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Noandy Jul 2015
Feel the red curtain,
The night opens a discreet picture
That still chirps about the burned-down marching band
We can no longer forget.

Your eyes still speak of
    The boys in the black attire
    Girls in wedding dresses
    Abandoned mother in the perfume of war
    Wearing masks of serendipity
That were consumed by the flimsy fire

And talk of the devil,
Talk of the leader,

His dark eyes were set ablaze
And his heart on his sleeve
Half eaten out
The parade, though, kept marching along
With its beautiful brides and paper snow
In the dark and discreet night

I could not wake
The romance they inflincted
Between us who knew none of each other
But the ode I will be sending to your most loved parade no longer
Will never reach anyone neither carcasses nor night masses

So what will we get from our early midnight memory
We confronted before the sun went down?
   The songs chanted with death’s drum rolls
   The steps taken with dwarfed soles and melted eyes
   Or the love you could not relish for the boys in the black attire
                                                          ­           Girls in wedding dresses
                                       Abandoned mother in ******* serendipity
                                      Or for the marching band
                               That will never pass us again?

And here I lie,
But they bring memories like a festival
Under the moonlit night
Presenting the illness of romance between life and death

And here I love you,
My visions of the discreet night
The parade of the wrong and right
My carcass of the burning life
We try to live upon a single stroke
Of two-faced departure

And here you love me,
As only
A parade of paradox
Unforsaken
Valentia Jan 2017
serendipitous memories
and wistful sighs
cherry blossom petals
twirling amidst the skies
efflorescent flowers
ephemeral hours
ethereal sunsets
and starry constellations

anguished thoughts
and secret frustrations
incandescent candles burn
as if awaiting your return
anguish and lingering despair
heartbreak and hollow emptiness
caused by unforsaken pettiness

merely the potential difference
between requited love
and bittersweet limerence
why is limerence so painful?
31 | 31 Poems for August

(Written with Naledi Tshikota)

Write me a sonnet, point dozens of Cupid’s arrows to my heart if you dare to awaken it.
Tune into your inner Shakespeare, fantasize us as Bonnie and Clyde if you care to spend time in it.
Recreate the Titanic, recreate it with the ending of The Notebook if you can bear to believe in it.
And if that doesn’t work, cast me to sleep like the Romeo you are and let me awake next to your lifeless flesh and dagger as I pierce my soul with it.

Write me a sonnet, let every single one of those fourteen lines bleed with emotion.
Leave The Notebook next to my notebook and become the protagonist of my dreams.
Think like the wind and attain the kind of power that’ll allow you to ******* away on any given day.
Your presence keeps transforming our thoughts into beautiful poetic paintings, Basquiat and Picasso would’ve been proud.

Write me a sonnet, silence every impurity that does awaken my love.
Summon the essence of my soul for the taking of your unforsaken hands and make Mona Lisa cry sacred tears of joy.
Create simplistic glimpses that only our superior beings can understand, only then can I unleash my undying emotion towards your uncontested universe.

Write me a sonnet, the kind that will make me realise that your heart isn’t filled with any doubt.
The day I realised that words could touch you, I wanted to become a poem.
The kind of poem that Maya Angelou’s ink always dreamt about.
The taste of your smile still lingers on the edges of my lips.
I see galaxies in your eyes, it must be in the way I love you like I do.
I could’ve settled for less but I don’t want anyone else but you.

Write me a sonnet that speaks to the heart of my mind.
Because I always hear your heartbeat when I think about you.
Write me a sonnet that intertwines our inner intuitions.
A sonnet that makes you believe in shooting stars if you’re into wishing.
And finally that captures the very essence of the unknown soul that’s unspoken of.
Because it’s within your golden silence that I hear the loudest cry.
Vicki Kilgore Aug 2018
When my heart aches and feels squeezed,
Choked up and finding it so difficult to breathe.

Causing my eyes to overflow with tear drops,
Do all I can, but the ungratefulness never stops.

I want so much to live a life of a virtuous woman,
It’s a daily struggle, forgive me Lord for I am human.

I beg You to reach out and take me by my hand,
Precious Lord take me to that glorious promised land,

I want to go home to no more sadness or grief,
Seeing those that have gone before will be such relief.

Not mine will be done here in this unforsaken place,
But, Your will that be done no matter the trials I face.

My plea is for those who use, abuse, and are so unkind,
You place a burden on their hearts to others not be blind.

I lack sympathy for those who choose not to live for you,
Forgive me Lord, help me to lead them for you to rescue.

Only in You will they be forgiven and find saving grace,
That is my precious hope before I depart from this place.

Give us all the love of our Father with eyes of a child,
So that unto others our temper and anger becomes mild.

VLK
Brady D Friedkin Nov 2015
There lies a desert void of life
There lies a desert void of water and void of food
There lies a desert void of all good things
In this desert lies death
In this desert lies air more dry than dead bones
And in this desert lies pain more than can be imagined

For I wander throughout said desert
Seemingly with my lonesome
With no one to turn
And with nowhere to go
So I sit on a rock and wait
Then a promise of water comes to me from Above

But when the driest of days come over the horizon
And the hottest of times comes to my face
I almost give up, leaving the promise
And then I feel like I have moved on from that promise
But I cannot leave what came from Above
Oh me of little faith!

So I wander seemingly alone in this desert
For days upon days, weeks upon weeks
For months upon months, even years upon years
Longing for even a drop of water to satisfy my thirsty soul
But here in the dry desert the water is unfound
For all of the water has evaporated into the dry desert air

But on the horizon I see what I’ve longed for
I see what looks to be a spring
Bringing water to the dry desert ground
To satisfy the thirst of this dead dry country
And as I approach this great gorge of water
I am killed with the realization that no water lies here

For I have been tricked
By the images in my head
And the physical needs of my body
I have been deceived
The green and lush never truly existed in this dead dry desert
Only this mysterious mirage in my misunderstood mind

So still I search across these dry dead lands
For the water that might bring life back to my tired soul
But time and time again
The mirages ****** my hope for satisfaction
But soon enough I know I will find the promise
And reach the flowing waters to satisfy my soul

One day, I find myself a well
A well that may be full of water
Water that may wet my thirsty tongue
But when I look into that deep well
I see a crack in its basic foundation
And no clean water lies in this broken cistern

So I drop my bucket into that deep broken well
Hoping for a mere drink of water
But in the bucket comes muddied, dirtied water  
And when I pour that water into my thirsty mouth
My thirst is not satisfied, it is only magnified
And I am more thirsty than I have been ever before

So I take another drink
But this broken cistern holds water that cannot satisfy
Water that may merely increase my thirst
That will only bring forth the day of my death
For my mouth is as dry as this desert sand
And I will die here in this dry desert of death

I am like dead dry bones in the valley of death
With no flesh or breath to give me life
But then when I find the water that gives life
Flesh will come about my bones
And He will breathe breath into my lungs
Then for the first time, I will have true life

I wander on never finding the water I require
But then I stand and look heavenward
And I hear my weary voice cry out “My bones are dried up!
All hope is lost, and I am cut off!”
So I stand in the dry dying desert
Alone with nothing and no one to hope in

Then His glorious voice responds; “I will raise you from your graves
I will put My Spirit in you, for I am the Lord your God
I am with you to the end of the ages
For My Son, your God reigns with me
And our Name is Immanuel
For I am with you."

And I fall to my knees
For there lies a cistern unbroken
I look deep into this well and see a promise unforsaken
For the well is filled with sweet satisfying water
And I drink never to thirst again
For He is the Living Water, and I am satisfied in Him
Theology Narration Deep
crybaby911 Sep 2015
You're in my reality
You're in my dreams
You are all I see
You make me scream

Get out of my head! You undesirable *******
No, please don't break me further
Don't tear me apart
But my words drifted in the wind into a soft murmur

My eyes are cold
Expressing no emotions
My soul was sold
And you bottled me with potions

I scream
I kick
Get out of my dreams
You're making me sick

I awake
Distorted in all mental confusion
My senses became opaque, written in my mistakes
Because you are just an unforsaken illusion; stuck in the gravity of my imagination.
Styles Sep 2015
I see people with there minds closed feelings exposed
eyes wide shut, with open toes
they're too enclosed
in a mindstate - reality overthrown
By throwns of the egos
Egoes guiding the thrown.
war amongst foes killing innocent souls like wild fowls.
We keep judging books by their covers, so when the truth unfolds, it's a different story. True nature uncovers has halos hover over two stories. The sins of our father's, and we blame our motherland for land us in unforsaken. Thanks to mother we all will sink in the sand that we played our hand. Instead of learning for our mistakes, we take the word of another man. Wisdom is something I will never understand, as long as I got the upper hand.
j Oct 2013
I am as pure and divine as God's fallen angel
and my mind runs riots sometimes
I feel the Rogue Creature coarse through my veins
Lucifers being takes hold of my own
leads me down the unforsaken roads
and then I'm left alone
lost in the realms of death and despair
but you know
I'm not religious
and I'm begninning to believe
that all of this is not as it seems
and your declerations of love
mean nothing when they come
from the heart and mouth
of a drunken paramour
and it is apparent only now
that my own personal Hell
has been derived by you
all along
It makes me feel bad
To know Jesus'
Last thoughts were
"Father
Why have you forsaken me?. "
If the New Testament
Was written today
That would have been
Most certainly
Edited out
Ashleigh Black Jul 2014
I want You to take me up
and crash me into Your waves
with the force of Your love
and protect me from the undertow
because I know You're always
by my side, I can trust You.
I only pray that You don't
let me sink into the darkest depths
of my unforsaken heart
and help me see the sunset.
Arcassin B Oct 2016
By Arcassin Burnham


