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dark, grief, loss, metaphor, passion, rain, sorrow,
the night’s rainstorm
lashing an impoverished psyche
wandering lost with loss
‘neath weeping eaves in murky minded alleyways
without an umbrella.
July 29, 2019
~ First Place ~
Contest: One Sentence Metaphor In Free Verse
Sponsor: Jesse Rowe
Gregory R Barden
grief, imagery, loss, love, metaphor, water,
I wrap the darkness 'round me like a quilt
As questions bay like hounds at my belief
And tho' the tears are poison, dearly spilt
Those e'er still waters ripple with my grief
While love is lost to time, the coldest thief.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Writing Prompt- English Quintain Imagery" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart, Judge & Sponsor.
abuse, age, art, business, career, change, class, color, computer, conflict, death, depression, devotion, flower, green, happiness, introspection, irony, jobs, language, loneliness, lonely, longing, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, political, poverty, self, simile, slavery, social, society, spiritual, stress, technology, time, today, together, truth, urban, visionary, wisdom, work, world,
The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes. Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.
‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’
death, flower, lost love, metaphor, red, rose, sad love,
Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.
Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.
Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.
Written by Kelly Deschler October 23rd, 2014
courage, dark, death, dedication, depression, devotion, dream, faith, happiness, jesus, life, love, metaphor, nature, pain, sad,
She is the muse to her own sorrow;
She is the digger of her grave.
She is the painter of her ocean view
and every fatal wave.
She is the shadow of her Father;
She is the darkness in your sight.
She is the night without the stars
surrounding pale moonlight.
She is the music with no words;
She is sweet love without the reason.
She is your dreamer with submission
cold by warmth with every season.
She is your pet with cold intentions;
She is your baby scared and shaken.
She is the bold and pure- the lost and found,
She is a soul awakened.
anger, angst, anxiety, confusion, crazy, creation, deep, depression, devotion, drink, emotions, fear, feelings, freedom, goodbye, grief, health, hip hop, how i feel, imagery, journey, loneliness, me, meaningful, mental illness, metaphor, poems, poetry, psychological, rap, recovery from, scary, senses, today,
Impulsive or compulsive
Either way it's not conducive
Living with this disorder
Can't be good for my liver
Obsessions, when do they stop?
Compulsions, when do I stop?
Let me illustrate and reiterate
My demons make me infuriated
To the point, man, I really want to escape this
Live everyday like your last?
These hours go by fast
Trying to obliterate every ounce of the past
Always with the imagery and self coping insanity
That broke me and continues to break me.
Another day, no not another day
I just got out, please let me stay away.
Once again befalls the night,
The birth of dark; the death of light.
The shroud that veils the light of day,
Of silk and lace does lightly lay.
And so the mourners straggle on
Each waiting for a coming dawn;
Yet this is not a common night--
T is the birth of dark...
And the death of light!
death, life, metaphor, water,
The footpath to eternity
Crosses our sea of time
Horizon of mortality,
Where in Heaven sublime,
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Memento of Waters ~ Visual #1
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Syllables Checked: 8,6,2,8,6,2
abuse, angst, bereavement, giving, metaphor, money, philosophy,
The welfare poem is not for you
and not enough for anyone.
The welfare poem is very small
and not just given to everyone.
It's not enough to read for long.
It's just a little short.
It's not paid much attention to
and not the longing sort.
With thanks there's those who'll get it.
Those of who deserve it.
It's just some stolen words,
though I would soon forget it.
It's filled with much disgrace.
Those wary as they read.
It may be meant for you
if you accept the need.
I hope you have enjoyed it.
I'll cut you off for now.
But if you want more later
just beg there's more somehow.
christian, death, goodbye, love, metaphor, religious, symbolism,
Scattered on the ground,
Out of their element.
Deprived of its origin.
Clarity no longer visible.
In the purest snow,
Frozen to the core.
Stripped away so rash.
Trampled into dust.
Stolen without knowledge.
Endless death fighting to prevail.
death, emotions, fear, forgiveness, freedom, lost love, metaphor, sorry, voice,
Many voices from the past,
Always echoing in my head,
How long can it last,
I thought you were dead.
You always tell me what to do,
So I don't make a mistake,
Somehow you always knew,
How many I could make.
Because once I hurt you,
And you'll never let me forget,
But what can I do,
You're not quite dead yet.
Why won't you leave me alone,
Will you never forgive me,
I wish I could atone,
Please, just let me be.
The hollow echo of your voice,
Will linger on forever,
You've given me no choice,
It'll never stop, ever.
The sound of you used to make me smile,
But now it tortures me,
I will always be in denial,
So an end I'll never see.
death, metaphor, military, war, world,
Paddling through a river you made.
Rowing to your success & fame.
Paddle through the blood,
The blood of your countries sons.
Watching your people try to swim.
As they fill the river to it's brim.
Watch them create the river you row through,
Rowing through all their blood.
Planting your countries flag into a generation.
As you land at your destination.
Plant the metal pole through the shriveled corpses,
The corpses of a dead generation.
Hearing the mothers' cries.
As they stare at all their sons' lives.
Hear the tormented wails of agony,
Agony caused by your greed.
allegory, death of a friend, goodbye, grief, imagery, love, metaphor,
In graveyard dreams
tombstones are etched
with fading memories
Only plastic flowers
are forever—apart from
my undying love…
Farewell, mon amie...
abuse, addiction, allegory, death, funny, metaphor, water,
The river dragon of crimson streams
Swiftly swimming to bring my end
As I’m standing alone at the silent shore
The beast from this murk suddenly ascends.
