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Editing - rough draft

double grumble

grumblers two
can't still believe
it's a metre long...
you work in depth
in knots
all know
but metre perhaps
is a bit too long ...
no!

reduce your weight...
I did too
ran a mile
then collapsed
as just as well
with the laden weight
of bag of vegetables

so why reduce weight
I say
make do
your better half will still love you
slow be it never mind
life's always been a fast grind...
never mind

DEATH

Death, its grey winged whispered flight,
hovers a shroud of eerie light above the soul,
its presence shades all thoughts of days with light,
when clear skies, filled with sailing clouds of white 
made all seem
all right, 
all safe, 
all pleasing to the sight,

Now
dank, dead roses rot inside the heart, 
those flowers of red
that once took part in the arts of life, 
loves gentleness imparted; 
sensed the scent, 
the velvet softness touched by cheek and lip,
now bleeds.

REFLECTION

REFLECTION

and through the looking glass
I crept
to see the other side of me
all spells broken

and into a darkness
I fell
like Lucifer in his hell
for what the years
had truly taken

but despair finds its hope
somewhere
and what has been
by Time forsaken
is in Time forgotten

The Library of my Heart

I visit often, the Library of my Heart.
Sometimes I go to reminisce,
and at other times, I find my self

browsing through the volumes,
as I catalogue them
and replace them on the shelves.

There are so many volumes,
I’m really quite taken “aback”, at times;
Because I realize that I’ve been so liberally blessed,

with these episodes of the heart.
And on any given day,
I’m always pleasantly surprised;

A Mantle of Wonder

whisper to me in dark places,
unshackling my mute form

revive the thousand voices,
I have sustained in a forever
unspoken and formless
so as to be forgotten,
it was in a night-scape,
the void of sound
negated speech

I break into flight,
with an oath choking
on my first cry

I drift on the hair of my nape,
as the weave of my cloth
spirals, for a moment

as gums bleed out
the rhythm in my shade, refrains

Idle

While idly speculating why
I gave a little sigh
the chances to descry
are slim
My mind formed a fist
gave reality a twist
(it developed an alarming list)
and sank
I sit here quite complacent
a cold beer is adjacent
an idea forming nascent
I dismiss
These words have little meaning
perhaps I am just screening
the possibility demeaning
I have nothing more to say

a butterfly wee

you are that butterfly,
I always wished to be
in the solemn solitude
of the place where now I be,

yours are the wings
upon which I'd like to fly
as far and further as a butterfly

but take care of my weight,
tis bound to be a strain

that, I can't help
but my aerofoil shall help air to flow
will help reduce my weight
of course that you know

your poetry is like music

even my deaf ears
pick up the string
as in it snows
here in spring....

soft music begins....

A COVENANT OF ONE

A COVENANT OF ONE

It was not the best
of times
but it was my time
and now the years
have flown
leaving me on my own
alone
with the ghosts
that haunt
me

I MISSED YOU

I missed you

I missed you Dear

For the past twenty eight hours

You are eighty kilometers away from me

You are sleeping eating there as a child but

I have lost everything here cause I missed you

I cannot forget your angle smile and

I cannot digest your absence for such a long hours

You have moved to shape your future but

This old man missed his present with you

I may dream on your future but

I am not so strong enough to meet this loneliness

Send me your smile to guide me in dark

modus vivendi

this is the way the day unfolds
swirling crown notions
wings in a flurry
while dirty watered bootsteps
stretch north north west

deep in the harvest of fingerdepths
you turn your smooth caress
into doubts...the flat
bisquit liquid phone
silent

a crop of black stirs
on the wire
the mezzanine snowflake
tile array
dizzy in its spell wound
falling
rising like them
striking the sky with their
cries of hungry indignities

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