Poetry competition CLOSED 5th October 2012 1:32am
WINNER
milkysensation
milkysensation
RUNNER-UP:
lightbaron
Missing someone special
Mad Ramblings... of the one left behind...
Dark, foul and desolate,
the mood festering deep in me
it slithers and seethes writhing,
I have nowhere to flee,
like something alive and wicked, it breathes,
evil, all seeing and all knowing;
never feeble always growing.
One can only say what one sees
and let the protagonists do what they please
but when they look back, the fact is, they inevitably say:
why did I not listen to what you said that day?
Ohhh… such stupidities one endeavors to create,
always making demands and defiantly not listening
to the wisdom that is given out love and concern,
no, why would you do that,
you must always have the last word;
problem is my dear, that the dead
do not have much to say…
Once you cross that last frontier
there is no coming back here,
to avoid such mistakes is the only way
but you in all your selfjustifying wisdom,
will not listen because you
feel your being dictated to.
A smart man knows when
it is the prudent thing to do,
a stupid, immature man,
although he knows the reason is sound,
will not listen because pride has it’s demands.
He will not be dictated to, no, he is a grown man!
Pride has always been the downfall
of good men, great or strong, one and all.
When we let vanities get the better of us,
trying to prove you have the upper hand,
it becomes the bullet that ends
any opportunity you could have had.
It was never, ever a war of wills,
I did not, not, not want to be right!!!
I was trying to protect your ungrateful life,
but of course this you could not see,
I was nagging you
because there nothing better for me,
to your mind: what did I know?
You had it all under control!
Yet now in this desolate place,
the garden of the dead,
I bring you this white rose to place,
on the stone at your graves’ head.
Gypsy red
I remember you…
I remember you;
Do you remember me?
You are long gone; your soul went to fly free…
I remember fighting beside you,
holding back the fear from coming through,
shoulder to shoulder you and I stood
and when you fell, it was me
who staunched your wounds.
Do you remember me?
Throughout my life I have not forgotten you,
you haunt my dreams, the terror I saw your baby blues,
dying alone in a land that was unfamiliar and new.
I remember you…
Wait for me on the other side,
be my angelic guide,
take me to the fathers side
when my time finally arrives.
Do you remember me?
I will forever remember you
and shortly I will be there to join you too…
Rest in peace
Gypsy red
DreamingMetrist said:I'm dealing with my own heartbreak right now with my own personal death. Maybe I could better understand it if I read about some of your thoughts on loss, heart-ache, and missing someone very dear.
No rules other than only two poems per person.
Thanks.
Can I enter a letter instead of a poem?
No rules other than only two poems per person.
Thanks.
Can I enter a letter instead of a poem?
The Best in my World
Dear Merlin and Barb,
I am sorry that I was unable to be there for you. I wished that so many years had not gone by between us seeing eachother. I always tried to. Did you know that? I was always wanting to see you guys. Always trying to plan holidays so that you could come visit. But, my family was always moving. Always on the go. I hated that. Last I saw you was when I was 14. Now, I am 21. Just turned. I am sorry I was not a good grand-neice. If that is even a word. Haha. You are family though so I know you won't care. It doesn't matter who reads this, because It is strictly meant for you, my family. When I heard about you having Luekemia Barb, I was devastated. I didn't think that people just developed it. How? Am I misunderstood? Is it that you only just now found out? I guess in a way you could give hope for others. And Merlin, when I found out you had pancreatic cancer just 3 months after Barb passed in her sleep, I thought, "What is going on. How could this be happening??!" I blamed God, I begged with God, I pleaded. But no, I was unable to get through to him I think. You passed only two weeks after I found out about you having the cancer. I was heartbroken. You an Merlin were my favourite pair. There was noone else like you guys. I am always regretting not being able to see you guys before you left us. I hear that My grandma was there for you both though. Speaking of her, I just thought I would let you know that she is doing fine. She misses you guys, and I can tell she is devastated, but she also knows that you guys are in a better place. I think that is what is helping her through this. She's a true trooper. Anyways I just wanted to tell you guys that I love you, always, and I miss you like crazy. Tell my grandfathers hi for me too? And stay as happy as you guys have always been.
