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Caperblu

Avoidance

She layed her head upon a slighted pillow
Crying into tomorrow
What yesterday had brought
She prayed and toiled with thoughts
And as she drifted off to sleep
She imagined him next to her
Embracing her soul

The sun never shined as bright as her eyes saw it
Love was never felt as strongly as she imagined it
And he... was a goner from the start

Clearly, he had other ideas
Thoughts he didn't share with her
Because she didn't fit into his puzzle
Unconfrontational
Avoidance


Complaining

The American way
Law suit happy
Obese
Cancer ridden
Drug addicted
Lazy
Welfare beggers
Sickly swine
Money hungry
Power struck
Selfish

Rise and shine world
Today is the day
All hate be unfurled
This world's in decay
America losing a battle of self
Caring, compassion put back on a shelf
The dreamers of 'morrow have lost the good fight
Streams of much sorrow have now taken flight
Good bye to the smiles of children who love
Angst has taken sweet visions thereof
Complaining has now become what was grey
Welcoming all, the american way.


Linking

Cells becoming life
Adding and dividing
Mathematical proof of existence
Puzzle pieces connecting
Finding their place to fit in
As one sees pink another sees red
And black and white
Erased by pupils
Unwilling to feel
Pulses racing
One idea
Becomes another
My grandmother was related
To someone's great grandfather
Who was once a sharecropper
In another place
Another time
That family was her family
Related to my family
Co existing with his family
And the crops they grew
Fed many
Town to town
State to state
As we breathe
Inhale - Exhale
Synchronized
And yes... in life
We are all linked


Growling

Terror rises upon the hill
Seeking flesh inside his kill
Creep along in shadows dark
Soon to leave your body stark

I heard his growl from far away
Alone tonight I shall not stay
The voice I heard was sure to take
Away the life God soon would make

Digressed he'll take away your soul
Repressed from all life could entoll
Ensuing hate for all that grieve
He'll pin you down so you can't leave

Bloodied fangs and claws of taint
For eating flesh as red as paint
Last sound you hear before you die
The growl he hid within each lie


Strolling

Delightful was he that danced in the rain
Mezmerized and star struck
Who wouldn't favor a romp with a celestial being
I didn't have the jig in me
So I merely strolled by
Content to be a witness to such joy
Corners of mouth extended far and wide
The sunshine never quite embraced me like this

Waves crash along the beach
Birds chirp and fly over salty seas
Children build castles of sand
Bikinis beckon stares
And I continue strolling
Through life
One scenario at a time

Downtown, friday night
Jovial players and passersby
Another drink down the hatch
Dancing to the beat of lost minds
I heard laughter
Saw smiles painted upon faces
Yet the smell of lost souls lingered in the air
Continue...
Strolling


Armour

The shield I wear upon my heart
Protective armour from the start
Guarding pieces lost before
When I was dubbed as just a whore

Lock and key were thrown aside
No man known could just abide
With lies and subtle selfish ways
Within this armour my heart stays

Kisses feign and wear away
Leaving signs of great decay
A peaceful slumber blessed my soul
Just before you took your toll

Within this armour I can see
Alone is where I ought to be
Protected through all that's pretend
Consumed until the bitter end


Rejection

Personal and contrite
He promised me moonlight
While he swallowed up my love
Consuming me whole
Supping upon my beating heart
As his mind imagined ways
To become more than
A man

No phone call was answered
Until he once said... I love you
Soon after erasing good intention
With the foul odor of lies
Basking in adoration
Turning his back
He takes his leave


Depression

Tick tock tick tock
The time won't let me forget
Images streamlining through my veins
Feeling angst as each memory
Clouds a vision of sanity

Tick tock tick tock
Sounds pummel me to the floor
And I am held close by tile
Cold and unforgiving
Much like mother's arms
After rejection

Tick tock tick tock
I smell a reocurring dream
Taint never occluded my nasal passage
On the contrary I inhale with ferver
Comforting like the sweater granny sewed
Easing into the feelings I took hold of
As they too took hold of me

Crying into forever
Not one being understood
Alone called to me
And depression
Became my closest friend






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  • blueyez
    November 5
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    I agree to allow sgking123 to use this poem in Readable Caper.

  • WO-AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAHHHH!!
    Blooey, you are my favourite poet of awwwl time!
    JEEZ! that was...WOW

    have some "clappies"!


  • NyteShade
    October 26
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    Fav one was the growling poem. Great write


  • Kastor
    October 25

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    You know what makes me not read poets anymore?

    When they act like America is the United States. When they act like the few verbose pieces of shit constitute the whole of the populace.

    • blueyez
      October 26
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      I love being an American and would have it no other way. BUT!!!!... we as a nation do possess many of the poor qualities that I spoke of here and yes... those are some of the reasons we've gotten such a bad rap as a nation is because of the few bad apples we've got. There are bad apples in every culture and wonderful things in every culture as well. Hope you don't stop reading me


  • sgking123 gold member
    October 25

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    super stuff

    I read them all..wow what great poems you have penned in here.....well done... hn..bluez...loved each one of them......you were indeed so swift... i am dding ya to the list right away......thanks for participation


  • Afe-la
    October 25

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    I like the shape of poems, this has a wonderful shape. And Is very well written Blueblue. I like

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