Poems for Poetry Circle
by dawg_isblue
Days In Sun
Week 51 - July 30, 1999
Out of the evening sun I shall climb
to enter the dreams that are in your mind.
Tonight is the same as the many nights before
tomorrow will become old folk lore.
True are the shadows of your disbelief
for I come this night to aid in your grief.
Swallow my thoughts while you exile in dreams
as I silence the night and stifle your screams.
Brave through the night, if you so dare
try to survive this undying nightmare.
I whisper, ''Tomorrow night.'', into your ear
and into the morning sun, I shall disappear.
Flowers In The Garden
Week 45 - June 11, 1999
While driving around this new found town
true despairity catches my eye.
Clouded horizons are common place
as storms race across the sky.
Overshadowed by the greenest trees
are streets that are lined with run down homes.
Although they're in need of less repair
than the broken families.
But there are flowers in the garden
brush away the freshly fallen snow.
Pretty flowers bloom here all year round
won't you come and watch them grow.
Carousel Dream
Week 43 - May 28, 1999
Tell me girl what do you hide
why do you look so sad
what is that haunting look in your eyes
are you tearful of the dreams you have.
It's because of your wish
that I have appeared
to steer you into happiness
and ride away your fears.
Can you hear the bright stars sing
of carousels in the sky
for every fear that night brings
becomes another chance to ride.
Taken By The Wind
Week 41 - May 14, 1999
I am but one in a giant sea
looking to reclaim all my hopes and dreams
that were taken by the wind.
Every word that I ever spoke
all of the lyrics that I thought I wrote
they were taken by the wind.
The melodies that rolled from my lips
each tune that has flowed through my fingertips
have been taken by the wind.
Notes through the years that I've tried to play
and all of the prayers that I once prayed
were taken by the wind.
Has anyone seen my love of old
sailing in the breeze with my heart and soul
it was taken by the wind.
Old Red House
Week 38 - April 23, 1999
I got an old red house
it's in the woods amongst the deer
and if you ever come to visit
I know you're gonna like it here.
I got a white french door
sun faded, it opens wide
just one turn of the handle
and you can walk inside.
Won't you stroll into my parlor
and sit by the cozy fire
kick back and relax a bit
you're welcome to stay a while.
Fallen Angel
Week 35 - April 2, 1999
I heard one angel say to the other
as the one was falling by
take my hand my dearest friend
and let's give it one more try.
Follow me to the heavens
and mend your tattered wings
open up your heart to the world
and let your healing begin.
You have to find yourself direction
you have to find yourself a home
if you keep wandering aimlessly
you're going to find yourself alone.
Master of Dreams
Week 34 - March 26, 1999
Well, they've been calling me The Man : )
Bow down before your master of dreams,
gather up the dead roses,
that I've laid at your feet,
dispose of them as you wish,
just remember, for all of eternity,
as sure as the sun sets,
no one will love you whole heartedly,
no one will see through you
quite as clearly as me.
Stoned Cold
Week 31 - March 05, 1999
Well, you're so stoned cold
oh so stoned cold,
the birds they fly around you
searching for a sunny day,
you start to breathe
and you go to speak,
and then they begin to fly
away,
you're so stoned cold
while I treat you like gold,
oh so stoned cold
and it's getting old.
Well, you're so stoned cold
oh so stoned cold,
I reach my hand out
to touch your skin,
nothing do you see
as you peer through me,
you stand still in time
frozen,
you're so stoned cold
and you just don't know,
oh so stoned cold
just thought I'd tell you so.
Our Dreams
Week 27 - February 05, 1999
When you're dreaming in the night time do you dream of me
Do you ever wonder just how much I truly care
Do you see me standing in the shadow that I cast
Glowing underneath a falling star lights blinding glare
Looking at you from the street through a broken window
There you are posing as if you're in a pageant fair
And all the while you know that I'm dreaming of you too
I'm thinking to myself how we'd make the perfect pair
My heart begins to race in the middle of a beat
I smile into your eyes hoping you hear my prayers
Our dreams can be a place for the two of us to meet
A quiet little spot for our blissful love affair
I'm longing to enthrall you in a passionate kiss
Pulling you closer as my fingers run through your hair
The agonizing pain of my desires have become
A little bit too much today for my mind to bear
Do you hear my many cries as I call out your name
As it bounces off the walls and echoes in the air
So when you have returned and awakened from your dreams
My only hope and wish is to see you standing there.
