"errupted" poems
There she was on stage
The Theatre was packed full
Her face painted
Like a porcelain doll.
Lights shone down on her,
Red velvet curtains draped
It's like we were in
The Eighteen Hundreds
She was in full view
Her long black hair was
Camouflaged with her leotard
The spotlights must have
Blinded her eyes
She danced as
Delicately
As a feather,
Mystically and
Artistically,
It was entrancing to see
My friend who was
Starring the show.
The audience were captivated,
Gentlemen smoking their pipes
Nodding heads of approval,
Swift,
Soft,
Subtle movements
Mesmerised the greater crowd...
And then she speaks.
She speaks poetry
In so many words,
Words I can't relay,
I wish I could remember,
But I remember
How it made me feel;
How it made every one feel.
The strange eeriness
Mixed with elegance,
Her words harshly whispered
But true...
The crowd errupted
With applause
"Bravo" "Bravo"
And then I wake....
© Karen L Hamilton, 2012
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 3:21 PM UTC
The dark silence loomed around us
Like a knife ready to fall
We feared our blood being spilled around us all
When the first scream errupted I was ready to run
But the dark all around us made me stumble and fall
When we realized he died, we all sprinted in fright and
hoped that we all got out alive.
Running forever in chaotic silence
Trying too hard to keep surviving
Screams all around me cut through like spears
Swiftly dead bodies were falling from spheres.
These spheres were like slicing bullets
they were, like enclosing traps with goo and gore.
Running forever in chaotic silence
Trying too hard to keep surviving
We followed the underground path,
until we spotted a metallic ladder
Climbing and climbing, the screeching growing louder,
We opened the lid and climbed out of the sewer.
Blinding light hit us like searing pain,
and blinded us all though we thought we might be safe again.
Some more screams errupting, as dead bodies fall, we quickly
clmbed out of our imprisoned hall.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
tonight the streetlights shall guide my way
as i scramble up and out of the lonely street
there's a man walking vigourously behind me
it occurs to me i should pick up my feet
he starts to get faster picking up pace
i swipe the twigs and leaves infront of my chin
all of a sudden it seems it's errupted into a race
and i was so set on never letting that man win
i hid in a bush and waited for him to pass by
as he asked another member of the public a question
he said 'have you seen a girl with chestnut hair about this high?'
as he added on more with a humble expression
"she dropped her bow on the ground infront of my feet
i wouldn't want her to lose something that makes her eyes so bright"
they replied "i'm really sorry i haven't, but that is very sweet"
he replied a simple, 'thankyou anyway and that is quite alright'
i emerged from the bush, he turned around with me at his glance
he held out his hand and smiled gently to give me the bow
he said ' i would have given you this earlier but you didn't give me the chance'
i said "thankyou, i am greatful more than you will ever know"
he stood there for a while and then said "well i guess i'll be on my way"
as he walked off i noticed he dropped a piece of paper from his sleeve
i picked it up off the ground and held it in my hand
i was running after him faster than you could ever believe
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 6:05 AM UTC