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Michael Stefan Mar 2020
The weight of love is tremendous;
heavy like gold,
worn like manacles,
bourne by those
with or without it
The tragedy of love is catastrophic;
deeply rooted,
never gentle,
comes and goes
as it pleases
The world of love is pure savagery;
battles raging,
without survivors,
everyone is
love's refugee
The weight of love is tremendous;
Yet still a burden I wish to bear
Everyone thinks this poem is so sad but it's designed as an imagery monologue to remind us that love is something we need in our lives and will always always always have positive and negative implications and effects on our lives.  Hope you enjoy it!
ni Feb 2020
You and I, we weren't
supposed to be compatible.
The horoscopes even said so.

Our lines, they overlap creating mystery.
You wonder if I know what you did.
I wonder if you know what I am doing.

Back and forth on this tightrope of trickery.
"I have too much baggage."
"Well, I could go on a trip around the world twice."

The stars must have aligned in our favor that night.
In that glittering glimpse of hope,
when your lips collided with mine,
we sparked a match that set the city ablaze.
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
Black blood
Pools on a white marble floor
Naked blade
Lying menacingly
Stares at you accusingly
They were there one minute
Gone the next
Slipping through your fingers
Still vermillion shades
Staining fingertips
As you shiver
Shiver so cold
Wishing a thousand wishes
For a friend and truest kindness
To wash you clean
To see your mistakes
And still, see you
Black blood
Pooling between ivory toes
The greatest error of your life
And no one
Is left
To help you clean it up
This is an analogous monologue that describes those moments when we do something we feel extremely bad about and those moments when we wish we had a friend to help us.  Although my imagery is a bit extreme, I think most of us feel extreme emotions during these times that gnaw at us irrationally.
Aa Harvey Feb 2020
Razorblade


Shot a rebel through the heart.
Cancer kills but life is art.
You tried to put a stop to all that we are,
But we are too hot to handle; you can’t grab hold of a star.


Fire your guns; I’m invincible.
Speak your words; I’ve heard them all before.
Condemn a man for condemning your war.
You will never stop what we are.


Your system of control and degrade is beginning to fade.
Push my buttons, I’m a microwave,
Blowing through your wall like a hand grenade.
A tongue so sharp, I’m a razorblade;
Cutting your lies apart…your truth cannot be saved.


(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Anonymous Freak Feb 2020
His mouth opens slightly
Releasing smoke
From the big cigar
To float away
Silhouetted by the small town lights.
Windows rolled down
We shiver against the winter air
Blasting into the car,
Puffing cigars
And holding hands.
From series Phone Files
Michael Stefan Feb 2020
"Lo, tremble before my might
Shatter ye, all trees blocking me
I needn't pay heed to birds of flight
Nor great beasts beneath the sea

For my wings are powerful legs
My wake the thunderous echoing
Scatter beta predators, you dregs!
As I give chase that's harrowing

Dear prey, your futile efforts fail
Beneath teeth, your meat I shall annex
I am gigantic from teeth to tail
The legend of Tyrannosaurus Rex"

The small boy snarled and sat alone, the fearful quickly exiting the sandbox
This poem was a simple rhyme scheme that was ultimately inspired by Bill Watterson's "Calvin and Hobbes."  I wanted to create a poem of heavy imagery that allowed us to relate to our childhood when we too attempted to conquer the sandbox with toys that we cherished.  I hope you like it!
Ray Dunn Feb 2020
as the moon crests the horizon,
it lends its brightness
to the crystals of ice
dangling from the trees...
it’s a quiet night
Mike A Eyslee Feb 2020
The old immor(t)al wound
                                  He tak
                                  es a
                                  gil
                                  den
                                  ro
                                  d
                             mouthful
                       Unaware of ichor
                     Power. Deceit. Malice.
                 co      urs    es  thro    ug
                 h                  h  is         v
                  e                  i             n
                                                    s

                 and  bleeds  onto  his w
                                                (abh)or
                                                     (go)ld
sorry if it looks weird on mobile.
Mike A Eyslee Feb 2020
Devoted to your second hand
Your  electrifying
Admonishment   your   embrace   solidifying
a    swirling    technicolor    land
                                                                            (move)
Meant along your path engroove,
bring
          error receiver much to be desired
just a bit of inspiration. tried for some cummingsesque spacing imagery; wasn't in the mood for a traditional sonnet. i included a bit of wordplay, so have fun picking them out. and yes, on line 2 I intentionally used that form of "your."
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