Tag: Poetry

Poetry-Thing Thursday: Come in, Come in

~ S.M. Nolan ~ Leave a comment

Come in here for a moment,

let me show you what goes on:

 

Flashes of pain,

Death and dying.

Rebirth in flame.

Ascent or crashing–

choose the name.

 

Deeper now.

In you come.

 

Memories,

of anger and greed,

abandoned hope,

in time with need.

Restless peace,

For the deadened weed.

 

Now that you’re in,

here’s a spin:

it’s all misrepresented,

in situation.

 

Open mind.

Formal lies,

of a casual kind.

Your worthless tries,

never remind.

 

Do you sense,

a misguided presence?

Are you certain,

of the vessel’s proud curtain?

 

When you leave,

please wipe your feet.

For the outside is clean,

but in here you’re beat.

 

It is my place of honor,

neither death nor defeat,

I’ve brought it upon her,

But you’ll forever repeat.

Lines of cries and pleas, and hate,

To topple me is no small feat.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: Fade In

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Fade In

 

Fade in.

We hear:

A pen scratching,

Shouts in the distance.

A shot.

Death.

 

Cold, dark, and blue,

The world turns on you,

and will kill you too.

 

I have seen in many ways,

the lives of man condemned.

And I have had many days,

with which I must contend.

 

We can see the mind of God

– What a helpless contraption.

Souls of queens, and kings, and men

– Another mindless abstraction

The hearts of martyrs, saints, and kin,

– but not into ourselves, or not in good fashion.

 

And if we live well what do we win?

Yet another, fruitless life,

Evermore fading in.

Is it more beauty than hatred or sin,

to be alone in our strife,

never more to fade in?

 

Poetry-Thing Thursday: The Final Sigh

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The Final Sigh

 

Confusion,
it’s all that comes out.
Is it pathetic,
or a fake-out?
Do you know,
what you feel?
Or is it all,
too surreal?

 

You need to vacate,
your mind’s current state.
You should maintain,
keep straight and abstain.
But will you know,
when you’ve gone too low?

 

It’s all a matter of lines.
Do you see the signs?
We’re living hard times,
all around us ’til the final sigh.

 

She’s got a girl,
who is her world.
She drives her insane,
it isn’t humane.
But can she tell,
when life’s a living hell?

 

It’s all a matter of lines.
Cross and pay the fines.
Three or four chimes,
bell’s at the final sigh.

 

Can you feel it,
on the inside?
Will you stay lit,
in a breaking tide? 

It’s all a matter of time,
until the final sigh.

Poetry-Thing Thursday: And I’ve Gone Blind

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And I’ve Gone Blind

 

She said,

I like the way you dress

I said,

I’d like to know you best

 

When the winter came,

only sadness.

Then a new-formed spring,

with her forever-rest.

 

Along a winding road,

life passed us by,

while we were told,

nothing but to die.

 

Were we affected,

by love’s demise?

Or just afflicted,

by toxic sighs?

 

I’ve no certainties,

now nor does she.

A life long passed,

her eyes no longer see.

 

But paid in time,

eager ‘n serpentine,

my eyes have grayed,

and I’ve gone blind.

 

I cannot see,

what lies inside of me.

All my sense,

in past tense.

 

Am I dead,

far from life’s caress?

Where do I tread?

For sight I do not possess.

 

And I am blind,

to any happiness.

Hell-bound, without kind,

I have failed the test.