#webs
the rose that grew from concrete
fossilized in my dreams
gaslit to believe, you were my everything
each deep breath, every spring it crept
my dreams reveal all secrets kept
i saw you cheat, i saw your deceit
i expose your lies, i burned the fleet
nobody does wrong by me without repercussions
your lies were dozens on dozens, webbed my worries
my first and only until you tainted the holy
Sep 28, 2022
Sep 28, 2022 at 7:29 PM UTC
labyrinths of interwoven
time..
Cling on the dawn of morrow.
unseen until the rigor of seasons.
I gaze out and splendor at the
entanglement interlaced
before my eyes,
and smile.
Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 6:33 AM UTC
she reminded me of a warm summer day
the way the sun bounced off her golden roots
gave shelter to lost stars
her smell tangled my body in cotton webs
tied among clouds and her threads
she doesn't walk beside me anymore
but whenever there is a warm summer day
I feel her embrace
Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 4:20 PM UTC
Pity Clarity
by Michael R. Burch
Pity Clarity,
and, if you should find her,
release her from the tangled webs
of dusty verse that bind her.
And as for Brevity,
once the soul of wit—
she feels the gravity
of ironic chains and massive rhetoric.
And Poetry,
before you may adore her,
must first be freed
from those who for her loveliness would ***** her.
Published by Contemporary Rhyme (January 2005) and The Columbus Dispatch (Sunday, April 3, 2005). Keywords/Tags: Poetry, pity, clarity, obscure, webs, dusty, verse, brevity, gravity, irony, chains, manacles, massive, rhetoric, imprisoned, prisoner, jailed, ***** ****** *******
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 1:52 AM UTC
I keep it all in;
Let the spiders crawl
Throughout my skin,
And spin their webs
In my soul’s
Numerous holes.
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 7:11 AM UTC
suspended in the air
creations of your own kind of flight
wispy strands protect and feed you
the weary that are trapped by your game
crawling and weaving,
flightless yet flying,
ever graceful,
the spider and his web.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 5:07 PM UTC
Sometimes I wake up
To seconds that float in oblivion
Before it all floods back in waves
Dreams sewed into webs of thread
Sunshine caught in shards of glass
Seashells echoed on ears' shores
But in a sanctuary of stars
Lies the peaceful silence of unborn stars
Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
I just went to bed
left you on Read
I did it on purpose to mess with your head
Laid in gossamer sheets
tinged sickly red
with the blood of words
that went unsaid
hard to deny
who made the bed
who caught whom
in whose spinnerets
Distraught with rotting thoughts
locked in my own stocks
stalking twisted halls
the clocks have all stopped
Stuck in my head
kicking myself
with broken knees
and buckled legs
struggling to free myself
from myself
Entombed by one I never could deceive
darkness abounding when all that I need
is to catch the right light
and stop trying to fight
Oh, what a tangled web we weave
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
Ride through my veins, driven by your cruelty and anger
Leave me nothing, but those shadows and dark places,
You were afraid to touch, afraid to enter,
As my broken hands clenched red fabric,
Twisted it ‘round as whispered screams echoed.
The cracks though my being, held together by silken webs.
A rough touch enough to break me and scatter,
My mirrored reflection towards the stars.
Oct 28, 2018
Oct 28, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
All puzzles you have need to be solved
Some pieces will never be found
My mind is a puzzle
Each night it falls apart
Sometimes I don’t put it back together
The pieces collect cobwebs
I’m broken but I don’t want to be fixed
One day I’ll open up the Skeltons
I’ll spend hours trying to be “together”
My 1,000 pieces
Always missing more each time
I’m scared the day I’ll loose all my pieces
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 9:24 AM UTC
Webs
Strange how they only made of thin white hairs
They don't seem so scary when they dangling from an old lady's head
But when you caught in them,
Its hard to image them being harmless little strings of thread
I suggest caution around spiders
They hold a deadly weapon
May 7, 2018
May 7, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Like a fly, I am capture too easily and quickly by the beauty of others...
Their web traps my gullible mind... and cages in my withering body... they couldn't choose another...
My vibrational screams of mine only caused their monster within to awaken....
Their eyes filled with delight in the blood dripping pain they'll cause, their fangs break in....
Finally... their scheme is revealed through their venom, and slowly... life is ****** out of me...
Senses betray me... as I am dropped from the laced-up web kingdom... dry and lifeless...but I can still see
I was caught in your web once...but when I come back... I swear I won't get caught in it again...
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:34 AM UTC
I spun a beautiful web of silver
delicate with lovely symmetry
Spun to catch your fleeting heart
instead the rains came
and left me tiny droplets
reflecting the tears of your absence
often intentions catch the unintended
no matter the mistake
find joy in the bounty
find beauty in the break
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
Turning page after page,
searching web to web.
Reading books and novels,
prose and poems.
For some metaphors -
those were never been used in history
to portray feminine beauty.
No, they haven't left any
not even a single one.
Now, how shall I capture those deer like coal jet black eyes with so deep and calm stare?
Then how shall I portray those earrings hanging like bunches of berry touching her fine jaw line?
Which seems to be drawn by some Renaissance artist.
How will I draw her lipwing of rose petals, flamed like scarlet wine?
And that smile beneath the cheeks just like the before sunrise.
Or her hair, flowing like waterfall down her shoulders same as rocky mountain.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 10:52 PM UTC
It was in the early morning, blackbird song and
long wet grass, shuffling through making trails in dew
In the early mornings of my life.
Something of magic in the sun slanting
through wet dripping branches,
pearls of water drops in spidery webs enchaining
blade to blade in the long wet grass.
It was in the early morning rising from warm sheets
when hearing that cuckoo summons from
far distant woods, calling , welcoming me forth
into the dewy day, doors unbolted, stepping from within
dark walls, shadowed kitchens, cold and stony floor.
Stepping forth and catching at my heart.
They were.
Sun’s rays, dewy grass, pearls of water drops.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 2:05 PM UTC
(2017)
I had a daily thing to do,
Which hardest to recall,
To consummate the spider
It took a year to fall.
Her webs had hurled the ceiling,
Another one, she caught!
And gave it for the children
When sustenance has brought.
E.
Feb 25, 2018
Feb 25, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
Early morning
It was in the early morning, blackbird song and
long wet grass, shuffling through making trails in dew
In the early mornings of my life.
Something of magic in the sun slanting
through wet dripping branches,
pearls of water drops in spidery webs enchaining
blade to blade in the long wet grass.
It was in the early morning rising from warm sheets
when hearing that cuckoo summons from
far distant woods, calling , welcoming me forth
into the dewy day, doors unbolted, stepping from within
dark walls, shadowed kitchens, cold and stony floor.
Stepping forth and catching at my heart.
They were.
Sun’s rays, dewy grass, pearls of water drops.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 6:48 AM UTC
The puppet master's gone completely mad
Who knows when
Weaving webs of chaos
Knots collide
Casualties fall
And so I do not know
What he was before
But now I’m sure
He is a spider
Eating his own
Children
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC