Abstract Poems (471)

Slowy moving though my minds demise.
Hearing mumblings as others reminisce.
Some smile and laugh an ode to you and your amazing life.
Lyrics, jokes and thoughts, all manner of sadness disguised.

With wine in hand, I smile a story from youth I recall.
A breeze can be seen as the plants you planted bend and petals and leaves fall.
Your garden is full of life and colour and its movements enchant my sight.
I first set eyes on the sorrow that now haunts me.

There you sit unruffled and yet you set my mind to muddle.
One Magpie with eyes like magnificent black pearls.
Your sit alone and stare.
I look to the sky’s above to see your friends to complete the rhyme.
But it seems sorrow is my faith at this time.

The sands of time flow your presence, your stare.
A constant that fuels my despair.
I look to sky’s, I try, I look to my soul.
The pain I feel I lie.

I look to the skies to find your friends.
But is just me and you locked in a sorrowful stare.
I look to the darkened ground of the garden, and this is where your friend is found.
Amongst the fallen debris.
Of leaves, petals, branches, and shards.
Is a decaying Magpie, now a maggot ridden tomb.

I reflect and ponder; Did I deliver sorrow to you?

May your heart be happy and your days be bright,
May your roads be smooth and your burdens light,
May you find your dreams and touch a star.
And never forget how special you are, just like your beautiful smile and your eyes.

Darkness reigns
As the crispiness of breath
The chill in the air, increasing
As it collides with the tears
That fall descending from grace

In the midnight hour,
A glimmer of a flame flickers
Searching for warmth
Amid this wretched feeling

With depression leaning towards grief
A parting of ways happens at dawn
Annhiliating my negative neglect and belief
As daylight, the autumn morning begins to yawn
As sunrise and hope for life is reborn

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And for this presentation!,
For all this mad frustration!,
For this price - kindly be seated in this room!, -
And the good for nothing!,
That all made us something!,
Only to march to a different tune!, ---

-- And being alone,
It's not all that bad?,
Sometimes being sad,
Sometimes glad, ---

And for the servants that are serving you wine!,
All dressed in white!,
Wearing crooked smiles!,
Perhaps its medication time - again?!, -
Always want!,
But never need!,
Fall hard!,
But land on your feet!,
Only to march to a different tune! ---

-- And being alone,
May I speak bold?,
Rarely warm,
Mostly cold, --

Perhaps I'm speaking way to soon?!,
As you're not really so alone here!,
In this room?!,
Maybe love is not that far away?!, -
But who am I to even tell?!.
To tell such madness?!,
Unless you've been to Hell?!,
So many times we've all been there!, ---

--And being alone,
Motionless, but we knew?,
And the game remains the same,
Only to march - to a different tune, ----------------

Falling down into a ..... hole of depression. I am sinking further down without no helping hand to guide me. Feeling lower than the dirt on the bottom of your shoes. That you just pick off,throw away. For if I just did not exist I think that would make it easier and make. you happier for you. You will be glad if I just disappeared as everything I do it's not good enough. For if you feel that way why do. you want me to stay. If only want me just to be verbally abused by you. To treat bad I wish I was dead! Do you wish the same ? Maybe you have a worst faith for me? Do you even still love me? Do we just exist together or do you love me? This question I will never know the answer to. Garbage waiting to be thrown away is how I feel each and every day. Does anyone else feel this way?

Splashes of red engulfed the now quiet meadow
Tranquil to a fault, reflective battle in regret, conceded
As the poppies held their heads up high, swaying
Looking over the cascading cliffs at the stormy sea
And as the soldiers wistfully remember, today was the day
That the fallen gave their lives, memories of the pain
The bloodshed, the wounds, the gunshots and the dead
When death himself carried away those souls that had fought
Valiantly in the front line, memories which fled their very grasp
Of ghosted fingertips, lost in their fight, when the survivors won
Their right to stay on this day of rememberance Sunday
We mourn the loss of those that once lived, to give
Freedom, peace, and all that happened from before

A day of reckoning, with warring forces that thought
That it would not ever be stopped or won
When the dead of that era, and the living are here now
And the world remembers them, the wars they pledged
Their lives to their country, to do the duty that required
Strength, luck, digilence and instinctive skills
To survive another day, a piece in the chessboard,
Pawns that swept across the same old black and white
Pieces used that travelled across the world with all their might
To ensure that the wars were won and that no other war
That could take its place, indeed, when all was said and done

Those poppies have a lot to say in so very little words
They stand for the voices of the forgotten, when all was left Unsaid, those that gave their lives for us today
When the world, the tears that had been shed
...

We have no need for reminders what the wars were about
But to this day, we remember them, as the sombre words say all
Within the realities of today as traditions and legacies live on

In its reach into the heavens
Take a deep breath to describe
The moment in our lives
When we feel sheer ecstasy

The seasons do seem to appear
Down the mountainside slide
All the fallen grasses and leaves
And everything in between

And a river that winds through it
Bringing nourishment and life
Reminding us our mortality
From our birth to our death

Counting our blessings like petals
Falling from flowers that bloom
Take stride in our long journey
From the mountains to the sea

I count one of my own days
And greet each morning sunrise
With great reasons to hope
And much much more to surmise

A mountain full of gold, just double it up but still won’t be enough for a man

The castle on the hill's consciousness dreamed
Of a new era, where time itself stands still
In this vortex where light and life is well met
Throughout the age of history, imposters might apply
With swords that parry, coinside with the scholar's pen
Warring words that might cause conflict deep inside

The walls of this castle that has withstood the sweat
Built from man's own hands and against the oceans' wave
Weathered but beaten conflict, strength within, pride comes
Before the fall, that questions the ownership of mine
Discernment made, as to who sits on that silver throne
Picking up the pieces of the jigsaw, as the debris
That was once called home

And its this castle particularly that has secrets to hide
Concealment trapped in its own kin lies, a traitor among us
Setting a trail of embers, as the phoenix does indeed emerge
Tornados of fire that clear the path through the conflict free
Leaving the travellers on the path aware in its wake
After making the resolute decision that these travellers make
Hearts heavy, they turn back towards home, knowing
That nobody in this time can pick up their mobile 'phones

By the ember that rises higher with the breeze
Bringing the traitor in question down to his knees
The travellers, warriors in their own making, stated
And created a warm fire bursting forth from the pit of their bellies
Wading through the wreckage and healing through the swelling

A pen that wields swords with magnimamous wit
That can parry as any warrior can with inspiration, tremendously lit
Will fire the hearts of many that read this through with warmth from above
That feeling which unites us is indeed called
Love