Where are the poets?

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  1. Splush

    Splush Valued Member

    Title: Erase

    Troubled past.
    The future not to bright; the room is dim;
    The windows forever barred shut tight;
    Never again able to emit light.

    Painful paths journeyed in his short but taunted past.
    Filled with ridiculing laughs.
    Judging eyes; constantly follow, making fun of this young fellow’.

    They will regret what they did when judgment comes,
    But Gods hands are bounded until around the age of roughly 81.

    Lie to me, whisper in my ear that everything is all right.

    Erase it all.
    Take the pain; free me.

    Close to the edge, ready to fall off a mountain stories tall.
    When I reach the ground will remnants be found?
    Will I even ever be discovered, he thought out loud?
    Even if I was who cares? No one, not a person at all.
    No grieving for me not even a tear,
    No, not one lush eye dabbed with a handkerchief as they pretended to cry.

    I Wipe my tear away gently.

    From a view above I peer down and I look around.
    Nothing there, only cool summer air and a few birds getting in a huff over a meal,
    How simple life for them must feel.

    I chose not to see the scared slender figure,
    It would only make my emotional torment bigger.
    In the distance you run to my rescue,
    I’m sorry you have to witness this but God bless you.

    I remain to retain the lie;
    Pretending your not there.
    But down inside, I know it a pathetic excuse of a lie.
    I can’t bare to look you straight into your panicking eyes.

    Can you catch, I hope you can’t.
    Life won today, and I lost in every way.

    Peace awaits at the bottom.
    Or will you open your arms?

    Save me, loose me all the same.
    Live or die; nothing to loose, nothing to gain.

    Here I go. Get ready.
    As I fall, for the first time in a long while I smile.
    The end is near.
    To save me; a waste of time. When did you appear?
    I’ve looked for you the longest while.
    The end is near.

    I see you. Oh, how blind I was! Maybe this is a mistake…
    The end is near.
    Enough! I except my doomed fate.
    ---

    I count the seconds.
    They tease me as they move with a deliberate dawdling pace.

    Blind you were, but so was I .
    Only if I knew the price for sight was for you to die.

    I try to bravely oppose your Grim Reaper as it beckons;
    It can see through my poorly acted façade.
    His scythe gleaming mocking me to try;
    Knowing all well if I do, I to will die.

    Can’t you hear my heart attempt to repent in a selfish cry;
    So many memories could have been, but now never will be .
    Opportunities thrown away casually cast into the sea of misery.

    My love never expressed, but I no longer continue that lie.
    At least for me, I plead don’t die.

    My heart bleeds.
    I am weak.
    So many warnings I ignored to heed.
    Snubbed by me you were ,
    For how long inside did you mutely bleed?
    My stomach filled with butterflies sick and meek.

    The end is near.

    Always there for me,
    But in your time of need I am weak.

    Always there with a shoulder to offer; many times it was used.
    A rock for me you’d always be,
    but invisible you remained;
    for the most part disregarded.
    Used when needed, but when in need was left.
    It’s a wonder that never once your heart hardened.

    Broken; I fall to my knees.

    My cheeks are damp, hopeless I tilt my head to the sky,
    Midnight blue dangerously entrancing to the eye.
    What about the Angels who live in the clouds,
    Watching upon us from heaven ever so high.
    Is that the place we go to when we die?
    If I don’t make it in time will he rest peacefully,
    Up above ?

    Or will his soul travel down?
    My eyes involuntarily glancing to the ground

    Underneath I envision a horrible prison,
    Bursting with torment and flames.
    Filled with sights that would scar the human vision.
    A dark lonely world with a hellish mission.

    All it’s citizens paying for crimes in a city ablaze.
    Little red demons marching around looking for tricks to play.
    Moans and screams of pain echoed in a constant state of unearthly disarray.

    A hellish world she envisioned,
    One the he would soon call his own private prison.
    No. I will not let it.
    I can't fail his survival depends upon it.


    The end is near.

    Broken; My will gone.
    Ashamed I can not carry on.
    I try to move, instead I sob a sad tune.
    Can our love get us through?

    Nothing more I can do, clenching the earth’s stale dirt for strength. I pray.
    With everything I am, and more that I am not. I pray.
    My body shivers, my heart quivers, my hands shake, and my head quakes. I pray.
    My fingers curl, my mind in a nauseating twirl. I pray.

    The end is near.

    The world froze.
    Sympathy felt for the two lovers souls.
    A miracle granted, rare and enchanted.
    The atmosphere grew bright, and filled with daylight
    emerging suddenly, even startling the sleeping night.

    The air filled with snow white doves.
    Majestic; soaring through the sky,
    With ease only granted to those animals who could fly.
    A pure creation of God deeply appreciated by the human eye.

    Heaven interfered,
    Answering a desperate plea.
    Draining is the ocean of misery depleting steadily.

    Behold true love; impossible to overthrow or unfold.
    Often foolishly ignored or ignorantly denigrated;
    These naive teens though reckless as is the nature of their adolescents learned a pious lesson.


    The end is near, finally at last.
    Peace is restored.
    The two “soul-mates” uniting their love for one and another .



    Their intentions pure.
    For a broken heart there is but one cure.
    The joy overwhelming, together at last,
    The cure was no longer missing,; found at last.

    How those quite moments are adored.
    Remembered for ever never to be ignored.

    The end is near.
    The flames of affection in their eyes sincere.
    Silence dominates;
    no fear for times like these useless words tend to disappear.

    All was known, without being said as….
    The end is near.
    She brushed his streaming tear.

    - Splush
     
  2. Vega

    Vega New Member

    I write poetry when I am in the mood, usually when I am depressed or angry..Here is a poem I wrote a while back during a lowpoint in my life...


    Anger grows deep down inside from being just another forgotten face.
    Name lost with a blink of an eye
    Unlike you though, I am not stripped of all emotion
    Pretending to be human
    Looking into your eyes, I realize that that the door to your soul is locked from the inside and not even you posses the key.
     

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