Poetry Megathread

DaneScott wrote: »

this broke my heart a little bit.

God, all this back slapping is great. Long live the megathread.

... what rhymes with megathread?.....

Hark the Horror

Once, whilst perambulating, free,

Appeared in front of me,

At the opposite end of the street,

Opportunity. Two Routes, side by side,

Severed. Along with all ties.



These were not roads.

Though there was sign posts,

They said nothing of where to go.

They did however remark on my chosen road.

As I embarked into the next fold.



Hark the horror in the new hole.

Hell unfurled meant no control.

Storytellers shared nothing of stories to be told.

For fear of the unknown sequestering the soul,

Placing it in the hold of a troll.



To be consumed alongside a child.

As so, speculation saw me into the wilds.

No advice rendered me a tender slice

Of prime choice, a canvas for vice.

No path chosen was good enough for light.



All demons doling out night,

To cloud judgement, led logic to flight.

I took a life. Though I'm unsure

Where I came across one that pure.

I'm sure it took all my allure.



The same power to lure,

Trap and deconstruct, I'm sure

Is in all of you crooks

And can be teased out to hook

You into killing for fun. For a ****.

My youth is the youth of the wasted
my body the body cultivated
my ambition does not exists it
is a wraith of fear that gnaws at my composure
my rage is the rage of the righteous the rage of the
silent the rage of a reflection that roars back
my skin is scarred and broken
my mind a kaleidoscope of half thoughts and dreams

My love the love of the angel
screamed into a chasm with no echo in return
My hand is a hand unaccepted
My affection a useless limb.

The streets are my streets of rage
the bars my refuge of imagination
My smile is the smile of a liar

alone,
cowering in the stillness,
waiting for the moment
the charge of confidence appears

with it all doubt and excuses rescind,
and the page no longer leers
mocking the emptiness of my soul.
tentative steps to overcome the fear
provide light to depth inside

Maybe this world will provide,
the beauty that it hides
Eventually.

bettybc wrote: »

Love this, great imagery

cheers

Might as well join in.......

THIEF

You stole from me, you took my soul,
You grabbed my life and ate it whole.
Mother, Brother, Sister, Son,
My peace, my love, my stars and sun.

Sly and nice, your sneaky tricks
Promise fun and harmless kicks.
You Lie and cheat, and play your game
Feasting on my guilt and shame.

You stole my wife, my friend, my core.
You left her feeling like some whore,
Beaten by your lies and mine,
Shame and pain in every line.

Forgetting who I was before,
Taking some and wanting more.
Losing track of twisted lies
I crawled to claim my rotten prize.

Bastard, made me just like you,
Denying everything that’s true.
Cancer, Virus, weeping sore,
You’ve had enough – you’ll take no more.

Bowed and beaten, bloody mess,
I stand before them and confess,
I tell the truth, I break your law,
I trust myself, forgive my flaw.

You cannot steal again from me,
I know you now and clearly see
Your rotten fruit, your stinking wine,
And say at last, it’s YOURS, not mine.

Daylight comes; your time is past,
And mine is near at hand at last.
A time for truth and honest pain,
To love and laugh and cry again.

For years I dwelled in subterranean lair,
absent of anything, save total despair.

The darkness became me, and I eventually, it.

The blackness I mirrored, fed and adored.
My veins froze solid, heartbeat ignored.
A void lake. Deep.
Unexplored.

Til sunlight broke my trance, with a stray ray.
First recognition of beauty, the gift of day.
I emerged into some world, unsought,
fearfully afraid.
Surrounded by colour, I cowered in shade.

I cursed and I spat, and I hissed and cried.
The coldness I was
thawed, withered, died.
But that was all I had known,
what was I now? No sense of my own
self or place.
A nameless stranger, a pallid face.

The others I met were blind to me.
The sun they felt not, nor beauty could see.
Chanting their questions, rhetorically.
Life was their sentence, equally
lived and served, unknowingly.

Slowly I waded into the light,
Always returning, to the nothing of night.
Until once I did not. I stayed, bathed in the sun.

One life had ended, another begun.

Something strange, new to learn
empathy seems a strange burden to bear,
why should anyone care
about a life alien to them.

however to learn,
something that seems so strange,
find that you have some humanity left
brings hope for a better fit

let life begin again,
maybe we will see a friend
and finally care.

i have an awful reputation
but people, just don't understand
i just do what, i have to
there is nothing underhand

i am never, ever welcomed
but, i do have lots of mates
and i like to roam around a bit
so i, visit many states

but when i've gone, i'm not forgotten
i fact, for many many years
i am a locust, one of billions
and all i leave behind..are tears

Me and my Little Boy, Stargazing


we stared, he and i
into a sky
of distant and glimmering
possibilities

so far and so cold

as the frost took hold
and the hardened grass broke
easily beneath
our feet

cassiopeia, orion
the arcane drawings
of ancient times

I said to him
what we could see
was the past
he nodded
then at last
said he didn’t understand

instead he put his hand
gently
in my hand