"coved" poems
it was a crisp winters day
the air was sharp and stung like knives
the sun approached me like a brutal man
and flexed his muscle at my weak heart
trying to make me afraid
i tried to insist that he didn't know what he spoke of
but he was as deaf as he was mute
so i left him standing high up in the sky
on his soapbox on the illusions of light
i walked from my boarding house
to the train station
and climbed aboard its warm casket
and falling into the seat i did say to my companion
that i fear this every day existence
she only peered at me from over her tortoise shell glasses
and cursed the sun for his audacity
setting on her dreams without having been realized
she now keeps them in a hatbox
in her mothers closet
a mystical box coved in runes and drawings of unicorns
but the very things that make it magical
makes her afraid that its uncool
i stand aghast at such blind evil in sheep's clothing
and still the cold creeps in through
from neath the door
and i retreat from its touch
like i fall away from the argument
a coward to the songs ending
i go on seeking beginnings
and hide my face from the sun
the sun he crept back to his cold tomb and wept there all night
and try as could to cheer him
he swore from the bottom of his bottle of *****
that he would never again rise
that he would forsake her
and when i asked of whom he spoke
he only whispered that the moon was a lover that could not be easily forsaken
and so i left him there in the vaults of night
with his pools of sorrow gathering into a nor'easter
with his sorrows gathering into a broken ship
for a fool like me to venture forth in
flexed his muscle at my weak heart
and i did go home once again
to hide my face from the sun
i will wait for a spring day
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
There’s dark force
Raging my skin
And invading my corpse
Damped by ****** moods
Immersed in holy hues
Arranged in the distance
Cruising the corners
In apprehensive missions
Returned to a stolen delivery
Matched to a coved misery
There’s a dark force
Raging my skin
And invading my corpse
I never let it in.
Feb 11, 2010
Feb 11, 2010 at 6:37 AM UTC
Our minds meet on a virtual plain,
while our heads still shoulder
the chores of the coming day.
If wishes would, they'd connect
on a coved beach
where sun, salt and air
would finely filter any care.
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 4:25 AM UTC
KU KLUX ****
Thrill is like a pill that kills,
While I look at the Ku Klux ****
Taken their stand on hot sand,
Ready to take down the darken slaves
In those cold evil ancient days,
The screams are still on the tip of their tongues,
While slaves go out to fight
the KU KLUX ****
they lost their lives
to the hands of those white men,
dead skin for the ravens
the blood stain stand is the history
that ***** away like bats in time
the dead will soon be gone
the red sea will cast ancient dreams
to all who can see;
it all comes straight from the heart
where life has been written
about the forbidden;
I step upon the stained sand
that is coved in sin;
while time clutched at my feet
while I write in blood stain ink,
millions of tears did fall
while they tried to claim the wall,
I see soldiers on their feet
Wherein raincoats;
I ask myself what side are they on?
I feel so ill,
like I had taken the old ancient pill
that kills the thrill.
while I see the stains upon the sand
where the KU KLUX **** once stood
whirring their white hoods,
with blood stain, wooden crosses in their hands
while they burned up the land;
where mills of silence swept over the sand.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 5:12 PM UTC
You said you’d be there
But where are you now, I saw you just this morning
Went home with you even
I went looking… all I saw was some red liquid all over the floor
All I remember is how dark it was and the big bang noise,
What was that?
I hear the doorbell I’m going to answer is it okay?
They pull me out the door, people in a uniforms asking if I’m okay, am I?
Then that’s when I realize that I’m coved in that liquid that was one the floor.
They keep asking what happened to you
But you were right here how I should know if you’re okay I haven’t seen you
Their cruel eyes looking down on me
What are you doing! DON’T grab me STOP!
I DIDN’T DO IT STOP I SWEAR I DIDN’T DO IT STOP!!!!
I LOVED HER WHY WOULD I HURT HER??
Then I see you being pulled out on a cart thing. What, what is this?
Why are you dead?
NO DON’T TAKE HER!
Then all there was, was numb and darkness.
~Angel~
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
Troubles fill your mind
Rewinding to that dreadful place
A sorrowful time
That may never be replaced
Screams
Shouts
And blood all over
Swings
Gyms
And toys long gone
Grim signs filling that empty place
Long nights imagining that gruesome place
Beautiful sun coved with rainy clouds
Awaiting the time spring is set back in place
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
I had my moon for months and seems like years
,but this is the day my sweet moon moved away
And yes this happens to all others but I can't help write
about the hole that is not coved
Cause she was my anchor strong and true just like the
sun and the moon
It's the bitter sweet thing about it all, that makes this
time right know so big not as small
And I will remember all those great days we've had together, in
hope the sun and moon, me and her will be reunited like to love birds
It seems so far and I feel like I can't make it
Cause I do I continue to burn bright without the moon
right in my sight
So I going to try to burn bright with the time I've got, then
hopefully I reunite with the moon of my life
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 6:46 PM UTC
Where is it you long to be
To be heard, seen, or loved
Or to be unnoticed, a sight no one sees
Hiding away, nestled far in some coved
What is it you hope to find
An answer or a reason
Doesn’t it mess with your mind
Or is it mundane as such another season
Who are you still clinging to
For a fool can be loyal as well
Do they even have a clue
Or are you too afraid to admit you fell
When will the time come
To the point where you don’t waste your life away
In your ears do you not hear the beat of the drum
Or have you run out of words to say
Is it a ramble or is it necessary
Look in the mirror is it me you see
Am I your adversary
Or am I what you could be
May 12, 2024
May 12, 2024 at 3:53 PM UTC
You said you’d be there
But where are you now, I saw you just this morning
Went home with you even
I went looking… all I saw was some red liquid all over the floor
All I remember is how dark it was and the big bang noise,
What was that?
I hear the doorbell I’m going to answer is it okay?
They pull me out the door, people in a uniforms asking if I’m okay, am I?
Then that’s when I realize that I’m coved in that liquid that was one the floor.
They keep asking what happened to you
But you were right here how I should know if you’re okay I haven’t seen you
Their cruel eyes looking down on me
What are you doing! DON’T grab me STOP!
I DIDN’T DO IT STOP I SWEAR I DIDN’T DO IT STOP!!!!
I LOVED HER WHY WOULD I HURT HER??
Then I see you being pulled out on a cart thing. What, what is this?
Why are you dead?
NO DON’T TAKE HER!
Then all there was, was numb and darkness.
~Angel~
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 1:18 PM UTC
bouquets of flowers below street lamps
smeared with gas and smoke
still giving out their ghosts
stars lighting causeways beleaguered clouds
sparkling glass bare intestines
beaded eyes the orbs divined
a man with golden glows pocketed
heart coved in a trough wed
by lice through floods of blood
****** by the dreaming that sleeping does
lived in a lantern extinguished white mud
painted on in the rivers + washed away with the flood
Jul 21, 2015
Jul 21, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC