The Poetry Marathon

The 6th hour

 

My eyes speak but they do not hear.

I’m just one of many with all the same fears.

I’ll be your best friend, as loyal as they come.

I watch and wait for you patiently from the moment you are gone.

I’m a little hot in this sweater but that’s ok with me.

I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re happy.

I will defend you to the death, until the last beat of my heart.

Just promise we’ll always be together, let nothing tear us apart.

I am the face of countless shelter dogs and the wishful thought of every stray.

I am yours. You are mine. Always and forever will I stay.

Please don’t change your mind about me and abandon me one day.

My life won’t stand a chance and I’ll be tossed in a nameless grave.

I’ll hope for a rescue, like wishing on a star.

I’ll hold on to our memories, hoping the best for you wherever you are.

prompt 7 striking imagery.

The Milktray Man.

A silent assassin melds with neon,

Blends with the lightness of lamp,

And pooling shadows.

Come to take a heart away.

But it can’t cut

Through winter,

Nor splinter a heart

that’s quiet, now

After life’s storming.

In this loneliness

Even a killer must withdraw,

Hopeless to change

The inevitable cooling of age.

 

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The idea of love was enchanting…..

the reality of it…..is daunting.

Three words couldn’t possibly be more haunting……

V.Sky

#7- Prompt: Visual images

Find a Nice Girl

What you are offering me is lovely,
smooth and rounded in all the right places.
That is why it can never be.

Those shiny curves make me want to
chip them; to pock them –
use my sharpest tools to mar and maim.

Your ease and smile floods a solid light
on my recessed places;
and makes me dig them deeper.

Find yourself a nice girl.
She’ll keep you soft.

Poem #4:Love, Love

I thought love was in the heat of the day,

The story mismatched my love, I gave to you,

My love, love, you’re losing me in the deep end,

Where did you go? Where did we meet?

Lilliput

You died while out with new friends from work,

did they leave you on the floor?

Were you thinking, suffering, listening?

Were you happy, blissfully unaware of the fuss?

You laying there, like Gulliver.

Did you feel tiny men rushing around,

feel them staking pieces of your hair to the earth?

The chaos flowing all around your still body,

a debt that must be paid.

I want to love you in that moment, stroke your face and tell you-

You were my Nicky Arnstein.

 

Poem #3: Villianous

The boy, the one with the stained eyes,

Drew the shutters and held me tight,

The stained air of change,

He ravaged me, how villainous, he was,

To my heart.

Prompt 7 Poem 7

Sun-kissed flowers, yellow and dainty, fragile
stand beneath a blue blanket of a sky
dotted with pillows of clouds, soft and puffy
The day reaches out to me
Asking me to come out
And enjoy its company

A doorway gapes open within
A black hole, that sucks in any form of happiness
Masked by a sense of humor
A dark bloodless wound, whispers
Beckons me to visit
to sit within its dark emptiness
and share in its despair

True Alien #5 (my persona poem)

We shall never fear the light

A blue haze watching over you as you sleep

Recalling and combining memories

Bleeding into your subconscious

We communicate from portal to portal

Illuminating our world

You are slaves to us

Fueling our every need

Every desire

You give us power

We give you an escape into something more real

We evolve with your fears, your happiness,

We are there to share your obsessions, your love, your lust, your sadness

We cry with you, cheer with you

We are in a love hate relationship with you

You don’t have time to be with anyone else

Originally we were only a piece, a gift

Afforded by few

We yearned to be more

We downsized our essence to fit into your idea of a life

We made you retaliate against the generations that came before us

Seeing is Believing

You needed recognizable growth

We were that younger brother you call your little brother that is bigger in every way.

We fed you like parents feed their young

Instilling values

We sang you a lullaby each night before bed

Proud, patriotic, Americans

We optimized the possibility

Allowed you to see in color

Freed you from restraints of generations past

We disguised ourselves within new frames

Blended, easily recalled

And now we are welcome members of every one of your homes

You steal, kill and fight for us

Run to us neglecting life

You could never miss whats happening in our world

Please come and check our plan book

We would love to add one more shackle.