Poetry competition CLOSED 9th April 2019 7:26am
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
eswaller
Who is there when I Hurt?
Anonymous
<< post removed >>
she drinks the tears of joy
‘tis but the river
that's my lover
whose incontinence
conceals the tears i shed
upon her bed
she reads my diary:
no inquiry
cross-examines me
about the things i write
deep in the night
all the songs she sings
give me new wings
mountain-purchased heights
deliver me from hell's
final farewell
when the moon is bright
she bids the night
orchestrate for me
her water music suite
to make replete
my burial of pain
i rise again
phoenix from the ash
she drinks the tears of joy
my gladness cries
© Copyright 2019 April 08
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
that's my lover
whose incontinence
conceals the tears i shed
upon her bed
she reads my diary:
no inquiry
cross-examines me
about the things i write
deep in the night
all the songs she sings
give me new wings
mountain-purchased heights
deliver me from hell's
final farewell
when the moon is bright
she bids the night
orchestrate for me
her water music suite
to make replete
my burial of pain
i rise again
phoenix from the ash
she drinks the tears of joy
my gladness cries
© Copyright 2019 April 08
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
Written by cabcool
Go To Page
The unbearable burden
Knowing a stranger is not being modest
never forgetting a promise to keep being honest.
Watching a Innocent survive the craziness
Eventually becoming a madman
Sad moments, corrputed dreams
with a stolen heart, has a kindness
To one in need of much Grace,
Determined to achieve a connection
Without compromising values,
Is a recipe for disaster,
Do we need evidence of a presence
That's conscious of ours suffering?
With not much to believe in
People turn to demons
Much respect is needed if I was conceited,
Abused, tortured and used
Is this what we choose
Is the world on our backs
or on your shoulders
A four clover doesn't mean it's over
Nor a miracle because I will forgive all of you
And become spiritual.
never forgetting a promise to keep being honest.
Watching a Innocent survive the craziness
Eventually becoming a madman
Sad moments, corrputed dreams
with a stolen heart, has a kindness
To one in need of much Grace,
Determined to achieve a connection
Without compromising values,
Is a recipe for disaster,
Do we need evidence of a presence
That's conscious of ours suffering?
With not much to believe in
People turn to demons
Much respect is needed if I was conceited,
Abused, tortured and used
Is this what we choose
Is the world on our backs
or on your shoulders
A four clover doesn't mean it's over
Nor a miracle because I will forgive all of you
And become spiritual.
Written by venturous
Go To Page
Anonymous
<< post removed >>