I Love You Guys Always
Your loving grand-neice,
Kelsey
Dear Merlin and Barb,
I am sorry that I was unable to be there for you. I wished that so many years had not gone by between us seeing eachother. I always tried to. Did you know that? I was always wanting to see you guys. Always trying to plan holidays so that you could come visit. But, my family was always moving. Always on the go. I hated that. Last I saw you was when I was 14. Now, I am 21. Just turned. I am sorry I was not a good grand-neice. If that is even a word. Haha. You are family though so I know you won't care. It doesn't matter who reads this, because It is strictly meant for you, my family. When I heard about you having Luekemia Barb, I was devastated. I didn't think that people just developed it. How? Am I misunderstood? Is it that you only just now found out? I guess in a way you could give hope for others. And Merlin, when I found out you had pancreatic cancer just 3 months after Barb passed in her sleep, I thought, "What is going on. How could this be happening??!" I blamed God, I begged with God, I pleaded. But no, I was unable to get through to him I think. You passed only two weeks after I found out about you having the cancer. I was heartbroken. You an Merlin were my favourite pair. There was noone else like you guys. I am always regretting not being able to see you guys before you left us. I hear that My grandma was there for you both though. Speaking of her, I just thought I would let you know that she is doing fine. She misses you guys, and I can tell she is devastated, but she also knows that you guys are in a better place. I think that is what is helping her through this. She's a true trooper. Anyways I just wanted to tell you guys that I love you, always, and I miss you like crazy. Tell my grandfathers hi for me too? And stay as happy as you guys have always been.
I Love You Guys Always
Your loving grand-neice,
Kelsey
~~~~The Essence of Eric~~~~
Eric called, said he wanted to talk
I was at work couldn't get there til after 6pm
at 4:48 a indescribable sensation went through my body
I told my boss I had to go
I got to Eric's
the door was locked
I went thru a window
I called his name
nothing
I looked around
I found Eric in his room
he was laying in his bed
Eric was gone
Eric was dead
I looked at him
eyes still open
I couldn't take my eyes off of Eric
I grabbed his hand and held it
I kissed it
Eric wasn't there
he had left his body
he looked different
hollow
his essence gone
no longer in the vessel of his body
his eyes were empty
devoid of life
nothing
like a wax figure
he looks the same
yet the difference
Eric's soul was gone
traveling through space and time
out there somewhere
holding his cold hand
I couldn't weep
I sat with him
quietly
I felt the departure
I looked into his dead eyes
I saw the once animated, now empty vessel
I saw the difference
Eric
the reason I believe in something more
Eric the reason I write
Eric the reason I found meaning in life
Eric called, said he wanted to talk
I was at work couldn't get there til after 6pm
at 4:48 a indescribable sensation went through my body
I told my boss I had to go
I got to Eric's
the door was locked
I went thru a window
I called his name
nothing
I looked around
I found Eric in his room
he was laying in his bed
Eric was gone
Eric was dead
I looked at him
eyes still open
I couldn't take my eyes off of Eric
I grabbed his hand and held it
I kissed it
Eric wasn't there
he had left his body
he looked different
hollow
his essence gone
no longer in the vessel of his body
his eyes were empty
devoid of life
nothing
like a wax figure
he looks the same
yet the difference
Eric's soul was gone
traveling through space and time
out there somewhere
holding his cold hand
I couldn't weep
I sat with him
quietly
I felt the departure
I looked into his dead eyes
I saw the once animated, now empty vessel
I saw the difference
Eric
the reason I believe in something more
Eric the reason I write
Eric the reason I found meaning in life
No denial.
I wish that you’d trace your name on my shoulder
one last time
I wish I never left that spot in the hotel suite
Am I due to be on your mind?
Because since been that summer
I’ve been feeling so jaded
in places I never knew ached.
Wished you would have told me
Could have begged me to stay
It’s too much wishful thinking;
To wish you well,
and mean what I say.
I wish that you’d trace your name on my shoulder
one last time
I wish I never left that spot in the hotel suite
Am I due to be on your mind?
