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Rest My Sweetest DarlingSweetest little dragon child, with a tiny broken wing
For you it is a solemn song that we are made to sing.
Your parents fought to save you, but here it is you lie
My sweetest little dragon child, why did you have to die?

There are no words to capture grief, nor the mourning in our hearts
I never thought that we were meant to be easily torn apart...
No pain in life could have ever prepared us, for the pain we faced today
My child I wish you could hear the words that we truly long to say

We wish we could have taught you, about the flowers in the spring
We wish we could have showed you, the homes of our kin...
We wish we could have loRest My Sweetest Darling1 year ago in Free Verse

resumeThe trees were crackling towards
the tumbling slate-grey sky. The
morning was vain and well-rested;
you came a nightingale, soft

and unmoving. From there we
saw tragedies unfold continually
into an ocean of invented trust
and exogenic sincerity. Energy

thrown about and captured,
hardened wanderlust in our eyes,
screaming and laughing, falling,
folding with the sky. My heart

was an open cut and every
touch was a sting and I kept it
glistening and wavering so deep
inside that I lost contact with

the world, lost everything. I was
going through old pictures of us,
sunbleached pictures of sunlight
bouncing off our hair. Picturresume2 years ago in Free Verse

ResumeI'll give you back the smile that he stole so thoughtlessly,
I'll take your hand and give you life and lovely memories,
I see the smile he erased hidden just beneath your eyes,
And I will give it back to you and make you feel alive.

This arrogance of mine may seem like its in vain,
But really I just see your eyes when someone speaks his name,
Your smile's false, I'll make it real, so please dont run and hide,
I know the pain you feel right now is eating you inside.

So take my hand and I'll remind you how you felt back then,
When fairy tales were hopes and dreams and you never knew of sin,
I never let it crush me, this wicked world oResume2 years ago in Free Verse

ResumeThere Is Everything
And There Is Nothing
A Whore
And An Innocent Girl
She Smiles
Also Cries
Lies
But Tells The Truth
There Is Ugly
And There Is Beautiful
Exciting, And Dull
Wishes To Die
Hopes Of Suicide
And Someone Just Trying
To Live
Through Love
There Is Also Hatred
Sedated
Yet So Alive
There Is Pacifism
And Violence
All Pain Since
April
Throughout The Years
And Throughout The Days
She's Been Fine
But She's Been Insane
Young In Age
And Old In Mind
There's Not Enough Time
Or Too Much
There's A Desired Touch
And There's Rape
She's Trapped
But She Can Escape
We'll See Where It Goes
From Here...Resume8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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Darkened Room -Visual Poetry by poet Clive Blake3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry

CathieSalt-and-pepper hair contrasts sharply with the crisp, starched pillow;
bone-thin arms resemble bed rails--
tears in my arms, the morphine drip in your vein.
My inner rage refutes your calm acceptance.
You ask if we are waiting for you to die: no.
We are waiting for a miracle,
we are waiting for you to heal--
We are waiting for something that will not happen.
We are stretching for something that is out of reach.
We are holding onto our obsolete hopes, the small fragments of our lives
so closely, we cannot see the bigger picture
of eternity.
In a paradox, God is calling you clearly,
but we can't seem to hear His voice--
only the silence ringing in our ears
as the monitor stops
your breathing ceases
your face un-creases--
and, for the first time in years,
you run Home.Cathie6 months ago in Free Verse

UndeterredIn travels that I've yet to plan
and plan, I never will,
down miles of unfamiliar trails
I'll venture on until

my feet should find a forest's edge
of twisted branch and root,
the shadow of its overgrowth
awaiting my pursuit.

And though the trees shall warn me,
"you will walk beside your fear;
for many braver than yourself
have lost their way in here"

my trembling hands will steady;
I'll accept the truths I've heard,
and if fate should bid I enter
I'll walk forward undeterred.Undeterred2 years ago in Free Verse

What if I died..?
Would you miss me?
Would you look into my pale eyes
And say: ''Forgive me for what I've done…''

Would you hug me tight
And cry sour tears,
Wishing me by your side again..?

Would you remember
All our good moments together
And want them back?

Would you kiss my cold lips
With your face faded in tears
And say: ''I love you, no one else''

Well… The gun is aimed at my head…
Only one letal shot
For you to love me again…What if3 years ago in Free Verse

Ode to KalundborgIt's the start that gets me.
Sticks its nails in my side.
Rakes them left.
Rakes them right.
Left. Right. Left. Right.
Until all that is left
Is a hole, in my mind.

It's the middle that gets me.
Sticks its knife in my heart.
Pushes in.
Pulls it out.
In. Out. In. Out.
Until all that is left
Is a hole, on my part.

It's the end that gets me.
Sticks your note on my wall.
You put it up.
I tear it down.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
Until all that is left
IsOde to Kalundborg3 years ago in Free Verse

one:saved.she always felt as if he were the one
who had saved her,
pulling her by the very tips of her fingers
to safety.
as if she had been hanging over the edge
of an abyss, dark as a secret,
and one sl
ip—
would have been fatal;
as if he had arrived in the nick of time,
armed with ropes and helicopters
and his own strong hands.

and when she felt those hands
take hers for the first time,
the abyss dropped away
and she was on ground again,
solid like the bones of his body.
she looked up and saw the sunlight as it streamed through his hair
and she was happy.

and so when at last he decided
he did not want tone:saved.4 years ago in Free Verse

FOUR YEARS

YEAR 1 : WEBMAKER AND FRIENDS

Spring. Deep sleep in the early hours
jarred awake by the creak-shriek of wood
clinging to fast-embedded nail.
"Who's there?" through the window garage-ward
Silence. Return to sleep.
Morning. Every horizontal garage plank removed
placed, transformed into a little house in the one solid corner.
My small son, smile wavering uncertainly, says,
"It was Wood–den Man, Daddy"
I scowl, feign anger
and smile behind my hand.

Summer. Lightly dozing in the warmth
roused by a shatter-crash of broken glass
splintered on resisting stone.
"What's the matter?" towards my den
"Nothing, Daddy" ContinueFOUR YEARS8 years ago in Free Verse

Words From The Soul~Contest Entry~

When looking at the computer screen
The words simply won't come
Inspiration drifts away

It is only when I have a pen in hand
And ink staining my fingertips
With endless pages of paper before me
That is when I can write

At the bottom of a poet's heart
In the deepest part of a writer's soul
There are endless empty pages
Waiting to be filled with our words

For it is only on paper
That we can be set free
The burden of reality disappears
A window appears
And you see the unspoken words in our hearts

Each word brings the reader closer
To the ink in our blood
It makes our bodies move
Keeps our minds spinning
So weWords From The Soul3 years ago in Free Verse

An Updated Resume:Your father’s favorite
bobblehead,
his fingers dancing on your scalp
irritating rusted springs
three taps from snapping.

You cry
every time he calls.
Wah-wah,
like Charlie Brown and
old cartoons
the 1930s, when men
jumped out the window
a mass exodus to the ground
and no one noticed
‘til after
‘til cerebrospinal fluid
flowed around the “haves”
in oblong rushes brushing
the “have nots.”

You look out at the scenery
a daydream distracting
phone pressed to your ear
and they tell you not to jump.

He pressures you
like a shaken cola
a bursting catheter.
You gust out of a
punctured aerosAn Updated Resume:4 years ago in Free Verse

Whispers of a broken soul

Can you sense this thing we both feel?
Do you agree it's so surreal?
Falling in love is no sin
Nor a crime much to our akin

Don't mean to be masochistic
But listening to a song we call "our song"
Feels so nostalgic
You sing to me "I'm yours"
I sing to you "Only Hope"
Together we sing "The Saltwater Room"
Now we sing "Broken strings" and "Just a dream"
I don't know about you, but I've been drowning myself
in the bottomless pool of melancholy

How long have I been falling?
Can anyone save me? Save us?
But wait....maybe I don't want to be saved
But why is it you won't let me?

