_*_
GOODBYE
I didn't even get the chance
to tell you goodbye.
Is that all there is to life?.
I'm left asking: why?.
For years you suffered
then all the sudden you die.
I still can't believe you are gone,
and sometimes I cry.
The questions seem so futile,
I wonder, why even try?.
Life's so uncertain;
it quickly passes you by.
Wings of angel carry you now,
high above me you fly.
Left to carry on without you,
I love you and miss you.
Goodbye-
_*_
You open your dream-bathed eyes
to see me gazing into you
with innocent curiosity -
as if your vulnerability were
the most delicate essence
a man could cherish.
I want to taste, and smell,
and live the memories in your eyes,
so that you never need ask why, or what;
or shy away from my smile,
wrapping trust in perfect silence.
_*_
Shoes
Little Shoes, scuffed and dusty
led him out the
gate.
Kicked a rock, kicked a stick,
little shoes.
Little shoes on little feet
shuffled down the
walk.
Summertime, sun beat down on
little shoes.
Little shoes went through the gate
of the Quincy
Public Pool.
Pulled them off before he swam,
little
shoes.
No one around to watch him swim,
found him floating in
Quincy Pool.
And they found his little shoes.
Little
shoes.
_*_
is it not what we search for
the joys of living and the detrimental consequences that they uphold
bitterness
agony
loneliness
ah, my friends from times forgotten
how i try to destroy your existence from my empty soul
life
pain
love
the joys of living
the essence of death
one must not ponder upon the consequences of tomorrow
but exist in the emptiness of now
_*_
Dreams
When I dream
I dream of a
Beautiful
White stallion
Flying above the
clouds and over
the world
Looking down
at me,
Watching,
Dreaming,
Just like me.
_*_
LOVE AT THE MORGUE
His heart was pure
his love was true
but it was all so futile
her lips were blue
_*_
Show And Tell
by Summer Leigh
Strip the dressing of your eyes
Release the madness locked with chains inside
Show and tell all to all
Taunt the world with jewels of your ardor
Curse and bleed and guard your soul
Believe your smile and make that belief your shield.
_*_
You sweep across my mind
waltzing
like weeping willows
dancing in the wind
as i bask in the
shadows of your shade
I inhale...your scent
that lightly surrounds me
soaking beneath the surface
of my skin
remembering your sweet kisses
slithering across my limbs
undauntingly
enveloping me
with impeccable pleasure.
_*_
To my Wife
I drank of all her tenderness
and left my heart
behind.
I slipped into her deep blue eyes
and found a
love divine.
I tasted freedom in a vow
beyond the pain of severed
ties.
Surrounded by her virtues now
into the field
where freedom lies.
Mike Van Rensselaer
_*_
Goodbye
I must tell you my friend
Although it hurts my
heart
We can never be together
No, we must remain
apart
Yes, I do know what you need
Something I cannot
provide
I'm afraid to give myself to you
Would want you
always by my side
In my mind I realize
That this can never be
So now
I say Good Bye to you
I won't forget ... Will you remember
me?
by Katleena
_*_
blocked
screaming at the blisters of reality
picking at the sores of my soul
crying at all the bats that were slammed against my head
pissed at all the mosquitoes that made me break
fall down at the pieces of my heart left to pour
pouring the 7 drops of spirit into someone elses pain
yelling at the deer that block the path of life
wanting to go home but the way is too far to see though
_*_
Don't speak to me of forever.
Don't give me your undying devotion.
Don't give me rings or jewelry.
Don't write me poetry
When you feel inclined.
Don't give me flowers or chocolates.
Don't call me just to talk to me.
Don't laugh with me when I enjoy life.
Don't put your arm around me
When we walk side-by-side.
Don't let me call you "Darling",
Don't listen to my worries,
Don't give me sympathy,
Don't let me love you
For your uncaring self.
_*_
Lonely
Everyone
Feels
Tormented
Occilating
Under
Tears
_*_
Laments
Another
Wild
Society
Punitive
Undertakings
Never
Insure
Satisfaction
However
Measured
Enforcement
Neatly
Terminates
_*_
To Sarah
What a joy it has been for me
To have been chosen the one
To help Sarah develop and sing her song
She is a life which is growing so strong,
And who in her youth has lived so long
But, my darling dearest, like this wine bottled today
As good as you are now, you are only still
The essence of what you are to become.
from her father
on her 17th, August 17, 1997
_*_
I AM
I am a wildfire spreading fast
I am a beast roaming the forest
The wind blows gently...
But I am fierce.
Fear me as I fear myself.
--*--
Cemetery
Under this earth
Are lives that have
Passed
And memories
That have been
Forgotten
Weeds thrive
On patches of dust
Too hard
And too dry
To grow anything else
Stones tear at the dirt
Markers for the
Love that has been
Buried here
And women cry
Desperately
As this ground
Claims another
--*--
UNTITLED
Sadness befell my heart,
At a time,
Not so long ago,
To watch from afar,
When everything felt,
So near;
There is no sign of these feelings,
Save for one solitary tear;
What was magic at first,
Is gone forever,
What was to be my dream,
Was to be mine,
Never;
To watch from afar,
'Tis my fate,
And my sadness,
Hath become nothing,
But a lonely weight.
--*--
HAIKU FONDU
Chicks always dis me
My girlfriend moved to
Tulsa
That's what her friends say
--*--
Abuse
The sun would light my room as a child,
Taking away night terrors-but greater threats lay ahead.
No words were spoken kindly
No thoughts shared in confidence
Or silence.
No written words, no shouts of joy
Only the quiet desperation of a handcuffed heart.
