In lofty dreams
Its best to let everyone who reads this make their own assessment. I have not a clue of the inspiration of this poem at the moment.
The Plagiarist (My USB)
For those who cut/copy/paste/print out another's original work, from this site; and claim it as their own. Advice to other (original) CS poets: copy your work, to your own personal USB (or similar) as soon as you post. I have just looked at time of viewing stats for my work here; and seen that about 40 of my poems have been "viewed" in the space of ten minutes, which, to put it mildly, is pretty far-fetched. This leads me to suspect, that some mischief is at play here (I may be wrong).
"Letter from a wolf"
Your depravity, the raging bull that didn’t spare the tip of its horns. You’re a rose with too many blood thirsty thorns. On your chess board, I’m just another sacrificial pawn. You won’t miss me when I’m gone. So pierce your daggers, carve your
Dreams Of You
Loneliness is often just like dreaming for someone missing from your heart
Blind pursuit
In a blind pursuit of forgotten dreams I lay to rest upon a mountain beside silver streams There was a day I believed and thought I could not be deceived It was just a matter of how life was perceived Today I sit in darkness watching the sand
"STRONGER?"
About one's mental exhaustion ...
HAIKU FOR YOU (with bonus feature of author's interpretation) - "What do ghost see in a mirror?"
"What do ghosts see in a mirror?" Oak's underbelly. where dreams appeal naturally mom slipped from the crypt. Oak's u
ERASED AND UNWRITTEN
A story of a long-distant relationship with a closeted monster / predator ...
Lightning skies
Darkness hails Purple blue flashes White lightning Booms and cracks Stretch across darkened skies Hail wind blows gust those teeth of flashes Boom s across lightning flashes freezing rain lashes whips of light cracks the blackened sky
Sonnet #17
In the earlier sonnets, the poet's main concern was to persuade the youth to marry and reproduce his beauty in the creation of a child. That purpose changes here in Sonnet 17, in which the poet fears that his praise will be remembered merely as a "poet's rage" that falsely gave the youth more beauty than the youth actually possessed, thus expressing an insecurity about his poetic creations that began in the preceding sonnet. This disparaging tone concerning the sonnets is most evident in line 3, in which the poet characterizes his poetry as a "tomb." Such death imagery is appropriate given the frequent incorporation of time, death, and decay images throughout the first seventeen sonnets. Ironically, the poet, who has been so concerned about the young man's leaving behind a legacy at death to remind others of his priceless beauty, is now worried about his own future reputation. Will his poems be ridiculed by readers who disbelieve the poet's laudatory praise of the young man's beauty? Not, says the poet, if the youth has a child by which people can then compare the poet's descriptions of the youth's beauty to the beauty of the youth's child — now asking the youth to have a child in order to confirm the poet's worthiness. The sonnet's concluding couplet links s*xual procreation and versification as parallel activities: "But were some child of yours alive that time, / You should live twice — in it and in my rime." The poet's task is an endless struggle against time, whose destructive purpose can only be frustrated by the creation of fresh beauty or art, which holds life suspended.
Oh! My Cripled Soul
Oh, My Crippled Soul! Abandoning the thought of love is like a pitchfork that pierced a heart that didn't bleed That which became my enemy was twice as bad I smile crookedly at life, unapologetic if I am scared and scorned Oh, my crippled soul!
Stealing
We lost our WOW program at work due to five people who were using the program to line their pockets, and my mom waits to see her freedom stolen from her as her beloved grandson has used her love as a whip against her.
A thousand islands in the sea
A thousand islands in the sea I am an island, all on my own, Eroded by the oceans foam, God’s heaven temporarily on loan, Like a grazing sheep, free to roam. A thousand islands in the sea, A plethora of souls isolated like me, I am a chron
Last Dance
Rather mindless fascination and inspiration gotten looking out my kitchen window as old leaves and grass and flower head were whipped up into the air by the wind swirling around the corner of the back porch.