Because since been that summer
I’ve been feeling so jaded
in places I never knew ached.
Wished you would have told me
Could have begged me to stay
It’s too much wishful thinking;
To wish you well,
and mean what I say.
Anonymous
Your soul walked through me
Late last night
Life long enduring
The search for your light
Hesitant steps on the pavement
Vapourised breath on a window
Must have been you
As I stand looking through
I might catch
A glimpse of you
All I am remembering
You are in my veins
Under my skin
Alive within
Mourganna¤
Poem for Gran
Part of you in all of us
You made us who we are
You gave us joy and lots of love
Be you near or far
You didn’t need to tell us
How much you loved us so
We all know in our hearts
That love will never go
A generous heart with so much love
Was there so plain to see
Everything you did for us
No charge, no price, no fee
Now it’s time for you to rest
But live on within us all
You laid in peace, on that night
When God your name did call
Part of you in all of us
You made us who we are
You gave us joy and lots of love
Be you near or far
You didn’t need to tell us
How much you loved us so
We all know in our hearts
That love will never go
A generous heart with so much love
Was there so plain to see
Everything you did for us
No charge, no price, no fee
Now it’s time for you to rest
But live on within us all
You laid in peace, on that night
When God your name did call
~~~{ The Crimson Forest }~~~
Part One: Beyond the Flesh
One afternoon, I did perchance to fall into a dark-some slumber...
And, in that sleep, I found myself no longer of flesh encumbered.
Spirit-clad, I wandered past a farmland where the corn grew tall,
As two ravens clawed a scarecrow, just beyond an old stone-hewn wall.
Were they two the same as sat upon old Odin's shoulders strong,
Back in the days when gods taught us to sing their ancient songs?
Alone I passed them as I entered a forest thick with shadows dark,
As a fog of crimson hue did cling about the trees, and briars sharp.
Blood red was the primeval air, and whitest the snow on cliffs above,
Where no man climbed, nor woman, but there flew a solitary dove.
Alone I walked, yet I thought I spied my mother's shade at my side,
And comforted by her spirit, I found strength in me did swift abide!
Part Two: The Darkness Within
Fearful was my mother's shade, as we continued in that odd place,
Which she called the Witches' Wood, her words filled with a grace.
And I knew this wood symbolized those martyred in Salem long ago,
When sinless folk were guilty found, and killed in a time of true woe.
I have been a heretic in the eyes of the Church, more oft than not,
And so to this place my soul was drawn by bonds I had not wrought.
Along a rugged trail, thicker growing the brush with each step I took,
I neared the center of the crimson forest, and saw my mother's look.
A fear was in her eyes, for in the center was a darkness oh so deep,
That no light could penetrate its' depths, nor into the confines creep.
She fled from my side, and I alone was left to ponder the maelstrom,
As living shadows writhed into, and from, the dark core; like worms.
Part Three: Blood Red and Snow White
Braving all, I entered the darkness and heard my heart beating loud,
As the haze of the blood red fog and the darkness formed a cloud.
Tree branches and briars reached for me, and things more evil still...
When suddenly, a bolt of lightning carried something with divine will.
From Heaven to Earth, a being of light was she, with flesh like ivory...
Her eyes aglow with pale blue fire, her face lit by the flame of destiny.
Hair blowing upward, she pointed to me and I knelt before this being;
She was wisdom incarnate, and then I saw so much without seeing!
A stone tablet was given into my hands: by this goddess most bright.
As her words assured me that it would keep me safe in darkest night.
Then she went back to the stars, and tablet in hand, I walked slowly,
Beyond the darkness, where the forest continued with its' symmetry.
Part Four: The Path of Wisdom
Once more, my mother appeared by my side, and saw my tablet there;
I gazed upon it and beheld no words nor script, but black stone, bare.
My mother asked me what it meant, and I threw the stone far away...
For all the wisdom I may want was within me, and at my side that day.
As if I had unlocked the riddle of the dream, my mother faded at last,
Leaving me to walk along, having understood so well, wisdom's path.
I knew a higher power was with me, guiding my feet with each step...
And soon the blood-red fog was lifting, from the woods where it crept.
