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Here is the final voting poll. Top three vote getters win. Poll will close when we get enough votes.

Many thanks for your patience with me. Many thanks to the poets. They are all awesome. I truly appreciate it.

I'm distressed that there weren't more votes. But, hopefully, this will end up being a good experience for all.

Thank you again.

God Bless!

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Untitled #1

young one they said
open your heart
pour in your soul
i found myself empty

the day wears on
climates change
flowers lean towards the sun

she told me she could drink a case of me
i reopened my heart
i poured in my newfound soul
and to my pleasant surprised found myself a young one again

the day wears on
climates change
flowers bloom

i grasp for the essence which eludes me
my heart is lost
my soul is at sea
i put my trust in the offing

wanting to feel her
smell her
see her

the day wears on
climates change
flowers wilt

desperate like a lion in winter
searching for my heart
searching for my soul
i am broken

curtains cover windows
i feel her
smell her
see her
and once again i am young one - full to the brim

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There is an Art

There is an art
to walking in the rain,
letting the drops
fall as though not
consumed in thought.
Letting the feet
fall just right,
adjusting the weight,
so that the
puddles will not splash,
or moving the arms at
The right speed,
so as to not
rush the body.

There is an art
to walking in the rain,
moving at the right pace,
so as to not
fall
into your mind,
or dreaming of
the liquid touch,
as though not consumed in thought.

There is an art
to walking in the rain,
letting the stream
of days not
settle in a puddle,
letting the dark sky not
shadow the soul,
or dancing
in metaphors,
so as to avoid
philosophy.

There is an art
to walking in the rain,
tasting the drops
that fall from
the sky,
careful, so as to not
let your own drops
mingle with those
from the clouds,
watching
the litlte rivers
form, on the clear
panes of consciousness.

There is an art
to walking in the rain,
deceiving the soul to joy
by focusing on the sun,
though hidden,
occasionally proceeding
from a break:
or by singing,
so as to not
be overcome
by melancholy.

There is an art
to walking in the rain,
which only finds perfection
when drops fall to the ground,
and liquid realities
splash
in the puddles
of imagination

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Untitled #7

There are so many things that I want to forget,
memories of pain, memories of sorrow –
memories which are but bitter shards of steel.
I want to forget anguish which rends the heart,
to become again innocent, unmarred by suffering.
I do not know why I walked the path I did,
if it was a path I chose, or a path appointed
I do not know.
I cannot see beyond the shadows and fog
through which I came, that twisted path
I walked, not so very long ago.

I want to forget the despair, but I shall not,
for I refuse to forget the joy one may find
in the dark depths of despair.
I want to forget true pain, but not at the cost
of forgetting true happiness.

Though I am haunted by the shadows of sorrow
which remain in my mind like scars,
I would not choose to undo them, even if I could,
for the pain of yesterday is the salve of today,
the pain of today is the balm of tomorrow.

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Fire

To purify or just to die
The flames both burn the same
Why then do I ever choose the latter?
Leading to eternal punishment and shame?
The dumbest choice I’ve ever made:
To not my sinful ways tame.
Holiness I seek, yet evil into my soul seeps
And even through temptation and pain
I come to you, Lord, with a contrite heart
But am I repentant enough?
If I were, I’d not sin again
Even when thy way is rough
If I truly was sorry Thy way would be beauty to me
But I am weak and weary and now only hardship do I see
Ahh if only our ancestors
Hadn't eaten from that tree!
Because of the fall, I'm by evil surrounded
By jackals and demons my soul is hounded
Arise oh Lord and let Thine enemies be scatter!
Yet if Thou arise, shall scatter I be?
Your judgment is just, so why should I flee?
Am I justly judged to Gehennah or to Thee?
Right now I know not, but love of You I’ve caught
And any cure for that disease is an antidote to me
Yet why can I not see
How to end my sinful ways
How to turn unto thee?
And if I am the salt,
What seasons dull salt?
I have little light, little seasoning or strength
I’m a wolf who needs sheep’s insides
Because I’ve already got the clothing
Oh Lord, lead me away from the fiery pit
The fiery staircase I seek
Let Me recognize it!
Up such a staircase of purifying fire
I will escape from the hell flames
Flames that end much hotter and higher.

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An Opportunity Frozen

The promise of
lips pressed to cold steel,
the taste of victory!
a sweet passion.
An opportunity frozen.
I
run down the lane,
stop--
admire my prize;
She's been waiting for me.
throw my arms around her!
If she would only let me take her away
from the cold world she once knew
I would hand over all my wealth for her!
--but alas, I am one bill short
She must return to her cage
Until the day when I rescue her
An opportunity melting...
So I put her back in the supermarket freezer
Because premium ice cream costs about four dollars
And I only have three...

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