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LobodeSanPedro
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poet Anonymous

Prayer to My Parents

I stand at my parents’ grave
and see that the headstone vase is empty
Has someone stolen the flowers again?
Has the wicked wind ripped them all away?

Oh mama, don’t look down here.
The world has caused me many a tear
You dried my sorrows when I was a child
and tried to reassure me that God would do the same.
I don’t want you to see how my hope has turned gray
from world cancers and wars since you went away.
You deserve heaven’s peace since you’ve dealt with your share.
I wish I could be with you there.

Oh daddy don’t look back at this
world torn with hate. Leave with my kiss
The terrorist stalks in wormy shroud
I’m sure your heart would burst again loud
to watch the mangled children die
at hands of evil and wonder why.
Stay warm in the Holiest of Light
and watch instead love’s doves in flight.

 
I stand beside my parents’ grave
and see no flowers in the vase.
People have stolen them for their own graves.
Winds of unrest have shredded petals of honor.
Yet in my spirit, I hold hearts of the beloved
fairer than flowers in any earthly field.

 

Easydrops
Lost Thinker
Germany
Joined 4th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 5

"Oh!"

he said.
Had he forgotten?
Or was it the excitement of the fact?
No.
But was it then surprise?
Or the memory that met?

And he started imagining,
what people would begin to think.
To them it might mean anything
until someone elaborates his reasoning
they will not know,
what his sound intended to show.

Arcane_Scribe
Thought Provoker
United Kingdom 1awards
Joined 1st Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 205

Farewell feelings

farewell feelings for you are going

afraid for the truth and hate for the knowing

hiding in the shadows of the numb

silence so loud it thumps like a drum

cold and alone yet surrounded by many

dropped by the world like im now a bad penny

Deep down in a hole so far from the light

no room to breathe try as i might

Im numb now to the thoughts that were healing

Good night world and farewell feelings.

LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
Sierra Leone 109awards
Joined 16th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 3304

when i ran out of ink
i harvested my marrow
just to write your name

malin69
malin
Dangerous Mind
France 5awards
Joined 12th Jan 2013
Forum Posts: 820

so many memories we shared
sweet mom with Alzeheimer
remember only one or two
I'll be your enjoyed son

caseyhiatus
Strange Creature
United States
Joined 20th Oct 2014
Forum Posts: 2

Hahahahaha
Just listen to it all.
Hahahahaha
That's all surround us.
Happiness and continent
But what's there to be continent about
What's there to laugh at
The druggy prego teen
Living On your tv screen
Or the drugged out desperate slut
Doing nothing and everything all for what
Smiles and approval
Well you know what I approve of
Not being a fucking idiot

JohnFeddeler
Tyrant of Words
United States 83awards
Joined 18th Jan 2013
Forum Posts: 325

    forsaken possibilities


Bukowski knew the reality of love & liquor.
the whiskey is always faithful
as long as you've got the cash for it.
love expects so much more,
usually more than a man can give,
& even then it's not satisfied...

(hi-jacked from my comment under 'on my tab,' by LobodeSanPedro.




Waterviolet
Fire of Insight
Canada 4awards
Joined 14th Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 628

everything short is good
Short dyke hair
Short skirts
I love your short poems
And all of the above
I give you my love
I swear
To the moon
And back

johnrot
Tyrant of Words
21awards
Joined 10th Oct 2012
Forum Posts: 3645

LobodeSanPedro said:when i ran out of ink
i harvested my marrow
just to write your name


like that LSP.........

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 68awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

- Vampire Dreaming -

Part I: Black Ballerina

Black mountains, upon a windswept night in august…
My heart is aflame with hunger and an insatiable lust!
The trees around me are dark, wraithlike silhouettes.
In my mind I picture a ballerina doing her pirouettes,
And my thoughts spin in circles, spiraling into infinity.
The night is intoxicating, as I surrender to it fervently!
Disciple of darkness, wanton and mad as time stills…
I walk the ancient path, excited by promises of thrills.
She is young and lovely, the seraphic image of grace:
Hair of chestnut, eyes black, and a blush to her face!
I feel the smooth skin of her thigh, beneath silk skirts.
We tumble through soft leaves, laughing until it hurts,
And when our lips meet, we move as one in shadow,
Hungry hearts, wanton minds, but spirits not shallow.
I feel her wet mouth on my neck, sharp fangs biting…
As I howl like a monster, ecstatic, maybe frightening.
Mad love of the undead amidst a starry august night,
Two demon lovers, lost beneath the ivory moonlight.
The ballerina does her dance upon that forest floor…
I spin with her through soft leaves, wanton for more.