The path was far less crooked now than when I began the lonely road;
As a snow-white owl watched over me, my heart gave up every load.
I awoke from that wood to see the world with eyes so fresh and clear,
Knowing that a loving deity need not be distant; Wisdom is ever near!
Part One: Beyond the Flesh
One afternoon, I did perchance to fall into a dark-some slumber...
And, in that sleep, I found myself no longer of flesh encumbered.
Spirit-clad, I wandered past a farmland where the corn grew tall,
As two ravens clawed a scarecrow, just beyond an old stone-hewn wall.
Were they two the same as sat upon old Odin's shoulders strong,
Back in the days when gods taught us to sing their ancient songs?
Alone I passed them as I entered a forest thick with shadows dark,
As a fog of crimson hue did cling about the trees, and briars sharp.
Blood red was the primeval air, and whitest the snow on cliffs above,
Where no man climbed, nor woman, but there flew a solitary dove.
Alone I walked, yet I thought I spied my mother's shade at my side,
And comforted by her spirit, I found strength in me did swift abide!
Part Two: The Darkness Within
Fearful was my mother's shade, as we continued in that odd place,
Which she called the Witches' Wood, her words filled with a grace.
And I knew this wood symbolized those martyred in Salem long ago,
When sinless folk were guilty found, and killed in a time of true woe.
I have been a heretic in the eyes of the Church, more oft than not,
And so to this place my soul was drawn by bonds I had not wrought.
Along a rugged trail, thicker growing the brush with each step I took,
I neared the center of the crimson forest, and saw my mother's look.
A fear was in her eyes, for in the center was a darkness oh so deep,
That no light could penetrate its' depths, nor into the confines creep.
She fled from my side, and I alone was left to ponder the maelstrom,
As living shadows writhed into, and from, the dark core; like worms.
Part Three: Blood Red and Snow White
Braving all, I entered the darkness and heard my heart beating loud,
As the haze of the blood red fog and the darkness formed a cloud.
Tree branches and briars reached for me, and things more evil still...
When suddenly, a bolt of lightning carried something with divine will.
From Heaven to Earth, a being of light was she, with flesh like ivory...
Her eyes aglow with pale blue fire, her face lit by the flame of destiny.
Hair blowing upward, she pointed to me and I knelt before this being;
She was wisdom incarnate, and then I saw so much without seeing!
A stone tablet was given into my hands: by this goddess most bright.
As her words assured me that it would keep me safe in darkest night.
Then she went back to the stars, and tablet in hand, I walked slowly,
Beyond the darkness, where the forest continued with its' symmetry.
Part Four: The Path of Wisdom
Once more, my mother appeared by my side, and saw my tablet there;
I gazed upon it and beheld no words nor script, but black stone, bare.
My mother asked me what it meant, and I threw the stone far away...
For all the wisdom I may want was within me, and at my side that day.
As if I had unlocked the riddle of the dream, my mother faded at last,
Leaving me to walk along, having understood so well, wisdom's path.
I knew a higher power was with me, guiding my feet with each step...
And soon the blood-red fog was lifting, from the woods where it crept.
The path was far less crooked now than when I began the lonely road;
As a snow-white owl watched over me, my heart gave up every load.
I awoke from that wood to see the world with eyes so fresh and clear,
Knowing that a loving deity need not be distant; Wisdom is ever near!
- Upon a Scarlet Sky -
Upon the canvas of the heavens I did gaze.
Watching the east, the autumn sky above…
And in the early hours of the morning haze,
There came to me, one I once did so love!
She was golden of hair, eyes brightly blue,
Her flowing jumpsuit white, with flowers…
Of green and pink to complement her true.
I was still enamored of her heart’s powers,
To touch me deeply with but one glance…
And so I called to her, forgetting her name.
Centuries it had been since our romance…
But my heart was drawn, a moth to flame!
“Ariel!” she called to me and I was held…
By that invoking: of a name holding power.
Once, before that name the fearful so knelt,
When time was still young in its’ own hour!
I felt the sting of tears as I gazed upon her,
For bitter was the recalling of the old days.