Kind of World
Week 26 - January 29, 1999
It's a be all, see all, take all
kind of world.
I refuse to be under your control
how dare you bear your thoughts so bold
I've never listened to what you've told
so get a grip and just let go.
I don't care what the others say
I'll push through life, live it day by day
dug in deep and I'm here to stay
no white flag shall I raise.
It's a shut up, put up, suck up
kind of world.
Who I Am
Week 25 - January 22, 1999
If you were to look at me from the outside
of this aging holding shell
you'd be seeing me as if you were blind
because there is nothing there to tell.
If you were to look deep inside of my mind
you'd see everything that I know
but you wouldn't see what makes me shine
or what lies inside of this soul.
You can tell by the way that I sling my talk
that my education is low
and you can tell by the way that I strut my walk
that I'm hurried and anxious to go.
But if you were to look inside from the start
then I know you would understand
you could tell by the love that pours from my heart
the person that I really am.
So if you really want to know me
look deep and you shall find
everything that you're looking to see
the only me, that's who I am, on the inside.
Into The Wild
Week 24 - January 15, 1999
We race into the wild
so free to roam the earth
running tall amongst our peers
our adopted rite from birth.
We fear not who we are
only what we may become
due to the lack of trust
from those so new to us.
We hunt into darkness
under a moonlit night
going for prey, our kill
but not for game or thrill.
So when you see this pack
be not afraid, just watch
be careful what you do
for we have hearts like you.
Across The Sand
Week 23 - January 08, 1999
I walk across the desert sand
searching all of the barren land
looking for the one true love
the princess that has yet to come.
I wade clumsily through the sand
while holding in my hands
all of the passion fruits
reserved for my love so true.
I've been tracking my own steps in the sand
realizing my search is but a sham
knowing I've been too blind to see
the princess who's been guiding me.
Feeling swallowed up by the hot desert sand
nothing will ever stop this man
from showing love and living a dream
and turning my princess into my queen.
A Better Life
Week 22 - December 18, 1998
Into the dismal of darkness you fly
no longer will my shadow be cast by your side
thoughts of your loneliness is eating me up inside
while h*ll's bent fury lingers close by.
Out of your life I'll continue to ride
with out losing a step forever in our time
like a madman rambler just trying to survive
a bit speckled the dazzler committing social suicide.
Out of your misery and into the starless night
hold your evil thoughts in with all of your might
a shimmer of light is hopefully within your sight
pull yourself from the darkness and into a better life.
The King of Greed
Week 20 - December 04, 1998
Do you know just who I am
do you know my name
for I am the king of greed
do you know from where I came
From the back of your mind I rush
when you see the color green
and if you've ever felt tempted
then you know just what I mean.
I want to help you have it all
take anything that shows any worth
it doesn't matter to whom it belongs
only whose desire for greed is worse.
There's no reason why we can't take
all things in this world that we see
unless your conscience bothers you
the way it doesn't bother me.
Having it all may not be the answer
to everything in your life
but if you would only try a sample
then you'd know that I'm Mr. Right.
You wonder why I am so kind
with all that I do for you
well I am the king of greed
and I want to own you too.
Vision
Week 19 - November 27, 1998
I had a startling vision one night
while sleeping in my bed
I saw the Virgin Mother Mary
and she was dressed in red.
It wasn't the reddish color
that you may see adorn a rose
and not the color of a fruit
that everybody knows.
You see it looked a little faded
as if it were left out in the rain
and as I took a closer look
I could see it was blood stains.
I asked, "Is that the blood of Jesus
from when He was carried to the tomb?"
"No", she replied, "It's from the times
that I've cried through days of gloom."
As I peered up to her face
I could see something was wrong
a tear of blood fell from her eye
that seemed to go on and on.
She added, "There's too much violence
with too many wars in too few years
too much ignorance as souls grow cold
that have caused my bleeding tears.
One final thing that she said to me
before the vision drifted away
"Put all of your faith in Jesus
if for only a moment of your day."
Mirror Image
Week 18 - November 20, 1998
As I look unto your face
I can see the many sides
I find I have to turn away
as I gaze into your eyes.
I know by what you're called
I've given you many names
sometimes I call you friend
while driving you insane.
I've analyzed your thoughts
and heard every stifled scream
each time you were awakened
by those non-existing dreams.
I held your broken heart
when there was no mend in store
I'm the one who pushed you
to go back to her for more.
