The Once Grassy Plain
Not electric
by this aged rock
solid against the waves
of the lake.
The smoke rises
above the city,
but I remain noncommital
breathing shallow, thoughtlessly
concentrating on the passion
of a recent lover
unknown to the hazy sunlight
in my eyes.
Fresh concrete poured
to fill in the spaces and cracks
that expose the surface
of being alone
on the once grassy plain.
poem by Gary Winkel
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
Misfit Destructionists
Born to slaughter falsities,
Are those branded nonconformists.
Or other maverick labels given,
To have many perceive them to be...
Misfit destructionists,
Methodically tearing down...
Concepts thought sound and solid.
Although cracks gone ignored,
Viewed upon those foundations once adored...
Have become too valued to renovate,
For fear an updating will expose what is faked.
To reveal carpenter ants have eaten through,
What was believed to accept as being concrete.
Instead of plywood used.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Must i convince you again, if i must, i must
passion, it is the sound of
blankets and
pillows it is the song of
bedroom and
shower that make our hearts
join in the symphony of
the choir of passionate
melodies, remembering and
contemplating
on those satisfied nights
away from the usual crowd
of lonely people,
and so i ask where is the passion now?
what table what space have you
put it? what are those chairs
with no one sitting there?
those cold coffee cups
and burned cigars
a room filled with smoke clearing up
with time
i guess we have a role to play
in this domino of jejune
this long waiting
passion must be reborn in books
and monitors
those poems unwritten
because you have encircled your body
with flimsy arms
fingers melting into water
feet without soles
shoes with molds because of
non usage
dead nails that you have not pulled
or cut
sow the seeds again
on those grassy fertile lands
of forgotten desire
come with me, i am alone in my bed
we can talk and then
decide
what we can fill with those blank spaces
those closed doors
those broken stairs
our eyes may wink again
and be
sympathetic at last....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Cattle In Summer
Around th' adjoining brook, that purls along
The vocal grove, now fretting o'er a rock,
Now scarcely moving through a reedy pool,
Now starting to a sudden stream, and now
Gently diffused into a limpid plain
A various group the herds and flocks compose.
Rural confusion! on the grassy bank
Some ruminating lie; while others stand
Half circling surface. In the middle droops
The strong laborious ox, of honest front,
Which incomposed he shakes; and from his sides
The troublous insects lashes with his tail,
Returning still. Amid his subjects safe,
Slumbers the monarch swain; his careless arm
Thrown round his head, on downy moss sustain'd;
Here laid his scrip, with wholesome viands fill'd;
There, listening every noise, his watchful dog.
Light fly his slumbers, if perchance a flight
Of angry gadflies fasten on the herd;
The startling scatters from the shallow brook,
In search of lavish stream. Tossing the foam,
They scorn the keeper's voice, and scour the plain,
Through all the bright severity of noon;
While, from their labouring breasts, a hollow moan
Proceeding, runs low-bellowing round the hills.
poem by James Thomson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sober
Royal Canadian blended
The spicy aroma had mended me
Matured for years and imported
Into my glass you poured it
And you're the only reason
That I remain unfrozen
Suppose it stands to reason
That you would turn on me
You're so solid
You're so solid
It burns inside of me
Cause you're so solid
It burns inside of me
The wild turkey's been chosen
Its caramel nose could smell me
Arbourler/Jameson I love you
The single malts came burning
And you're the only reason
That I remain unfrozen
Suppose it stands to reason
That you would turn on me
You're so solid
You're so solid
It burns inside of me
Cause you're so solid
It burns inside of me
Royal Canadian Blended
The spicy aroma had mended me
And you're the only reason
That I remain unfrozen
Suppose it stands to reason
That you would turn on me
You're so solid
You're so solid
It burns inside of me
Cause you're so solid
It burns inside of me
song performed by by Muse from Showbiz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Tears and Sighs
Tear-waves of
Passion and Elation,
Pain and Plight,
Sympathy and Empathy ….
Of feelings –
Known and unknown,
Surging from the bottomless lake
Of emotions within
Do not always
Reach the shores of eyes.
Sensitivity rocks them,
Sensibility stops them
And they remain
Crushing and crashing,
Soaking and choking,
Spreading and expanding,
Evaporating and fuming
Within,
Burning the being
As silent sighs –
Vapourized tears,
Till they escape out
To dissolve and dissipate
Into the Endless,
If not pacified and calmed by
Soothing stretches of Love.