There's a saying when one doesn't learn to look back
Whispers of a broken soul2 years ago in Free Verse

The Ghost Behind the PagesThe pages' hushed
Rub
The ink's familiar
Fragrance
The stylus' modest
Tinkle
The merry dripping
Black

Dear world, I missed you so much!The Ghost Behind the Pages3 years ago in Free Verse

WEBMAKER AND FRIENDS

WEBMAKER AND FRIENDS

Spring. Deep sleep in the early hours
jarred awake by the creak-shriek of wood
clinging to fast-embedded nail.
"Who's there?" through the window garage-ward
Silence. Return to sleep.
Morning. Every horizontal garage plank removed
placed, transformed into a little house in the one solid corner.
My small son, smile wavering uncertainly, says,
"It was Wood – Den Man, Daddy"
I scowl, feign anger
and smile behind my hand.

Summer. Lightly dozing in the warmth
roused by a shatter-crash of broken glass
splintered on resisting stone.
"What's the matter?" towards my den
"Nothing, Daddy" Continue doze.
Later. In mWEBMAKER AND FRIENDS11 years ago in Free Verse

The Holly KingHidden deep in forests dark gloom,
Will you find a special, secret room,
Walls of trees, overhead branches loom,
Like some strange Hall or wooden tomb!

In the center stands great blaze,
Into the air, the flames do raise,
Painting all with deep bronze glaze,
Lighting all in these dark days!

Laid on tables, oh so wide,
Feast of fruits down each side,
Forest dwellers with hooded eyes,
At this feast are all now spied!

Beyond feasting tables lies a large throne,
Made from wood and bone and stone,
Over all of it the Ivy has now grown,
On top of it the snow now hath blown!

Sat in Throne looking so very fine,
With eyes so brown thatThe Holly King2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

A Shadow of Your Old SelfThe truth is, it's almost painful to look at you again.
Seeing you the way you are now, it brings tears to my eyes.
That's why I was afraid to see you again...
That's why I distanced myself, to preserve the memories
Of who you once were,
Because, put simply, I tried to forget the fact that...

You changed.
And I can truthfully say you did not change for the better.
What the hell happened? You were once someone I could identify with,
Laugh with, cry with, talk about anything with.
Your values, your beliefs, your mannerisms...everything,
Was just admirable. I felt I could connect with you.

But then....came that radical, drastic changA Shadow of Your Old Self8 months ago in Free Verse

I'm broken insideLike a puzzle that's missing a piece,
Like you wrenched my heart out,
Like poison replacing my blood,

You broke me,
Now go find the key,
The key to rewind me,

Or,
Let's just break you too,
Yeah!
I like that idea!

Let's take my pen,
Burry it inside your heart,
And see if it bleeds,

You're so cruel,
Poison gushes out,
And kills everything around,

You're cold as stone,
That's why you're alive,
A stone cannot die,

I'm broken inside,
And you just teared my heart,
I see it pumping on the floor,
That's my missing part.I'm broken inside3 years ago in Free Verse

sell yourself2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern

Loving GhostsSo it was that one day
I just couldn't quite take it anymore.
Distractions flitting here and there,
I could barely think,
I thought I was going mad.

So it was that I put my love in a little drop of blood
And fed that drop to a little mosquito lady.
In a ball of clay I put her,
And in a rat I put that ball,
And in a leather bag I put that rat,
And in an oaken box I put that bag,
And there my love began to die
And I did not care about them as more than abstracts anymore
And I could finally think straight once again.

But it seems that you've managed to
Open that box.
You've taken out each item in turn
And I'm killing myseLoving Ghosts3 years ago in Free Verse

ResumeRazors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
So you might as well live.Resume1 year ago in Concrete Poetry

Mussolini took our TV's awayMussolini took our TV away,

I'll tell you the tale, it happened one day,

We were chillin' eating Pasta Fazool,

Then the blackshirts came, tot'ly uncool,

They said "No TV's! No more Jersey Shore!"

"No more watching Adult Swim anymore!"

We were like 'crap' This regime getting sicker,

All cuz Il Duce hooked up with Hitler,

"We've had enough! Let's burn this guy's house down!"

While this was brewing the word spread around,

We marched to his palace, Where Duce sat,

"Let's take his money! his silly old hat!"

And demand our TV, "Duce please tell!"

Mussolini said? "You'll have it in hell."Mussolini took our TV's away3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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