Halloween special - Hooded chair
Now which one would you think would be the infamous chair that even Napoleon sat the night before his defeat? Trivia. . . its a real story and rumours has it that it is sold to a private collector for 100,000 pounds in the mid 19th century Had a special poem just for Halloween,but i don't think i could get it up coz still not even half done yet,so this is a good ghost story for this trick and treat night. . .. Happy Halloween to all Poets from Ancient Bullman
Spectre of the night
You feel a breath a icy chill Cold to touch You stand and stir on edge Was something Thier From corners eye you spy This thing a person stands and stirs Icy breath that chills your bones You stand and watch for no person there they see y
Enter the light i
I dreamed of light A up hill tunnel so bright Shines from heaven above Voices heard from distant past Familiar sounds Voices long gone They sound familiar could be my mum Long time gone taken in her prime We dare not make a sound you lis
Drugs
I find reasons to stay out of the drug problem, thou I have indulged in pop and junk food, which is probably one of the biggest contributors to our lowering of life expectancy in this country.
The Hooded Chair (French)
did it with imtranslator
Alone
This is a poem to remind us that with age we become lost from friends are families that once we where always with and as time goes by we lose touch with them
Six walls
Six sides I can not move look within These six walls Contained ears closed To the dreams around I can't bare the sounds The scream the bangs Locked within these walls Of others locked in these walls Where I am now stripped of motion o
God
Questions that run through my head sometimes...
Fear
A lil dark poetry on mental wellness...
warrior
he grew up tall in this small land and worked the beaches field and strand until reward won mind and hand and left his youth for golden band so two were paired to understand that marraige took its own demand "what then?" cried Yeat
Dream Walker
The darkness and uncertainty of life during this pandemic is very unnerving.
Talking Tina
I was watching the Twilight Zone episode The Living Doll.
Destiny
Take away my sin Don't cast me aside For I feel hollow within My strength withers My arms are thin My body withers From decades toil Now broken my strength gone Where has life gone My strength now faltering My body broken Oh wher
Surf
5am.. I take my board and smell the sky the tide swims round the breeze a spell and says goodbye the initial hit of cold and salt gives way to sound I think of you and your eyes of dew fall on my ground and all the stuff we shar
questions
could a woman love the light could she'd gladly lease each part could the angel of our darkness make a mooring in her heart could a human heart beat answers so each vein would never cease could a good soul stalk it's death so all death would
The End Times
The "damage done" by idiots.....
Pandemic
Streets silent Lockdown begins We hide from the unseen for the silent killer lurks On winds of breath carried blown in the wind can't be seen can't be heard you are there unseen life turned upside we hide inside alone in solitude in bu
Don't Send Me There
I had over an hour conversation with my mom on the possibility of her going into a nursing home. The song at the beginning of my poem is Devil Inside.
scars
Pop, it's that time of year when Christmas is nearby the earth has made its trip again around the velvet sky we fought like tigers all the time we both could not back down and once I grew beyond your frame I stood and beat you down
Breakout
A parody song of Breakout by Swing Out Sister about the corovirus. We have ten people at work who have been infected in the last two weeks.
I Need You, Here Now
Mental illness progresses.......
As You Were
Seems like this present darkness will never end.
Silence rewind reset
Silence Cities once loud lies now on silent ears Inside they hide Afraid to go out side Locked away Thier own prison cell TVs on 24 /7 Solitude they hide Only venture for food and pay the bill They hide from the unknown unseen dan
Departed
Missing someone…..
Old Bones
Sitting on a shoreline examining pieces of old fossilized bones.
the trail
she looks at me.. some small hotel in some small town.. her dark curls run along the corridor of her pale shoulder.. her words hit home.. " you know, buster.. when your lust is emptied.. and your belly is full, you can pull down your awnings.. but yo
RESTLESS & LOST
The feeling ..hard to explain I recognise myself only in name the sense of self merely a shell the only feeling - living in hell The light - end of tunnel is barely in sight as sleeplessness reigns yet another night So much to live for but la
Almost Drowning
*Narrabeen - A Sydney beach The true story of how I almost drowned on Christmas Day, when I was nine years old, and how my father rescued me - saving my life. ^ edit.......17/6/20 (Sydney).