I wiped the tears you cried
away from your eyes each night
I made you feel quite worthless
while there was hope in sight.
As I look you in the face
I don't like what I see
you are the mirrored image
of the man that I call me.
Counting Stars
Week 17 - November 13, 1998
I know a young lady
I think she's sweet as pie,
she hasn't finished counting
all the stars up in the sky,
but maybe someday she will
just as her time passes by,
but not before the tears
have fallen from her eyes.
There is always too much pain
tugging on her fading heart,
she's so busy waiting
for her greying clouds to part,
she has no friends to care
when her rain starts to fall,
she wonders all the time
if life's worth living at all.
Well you know this lady
I feel she's much too young,
she has a special song
in her heart yet to be sung,
and when her skies turn dark
and her evening comes,
you know she'll be out counting
the stars as she's always done.
There's too many naked truths
that turned into out right lies,
and too many of her days
that have turned to lonely nights,
nothing ever seems to work
no matter how she tries,
and no matter what she does
she'll never make it right.
When her world is crashing down
she won't think to question why,
she'll have pity on her soul
and take time out to cry,
but she'll still be out counting
all the stars up in the sky,
when all she can count on
are tears falling from her eyes.
In The Clouds
Week 16 - November 06, 1998
I got this hot little number
who caught my eye at once
when I met her in the summer
underneath a frowning sun.
I've been flying around so high
up there walking in the clouds
her love alone will get me by
and nothing will bring me down.
You know I'll always have my feet
planted firmly in the sky
now that I'm feeling so complete
and she's with me by my side.
The Halloween Pumpkin
Week 15 - October 30, 1998
Hello there, my little friend
I am the pumpkin of Halloween
you picked me out the other day
I was the best you'd ever seen.
With a carving knife in hand
your imagination raced
you cut out the coolest designs
and gave me a delightful face.
I refuse to scare or haunt you
or try to fill you with such fright
if you light the candle inside me
I'll guide you home tonight.
Good Luck to you, my little friend
I hope you find a wealth of treats
and please don't be at all afraid
because it's only make believe.
A Wizard's Tale
Week 14 - October 23, 1998
I speak to you from a time so long ago
of wizards to the monarchs who ruled the soul
where streets were paved with gemstones and lined in gold
where the women and slaves were bartered and sold
and if you look close you can see such a price
that was stamped upon my head one sullen night
I was placed on a block to buyers delight
and sold to the mother of a sanctioned knight
I was taken to a farm and forced to work
in the fields where the animals grazed and stirred
each day a piece of bread was my only perk
escape my only hope as I lost self worth
with only one quick glance you could never tell
that I was a wizard who'd cast wicked spells
I cast one spell on the mother and she fell
and got the knight too just before he could yell
looking at my options I saw they were few
took one horse with rations and bid my adieus
now the king and the queen and the jester too
want my head severed before the moon turns blue.
Adrift
Week 13 - October 16, 1998
It seems like I've been here for a hundred years.
I've sailed through more than a lifetime of tears.
I even outlived the many that I held so dear.
How much longer must I remain drifting here ?
The sky has darkened as my direction's unclear.
The tide has taken over, no longer do I steer.
No land in sight, through my looking glass I peer.
Adrift, alone for enternity, is my greatest fear.
Impressions...
Week 12 - October 09, 1998
You can no longer see the moon
as the sun sets in the east
the clouds have covered up the stars
as all the water flows upstream.
Refineries and reactors
that once made the air unclean
have all been obliterated
in the battles of World War III.
No automobiles or motorbikes
are seen out on the streets
there's no one around to ride them
most humans are obsolete.
The trees still grow on the hillside
just a little bit differently
they're buried so far underground
you can't even see the leaves.
The birds that flew here, died
for lack of food to eat
I can still hear them whistling
but it's only memories.
Barren, desolate, wastelands
from the mountains to the seas
is this one of my nightmares
or a future reality.
Just as the lonely jogger
leaves his footprints on the beach
I'll leave an impression of myself
for all the world to see.
Our Demons
Week 11 - October 02, 1998
There are many demons that possess us
from the depths of our hidden souls
always wanting and grasping
and fighting for control.
We can shrug our shoulders at them
and let them dictate our whole lives
sometimes it's easier to give in
than to put up an ugly fight.
Anger, hate and greed always
will lead only to our own distain
and sooner or later we'll find out
it'll only bring us deeper pain.
We wrestle with our conscience
at every single turn
trying to stay one step ahead
of what it is that we have learned.
