It's hard to write a poem
When there's nothing going on
It's hard to think of what to say
When you've given most of it away

As poets we never scratch the surface
We delve within, disclose our deepest sin
We crave our pain, declare it's for our art
Yet more often than not have no idea where to start

But start we do and start we must
A deep desire in all of us
To spill out on the written page
What little bit we have tried to save

Ink now is the poets blood
Fragments of self pour from within
Silence is our safety net
To stop us from bleeding out

Although it's hard to write a poem
With nothing going on
We still find words to form a verse
From deep within our marrow bone

Work © Mike Hauser & © Sia Jane

By the time we reached the final act
our dialogues turned to whispers
warmed us the pledge to the silent pact
we would be rehearsing under the stars

dew would damp the players' cloth
all but the two were gone
who were tied by the burning oath
must shape their roles to perfection

owls hooted in the night's shadow
world slept behind shut door
we were numbed to the time's flow
by the sounds of claps encore

one the alien had blood thick green
that only the ****** revealed
when unbeknownst was cut his skin
by the other soon to be killed

that time now ***** to yellowed page
long back fate set him free
my skin is now bold in age
he's evergreen in memory.

Thank you  to all  my talented ,admirable,adorable,lovable poets.
Thank you for liking my poems and showing  your priceless  love towards me.
Thank you for sharing your love towards my poem.
I am great full , thank full to all poet community and all poets.
I love you to all poets with my heart and soul.
I keep admiring your poems and messages into my heart.
Finally thank you to Elliot for making these lovely site and for gathering all poets in one platform.

Are you going to be there,
Are you going to be there,
At the great marriage supper of the Lamb?
With your wedding garment on,
Will you meet the loved ones gone?
At the great marriage supper of the Lamb?

Oh, the Bride shall shine in bright array,
With her tears all for ever wiped away --
There will be a great rejoicing on that day,
At the great marriage supper of the Lamb,

From all sin for ever more released,
They will come from the west and from the west and from the east,
For all nations will be gathered at the feast,
At the great marriage supper of the Lamb.

We shall praise Him by the crystal tide,
When the Lamb that was slain is glorified,
And the glorious Church of God shall be the Bride,
At the great marriage supper of the Lamb.

Grounds shaking


Waves surging


Fire burning


Thunders roaring


Bones breaking


Lives wasting


Is this the end?
Unfortunately, NOT.