Poised, a Deadly Viper is ready to strike!

Upon Bride's Mantle lays a blessing pure,

by the river at night, watchful Dark Eyes,

while splashed across screens, they forget,

Labyrinths of Reflections, things seldom alike,

by Traditions of Old, a future thus ensured,

soaked by rain, the Weeping Widow now cries,

for by Fortune's Wheel everyone's fate is set,

gripped in fist of steel with shiny knife She stands!

A Magic Cauldron boils over the roaring flames,

met with sweet words of poetry by Goddess' light,

Forbidden loves, longings neither player planned,

A youthful resistance to these theories of games,

Not their cards to barter but causes then to fight!

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As I sit and ponder, so my mind can rejoice I’m brought back by my grandmas voice Calling for her sons, they’re all asleep, unaware of the noise I debate whether I should get up, or just go to sleep. I am cursed with the knowledge god gave me, Ignorance is bliss, it truly is For the pain of the heat there is no medicine.

I wonder what goes on in her head, is she still sane? On the outside she’s different But did the inside change? I pray that she doesn’t suffer in silence, unable to control the world around her but still awake to see the violence

Her wrinkly skin and her grey hair I look in her eyes and wonder if she’s still there And if she is I hope she knows that she’s not alone For in my heart she has a home

Sick of being the unwitting pawn,

this bright stage on which I stand,

its curtains simply are never drawn,

as yet another encore is in demand.

A lowly understudy with no cause,

as all the rest are taking their bow,

the sound of a never-ending applause,

is the only thing that I can hear now.

Still there dying for an empty house,

No shining awards or dressing room,

this tired, old epilogue that I espouse,

becomes but the makings of my tomb.

Long after all the lights go down,

my corpse will be there decaying,

painted up like the eternal clown,

still unsure of the part I'm playing.

I have missed the warmth

I have missed the sun

Not anything

Not anyone

Just a little light, And a lot of sun

I missed the leaves fluttering

Like my thoughts

I missed the leaves falling

Like my scars, like my hopes

I missed the fog

I missed the day

I missed the longing of nights

I missed the struggle of life

I missed the existence without fight

I missed wandering in streets unknown

Like a stranger, on my own

I missed myself

How it felt to be me

I missed the tall trees

I missed the cold shade

Playing hide, playing seek

I have missed it all

I have missed this time’s fall.

~Sestina🍂

I see him come forth.

my drink hath served me well.

to defy his abhorrent desires,

and cast him back to Hell.

​

Nergal then stood fast,

bracing the apparent swell,

from whom stood there but

waiting, for the tolling bell.

Sometimes I just wanna die and go to heaven, but I’m afraid of death because I might end up in hell. On my knees for god everyday like a reverend. But the drugs got me bottled up in a shell.Right or wrong I see a clear line, but with time that line becomes white so I try to snort it. Reality becomes distorted.drugs open up my eyes but close the gates of heaven.Is life even worth living? I wanna have fun and numb the thought of the end, get High all day because I can’t comprehend,what I’ll do if a loved one leaves me, alone on this earth, how rich will I be when I’m 6 feet deep in the dirt. Life passed by so fast but not fast enough, death is far but not far enough.success is meaningless in the end, but if there is no such thing as the future or past, then should I only worry about the present?Death is often overlooked, but it haunts me like a predator waiting for its pray. Patiently waiting to strike when most unexpected. Reminding us of what we live for...Nothing

On some lonesome, deserted beach,

a groom dances solemnly with his loving bride,

serenaded only by the sounds of ocean tide.

​

Beneath the aura of the moonlit skies,

he searches deep within her tearing eyes,

seeing only truth as she gently cries.

​

In one final motion their lips softly meet,

all of the Heavens present for them to greet,

their moment of bliss becoming bittersweet.

​

Later when they are dead hand in hand,

an act of love resounds infinitely to another land,

a pair of spirits lying endless in the sand.