Gripping my face in her flawless jaws
The teeth latched efficiently into flesh
Pulling me quickly into the depths
Dragging me into the shallow grave.
Surrounded in filth, drowning in the banks
The apex predator’s grip never relenting
All I can do is break, bleed and decompose
Hoping for some relief in the pending death.
I find some comfort in this prolonged pain,
Because I haven’t felt a thing in ages.
analogy, death, life, metaphor, philosophy, sad, symbolism,
Raven Blue twilight,
Formless shadows lurk.
cancer, death, deep, depression, flower, loss, love, metaphor,
there she lay
planted beneath the soft, brittle earth
I remember picking you
no roses or tulips
I was the gardener—
what now shall I water
I cry in hopes my tears
will make you sprout
come out of your flowerbed
white and pure
yellow and cheery
green and new
I knew you were wilting
I saw you lose your petals
your eyes lost their vibrant glow
small and feeble
easily carried by the wind
you died within my gloves
now you are back where you began
the dark, eerie ground
but this time
you won’t grow
N. de Jager
grief, hair, history, memory, metaphor, nature, slavery,
Dear Southern Gals
Savannah - oh honey
You beautiful Belle
Your locks long and loose
And silver as well
Of suffering of pain
Of tears you have wept
Long rivers of rain
Georgia - oh honey
You dear southern Belle
Your story is cruel
And shameful as well
Your tresses have witnessed
In somber green gray
The heartbreak the pain
The ship of that day
Oh Savannah oh Georgia
You dear Southern Belles
We hear you forever
Plead guilty as well
Now savour your beauty
The new dawn can’t wait
Start combing your hair
It’s time for a braid
Nicole de Jager April 2018
Jerry T Curtis
analogy, celebration, christmas, eulogy, metaphor, satire, symbolism,
In a little public park
In the little town of Small
There's a little village square
Large enough to hold them all
And they meet there once each year
As they make their little plans
To take a little bit of time ,
And do as little as they can
So they'll give it little thought
And then say a little prayer
Soon, in a little while
Very little of them cared
Then they give a little greeting
Unwrap a little gift
And do a little eating
To receive a little lift
When they feel a little better
Lying in their little beds
They'll be dreaming very little
In their very little heads
death, depression, heartbreak, hurt, i miss you, metaphor, miss you,
Monsters may not want blood,
and they may not have claws,
nor the mandible, drooping—
the smiling jaws;
without scales or hair,
even growling, I dare
say that monsters may lurk
deep inside you.
Still, without teeth
they may gnaw at your soul;
without mouths, they may take you
and swallow you whole,
or leave you in tact
save a broadening hole
that pulls you inside
and reminds you.
allegory, death, heaven, imagery, metaphor, spiritual, symbolism,
Release comes with death.
The mortal host is no more.
A faint and sad cackle is heard,
As all illusions come to an end.
The bare body lies in a stiff repose.
What once was, is now no more.
Tears are shed in a mortal milieu,
As the soul begins its ascension.
The flowers in decoration serve
As a human memory of the past.
Tender emotions now permeate the air,
As the flowers’ sweet smell is realized.
The moon shines bright in the dark sky,
As the soul now meets its cosmic destiny.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
March 30, 2018 (Lyric)
M. L. Kiser
body, death, freedom, image, metaphor, snow, spiritual,
Watching a snow flake
Melting on my hand I see
That of human souls freed from
The hindrance of mortal flesh
death, father, metaphor, sad,
Stones stand erect like sentries keeping guard
as I walk alone, with tear in my eye,
through this deserted cemetery yard.
In the back corner stands my father’s grave;
I sadly reminisce the days gone by,
and all the memories my mind does save.
Robbed by old age, my father’s mind was shut;
upper tree branches left to question why.
Strong and sturdy the lower branches, but
barren branches of a willow tree die.
June 11, 2018
Contest: Rhyme Time 4 - 10 Lines
Sponsor: Laura Loo
Gregory R Barden
appreciation, death, metaphor, ocean, universe,
Brumal mist ...
Crawls o'er the spindrift
White hats and bobbing buoys
Nod to me in affirmation ...
Oh, Calypso ...
So calculable and sure
Stir me as the sand, soft
Gather me to the briny abysm ...
Deep, dark and close ...
Reticent and cosmos cold
Made sustenance for creation
With Terra, forever federated ...
But for the edacious
Ocean of suns, heavenward
Aliment for an infinite expanse ...
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Special 5, Any form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
cute, december, grave, irony, light, magic, metaphor,
Small green weeds,
with little seed pots,
that stick to your socks.
They travel with you,
to the next place,
that God wants them to go.
Not all things are useful,
but some are to be used.
This is an explanation,
regarding green things.
They are the first,
to break through the snow.
Dandelions... don't you know.
One of many,
sticking up through
rocks, new vines.
hungry for spring...
and the newness of life.
his Presence in everything!
The very large, the incredibly small,
His Hand is upon it all.
You and me,
weeds set free...
living just to see,
Peter Lewis Holmes
fun, poetry, satire,
Oh I am a little metaphor
I love to play a word,
today I am a fortress on
Tuesday I’m a bird
On Wednesday I’m a simile
cos I’m like a train, storming
into history,to play this wordy game
On Thursday’s I push the boat out,
ploughing through the waves, then
Fridays I’m like a scimitar, slicing
through the raves
And if you catch me weekend, I
won’t hold a grudge, just take me
as you find me, wink, wink,
nudge, nudge, nudge.