Projections from the past, within did stir…
And she shone: as can a star’s golden rays.
Like the dawn, and with it came that flash,
Which is the illumination of truth’s courses.
I remembered feeling such heavenly wrath,
But it eased, with the aid of gentler forces!
“Call me Aurora”, she said with such grace,
And I bade her to hold me as once of old.
As I stood spellbound by her angelic face,
The great women spoke, with voice bold:
“I have ascended, and have such little time,
So one single kiss: will have to convey all.”
She kissed me, in the dawn most sublime,
As a scarlet like fire, upon the sky did fall.
I understood so much and I was weeping,
When she vanished from my side at last…
But some loves are not for mortal keeping!
Some memories belong to the distant past.
Upon the canvas of the heavens I did gaze.
Watching the east, the autumn sky above…
And in the early hours of the morning haze,
There came to me, one I once did so love!
She was golden of hair, eyes brightly blue,
Her flowing jumpsuit white, with flowers…
Of green and pink to complement her true.
I was still enamored of her heart’s powers,
To touch me deeply with but one glance…
And so I called to her, forgetting her name.
Centuries it had been since our romance…
But my heart was drawn, a moth to flame!
“Ariel!” she called to me and I was held…
By that invoking: of a name holding power.
Once, before that name the fearful so knelt,
When time was still young in its’ own hour!
I felt the sting of tears as I gazed upon her,
For bitter was the recalling of the old days.
Projections from the past, within did stir…
And she shone: as can a star’s golden rays.
Like the dawn, and with it came that flash,
Which is the illumination of truth’s courses.
I remembered feeling such heavenly wrath,
But it eased, with the aid of gentler forces!
“Call me Aurora”, she said with such grace,
And I bade her to hold me as once of old.
As I stood spellbound by her angelic face,
The great women spoke, with voice bold:
“I have ascended, and have such little time,
So one single kiss: will have to convey all.”
She kissed me, in the dawn most sublime,
As a scarlet like fire, upon the sky did fall.
I understood so much and I was weeping,
When she vanished from my side at last…
But some loves are not for mortal keeping!
Some memories belong to the distant past.
R.I.P my angel
quando minha avó morreu,
mil pessoas,
Disse mil coisas estúpidas para mim
e tudo que eu queria um deles
para me dar uma razão para não morrer.
(when my grandmother died,
a thousand people said a thousand stupid things to me
and all I wanted one of them to give me was a reason not to die.)
quando minha avó morreu,
mil pessoas,
Disse mil coisas estúpidas para mim
e tudo que eu queria um deles
para me dar uma razão para não morrer.
(when my grandmother died,
a thousand people said a thousand stupid things to me
and all I wanted one of them to give me was a reason not to die.)
Console me
A temper pairs me,
along with tears
Where am I
to go from here?
While time and space,
remain empty slots
And I used to rely on you
A Lot
Am I silly
Speaking to a ghost?
Who may still linger
Probably not
Who would match me up
And make me whole
Who took the time
and help soften the blow
When I needed a shoulder
you'd often be here
Maybe thats why this
Is such an ordeal
You're the only one
Who's heart could console
This crushed little girl,
who wishes you home
A temper pairs me,
along with tears
Where am I
to go from here?
While time and space,
remain empty slots
And I used to rely on you
A Lot
Am I silly
Speaking to a ghost?
