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death, faith, imagination, lost love, love, nature, on writing and words, philosophy, sea, seasons, song-time,
Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....
death, imagination, on writing and words,
It was “Death” you drew.
You rolled that slip of paper
between your fingers
thin as onionskin,
and dropped it in your pocket.
did you wish to spare
us? You fluttered fingers
over the basket, and drew out
a subject we must address
before we meet again.
How many great poems
have been penned on Death?
How many on a
allegory, allusion, death, introspection, life, retirement, words,
So words become; the order of the day
and order of the day becomes
the soldiered meaning of all work and play,
the ever present, beating drums.
Then words become; the lure of the lie
and liars lure every son
with shadows of gold 'til they all but die,
to retire, to be, to be done.
And then, once again; the words become
the order of every day
to sleep, to awake, to be dead and done,
'til all words fly, ever away.
beautiful, celebration, death, future, hip hop, words,
Draped and locked like a curtain in Guantanamo
I use my words to peel scalps like Geronimo
Just like a teen girl my mouth has a heavy flow
If arousal luminesces then I'll make you glow
They're calling me a villain cuz I steal girls like Bowser
Wowzer, think I just filled my trousers
Though unlike the lizard I don't lose them to Italians
Cuz after one night girls confuse me for a stallion
Heart of obsidian inlaid with gold
A tongue of adamantium that stays so cold
My life is a story that's never been told
And I'm hoping that the credits roll before I get old
adventure, art, confusion, daughter, dedication, devotion, fantasy, funny, growing up, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love, mystery, nature, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, peace, romance, social, sympathy, teen, thank you, time, travel, tribute, uplifting, visionary, words,
Extraordinary, I am
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding the gift I shouldn't fought
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
The food of my soul
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart
dark, death, sad,
Derelict tombstones lying at death’s door.
Contest: Six words Sponsor: John Lawless
Ernesto P. Santiago
death, love, on work and working, on writing and words, people, sad, sympathy,
Up into the sky
like an Angel
at Soupland, watching him as he soared
like an Angel;
a strong love he had, sharing it till the end, yet
could not resist the resounding call
and he left,
Leaving us his poetry, for
when great storms come in, his laughter
will dry our tears like rain.
for Tom Bell, a great poet who taught us all--
to laugh and to smile…to learn… and to give.
dedication, grief, on writing and words, kiss, sensual,
Draw near in the dark of floating, misty dreams,
appear to me, my love, as you used to be,
from cold bitter death, leave your Paradise stream,
open the gate and drift silently to me,
and kiss me, kiss me, my love, within this dream.
Inspiration from the poem, Echo, it seems.
Christina Rossetti wrote of seclusion,
of dreams and lost love with sensual passion.
January 8, 2013
For the contest, Poetry About Poetry
caregiving, friendship, loss, sorry, sympathy, words,
expressed in words of endearment
A cheek stroking breeze on a hot Summer day
Cool of tile floor to walking bare feet
The squeeze of a hand.
A quick little hug
Tentative brushing the hair from your face
Following that with a tender embrace
Hoping you're hearing what I haven't said
and that it's some comfort to you instead
Trying to find words
in your moment of need
Is all I can think of to do
Maybe tomorrow I'll know what to say
I wish I could do it today
Louise Riveiro - Mitchell
death, life, lost love, love, sad, time, time,
My soul mate, my love, my friend
We had a bond that would never end
There was a time you belonged to only me
But that was a long time ago
And I foolishly set you free
Never telling you I loved you so
Never asking you not to go
I always hoped there would be another time
To once again feel your caress and your hand in mine
But that time will never be
The time has passed and all I have are memories
All those words I should have said come back now to haunt me
I never said I love you
But know there was never anyone but you
appreciation, cancer, death, mother,
You gave me life
In the end
I didn't lose
But gained you
adventure, allegory, death, education, fear, mystery, words, fire, fire,
Through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
Run away, set the pace
Live with your mind buried in the cries
So wrapped up in your warped lies
Nothing lives anymore; tomorrow everything dies
Slam the door and whisper their fate
Lie some more and open the gate,
The gateway to the hell you promised in frosted words of glorious hate
Lie to them, the ignorant FOOLS!
As they waste away...those useless tools
Slanderous words of false glory
They fail to see the underlying gory-
Deaths covered to hide the shame
That they lied to bring riches and fame
So through the fields of grace,
Set fire to the face
run away....and set, the pace
lost love, on writing and words
funeral, murder, spoken word,
Marc Antony's funeral oration
Masterpiece of shrewd persuasion
Igniting sundry Romans' fierce desire
To douse 'noble Brutus' life with fire
Ernesto P. Santiago
confusion, love, on writing and words, people, social, sympathy, sensual,
Wordings from the heart
That I’m trying to use
To cover this scented stationery
With my ball point scribbler, I’m proud
To match the sensual scent
Of your lovely and fiery lips
With crimson thoughts, but as I finally come
To end my writings, after so many pages
Hooked thrown into a silent bin
I begin to wonder if it’s better to recite
My love notes to you in person
For this way you would feel
Much, much better…
The bubbling rhythm
Of my heart
death, loss, on writing and words,
I know I may be kidding myself,
many see it as absurd.
But just because they think that way...
does it kill the written word?
Should I not write in rhyme,
Because it's no longer formal?
When did expression through the art of words,
become so strict and normal?
If the melody has died,
and the ancient bards subside...
then I shall mourn the loss of beauty,
that has receded into the tide.
We have come this far,
In this forever, here we are,
a speck of sand, a blink
vulnerable as we think
we are not a never,
nor are we a forever.
