A Poet's Voice - Hello Poetry

Jan 2019

Pagan Paul

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Cohesion has been fragmented,
merely an old dissolved memory.
A shroud darker than pitch black
heralds the omni-directional strangler,
seeking to crush the fragile neck
and slowly asphyxiate the minds reality.

The turbulence of mute non-existence,
trapped in an endless glass sphere,
a cold snow-globe paper weight,
screaming for the end of the world.
Terror dissipates all common sense,
the inner head explodes and implodes.

A wracked skeleton of fevered flesh,
the violated remains,
beautiful and torn,
left,
when the butterflies of darkness
******
the fire.

© Pagan Paul (2017/19)

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#poetry #depression #sad #anxiety #****** #fire #butterflies

Jan 2019

Toreinss Pinwinkel III

Wield Wile

Ramble shamble gamble preamble .

  Wild child dialed beguiled .

     Crawl small ; fall tall ; wall all ; mall brawl doll you all .

        Black sack fact track Jack smack wack maniac pack .  Back hack , knack flack , lack kayak rack tack .

        Phone roan tone zone bone hone ; drone known . Own moan loan .

         Talk rock ; gawk hawk ; shock lock ; **** dock ; balk , stalk walk .

       Bristling gristle glimmer glisten .

       Quaint paint saint feint aint .

           Expressed suppressed repressed biased .

        Ecstatic emphatic fanatic .

           Lecherous treacherous .

           Obtuse abstruse .

              Whirl curl ; hurl furl .

              Test west quest ; jest guessed ; blessed best crest behest .  Conquest, invest zest ; rest nest .

           Cohort cavort .  Gulch mulch .

            Raven haven saven braven .

Jan 2019

Joel M Frye

snow on the roof

I remember passion fondly,
sepia-toned snapshots
of vaguely familiar faces,
preposterous poses
grinning at memory's camera.
Such children we were,
bloated with self-importance
raring to be loosed
upon an unsuspecting world
(they'll never know what hit'em).
Battered by time,
small success and major failures,
a one-sided smile
crawls up my face today
as I pray
for a fragment of that fire,
a torch
to light the rest of my days.

Jan 2019

eleanor prince

Primordial Roar

when scenes
pixelate
halt in a cell's
frozen scream
slow-motion rage
cloaks grief

do earth's plates
shift at all
respond to pain
torn out of shape
in savage roar

no

we matter to ourselves
on some days
while he or she
reads the code
to check the tides

oscillate in
crawl space
hidden
in island habitat's
darkened cave

we try to breathe
solitary venture
as days run out
leaving dust
and bones

in silence

as a new
dawn
rises

when depression's dark dirge speaks... may we find a way to wait for a new dawn

#depression #dar #frozen #rage #savage #scream #solitary #pain #isolation #silence

Jan 2019

calpurnia mockingbird

Raw

Tears fall like rain
scarring skin
as my heart breaks in two.

Who am I?

Swirling in a maelstrom, deepest black
as bruises form unseen.
Hands tremble like leaves
reaching for purchase
grasping for the last vestige of light.

All are beyond me now
Touch, a distant memory.
Sympathy tilts in time
with broken clocks
as impatience looms large
on my souls horizon.

Blood drips its crimson path
tainting all and maiming none
as temptation laughs her last
at my broken shell.

This night, too long to sing of
will not be my last.

Jan 2019

Leslie Philibert

Old

Late in the afternoon
doors seem to close quickly.
Ways break into ochre,
trees black like hours.

Burnt clocks of memory
strike like lazy foxes.
Lazy as a launching swan
my steps falter,

I am a refugee in my own time.
As the light weakens
and the air cools
the pictures peel off like skin
and fall at my feet.