by Victor Buhagiar |
In the sunken garden of love,
Pure water is conserved.
For-get-me-nots grow from above.
Fragrant roses are served.
Love will make our scent sing,
Birds fly and thrill with zing,
I feel i am a king.
Time up says the warden,
In the sunken garden.
by Susan Ashley |
death, emotions, grief, heartbreak, loss, sad love,
I beseech the shards of my shattered self,
as recollections collect with a jagged edge,
for a softened reflection of a dream in smithereens
to sheath this sunken cheeked shadow
lost in the mirrored fragments
of hollow-eyed tears.
February 12, 2019
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by Phyllis Babcock |
lost love, relationship,
He speaks of sunken treasure
Draws maps to fortunes you may find
He writes it boldly as to where it may lie
Taking pleasures in his masculine pride
A gentleman cultivated in artistry
Loving lavishly he knowingly struts
Boosting his flirtatious ego
His moves, planned, calculated
To arise primal pumping blood
Eyes that manipulate and conspire
Until your dreams become endless desire
He breathes a burning fire
Embers embedded within
Unsuspected your caught within his grasp
Words uttered to ensnare
He persuades you in a game of trust
Leads you into passion and lust
Making you believe in sunken treasures
thanks to PD for the inspiration to write this poem.
by Sara Wernick |
dark, deep, depression, desire,
Oh my dear, I do see your silhouette;
Sad as it seems your tears steadily drip,
crashing to the floor but oh so quiet.
My love, I do fret I cannot quite rip this
puppeteer of pure pain behind your eyes.
“Come closer my love,” but she stood quite still.
Though the tears become puddles as she cries,
the dark fears cannot break desire’s will.
Oh how her shadow now fades glowingly,
broken promises pry pleasure from pain.
She smiles finally and, knowingly
in her eyes no more tears; her sky no rain,
for she’s found solace in realizing
the grace of having a heart still beating.
by David Paquin |
friendship, life, love, mirror, universe,
Weaving the fabric of a sunken universe
Gliding the winds of a bottomless curse
Little spider, hanging in my head
Free of the wings that really are chains
Forging a mirror that never shatters
A mirror that does not exist
Little spider, aching in my head
Blind and deaf, drowned in ecstacy
Crawling in the pain of bliss
Seeking the sweets of sickness
Little spider, dying in my head
Torn from itself, immune to embrace
"At least, be humane", so that's what they said
Hold on to your pain, for it is your cocaine
Little spider, growing in my head
Here is the world, cradle of the dead
by Robert Gruhn |
poetry, wisdom, word play, writing,
Rowing from sunken hell
Back to forgotten lands
Legs unready for earth
Slamming genius poetic art
So go tiny minds
Lost in central thought
Unaware of truth's reality
Making love to mirror
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
by Charlene McCutcheon |
beach, childhood, family, grandfather, joy, love, ocean,
In his damp, snail smelly, back yard, water boiled in a vat.
"Hurry honey", said Grandpa, "the tide has just gone out".
In my six year old mind, we were in for a "great big treat".
Willingly, I'd fill my bucket full with sand crabs we'd all eat.
Overcast dark sky and dank fishy cold wind didn't dampen
spirits while scanning wet sand for holes that were sunken.
Intently digging, then oh so thrilled, I yelled,"I found one!"
Clunk! Into my little tin sand bucket it fell; one prize won.
Sadly looking, seagulls mocking, I'd managed only eight.
Grandpa smiled, dumped them in the vat with, "GREAT"!
by Red Fiery |
will tell you,,why I dont sleep
but this will only make me weep
the sunken pride of my eyes
all the dreams that I visualize,,
in my naked heart !
the engine over here doesnt start !
i creep and crawl in the staircase
and think of my pure golden days
i am a patient of this incurable disease
sucking my blood like a deadly leech
with this heavy and powerful Tryptomer 25gm
I am still awake till 5.00 am !
No longer do I pray for the sunlight !
i love to walk in the moonlight !………..
by Red Fiery |
depression, winter, love, winter,
It never rained ,they were my tears;
the sunken secrets
behind my dazzling deep eyes !
It was winter and we were lovers
its winter again and my love is frozen
my heart is hoarse and insane,
A ruined love song rings through my ears.
accursed emotions breaking into tears
my lips are bleeding with your kisses
a venomous love releases
a sad winter's tale :(
Red @ 2012 3.30 am singapore...
by Matt Caliri |
Sunken in green
"Yawk!" "Yawk!" the cawing sounds.
Trunks, branches, twigs slope
and bend upward, as we bend towards each other,
Our common causes, showering out of us,
Drenched in the noise of the wood.
I'm returning to you now.
by Malyasree Biswas |
lost love, betrayal, time,
Words swam before my eyes
You never returned my calls or answered Why,
Thought of all the promises that have turned to be lies
Didn’t get time to say our byes
No matter my hurt, didn’t want you to hear my cries
The sunken cheeks, teary eyes and the sighs
Are all signs of how deep the wounds lie
Even in my dreams never would I have seen your vice
When friends have turned out to be spies
There is little they deserve than utter despise
Your betrayal caused my trust and faith to slowly die
The scars you inflicted will heal as time flies
Try as I might to console my mind
The empty nest reminds me of the greatest folly of my life.
by Jack Ellison |
Been searching high, been searching low
For a gal I could spend my life with
Found one but she's got a pimply bum
And real bad breath, take a whiff!
She's no dreamboat, sunken ship perhaps
She walks with a limp and she stutters
I've just got no luck, in a quandary I'm stuck
Soon be old and decrepit, and I mutter
Maybe it's me that might be the problem
No Adonis though at one time I thought so
Just coz I dribble and spit in the street
Down inside I'm really quite sweet though!
