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Lushi May 16
I fall down
it's taken, my crown.
Queen on the ground
my eyes wide and round.
Standing's no option
my heart's already on auction.
My gown is tainted
in his lawful hatred.
My throne is gone,
for me, there is no dawn.
He kneels, "are you okay?"
he doesn't know, it is my last day.
"Please, go", I cry
as I convince myself to prevent us
from 'one more try'.
I could never understand
Cruelty of the heart
Even when it loves
So intensely.
Something. It was always something.
And whenever it was nothing
That something came crashing in
Amplifying, magnifying, falsifying

Nothing is ever as hard as living
Nothing was ever as easy as quitting
Surviving was unforgiving
Dying was unremitting

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

One lone thing could change the world
For better or worse, all unknown
Transcendence be the killer of all
Be a hero, die alone

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

A tattered quest
A broken trail
A sin confessed
All’s bound to fail
A heart of stone to anchor down
A heart of gold, a thieves’ crown
A heart of ice to thaw the beast
An injured heart, long deceased

A broken heart and broken bones
Diverging cries that we condone
Death is whispered in unwavering tones
A vacuous home; an empty throne

A damaged soul, laid to rest
Unforgiving and unremitting
A hero's tale, told at best
Rescript and falsely fitting
The Kiss of Ceridwen
by Michael R. Burch

The kiss of Ceridwen
I have felt upon my brow,
    and the past and the future
    have appeared, an eerie vapor,
mingling with the here and now.

And Morrigan, the Raven,
the messenger, has come,
    to tell me that the gods, unsung,
    will not last long
when the druids’ harps grow dumb.

Originally published by Songs of Innocence

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I will sit upon the throne of disaster
When the time comes, I'll be dethroned
By something
Far
Far greater
and perhaps i'll obtain some meaning in this life of mine
Perhaps i won't
Doesn't matter
For now, as long as the sun is lit
With an elixir of immeasurable fire
I shall bear the heat
of my broken kingdom
I am wrath
I am the tyrant.
RAIN

First with the high voice!
The master roars in with firmness,
Pulsing fears to mother earth,
And to the light
flying in with a cracked garment.

How beautiful is rain?
Subtle drops of tears  clamouring for home,
Sent from the makers of the eyeing death,
Waking the snorting world.

And what's rain?
If not a cloaked blessing piercing its mercy with coolness.
What's rain?
If not a life walking in a street of dead.
What's rain?
If not a deaf god
Ignoring shouts of protests and the clamour of love.

Dripping, Splitting and Splattering but soothing,
A blessing it is, rain that wash off pains,
The rain has to reign
on its throne.

©Abdul Hadi Haleemah
Alex Mars Feb 28
Poetry is the clouds covering a horizon

Poetry is kings in a throne

it gives you the freedom to make people notice

it gives you a voice

But the falling sound

isn't just in your dreams

it's creeping up on us fast

so please can you listen

we have to revive it, bring it back

before it's too far gone
Poetry is a dying art that needs CPR
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