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  Dec 2016 The Dedpoet
wordvango
pain absolves me
such a sad indicator
of a wasted life
like versed is the past tense
had versed does not sound quite right
have versed even worse
will have versed
I verse away
content to strike contrary
along a course others might
not even contemplate
trying to ride a rim into
another thought or word
you verse
he/she is versing
it's all so good
I have to stop
putting nooses on it
just accept
now, that is another concept....
  Dec 2016 The Dedpoet
Onoma
Of time, to meditate upon, will not be the meditation
begun with.
Time thought to itself: I shall be short and concise,
long and imprecise, and in the middle you are...
presently.
To trickle less into more--more into less...for what
wanes documents scarcity.
Drinks the bitter drop, and elongates a weary grin.
Time assumes the rite of Way, as we wait submissively...
and in accumulation of wait on wait--we wait no more.
Our turn is taken up, in turn.
Why the trilogy of a past, present and future?
What Physician unifies light outer and inner, in a
concentrated beam...to pass over our three eyes?
Perhaps an eye for, kept upon--each pillar of time's
trilogy.
Time ensnares our volition to ensure our grace, as the
wind that enlisteth not, bespeaks of it.
  Dec 2016 The Dedpoet
Francie Lynch
I enjoy the hot tub
After my treadmill.
Whilst sitting,
Throne-like,
One notices the thousands of bubbles,
Swirling, twirling, spinning, colliding,
Spreading out like spiralling gallaxies.
Naturally, I play with them,
Briefly, temporarily
Re-direct their path;
But it's pointless.
I recall my dark hour;
When God removed his hand.
The Dedpoet Dec 2016
I assume that you never
Knew the pure love we had
For you,
Your tiny body could not take
The world so we imagine
You went straight to become an angel.

You did not take a breath
Of the air I still breathe as i waited
For your cries,
That made two of us because
I could not breathe as you never
Made a sound.

I assume that you loved your
Mother so much you could
Not bear to be apart from
Her,
That you left to watch over her
In spirit qnd essence,
That she still leaves flowers
For you shows me she misses
You .

Of all the things you will never see
I hope i have seen enough
To know that i tried to live
For you,
That of all the days and every
Night we never had,
That my pain still lives,
As well as my love,
That i will be with you one day
And you can show me
All that i do not know
Of the Heavens and glories.

Your light shines somewhere
Too bright for this world,
I know that when my eyes close
For the final time your
Light will guide me home.
Amber Gonzales. Stillborn daughter. 19 years old today.
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