(01.09.2009)
(Inspired by 'Time Place and Action' by Arkay Das)
poem by Vanita Thakkar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Milky Tears
As the creek wherein I lay began to overflow
I looked upon the waterfall that poured like milky cream
And let the tender milkmaid fill the shallow, naked Earth
And pour onto the river, a quiet, gentle stream
And as my body sharply bent to sit atop the rocks
Under the cool of water stringy in its wavy trail
My eyes froze very sharply, like an iceberg in the sea
And in a bow and eyebrow rest, I began to wail
And as the dew falls off the crimson roses
So did my tears dropp in the winding lake
And only joy did dropp into the silky liquid
For only beauty did my eyes intake
poem by Sasha Ioffine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Crazy Jane On God
That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Banners choke the sky;
Men-at-arms tread;
Armoured horses neigh
In the narrow pass:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
I had wild jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Before their eyes a house
That from childhood stood
Uninhabited, ruinous,
Suddenly lit up
From door to top:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Oh, that lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Honed By Pain
With feet that dance after crossing a burning terrain
Blisters unseen by many eyes
A distant gleam of sorrow escapes when the saga of her bygone days surface
A vision of elegance and resilience
Just sitting there, happy to be
What happened remains a secret that should never be told
what she did with it, is what one should uphold
stormy nights only smoothed her hair
Tears she shed rendered more glistening to her eyes
The pain endured just lays in the depth of her bosom
burning there to exude warmth and passion
Like a rock she stays, surface only smoothed by the pounding waves
With a smile that sparkles like a diamond
She prevails
To inspire
To be there
For anyone that needs.
poem by Sanya Bhatt
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
This concrete city
infects the sky...turning it
into concrete too.
Concrete sun and concrete rain.
Concrete humans... cry...real tears
tanka by Dónall Dempsey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The deluge
The crust of the world breaks open
and water gushes up
from below,
while heavy continual rain
pours down from above.
Lightning bolts roar menacing
flashing white blue
against a clouded black sky
and the sun is blocked off
and it’s like night.
The ark rises on water
which floods universally
causing havoc and catastrophe
and in tremendous winds
Noah steers the ship
to ride gigantic waves.
His massive arms
is rock solid on the wheel
while huge waves break
splashing him soaking wet
and the chill creeps in
right through to his bones,
but the biggest chill
is in his heart of humanity,
while he watches the rest
birds and animals die
and dead bodies drift
as far as his eyes can see.
Solid rain pours down for forty days
without end, winds howl in great intensity
and waves break and rock the ship
uncaring for its destiny
and it’s as if every lightning bolt
finds the ship
as the only thing available to bash down on.
Days and nights he watches
dark green water rising,
rushing, crushing and coiling out
and in the dark the wake at the stern
gleams white.
[Reference: Genesis 6-8.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Speech Behind Speech
Speech behind speech
That teaches itself under the touch and sight
In the night-bound city
Uncovers spaces where no spaces were before
Language of light
Uncovers spaces where no spaces were
Between the image of it and your face
Language of silence
Surface and see and touch
My name was left [?, maybe "expected"]
Speech behind speech
That teaches itself under the touch and sight
In the night-bound city
Language of light
Uncovers spaces where no spaces were
Between the image of it and your face
Language of silence
Surface and see and touch
My name was left [?, maybe "expected
song performed by by Sting
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Surfaces
at the surface it may be smooth
like varnished furniture
but then it is not the surface that really counts
the inner layer makes the difference
is it made of steel or plain wood?
what stuff are you made of?
what heart is there? what spleen?
softness of cotton absorbent to failures
the hardness of clay that cracks to heat
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Incognito! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Walk in
City’s familiar
And unfamiliar
Bylanes;
Incognito…
Can leave
The mask home
Who has time to glance?
It’s a city
Without a heart,
With only emptiness;
Spaces, though cramped
one jostles,
To wander
In anonymity,
Tears flowing
Down your cheeks.