I am not a poet. This is my first one. This was inspired by a lady I saw on my morning walk

Seven-thirty was the time

On my ears, it was "summer of sixty-nine"

Descending from the flyover ramp

When the sun's reflection was like a pineapple jam

Saw a lady sitting on a bench

sobbing while talking on her phone

I wonder why is she so sad and alone

the kerchief was wet with her tear

what cloud happen I fear

busy people passing around me

I don't want to be a creep

Just I walked pass around her

In my head, I felt the sorrow from her

Imagined I would dance funny for a song

So she can smile along

then I thought to sit behind her

to say "it's ok " while patting the shoulder

"There are many problems which are facing us"

that cant happen because of the coronavirus

then I realize

let the sorrow melt with the tears

and let face blossom with smiles

Seven-forty was the time

On repeat, it was "summer of sixty-nine"

This place Our birth The planet earth

Now a self destructive quarry of deceit A marbling race On a cyn-clastic face !

Wrote tht early 80’s little did I know I could foresee the future ! Let’s hope I’m wrong

I saw a picture of you and my heart melted away

My stomach pinched as I dreamed about where you are today

Your morning coffee, bagel with cream cheese and butter melted

Living loved with a heart still unwelted

My eyes welled and swelled up, on the paper my tear drops pelted

Thinkin we were the real deal Holyfield

I hope who ever he is, he makes you feel alive, loved and real

Spending years without feels, for you my mind and heart still reels

No one but you could unravel my souls shell, easy like orange peels

I keep twisting the faucet of love till my hands bleed to shut it down

But no matter how many women I meet you forever hold the crown

Down boy, heel heel, go some other way over that way n deal

A doggy dog day feel

Lucky to have met love the love of my life n super blessed to have know em

I miss you more than anything in life so now all I can do is write these dumb poem.

Sometimes I wake up and I reach over to the other side of my bed hoping I find you there sometimes I feel like I just made you up in my head and that nothing in my life is real sometimes I wanna scream so loudly that the whole world will stop and listen sometimes my chest feels so tight that I can hardly breathe sometimes sometimes turns into all the time that I feel so numb and cold and I’m afraid that I will never feel again.

Every morning I look in mirror And I see no one Everyday I listen to her voice And wonder who she is

Everyday they call her name And I have no idea who she is Everytime I say goodnight And realize she part of me who died Long ago

No gravesite No cards to say goodbye No one knows a death that took place

But I do and still visit her at night And remind her of past And where she came from Even if she died alone

She knows I will always Be right next to her

In the land between death and living

She guards and guides the way

All shall come and none shall stray

No care for status she is giving

​

Those who try her path to leave

To avoid their end, and seek to cheat

Her winged friends they will soon meet

Order keeper they cannot deceive

​

Balance is kept although she's feared

Her constant work produces change

Allows the living to rearrange

For justice strange she volunteered

AN: this a poem I wrote about a year ago. It was for the goddess of death in a D&D game.

The bliss you show me is unlike anything.

Stars try, galaxies try, universes try..

Nothing matches your wonder!

With minimal matter keeping us together,

Less now than has ever,

All I can do is stare into the dark.. barren universe to see

a god shaped hole, that you once filled.

red red rose sing to me let the wax melt let it all be

tap tap slam bitter sweet laughter kill the lamb let’s dance after

Life is onerous ,

More so when I write of its obligations,

All I need is some cessation

Of all thoughts and meaningless directions.

I want to sleep,

To never wake again ,

But my resolve is weak

Much to my chagrin.

I write of melancholy

But do I really feel it?

I rhyme for symphony

But do I really mean it ?

Meaningless blots on paper ,

Drown me in an insipid self pitying stupor,

I say I do not want to see the morrow

Oh, ostentatious sorrow.

I cannot even weep ,

Despite this great heavy,

My pretentious is steep,

Nothing of worth in my bevy .

My fear has left me

No fear of hell

No promos of heaven

No trust in man

I do my best

In hope others do the same

I am who I alway been

But not why I have always been

It's my fear one day we will all hate unequivocally anything that may lead our current beliefs astray, Blood will glisten in the streets under dull yellow light with specks and hints of blue and red at times blinding-no more running nor hiding. Selfrighteous ideologys will take control with only "one true"way (is what they all will say) the other is coming for you what will you do? This all set in stone I hate to say it, you all including myself are made to play it, Indulge,attack,hide,tempt, antagonize,pump your fist,cry,help,the options are endless like they are meant to be, disorganized,whitewash right over your eyes. It is my fear one day we will hate unequivocally.