turn!?
But no ones going to admit it nor shall they take the blame; Actually
The rat race is on; chasing down this piece of abominations pink cheese
***********; legislation, science, sin and sacrifice; balancing budgets....
....“';'n Gods We Trust?!”
by orphani ..........o |
Last of the dying season
I love you most of all
In the absence of
Your fat brothers and
Though they were exalted
IN the suns decadent reasoning
They are gone
I love your hope
Clinging alone to the grey black
Final branches of a mothers love
I love your distorted imperfection
Never being and
You were never to be mine
You hold alone
In the too chill of nights frost
In the tall cold of New England
The young are fed the dying rat
and the great owl
disturbs the silence
by Joy Wellington |
lost love, recovery from..., slam,
How dare you proclaim sanctimonious innocence
Innocent you may be as the cheese house rat
Evidence in the stench of your unrighteous fat
Try to paint a picture with your vain empty words
Man looketh on your outward pretence appearance
God knoweth the hidden secrets of your vile heart
How can there be forgiveness for no repentance
I cannot look past your self-contained righteousness
Nor dare I hope you will see your selfimposed perfection
I held you up high on a I-so-esteem you pedelstal
Boy did you give me a sudden unexpected love drop
I feel the cold air of your indifference wisp past my heart
by Sabina Nicole |
life, political, sad, social,
Rat race, rat race,
All going to the same place,
Move faster and pay no mind,
Their games keep mankind blind,
Another number for the rich,
Someday when were in their ditch,
Gave them away for ravenous appetites,
Illusions and delusions
I pled guilty to sinister pollution,
As humanity goes numb
Rat race, rat race,
Full of pride
Morality has died,
With arms open wide
America the Great
Like prey, they just wait
Bow down to your money
Make love to your greed
While you feed your need
Vampires now lead.
By: Sabina Nicole
by Peter Lewis Holmes |
anger, humanity, humor, drug,
You’re such a nasty bugger,
You slumming, scheming lout,
No conscience or misgiving,
No arguing about!
And when next time I see you,
Sucking on the poor, I’ll give to
You no quarter, you shameless
To you people are just profits,
You stinking rotten rat,
I’d love to squash your laurels
With my old ash cricket bat!
Drugs are for the sick, not
For pockets to be lined,
To be in this type of business,
You really must be kind
So take your profit margins
And income streams and like,
And point yourself at nearest cliff
While tied on to your bike
by Mick Talbot |
all live onomatopoeia of the night
howling, mewing, twit twooing, screeching, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of war
banging, booming, rat tat tat tating, screaming, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of woodland
tapping, flapping, singing, rustling, cawing, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of farmland
bleating, mooing, barking, honking, nighing, onomatopoeia
all live onomatopoeia of love making
sighing, sighing, sighing, sighing, Y E S, onomatopoeia!
by KISHAN NEGI |
Adore each other
couple tie the knot
Will you marry me
tremendous flash of lightning
popping the question
Dating someone else
cheated on one's life partner
exists a love rat
(By Kishan Negi)
by Amy Rose |
courage, dark, depression, faith, god, grief, growing up, hope, inspirational, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, pain, people, places, recovery from..., sad, sorrow, sorry, stress, teen, woman, women, clothes,
Knows my real name
Is what I go by
I am freezing cold
I don’t have money
Just, the clothes on my back
I am a walking wardrobe
I am lonely
I smell like crap
I am starving hungry
I can’t find any shelter
My clothes are drenched
I look like a drowned rat!
Is classed normal
I will survive
To wake up
All over, again!
“Protect me tonight
As,I lay my head to rest”
“I love you, dear God”
by Janis Thompson |
Once I Wished I Was Your Cat
Once I wished I was your cat.
Then I could sit upon your lap.
Lie beside you as you nap.
Crawl and hide beneath your cap
as you give my hind a pat.
Feel your stroke upon my back.
Curl up softly on a mat.
Watch in wonder as we sat.
Have a love as nice as that.
But I now know, you are a rat.
by OJOBO EMMANUEL |
QUARRY OF MINDS
A college full of seasoned eminence
A home once taken as a place of negligence
But now she is favored in greatness
A college that is now loved and people nourish
And always and will it flourish
Your fragrance it’s lilies of bravado
It ooze me off to a whole Eldorado
You once house those of graceful mind
Who achieved and are still even in their prime
Confident are they and always want to set pace
They were learned and escape the rat race
Once shy now are they men with the right face
What can I say than write it out in hypo state?
It is your love and it is your COLLEGE
by Ashlyn Rivers |
Like a cat, on a mat, that's fat, it's black, she sat on a mat, that black fat cat. I know that black fat cat would wear a hat, it's eats a rat. Meat on my feet! That Fat Black Cat!
Hope you guys enjoyed another one of my poems!
Love Ya?? ~Poet Queen Lizzie
by Vinnie conforti |
I love my cat;
She’s cute and fat.
I named her Kitty
Because she was pretty.
One day, Kitty brought me a rat
Because she wanted a nice pat.
She left to the city,
But then felt pity.
Kitty came back with a hat;
I looked at her and she laid there and sat.
She licked my hand, which felt gritty;
I still love my Kitty, even though she’s witty.
by Ba'tunde O Ajayi |
lost lovehome, home, me, i love you, , sweet love,
Come on home babe
Come, come back baby
Come back my sweet love
Come, the home is for you
Come, to stay in my heart.
Come and dwell in forever
Come now, don't make me cry,
Come and wipe the tears, save me now,
Come and go shine your light
Come, in your smile I found my life.
Come back home,
Come, my only love, I'm sick of weeping
Come, my Cat and Rat reminisces your sexy hugs,
Come love, my mouse and mouse misses you,
Come back, without you I'd die tomorrow.
Come back for real,
Come 'cause I love you now and then forever
Come back home, without you
Come back into my life my sleepless nights
Come back mounts like mount Everest,
Come back my one and only love.
by Jeremy Street |
No matter how we try to create or imagine
Some sort of utopia within this pathetic world ?
Welcome to another day I heard the bleeping fool say
As they sailed away atop their tactical tortoise tombstone ships....
Ichneumonflies his mete's lap dog larvae enterprise; epileptic metempsychosis.
by Edward Clapham |
happiness, hope, imagery, love, romantic,
The Piper at the gates of dawn held dear Rat in thrall,
Distant notes touching his inner being, his soul;
Beckoning him to come, come to me and pay your
Dues at my feet. So your messages sing to me
Their song of hope; each word invitation to dreams
Of rekindled love, meanings the children of desperation
To be in your presence once more, supplicant to love,
Imagination building castles of candyfloss truth.
The Piper washed clean Rat’s memories, that awe
Did not dull his vision and pleasure of the world;
Nor loss bring despair and yearning.
But I have no Piper to give me a kinder fate,
Nor soothe my fears that all is fantasy; only
The memory of your past farewell.
by kash poet |
Waking up early morning daily and join life's rat race,
wish I could sleep a little more in your embrace.