Seeing things in my past behind me, Know you couldn't
Find me,
haven't slept good for many days due to finding timing,
It's never perfect , it's never worth it just to get in trouble,
I stay inside and I humble myself in the matrix struggle,
Until I see , external life then I'll remain distant,
Inside a game , I know I'm not playing to feel his presence,
It's not okay , the eagles will fly but the vultures listen,
I spoke too soon , the flowers still bloom in this perfect sentence,
Numb my Body Lord , numb my Body.

/

Beauty in so many words......
To say,
Life that can be expressed without meaning,
But Has to pay,
Cant stay up for the rest your life wondering when something will come ,
You gotta get even with life,
it can't be any more unusual that life treats you
So unfair when there are 5 thousand other people
with the same problem,
See! You never get any sleep when
You talk to yourself,
Drying out the wounds of a broken past,
And killing yourself ,
Look what you've become......
Your years of being unforsaken has been passed,
Please leave me as a boy and let me die a man.

/

A child's laughter spreading love
And joy,
This wicked world likes to play us
Like used toys,
All the little girls and boys see the new days of this
Pollution,
Don't like institutions,
What was your resolution?
Everybody wants to have the jewels and the
Money but not stable to put in work,
When times get rough and you feel you have to
End it, you gotta know your worth,

Your heart lays sick in the birth of a flower blooming
Life into all of the people that feel weary in the mist Of
Being born into a wicked twisted world run by people
That don't really give a care about the less fortunate
That struggle for the simple things,
What will this bring?
Lead me through a dream filled with roses and chaos.
©ABPoetry2016
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2016/10/chloroform-novacaine-pass-due-lead-me.html
He called it mornings night,
He called it angels flight.
He set his clock  just right

The only way he set his clock.


Mornings night comes in close
It gives unto those who give the most
It dreary dreams of clouds and candy
Murky spots still grow Lions of Dandy.

And He, unforsaken, clean
Staring through space to me.
Oh his eyes are fish swimming in and out
And I want to tell him but i would need to shout
Yes his eyes are wide and its a spacial spectacle
His horus face and his for head triangle.

Dear God I must be wittnessing a Miracle
Dear god do you  hear these angels song
and do you hear how lyrical
and could it last very long?

Just let me stay hear, with in this place
Just let us float here, Oh, Your Horus Face.
Just let me stay, baby, set the clocks.
And if you need me, give me 7 knocks.


He was setting his clocks, he does that
And he only sets them right
He sets them in vibration
and he sets his morning night.
My beautiful husband, and his beautiful soul. There is something with in him that is such a gift. I do so enjoy living with him and being his woman. He mystifies me. Bliss was never even zealous to reach the lengths of this mans purity. He is quite right. Quite Right my friends.
preservationman Mar 2016
At the ringing of the clock at precise midnight
Souls after souls from everywhere began to be lifted up
Flesh simply disappeared
But it was the midnight hour to preserver
There were no moans and no pain
It was only the soul that would remain
The moon was high and full
There seemed to some of pull
A new destiny being eternity
Death being the finale
The Unforsaken attempting to be together in an alley
It was quick and swift
A new Earth and emotions
Death has hit me and I am drifting to a place
My soul no man can ever replace
My life is a temporary erase
This is my day and it’s a spiritual getaway
I must move on in the call and can’t stay
Death onto me on this day, and into my own eternity where there is solvency.
Tammy Boehm Sep 2014
Mat 24:6  When reports come in of wars and rumored wars, keep your head and don't panic. This is routine history; this is no sign of the end.



Sleep, precious one
The sheltered oblivion of innocence
Passes quickly
In the revelation of darkness and light

Mat 24:7  Nation will fight nation and ruler fight ruler, over and over. Famines and earthquakes will occur in various places.