Surely there's a chance that I'll find her soon
They say there's a mate for all lovers
I'm sure she's out there, a gal I'd be proud of
Not one that has wings and can hover!
© Jack Ellison 2012
by Millard Lowe |
analogy, fire, heart, imagery, love, metaphor, smile,
Where a fire once burned
nothing is left but spiraling smoke
and charred memories fading
with the waning of the frighten heat
chasing after the thinning smoke.
The singed lips of my heart---blistered
with the watered pain of lost love
feverously struggle to utter the asinine
Knowing very well the fool’s answer:
If you play with fire, you’ll get burned!
Shivering from the dept I have sunken---
diving into the black hole of mind, I search
the darkness of vanity to forgive myself
for failing to gather the kindling.
by michael amitin |
allegory, conflict, corruption, heartbroken, love,
her hand cold with the death of romance
we watched it erode like a mountain chipped away by cheap winds
but still the flowers roll out, the cards keep coming
the quick peck kisses and morning goodbyes
the syringe shooting shared history into nostalgic veins
as dark radio rains throw branches against our chopin windowpanes
forever stuck in this merry mad dog affair
nightfall- sleep cascades death valley summer selling brooklyn bridge coffins that could fill mystery oceans in the space that lay between us
in this long forgotten sunken ship bed
by Debra Squyres |
I want to stroll with you
along the twisting paths where the
canopy of limbs bare shade
Hands held softly
I want to sit with you
under the old cypress tree where the
limb bends a sunken seat
Hands held tenderly
I want to talk with you
of our souls melding force where the
breeze only hears our voice
Hands held confidently
I want to dance with you
in the eve of our days where the
golden years sashay by
Hands held joyfully
And so I dream…….of you
By: Debra Squyres 3/8/2012
by Melanie Tan |
Is just a start...
Trust of yolk has been taken away,
All hypes and vibes been shaken astray,
The emptiness of hate still won't go away,
Sunken cries goes on with betray.
Shattered heart oh shattered heart!
Thou your pieces is still at bay,
But mighty Healer,the great dart,
Will wash away the pain at hay!
Pain at start,
Rejoice at last...
by Brian Faulkner |
In every country and city
There are those who dwell in self-pity,
Wailing and moaning, railing and groaning,
And hoping that someone sees
Their senseless miseries.
I tell them,
Step off from the sad and the bad,
Step back from the sunken gloom;
Let nothing defeat your dream,
You're better than you seem.
Give Joy a chance to dance,
Give Love a new romance,
But mostly give to you
The strength to see things through.
Don't depend on another,
Be your own great big brother;
Stand up, stand unafraid,
And you will make the grade.
For when self-pity dies
by Bozhidar Pangelov |
I do not expect you.
And the streets are rocking like slow guards.
I do not expect you.
The thought is sufficient. And long one …
For a Sunday.
by Phoenix Szentesi |
cute love, funny love, love,
One beautiful night you were standing there
On the other side of the dark pathway
I started to go over do I dare?
I try to think of words to maybe say
The moonlight makes your black hair look frozen
Wait no! What type of shocking line is that?
With the lack of light your eyes look sunken
I should just go and slink off as a cat!
He turned his head finding my nervous gaze
Gave me a smile I could barely see
Making my silly heartbeat start to raise
I returned his smile to show my glee
He said would it be wrong my little white dove
If I said trust me baby this is love
by Patrick Utitufon |
On her rosy cheeks
they jiggle gently, and tend to
unmask the veiled serendipity
in her adamant heart...
While her puzzled mind
readily betrays the grimace
her blackrimmed eyes,
lustrous like twin stars had faked.
Deeper they wriggle on both sides
and blend into her sunken hollow
as her head sways
as if to rekindle the expressions
on her delicate face.
by Red Fiery |
deep, destiny, emotions, fantasy,
How do I love thee?
For my hands are blood splattered
My scars are deeply battered
How do I love thee?
With sunken tears in my eyes,
the Unrequited love- lost in paradise.
How do I love thee ?
for my lips are intoxicated with desire
lust has fed my soul with fire
how do I love thee ?
when there is no love in my heart
candid emotions expressed through my art
How do I love thee?
by Kai Michael Neumann |
Intrigued by the beauty of bewildering sorrow
Never far away from their own contradictions
Nebulous ghosts sound a fog horn of doubt
Encased in confabulation the truth lies raw
Revered by transgressions and translucent pain
Nirvana beckons at the core of sunken Atlantis
Equates archetypal enigmas plying for due fare
Mother Gaia unveils blindfolds of honesty
Essential tears dissolve trances of transience
Serenity shouts for decision virtue and love
Intimate foes take the battle to interior shores
Sisyphus ties his buoy to an anchour of hope
02 February 2020
by Joe Geraci |
angst, life, love,
where shadows devour twilight
there are wild beasts at play
they dwell in their aphotic world
and we are two of the same
Your eyes, their amber burn
with embers heavy like the stars
bear weight to rest upon my feeble heart
what a burden
and what a burden
to have a taste
for it to be ripped away like the light of day
while by natures chords
the sky is spun like a cosmic gyre
your allure emanates pain like a wild fire
your cries howl the night
your hide as black as it's affliction
our dark sunken minds
we are wild beasts at play
by Unseeking Seeker |
abuse, bullying, freedom, joy,
Why trauma bond with sunken souls
Wish them love and move on
Fiendish are ways of lowly ghouls
Why be object of scorn
We must love ourselves first
In freedom, unrehearsed
Joyous, in a bliss burst
Frog in a pond
Why trauma bond
by Prince Alexander |
break up, love,
There are in life some rare moments, which make the living worth it's price,
When talk is done directly by two pairs, two pairs in each other sunken eyes.