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poetryaccident
Poem Published
9th Aug 2019 9:59am
9th Aug 2019 9:59am
Blue Becomes
Blue becomes monochrome
painted across a sad tableau
from one side to the next
except where public gaze applies
these flashes absent of the hues
is not enough to compensate
for the drowning in the sea
filled with azure of all degrees
still the remainder present a nod
a rainbow glittering sudden hints
presented with a knowing wink
as the mask is then denied
as the spectrum sadly fades
it’s not enough to compensate
when the sky has turquoise tears
blurred to gray in last dismay.
© 2019. Sean...
painted across a sad tableau
from one side to the next
except where public gaze applies
these flashes absent of the hues
is not enough to compensate
for the drowning in the sea
filled with azure of all degrees
still the remainder present a nod
a rainbow glittering sudden hints
presented with a knowing wink
as the mask is then denied
as the spectrum sadly fades
it’s not enough to compensate
when the sky has turquoise tears
blurred to gray in last dismay.
© 2019. Sean...
#sadness
#depression
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
5th Sep 2017 11:21pm
5th Sep 2017 11:21pm
RECKLESS
When eternity is out of reach
Washed away by waves of the beach
And you feel in your aching bones
And hear it in earthly tones
That you’ve lost your only chance
To have that wedding dance
With Jesus in heaven
Having lost your Lucky Seven
Your heart has no other choice
You lose your way and voice
And you step into the world of a reckless sinner
Destined to lose and not be a winner.
As much as one misses God and turn to Him
The light of the soul grows awfully dim
Cast into darkness, one sits in silence
As...
Washed away by waves of the beach
And you feel in your aching bones
And hear it in earthly tones
That you’ve lost your only chance
To have that wedding dance
With Jesus in heaven
Having lost your Lucky Seven
Your heart has no other choice
You lose your way and voice
And you step into the world of a reckless sinner
Destined to lose and not be a winner.
As much as one misses God and turn to Him
The light of the soul grows awfully dim
Cast into darkness, one sits in silence
As...
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6 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Feb 2019 5:14am
3rd Feb 2019 5:14am
8. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
My feet feel gravity un-gilled. They shuffle
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
how an airplane lands at night. The towers
hiccuping bubbles like they just had a habanero
telling us which way is up and which way
to burn in inkwater. Here a padded slope
with the headlights of trench fish, bifarious
and lighting the turning down, down, down.
Rows a hushed sway of seaweed heads.
How to show the fish a mirror since they live in one?
Cameron, you couldn’t have imagined the abyss better.
Cut lights, action in seats. We don’t
need a crowd, just the silver screen and the...
#dark
#funny
#monsters #dating
#monsters #dating
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God-Is-In-The-Rain
Poem Published
8th Aug 2019 12:05pm
8th Aug 2019 12:05pm
Down the Riverbed
Moss dances to the rhythm -
of an old knife violently mourning.
As it pays for its stay in rust -
watching the morning.
Down the riverbed.
Even in an overwhelming heatwave -
water chills to the bones.
Lights of the noon are chasing each other -
on landscape of stones.
Down the riverbed.
Wilting willow leaves weep -
incarnadine, falu and vermillion wed.
And in the gentle light of dusk -
the river runs red.
Down the riverbed.
Stars mingle in the edges of falling ice -
carving in signs from an...
of an old knife violently mourning.
As it pays for its stay in rust -
watching the morning.
Down the riverbed.
Even in an overwhelming heatwave -
water chills to the bones.
Lights of the noon are chasing each other -
on landscape of stones.
Down the riverbed.
Wilting willow leaves weep -
incarnadine, falu and vermillion wed.
And in the gentle light of dusk -
the river runs red.
Down the riverbed.
Stars mingle in the edges of falling ice -
carving in signs from an...
#murder
#river
#nature
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
9th Aug 2019 10:01am
9th Aug 2019 10:01am
Perhaps One Day
Perhaps one day the world can change
remove this grain from the gears
those sprockets seeking to rotate
have no need to compensate
an irritation that few admit
except to step around the grit
damned by silence without regard
for the feelings of the gnat
allowing gods to have their way
with full knowledge of good and bad
the highest wisdom with least pain
divinity spawned is then made plain
at last all others may depart
the annoyance finally purged
from the sight of those who rule
nature blessed with...
remove this grain from the gears
those sprockets seeking to rotate
have no need to compensate
an irritation that few admit
except to step around the grit
damned by silence without regard
for the feelings of the gnat
allowing gods to have their way
with full knowledge of good and bad
the highest wisdom with least pain
divinity spawned is then made plain
at last all others may depart
the annoyance finally purged
from the sight of those who rule
nature blessed with...