But consider the intimate whispered things
The divinity of DNA
I made you to stand unshaken
Uncompromised
Unforsaken, Child I am with you

Mat 24:8  This is nothing compared to what is coming.

The celebration of death
Macabre mutations of sacred and profane
Black and white will blur
And you will cry alone
Over gray shadows of lives
That might have been

Mat 24:9  "They are going to throw you to the wolves and **** you, everyone hating you because you carry my name.



But you have the courage
To stare death down
I am your forever
Each beat of your heart
Remembers my promise

Mat 24:10  And then, going from bad to worse, it will be dog-eat-dog, everyone at each other's throat, everyone hating each other.



Eyes blind they stare
At the mirrored reflections
Unable to recognize
The sanctity of a human life
But you’re not among the walking dead

Mat 24:11  "In the confusion, lying preachers will come forward and deceive a lot of people.



One way, one truth, one life
This mantra whispered
In the cacophony of choice
Residue of lost souls, multiple paths
To a destination of perpetual separation
Just follow me….

Mat 24:12  For many others, the overwhelming spread of evil will do them in--nothing left of their love but a mound of ashes.

The conditional provisions
Bound, gagged and shackled
This was never my way

Mat 24:13  "Staying with it--that's what God requires. Stay with it to the end. You won't be sorry, and you'll be saved.

Sleep precious Child
I will wait for you in your future
When you know its not in the victory
But the struggle
You will find me where I’ve always been
Within
I bring you Peace.

Love
Dad

TL Boehm
www.tlboehm.webs.com
Peace.
(all scripture references taken from the Message Bible paraphrase)
just another Godpoem
Carlo C Gomez Sep 2020
I held the moon

And knew immortality

I traded all my unforsaken days

To move within the eternal orbit of her night

To eclipse death

Yet here then the gap narrowed
Jace Albine May 2023
When eternity calls

Will you be there?

Your soul in eternity

Such a pleasant time

Such a friendly space

Don't forget,
You get what you give

This life
Is what it is

But it also
Is what it isn't

Ambiguity

Or so they say

They say a lot of things

But what is real?

Other than what is beyond What we are?

The thing I looked for

The host

It's there
And it knows what there is

And what there isn't

It's beyond a scope

Or a scopes scope

It's like the holy ghost

It knows
And it knows the most's mosts

Everything goes by

In the blink of an eye's eye

I will never not wonder
Why's why

Even when I know

Because

Much like life

I've loved it

For ever

For wanting

To be

Alive
I hope you enjoy the experience of life
Jack tierney Mar 2018
Sick minded and evil spirited,
Material things I need them.
Cover up my insecureties and burn them.
Tell the one I never loved her.
Just kidding Tell her im dead without her.
Hollowed to the bone.
Lost and all alone.
Gave up family and friends.
For destiny.

When I walk I move in silence.
When I speak I talk in tongues.
I never liked the way I looked,
So I dyed my hair yellow.
I never felt confident talking to girls,
So I started belittling them.

I am forsaken by my own insecurities,
They exemplify in others.
Nobody in this world has made me feel loved,
Except for you my little sugar bug.

Help me find my way back home,
I have wondered down an unforsaken road.
I turned left when I should have gone right.
Ran out of gas in the desert.
Broke the tires in the mountains, and drove into a river.
Ever since I lost my car, I’ve been looking for a better one.

I always thought the ol’ reliable was exactly what she was,
Until I saw her drowning.
Immediately I saw all of our good times, the empty tanks and the flat tires.
Immediately I missed that car and sought after one just like her,
Unfortunately she was one of a kind.

I guess that’s the thing about life,
There is always something new,
To draw you away form what you already have.
Elsie Greek May 2022
now it's time
to listen to the ***** of revolution
and shoot the doubt in the head.
no panic, rustic planning's smooshed 
into rampage during press junkets soaking wet.
now it's time
they are praying to the silence
as they move to set their bodies free,
set their spirits free with violence
as they leave our minds be.
if the doubts still prevail,
they might turn into a disco ball,
so bright and sublime,
that now it's time
it recovers the pulse
and the strengths of the crowds,
unforsaken.
Inspo by an Arcade fire live show, so therapeutic.
Qualyxian Quest Sep 2021
Just a dream
Don't come true
In reality
A delusion

I wish them well
Truly do
I alone
My confusion

Back to sleep
Eternity
Sleep
But never waken

Time is the Cross
Simone Weil
Vive la France!
Unforsaken

Poetry: Makin'.

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