The Heart of You
I want you to know that I'm here for you
won't you check it out and see
I'll be posing as your conscience
while smiling with glee.
I'll fight you with your every thought
and use your words against you too
I'll make you believe that hate is love
and you will call me shrewd.
I'll be cunning to gain your trust
I'll beg and rant and rave
I will be yours forever
until your resting in your grave.
I'll supply you with a wealth of lies
that spew from your poisoned lips
I'll kill all of your hopes and dreams
and steal your every wish.
I'll be there beside you beating you down
as your disgust and anger brews
I'm one of your many demons
that reigns in the heart of you.
Buggin' Out
Week 10 - September 25, 1998
There is this place I go
it is the coolest find
there is no other place like it
it's deep inside my mind.
I'm buggin' out.
You can have the many friends
that you can't find just anywhere
they will seem so true to life
you'll even think they care.
I'm buggin' out.
You can go to many places
and visit distant lands
you can speak a foreign language
that everyone understands.
I'm buggin' out.
You can do the many things
that seem impossible in real life
you're guaranteed perfection
anytime you like.
I'm buggin' out.
So if you need a place to go
it isn't too hard to find
just use your imagination
and open up your mind.
You can bug out too.
The Reply
Week 9 - September 18, 1998
There was this little boy
who found the many joys
hanging at the mall
buying all the toys.
There was this little girl
who dreamed of a spinning world
every time she'd talk
she'd find that she would hurl.
One day girl caught boys eye
a fire burned deep inside
visions of her danced in his head
his emotions running wild.
The boy decided to say "Hi"
as the girl was passing by
I won't tell you what she said
I won't tell you her reply.
Alone Astray
Week 8 - September 11, 1998
We walked down the long road today.
You held my hand along the way.
Something happened and you changed.
Someone different you became.
My eyes are closed as I am pained.
My mind's divided, who's to blame.
My naked thoughts show my shame.
My other thoughts are disarranged.
My love is here for you always.
My hand holds yours forever babe.
You left me alone on the road astray.
My wish is that you'll find your way.
Hope, at roads end flickers aflame.
It's just the lights of an oncoming train.
I think I'll just sit here and wait.
For my time has come to deal with fate.
The Key : To My Future
Week 7 - September 04, 1998
What is that in your hand ?
That shiny golden key ?
Will it open up those doors
that keep me from feeling free.
Who is it that you know ?
Is it the one I used to be ?
For some reason I feel fear
I'm down on bended knee.
Who is it that you look for ?
What answers do you seek ?
I'm growing tired of your games
I'm in awe of my misery.
Why is it that you've come ?
Is it to imprison me ?
Is it to lock me up once more
for the rest of eternity ?
I see you standing there
holding up the shiny golden key.
It is the answer to all my prayers
but it is kept just out of reach.
The Shiny Metal Key
Everything in this world
is there for me to see.
I'm too busy with distractions
to worry about what's key.
Is this the key to my future ?
What my future really means ?
If you know me at all my friends
you'll know my future looks too bleak.
I see the many things
that are offered in this life
but there is always h*ll to pay
and something else to fight.
Why must I look at you ?
You taunt me constantly.
While I struggle on
You're dangling the key.
Take a good look at my back
that is all you'll ever see.
You can keep all that you know
and keep your shiny metal key !
Rainbows End
Week 6 - August 28, 1998
While standing in this field,
under the prettiest of rainbows,
in the cool quiet still of day,
deep inside, my sadness grows.
The sun is raised,
it shines so brightly.
Will it ever shine for me?
I see the many happy chidren,
with smiles on their faces,
gathering summer flowers,
as a recent bloom awaits us.
The children play,
ever so joyfully.
Their joy isn't meant for me.
Still standing in this field,
I've been waiting for so long,
hoping however desperately,
that all I've had is not lost.
I weep and pray,
for the return of my friend.
Only to find, that rainbows end.
Knowledge, Wealth, Power . . .
. . . For What?
Week 5 - August 21, 1998
Don't come to me with questions
or for tidbits of advice
I haven't any answers
to get you through your life.
If you've come in search of knowledge
there is much for me to learn
with many books to read
many pages yet to turn.
If you've come in search of wealth
no money can I lend
I've worked for many years
spending every cent.
If you've come in search of power
I have none that I can give
for I am just a peon
in this world we live.
The only thing I can tell you
is be true to yourself
never turn away from trusting
or loving someone else.
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