#sadness
#depression
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
22nd Sep 2017 2:25am
22nd Sep 2017 2:25am
PRISON CELL
Here I am sitting in my prison cell
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
13th Mar 2017 11:15pm
13th Mar 2017 11:15pm
untitled (collapsing atop the sad and broad glen)
i.
As bleak and murdersome crows
serve no mortal beauty nor
in tones of black assume
to beg pardon of the rose
nor in the obscuring dark
let pity's bones lay hushful and tenderly
so i am out of place
i am at a place out of place and with baleful heart
a space of no gardenias also nor honeysuckle
for brogue soles
deathly have trampled those under.
ii.
, collapsing atop the sad and broad glen
i shave my head to immersion ...
As bleak and murdersome crows
serve no mortal beauty nor
in tones of black assume
to beg pardon of the rose
nor in the obscuring dark
let pity's bones lay hushful and tenderly
so i am out of place
i am at a place out of place and with baleful heart
a space of no gardenias also nor honeysuckle
for brogue soles
deathly have trampled those under.
ii.
, collapsing atop the sad and broad glen
i shave my head to immersion ...
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
29th Dec 2018 7:49am
29th Dec 2018 7:49am
Complicity in the Stars
When fragile
things collide
into constellations,
when struck
the glass volleys
off graphite.
At once
nothing like it was,
a container un-becomes
itself,
several imparts meet
the meat of a thigh.
Sharp transparent
hubris of life
finishes on tile,
sharp beading red dwarves
upon skin,
these are
the collusions
of nightly fragility.
things collide
into constellations,
when struck
the glass volleys
off graphite.
At once
nothing like it was,
a container un-becomes
itself,
several imparts meet
the meat of a thigh.
Sharp transparent
hubris of life
finishes on tile,
sharp beading red dwarves
upon skin,
these are
the collusions
of nightly fragility.
#dark
#stars
#humankind
#astronomy
#LifeCycle
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midevil
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2019 00:54am
2nd Aug 2019 00:54am
Dragon Reflection
Time is marked by changing shifts by meals and fists of pills.
I join the chorus of screaming neighbors’ tis how the air is filled.
I know I’m missed but not in love buy those who should be there.
Been handled by these lustful handlers caretakers with out care.
A soft and safe padded life I’m asked how do I feel.
I hug my self within my vest and keep my thoughts concealed.
Go away I whispered back to trespassers in my head.
Realities daily doses waning part I pray a soul who’s dead.
A burnt out bulb hangs mockingly beyond the century door.
I call...
I join the chorus of screaming neighbors’ tis how the air is filled.
I know I’m missed but not in love buy those who should be there.
Been handled by these lustful handlers caretakers with out care.
A soft and safe padded life I’m asked how do I feel.
I hug my self within my vest and keep my thoughts concealed.
Go away I whispered back to trespassers in my head.
Realities daily doses waning part I pray a soul who’s dead.
A burnt out bulb hangs mockingly beyond the century door.
I call...
#rejection
#dark
#frustration
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Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 4:58am
19th Aug 2019 4:58am
Wasted Breath
Washtub
After
Soiree,
Terminalia
Effect...
Death.
After
Soiree,
Terminalia
Effect...
Death.
#happiness
#dark
#murder #death
#murder #death
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
19th Dec 2017 9:52pm
HOPELESS
Imagine if there was NO heaven
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
And no one ever held a Lucky Seven.
Imagine if the fate of all of Mankind
Whether cruel or kind,
Whether good or bad
Whether Happy or sad
All eternally damned into a lake of fire
Without the Savior as a Sire.
No Savior with His Saving Grace
No God with a comforting embrace.
Will you still sing Sunday praises and do your charitable deeds?
Will you have any motive, strong grounds or any guiding lead
To live and lead the Righteous life
Free of malice, anger, and contentious strife? ...
#hope
#religion
#God
#Christian
#SelfReflection
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
6th Aug 2019 1:22am
6th Aug 2019 1:22am
Black Words
Black words on a white page
dots of ink without reserve
except to state what few desire
to read by the bard’s insight
a trick of light to be reversed
to know the mood that underlies
the muse dictating poet’s terms
without regard for angst incurred
still the pale of the sheet
conveys a tone that portrays
something less than portents writ
soon released by reader’s gaze
in the end the darkest prose
overwhelms the wan surface
driving out the ashen hint
by the worst of sentiments.
© 2019. Sean...
dots of ink without reserve
except to state what few desire
to read by the bard’s insight
a trick of light to be reversed
to know the mood that underlies
the muse dictating poet’s terms
without regard for angst incurred
still the pale of the sheet
conveys a tone that portrays
something less than portents writ
soon released by reader’s gaze
in the end the darkest prose
overwhelms the wan surface
driving out the ashen hint
by the worst of sentiments.
© 2019. Sean...
#WritingPoetry
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