Tina
--*--
I FOUND HER SLEEPING
LIKE A PROMISE
ON A SOFTLY
WOVEN LIE
I LEFT HER TREMBLING
DISEASED AND SICKENED
WITH
MISCHIEF IN HER EYE
SHE FOUND HIM SLEEPING...
--*--
Oh no, another attack
of poetry --
words rushing into my mind,
hand clawing for my rusty pen.
Fight it, resist the urge.
The world already
is cluttered with wise words
and someone has said it all before,
and better,
and no one asked for my opinion
anyway.
----
Loving You
Loving you
makes chewing glass
seem easy.
--*--
facing the autumn sun,
I am defined
by my lengthening shadow
--*--
When I ask my sister how she would kill her husband
she says: "Mushrooms"
with a definitive nod
as if she had already
settled that matter.
"Enokies --
small, white, plump
as babies toes.
Smothered in garlic,
drowning in cream,
he would never taste
the Amanitas.
I would spoon-feed him."
--*--
That man there is my father,
he never is a bother.
The woman is my mother,
I could ask for no other.
That boy there is my brother,
I'd rather have
another.
Those people are my family,
and they're the best that
there could be!
_*_
This is what i have?
i halt for the JACKALS
banter with the bestial bruised
premature and desolate
not a scarce sight of honor
and honor only in hate
i covet a kindred touch
but kindred is RED from my palm plunging
and to my conscience rising.......boiling
* * *
this IS what i have!
i join again the jackals
and my heart renders black
_*_
Lite Poetry from Goose Holler
If ever you think you ain't good enough
Just get
yourself a dip of snuff.
Then curl back your lips and
grin,
And take a spit and try again.
Goose Holler....sorry about the tobacco....I'm kind of old and country...
_*_
"Shadows on the Wall"
Huh?
who?
what?
where?
wait....
watch out!
look over there.
I saw it again
whatever it was
what am I seeing?
maybe just fuzz.
I'll turn on the light
and wait to see what it was
but it's awfully late
so instead,
I'll just close my eyes
and then I won't see the shadows on the wall.
_*_
FOOL
I can hear your voice
and all the words you said
there's to many feelings
running round in my head
and its making me so angry
how life can be so
cruel
all i can think to myself
is how i am such a
fool
how could i treat you bad
and expect you to
stay
when you'd be much better off
staying far far
away
_*_
Volerò
Nel buio del giorno
Verso la luce della notte
Per tuffarmi
Nel lago calmo
D'un tuo sorriso.
_*_
WHY DON'T THEY SEE ME?
Why don't they see me?
They look at me and see all bad.
Missing the part that loves them so.
They lie to me
And play with my mind
until I am so confused
I have to cry.
They have no reason to
hate me so, but hate me
none-the-less.
How can they not see the love
that burns so strong in my
heart only for them?
Why do they overlook my heart
and mind and look to my
hurtful past?
Why don't they see me?
By Emily S Tate
_*_
What does hell think it's doing
beating on my
head.
It has cut me down to size and
made me learn
everything, not the
hard way, but the way that
takes
you past death's door.
Love is so filled with hate
that I now laugh at
lovers
because I can see their futures so
clearly. Why
must there be love
if there is hate? Both end up
with
the same conclusion.
By Emily S Tate
_*_
to the flower gardener
Mephistopheles,
sever from vitality.
(this flower garden)
--*--
Hope, Pray
Wish, Dream
No matter how hard
Things might seem.
--*--
There is a door in the garden
There is a door in the garden,
I go there every day.
the door is to another world ,
a world of dream where things are what you want.
We have all been there in the night,
to see things unreal and beautiful.
where's your door?
--*--
PEOPLE
SOME PEOPLE LOVE YOU
SOME PEOPLE DON'T
SOME WILL DIS YOU
SOME JUST WON'T
PEOPLE WILL BE YOUR FRIEND
AND PEOPLE WILL HATE YOU
TILL THE END
SOME ARE GOOD
SOME ARE BAD
SOME ARE HAPPY
SOME ARE SAD
SOME ARE FORGIVENG
SOME ARE SINNING
NO MATTER IF YOUR BLACK OR WHITE,PURPLE OR GREEN, WE ALL HAVE A SEQUAL,WE ARE ALL EQUAL........WE'RE PEOPLE......
BY:TARYN TARVER, AGE:12 :BORN FEB. 4.1985.......
8/10/97
RLUV@WEBTV.NET
--*--
ENTANGLEMENT OF CONTRAST
His hands, mahogany strong,
caress her alabaster
smoothness.
Melifluous passion meshing beautiful skin
with
beautiful skin, concealing the hardships within.
Together they are an entanglement of contrast,
until
he reaches over to turn out the light.
By Karin Wetzl
--*--
Silver willow tree
gets only the second prize
when maple glows gold
against the black autumn sky.
Transient stand of honour.
Risto King Järvinen
--*--
LOVE IS...
LOVE IS WHEN YOU HOLD HANDS,
LOVE IS WHEN YOU KISS,
LOVE IS WHEN YOU HUG,
LOVE CAN BE YOU AND ME.
by: Anthony Helson
--8--
The Bum
He walks along the streets
not knowing where to go
He has no fmaily in times of need
He sleeps on cold, hard benches at night
He has dirty, grey hair and he wears a dirty,
old jacket for his winter wear
He plunders in trash for food to eat
nobody cares, he's just a bum on the street
No one konws how he feels
Maybe one day people will wonder,
If it'll happen to them one day.
Teresa(TAM)
--8--
A life full of joy is a life full of love
a life full of love is a life full of happiness
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Without dreams there is no work
without work there are no dreams
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Teresa(TAM)
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