Devotion

To Stephen Fry

From Irony, an alien planet, to our Earth

you have arrived in shape of lilac pollen

and come into full blossom veiling ponds.

All our human dreams, ideas, pains,

these shaky earthly shades have come to life

with that the only whiff of lilacs,

which filled the gardens and the minds.

Oh in this alien aroma we can see

all earthly platitude,

all silliness and fibs get withered.

Brought by a cosmic concordance,

the lilacs of your planet are a good

and extraordinary property for us:

the fragrance robs the life of smell of nonsense.  

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Tired Kingdom

In the smallest kingdom

Of the cheapest ornaments and decor

Lay the court, with tired eyes

Trying to decide the day's proceedings

The king in all his momentous grandeur

Stays so still upon his throne

Against the tower he leans

Struggling to fight the boredom

His eldest knight, lady she was

Awaits an order to stand and fight

But she found no call, just a yawn

She rests her sword and stretches a bit

The jester's eyes stayed so bright

As he fought the heavy of midday

Staring out the palace glass

Trying to find an inspired laugh

Their subjects napping, ignoring all

As the king shifts against the day

The royal order tries to wake

But sees no reason to oppose the sands

With none to question order

And none against the gates

They found their place kind of sorry

As the rest of the world kept their word

It was peace, it was tiresome

The kingdom tried to rest its head

The court found themselves cozy

And agreed to only close their eyes

The time passed by, no wars would rise

The king, the knight, the jester child

They loved those that they protected

But wished to feel like the royalty that they were

So exhausted, were they needed?

Those who served them wished them well

And so they fell, and slept so soundly

Hoping that things may be more exciting tomorrow.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Two cats, a dog, and a condo.

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A PASTOR'S PRAYER

O, Father, keep me in Your plan

and by Your Grace sustain me

in guidance to Your precious lambs,

in service, counsel, and ministry.



These, Lord, are Your beloved sheep

and now my particular blessing!

Joy -- full! forever! -- my heart shall keep

as You teach us in Your leading.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For Pastor Tom S.

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away from you (its a song to my wife while i was in iraq)

{chourus}  it's been so many days away from you,

i sit thinking i wont make it through the days away from you.

i'm longing for your breath upon my face,

longing to feel your warmth next to me, but here i am away from you.

i'm just playing the game that just needs to be played,

and i'm begging for an end to this nightmarish hell called war,yet here i am away from you.  





i soldier on in your name, with thoughts of you in my heart,

i know that you pray for me as your heart slowly breaks,

know that im here thinking of you as i slowly go along restless and breaking everday.

but my thoughts of you carry me on in a land so far away from you.





{chourus}  it's been so many days away from you,

i sit thinking i wont make it through the days away from you.

i'm longing for your breath upon my face,

longing to feel your warmth next to me, but here i am away from you.

i'm just playing the game that just needs to be played,

and i'm begging for an end to this nightmarish hell called war,but here i sit away from you.





i know you're laying there thinking of the times it was just you and i.

alas i want you to remember i'm always thinking of you,

and know that i'm fighting here to keep you safe and warm at night in our bed.

though i know you wish it was just me and you,

always remember that i am killing here to keep these things away from you laying there.





{chourus}  it's been so many days away from you,

i sit thinking i wont make it through the days away from you.

i'm longing for your breath upon my face,

longing to feel your warmth next to me, but here i am away from you.

i'm just playing the game that just needs to be played,

and i'm begging for an end to this nightmarish hell called war,here i am away from you.





so i lock away my fear for you and throw away all my pain to fight on.

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02-18 Equanimity

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To truly dream is daring,

reserved for the dedicated

bravest of the few

tenacious chasers

of ever changing goals.



The few will have the dream

yet fewer still will follow through,

the former wasting their commitment

on a fading static view.



Status Quo is easy to achieve

success even more so

but a dream is something bigger

something harder to control.



For,

to truly dream opposes

prescribed forms of sanity and

in fact, the only cure

of maddened mindsets

that only search out souls.



Insanity’s release

enabled only by pursuit

of such intangible designs

which refuse to follow suit.



These kind of dreams often mocked,

patronized and disbelieved

unappreciated in their time

have legacies to leave.



To truly dream is foreign,

in such a hope there lies the only

chance to reconcile

the criticisms

that threaten greatest minds.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is simultaneously one of those narrow gate vs. broad gate things as well as the rarity of full realization of self.

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How I shouldn't feel

You didnt break my heart

It was broken once before

The pieces just fell apart

And are scattered on the floor.



Please dont pick them up

It's better for them to lay

I can not put it back together

I want this feeling to go away



I knew the truth and what was right

Before you even told me

And the truth I tell myself is

Maybe we arent meant to be.



I will tell you

I'm okay, when really I am not

The pain is so tremendous

I must say, this is the chance I never got.



Maybe one day, This will work

And all will be fine

Your feelings for her are so strong

I just cant think about mine.



But if time passes and she isnt right

And love isnt meant to be

Just remember all we've been through

And how much you will always mean to me.♥

Author's Notes/Comments: 

If you ever read this. i hope you understand

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01-04 Vacancy

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Reminders, emptiness

rampantly upon my broken spirit

moths to dismay instead of flame



If the shore could feel the breaking

of the waves upon its face,

forcing its cold, relentless embrace,

it would huddle meek and shaking.



No way to change its lot,

or to ask the waves abate,

the shore resigns to wait

until the water presses not.



Reminders, emptiness

rampantly upon my shattered love

misery wishes to be left alone.



I have a hotel with one room,

all new inside and cozy.

The last tenant left it clean,

the key returned to my care



The light has glowed on since,

my neon invitation drawing travelers.

I’ve been turning them away.

Each day my sign will flash:

“Vacancy”

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Iraq Boy

I wait for the call,

that you won't return.

I wait for the call,

that I dread every day you're gone.

It hasn't come,

but I still wait.

Because the day it does,

I do not want to be

another woman

who drops the plate and let's it shatter.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

It kills me to know that you're away, but I think it kills me more to know that it is war that seperates us.

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Forever Yours

i will be your wings, to hide and to hold you,

i will be the angel that ever watches your back.



when you look to the stars you can feel my high,

when i am looking back and feel you watching too.



there i will stay, as i forever hold you

there you will be, as my arms secure your mind.



forevermore and always, i will be here,

forevermore i will be your friend, forever yours.

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