Part II: Running Wild

We are running together across ravines full of skulls,
The moon is red as blood, our cries as loud as gulls.
Our hearts are beating like drums, thumping loudly…
Her grasp is as fierce as my own, displayed proudly.
I think that mists rise up from the dead faces below,
But it is spirits entwined like lovers, burning to glow.
I catch the scent of their fire and it fuels me ever on,
Their damnation is our elation, upon which we fawn.
Red roses bloom in empty jaws and vacant sockets,
Scarlet as blood: fiery bright as the flame of rockets!
A garden for our delight, a utopia worthy of desire…
But the drums hasten us along, as we blaze with fire.
Two riders galloping off in the distance, as we haste,
Stop not, to see the storm forming swift in our wake.
They escape, in time to hear a solitary animal growl,
Heedless of the ravine, where the dead faces scowl.
The storm urges us ever onward, into domains wild,
Thunder at our heels, our mad hearts no longer mild.
A crimson haze behind us, leaving an ethereal limbo,
Whilst we dance in the darkness: to our alien tempo.

Part III: Break of Day

I recline upon a mossy rock, watching the ballerina,
Lost in her rhythms, and my own mounting delirium.
As she dances with peacock feathers in her hands…
Time passes, like the swift rushing of so many sands.
Green and blue, the colors flash before my hot gaze,
Until I am entranced and drifting within a lusty daze!
The green is the forest; the blue is the morning skies.
Day has come, as the girl’s dance even time denies!
We rush together; hands seeking and finding flesh…
Our warmth as one, in the morning air: crisply fresh.
Madness in our kisses, desire in our very fingertips,
As we merge together, our arms, our legs and hips!
Soon we are one being, androgynous and perfect…
Seraphic in beauty and ravenous as we may reflect,
Upon the dance our feet perform, of life and death!
Then we separate, and each takes a needed breath.
Rays of sunlight cascade down upon the grim earth,
As my mind reels in turns: with a sadness and mirth.
I am walking in a dream; it is a nightmare to awake,
And hunger awaits me, of which I dare not partake.

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 68awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

- Sappho Smiles -

I look up at that portrait of thee, standing by the sea…
Holding thy lyre in thy hand, so solemnly regarding me.
Wouldst I, have been like a daughter to thee, of old?
Or wouldst thou have made me thy lover, thusly bold!
I wonder, Sappho, poetess whom my soul so adores,
Why people still judge thee, by foolish human mores!
Were thou not a goddess of poetry, after thy fashion?
A muse to which the soul might turn with full passion!
I like to imagine thy lovely face smiles,
When poetry brings out thy wiles.

forgodsake
Twisted Dreamer
United States
Joined 12th May 2013
Forum Posts: 23

the devil is here
i can feel his breath
on my cheek
against my neck
he never says a word
he just likes to watch
he reminds me of me
on the inside a lot
we're not so different
as i sometimes think
we both make whats good
twisted and kinked
we dont want to live
but still we subsist
stare at a future
of an abyss
we both made our bed
when we were young
i wonder if he regrets it
i do, so he must
i have no sympathy
for me or for him
ill see you soon
my evil twin.

LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
Sierra Leone 109awards
Joined 16th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 3304

... don't spoil her ...

I let you sneak in and sleep on my back
you like to play "lion" and chew on my ear
drowning my earholes
I can smell the candy you weren't suppose to have
in every breath
 
you nuzzle into my neck
covering the picture of Mami
etched along the breadth of my shoulders
from nape to tailbone
 
you say you like sleeping on Mami's picture
because you want to be pretty just like her
 
when you ask me questions i have no answers for
i tell you to go to sleep
you talk too much just like her
 
kneeling in St. Peters
i brought morning roses for you
 
tell granddad no candy tonight  

mysticstones
Fire of Insight
United States
Joined 22nd Oct 2014
Forum Posts: 25

evoking sails
born on reminiscent winds,
silent journey,
enlighten.
winding the course
like a phantom’s kiss

LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
Sierra Leone 109awards
Joined 16th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 3304

Laugh until you ...

When I suck your toes
And tickle your feet with my tongue
I'm also healing the wounds I've left
when I've foolishly dropped the crystal
that is your heart.

Your sole cut from the broken shards.

Let me heal the wounds
so that I may lie beside you
and inside you once again.

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