Who may still linger
Probably not
Who would match me up
And make me whole
Who took the time
and help soften the blow
When I needed a shoulder
you'd often be here
Maybe thats why this
Is such an ordeal
You're the only one
Who's heart could console
This crushed little girl,
who wishes you home
Michael
Michael it hurts 19 years later
The way that you went was so unfair
I was still a child still younger than you
I remember that day like I remember my name
My mom called me down and mentioned your name
She said Michael has been in an accident
I laughed and said well is he okay
The tears ran down her face and I knew right then
I ran to my room not wanting to hear anymore
This is breaking my heart to write
I have never said these words before
I cried as you lay in that hospital bed
The hole in your head to decrease the pressure inside
Your eyes were shut and the tubes down your throat
I remember seeing your eyes twitch and calling the nurse in
I cried that entire day, sick to my stomach
I now understand why my mom let me see you
She knew it was good bye and she wanted to give me that
Still no closure only dysfunctional grieving
I hated that bitch who blew the stop sign
And sent you flying to land on your head
The doctor told us it was over, your brain stem was dead
Only 22 years old with a life yet to live
My cousin she mourned still pregnant with your first kid
I wanted to hang on to you and give it another week
They told my cousin it was over and shut off the machines
Your baby was born a few weeks after that day
Haley Michael my god child was as perfect as can be
She looked just like you and at night I would hold her and cry
So mad at the world for taking you before she was born
The 2 year old Lauren lost her daddy too
You were the only one there for her and she was too little to remember you
I listened to your c.d.'s and dreamed about you
I prayed to god that you would visit but I never saw you
The tragic end to this story is that my cousin also passed
Both of you gone it has been hard to grasp
My comfort is knowing that you were her first true love
You are back together now and she doesn't have to grieve anymore
I know you are watching over all of us now
Sometimes I think about what Michael would say if he were here
I love you forever
Michael it hurts 19 years later
The way that you went was so unfair
I was still a child still younger than you
I remember that day like I remember my name
My mom called me down and mentioned your name
She said Michael has been in an accident
I laughed and said well is he okay
The tears ran down her face and I knew right then
I ran to my room not wanting to hear anymore
This is breaking my heart to write
I have never said these words before
I cried as you lay in that hospital bed
The hole in your head to decrease the pressure inside
Your eyes were shut and the tubes down your throat
I remember seeing your eyes twitch and calling the nurse in
I cried that entire day, sick to my stomach
I now understand why my mom let me see you
She knew it was good bye and she wanted to give me that
Still no closure only dysfunctional grieving
I hated that bitch who blew the stop sign
And sent you flying to land on your head
The doctor told us it was over, your brain stem was dead
Only 22 years old with a life yet to live
My cousin she mourned still pregnant with your first kid
I wanted to hang on to you and give it another week
They told my cousin it was over and shut off the machines
Your baby was born a few weeks after that day
Haley Michael my god child was as perfect as can be
She looked just like you and at night I would hold her and cry
So mad at the world for taking you before she was born
The 2 year old Lauren lost her daddy too
You were the only one there for her and she was too little to remember you
I listened to your c.d.'s and dreamed about you
I prayed to god that you would visit but I never saw you
The tragic end to this story is that my cousin also passed
Both of you gone it has been hard to grasp
My comfort is knowing that you were her first true love
You are back together now and she doesn't have to grieve anymore
I know you are watching over all of us now
Sometimes I think about what Michael would say if he were here
I love you forever
Lottie Rose
Lottie Rose,
the one i used to see,
once a fortnight,
for 162 days.
She was a baby when I left,
my little sister and me,
little lottie rose,
where are you now?
Not in that terrible place now,
are you little lottie?
My little baby sister,
one that aged of almost three,
years old,
I had to leave her on her first birthday party,
the 17th of July,
I hope she's happy now.
little lottie Rose,
I still remember her little chuckle,
that she always made when I hurt myself,
She crawled like a caterphillar,
she hadn't yet learnt to walk,
I remember her toothy grin,
which she smiled every time I saw her;
And out the window i ponder,
Where is she now?
The only thing I can't remember,
of my little Lottie Rose,
i can't remember what she looks like.
There are no photos
Lottie Rose,
the one i used to see,
once a fortnight,
for 162 days.
She was a baby when I left,
my little sister and me,
little lottie rose,
where are you now?
Not in that terrible place now,
are you little lottie?
My little baby sister,
one that aged of almost three,
years old,
I had to leave her on her first birthday party,
the 17th of July,
I hope she's happy now.
little lottie Rose,
I still remember her little chuckle,
that she always made when I hurt myself,
She crawled like a caterphillar,
she hadn't yet learnt to walk,
I remember her toothy grin,
which she smiled every time I saw her;
And out the window i ponder,
Where is she now?
The only thing I can't remember,
of my little Lottie Rose,
i can't remember what she looks like.
There are no photos