Time will claim the choice,
silence the loudest voice,
All the whispers ever heard
will go mute in deathly word.
Vision seeds go unplanted,
timbers fall warped and slanted.
Moments shiver and sieze
with the dying of the breeze.
We find our home inside
the womb of the natures bride
waiting to be reborn
left behind lovers mourn.
Finality is a fragile thought
some fear, some sought,
and it is my turn for goodbye.
Time comes and we all die.
For contest: my muse, mortal
death, loss, love, sad, words,
No words describe the pain
As tears fall you know,
This is only the beginning!
True heartbreak lies ahead
Tears roll endlessly,
A grown man on his knees
Broken by despair.
That sad reality that your not good enough
A question you already answered!
Looking back I regret…
I regret that first look when your eyes met mine…
You had my heart more then you could ever know!
As rage brews inside, still I have no hate for you,
But only for myself!
Knowing I couldn’t be what you needed…
I couldn’t fill that role!
So here I sit alone
As tears roll down my check,
I have no words to describe the pain!
addiction, age, anger, conflict, confusion, dark, death, depression, desire, emotions, for her, grief, heart, heartbroken, hero, hindi, how i feel, howl, jealousy, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, moon, moving on, natural disasters, nostalgia, pain, poems, sad, sad love, sin, sorrow, sorry, spoken word, stress, suicide, trust, truth, words, writing,
Jab Meri Bechaini Mit Jayegi
Jab Mere Dilko Sukoon Mil Jayega
Yeh Khaalipan Mit Jayega
Do Pal Ki Chandni Ke Liye
Aj Bhi Zinda Hoon Main
Meri Khaamoshi Ke Ageh Aasmaan Bhi Khatam Ho Jayega
Kehne Ke Liye Toh Roz Marta Hoon Main
Thoda Aur Marne Ke Liye
Yeh Deewana Kal Phir Ayega
adventure, angel, beautiful, business, childhood, death, education, fantasy, farewell, freedom, friendship, funeral, funny, growing up, happiness, happy, health, holiday, home, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, nostalgia, on writing and words, parody, passion, patriotic, peace, people, philosophy, slam, social, song, sorrow, sorry, spiritual, time, woman,
Globally, miners jubilantly jump for joy
Smiles on the faces of every girl and boy
The grins of a newly opened Xmas toy
Trade unionists bounce along the street
Music blaring and the tapping of feet
From nurses to Bobbies still on the beat
Street parties announced in the nation
Satan who brought economic inflation
Is deceased, now’s the time for elation
Its times like this I’m sad I’m an atheist
And can only shout and wave my fist
And then go to the pub and get pissed
allah, angel, angst, confusion, dream, education, faith, freedom, god, happiness, health, heaven, history, holocaust, hope, humorous, imagination, inspirational, introspection, jesus, journey, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, miracle, nature, on writing and words, pain, peace, people, philosophy, political, prayer, recovery from..., religious, sad, spiritual, stress, success, sympathy, teacher, time, write,
Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?
How can you say what can't be spoken.
When deep inside your heart is broken.
There's little comfort for what you feel.
As you kneel and pray for God to heal.
Our Princess Warrior fights silently.
Each breath, she takes defiantly.
Against a foe that won't relent.
Until her energy is all spent.
I have no words, what can I say.
Nobody thought they'd see this day.
We have no answers for our sorrow.
Thinking you won't be here tomorrow.
We look at pictures filled with life.
A sister, mother. daughter, wife.
To ponder more is too absurd.
I'm done here, not another word.
age, death, evil, life, sin, social, words,
Their erotic death or life eternally,
Directed trance like powers of eyes.
Along with blindness of surprise,
Delivers humanities lustful dormancy,
Creating a new formal entity,
The power that sparks darkening skies,
Lurid scheme of evil does disguise.
Enticingly becomes the destiny.
Transformations brought forth.
One bite brings immortal youth.
Never to grow old, what worth,
Ignoring legitimate truth,
Whether by choice or not henceforth,
We walk upon night in sleuth.
written for contest
Poems from the Vampire!
abuse, addiction, adventure, age, betrayal, body, boyfriend, brother, conflict, confusion, courage, culture, death, forgiveness, fun, high school, how i feel, inspirational, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, murder, mystery, paradise, psychological, racism, rights, stress, teen, teenage, time, voice, wisdom, words, world, write, youth,
Happiness in a Wrong way – Zamreen Zarook
In the notion of seeking happiness,
I thought of stepping in to nonsense,
I dream I could find success,
But I had only little access.
Every attempt that I lend,
It was an utter failure at the end,
My life was full of difficult bend,
But God is always there as a good friend.
My deeds travel in various ways,
Some times in subways,
Or in times it goes in highways,
But I had the belief, God is there always.
North and south families surrounded,
East and west friends are rounded,
Every time fear on death soughed,
I am trapped, and my merits are loaded.
Ernesto P. Santiago
art, friendship, love, nature, on writing and words, passion, sympathy,
See this not as a flattery
Thou, we both know that
We met, only, yesterday
But truth is I am missing
You, every night and day
You and only you
I think of no other, as
I spell out
These words of mine
My arts, from the heart
You told me
To gaze the stars
Whilst I begged you
To ask the birds
How to fly
I remember that night
It’s something, I’ll not forget
The scent of a Korean tea
Brewed, delicately, with love
To sanctify me
It was already two a. m. when I
Walked home, from your place
Guided by the sleepy moon
I found out, we passionately speak
Nature’s own language