It’s a city
Without a spirit, yes-
Cold and hard
Like steel concrete benches
in the foggy park
on a winter eve.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Solid Rock
Well take a look at that
I made a castle in the sand
Saying this is where its at you know
Couldnt understand now
If I realised that the chances were slim
How come Im so surprised when the tide rolled in
I wanna live on solid rock
Im gonna live on solid rock
I wanna give I dont wanna be blocked
Im gonna live on solid rock
Well Im sick of potential
Im sick of vanity now
Im sticking to essential reality now
I dont know whats worse
Try to make a silk purse
Living an illusion living in confusion
Well a house of cards
Was never built for shock
You could blow it down in any kind of weather
Now two solid rocks two solid blocks
You know theyre gonna stick
Yeah theyre gonna stick together
Because the heart you break
Thats the one that you rely on
The bed that you make
Thats the one you gotta lie on
When you point, your finger cos your plan fell through
You got three more fingers pointing back at you
I wanna live on solid rock
Im gonna live on solid rock
I wanna give I dont wanna be blocked
Im gonna live on solid rock
Im solid rock now
song performed by by Dire Straits
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Our Hearts Remain
a torrent of light
poured from your lips,
tastes like shadow
and something more,
undefined...
step by step,
we approach mortality,
with the finality of crossings,
made under duress...
what's left is dust,
turned amber in sunlight...
that bleaches the walls
with infinity's brush.
this, and no more,
certainly no less....
we have lived with passion,
our hearts remain!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
New Lover
Baby you need sexual healing, youre damn right
Got bedroom lovers up to the ceiling, day and night
Its not that its wrong but it sure aint right
All your lovers walk on water for one night
In the morning you run for the border in plain sight
Is that all you want, one more man, one more night
Yeah, this is your new lover
Same as the old lover
Everybody knows it does nothing for your soul
Youre just another passion junkie
This is your new lover
What you need and what you want are two things
I dont want to be the confidante of your sins
I dont want the stories, you know it stings
Hear you come walking with another handsome man
Im tired of your show baby, dont you understand
Ill be your new lover
Ill be your new lover
Ill be your new lover
Not like the old lover
I know I can give you something for your soul
Dont have to be a passion junkie
Ill be your new lover
song performed by by Rick Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Lost angel
In valleys of concrete I have lost you
and in this godless city
where one hears the noise of sirens, brakes
and car engines, you walk
into someone else’s arms
and lights flash luring right through the night
while people cavort as if there is no tomorrow,
untill the morning sun rises in the east,
prostitutes wipe the sleep out of their eyes
and motorists curse and throw dirty signs at each other.
In valleys of concrete I have lost you
and now you have just become a memory,
another fallen angel
in this hell of a place.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ocean
Here comes the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves where have they been
Dont swim tonight my love, the sea is mad my love
Its known to drive men crazy
Malcolm has burned at sea, the castle it sits and reeks
The madness can make you hazy
But here come the waves
Down by the shore
Washing the rocks that have been here
Centuries or more
Down by the sea
Here come the ocean
And the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
And the waves where have they been
Castles glowing at night, towers above out fright
Warlocks decapitating
Malcolm he lives on hate, serve your brain on a plate
Feasts on your mouth for dinner
But here come the waves
Down by the sea
Washing the eyes of the men
Who have died
Down by the sea
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
Here come the waves
song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Domino - Jessie J
I'm feeling sexy and free
Like glitter's raining on me
You're like a shot of pure gold
I think I'm bout to explode
I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running cause you're taking me there
Don't you know...you spin me out of control
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
We can do this all night
Damn this love is skin tight
Baby come on
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Boomin' like a bass drum
Sparkin' up a rhythm
Baby, come on!
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Every second is a highlight When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight Take me down like I'm a domino
You got me losing my mind
My heart beats out of time
I'm seeing Hollywood stars
You strum me like a guitar
I can taste the tension like a cloud of smoke in the air
Now I'm breathing like I'm running cause you're taking me there
Don't you know...you spin me out of control
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
We can do this all night
Damn this love is skin tight
Baby come on
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Boom'n like a bass drum
Sparkin' up a rhythm
Baby, come on!
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Every second is a highlight
When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby dancing in the moonlight
Ooh baby baby got me feeling so right
Ooh baby baby
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Rock my world until the sunlight
Make this dream the best I've ever known
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
Every second is a highlight
When we touch don't ever let me go
Dirty dancing in the moonlight
Take me down like I'm a domino
poem by Monj Miyashiro
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Recall
I am the land of their fathers,
In me the virtue stays.
I will bring back my children,
After certain days.
Under their feet in the grasses
My clinging magic runs.
They shall return as strangers.
They shall remain as sons.
Over their heads in the branches
Of their new-bought, ancient trees,
I weave an incantation
And draw them to my knees.
Scent of smoke in the evening,
Smell of rain in the night--
The hours, the days and the seasons,
Order their souls aright,
Till I make plain the meaning
Of all my thousand years--
Till I fill their hearts with knowledge,
While I fill their eyes with tears.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!