I watched...
while silent tears, of one-sided grief,
slowly ran in rivulets down my cheeks.
Last rights were spoken, but did nothing
to undo the wrongs.
DNR, written in blood red, screamed from off
the charted page of an empty file.
Life support was removed and helplessly I stood,
watching, waiting,
until the colors drained, a last breath was drawn
and all that remained, was white-sheeted regret.
~~~
No mourners, save for myself,
cared to view or grieve, or even offer comfort
to this bereaved soul.
I sat alone, in a high-backed, burgundy upholstered chair,
while somber music wafted past my ears
and parlor scents permeated my senses.
I eulogized out loud,
speaking of wasted time,
unmet goals, long-held regrets,
and unhealed scars,
but my words only echoed back, in taunt,
in the hollowness of the vacant chairs.
~~~
I, the lone mourner,
in single-filed procession,
marched,
unaccompanied,
past the weathered stones of others.
I said my 'goodbye' graveside,
as a soft rain fell, in a mingling of tears, and dirt, to mud...
Tossing one red rose
and a handful of rich, brown soil,
There...right there,
I buried my dreams,
a mere six feet below
my hopes.
Tardis
(time and relative dimension in space)
By jfarrell
(inspired by dr who)
This is why I love free verse…
My life story, history, autobio…..
Goes on for a billion pages…
But
In a poem
1 page, 4 stanzas
No rhyming couplets
But a rhythm that rocks your bones….
Kisses your soul
And dances the twist with your heart….
Here,
Not only can I describe what it felt like,
Back then,
I can whisk you away in my time machine
And you can feel it, experience it for yourself
And
If you’re familair with dr who…
You know to keep running away
Coz the daleks, cybermen and all horrible monsters
Running after you….
You look like their next dinner
I am the TARDIS.
A wordsmith.
But, still
A happily committed drunk!
If…
By jfarrell
(in regards to Rudyard Kipling’s masterpiece)
If…
You’re still standing, after all this time;
After all these many battles and defeats;
If…
When they rub salt in your wounds,
You can lick it out and spit it back at them;
If….
When they kick your legs from under you, you get up;
Because you’re too stupid to stay down;
If…
If only life had been nicer;
Seaside and ice cream;
Hugs and kisses from mum and dad
But…
But a lot of things;
And none of them matter
After all this time.
If…
If you can’t get even, get drunk;
So drunk, how much it hurts don’t matter;
If…
You’re sleeping ‘out’ tonight;
Keep warm, it’s gonna be a cold one;
If…
I, we, all cared more,
And life was very different from what it is;
If….
John Lennon invited us to imagine;
And we could all imagine that dream enough to share it.
What if….?
There is no obligation.
No urge, no restraint, no frustration.
A weak chain that in the wind may blow,
A strong and sturdy, heavy chain, no.
There is no choice,
No choice to be made.
No need to rejoice,
No suffering forbade.
For us to make meet, there are no ends,
For I see no obligation there, my friends.
Ambient Mood
Softly aglow in the heavenly parlor,
set amid countless stars gathered by night
Outside the window - a moon of amber shine,
capturer of souls with its enchanting light
With a glimmer from mist in transfixed eyes,
hypnotic lure prompts inspired thoughts to muse
Far off on a world where hopes find their home,
fulfilled life and heart are the ones you choose
Swept up by the whispers of overhead skies,
dormant voices in self - from here to there
Images erasing shadows - fashioned by strife,
tears into smiles from the breath of despair
Peering past the room to further than beyond,
foreign dreams to slumber waken to opened mind
Pleasures that await - familiar for this while,
replace toils tossed away, leaving them behind
Beside your bed, curtains whisked by a breeze,
ambiance - with songs from a Whip-poor-will
Summer eve sounds help instill the pensive mood,
from comfort of pillow - destiny to fulfill
Softly aglow in the heavenly parlor,
set amid countless stars gathered by night
Outside the window - a moon of amber shine,
capturer of souls with its enchanting light
© C.E.Vance
Gone today
Was here before
What was my joy
Walked out the door
All that I lived
Now is gone
All is lost
What once was won
Nothing left
There’s nothing more
All my dreams
Crashed on the floor
My hopes are shattered
Forsaken, bereft
There’s nothing left
CINQUAIN
HOPES
Hopes
and dreams
once again shattered
tossed into the ocean
drowning.
copyright by heather burns
CINQUAIN
HOPES
Hopes
and dreams
once again shattered
tossed into the ocean
drowning.
copyright by heather burns
Do I think too small?
Do I think at all?
If i have a thought does it matter?
all my little thoughts must lead somewhere for me.
i'm not sure where to be but i'm not sitting here for free.
all my dreams get filed in number 13, how can i think bigger thoughts for me?
i cut myself short and talk myself down.
i hold balloons but never leave the ground.
i make up words so i can say i'm smart, but it's all nonsense, just like my thoughts.
take me up to the clouds i will live there.
fill my head with trivial crap so i won't need it.
i know which way to turn if i never go left.
do i think about you?
do i think about me?
if i think about us does it matter?
all my little thoughts don't add up to anything for me.
i'm not convinced i have what it takes to make it big.
all my hopes get dashed in salt and pepper, how can i think of a better flavor?
i crack myself up and drown myself out.
i slash the tires on my think i can bus.
if my life was a movie, i'd play dumb and dumber, but it's all stupidity, just like my thoughts!
bury my head in the sand i like it there.
ignorance is comfortable and i wear it everywhere.
i know you don't trust me i lie because i want too.
do i think this poem sucks?
do i think you are bored?
if i think it's time to quit does it matter?
all my little thoughts evaporate into air.
i'm quivering in anticipation of my fears.
all my cleverness ran out about 10 years ago so none of this matters!