Anatomy of This Blog

Anatomy of this blog: a compilation of poetry--either written by myself or others--artwork, thoughts, emotions; any form of creativity.
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Monday, December 11, 2017

Drowning

I am floating in an endless sea,
Struggling to stay afloat,
Salt water filling my throat—
Oh god, how I wish to be free. 

The darkness soon consumes me,
Leaving emptiness in its wake,
A sadness I can't seem to shake—
Someone turn on the lights, I plea. 

It feels as though I've lost control,
Some may call it depressed,
This aching pain in my chest—
 Darkness is starting to take its toll. 

Sunny days are no longer my friend,
I converse with the thunder,
Rain eases me to slumber—
When will all of this bitterness end? 

How long this will last, I cannot say,
Only time can surely tell,
To break this awful spell—
An end to my drowning, I pray. 


-b.m.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Sparrow Song of Laughter

The sparrow sings his happy song, 
As clouds slowly roll along,
The summer night of mercy,
On the golden shores of Jersey.
His chirps of laughter bathe my 'tentive ear,
A sound familiar, and one I love to hear,
His joy abounds, to sing his cheery tune, 
In the midst of a dewy morn' in June.
His celebration lasts the whole day,
His life fulfilled, as if to say,
What joy must be to sing his song of laughter,
Without a fear of sorrow after. 

-father of the moth
(d.m.)

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Fragile

A storm rages, growing in force,
the winds a haunting moan.
Mother nature the very source,
her tortured woes unknown.

The sky darkens, trees sway,
birds no longer singing.
No further shall the storm delay,
to unleash the hell it's bringing.

A similar storm wages on,
consuming my ethereal light.
My spirit's like a fragile fawn,
paralyzed by crippling fright.

Don't fret, for the light is strong,
keeping the dark at bay.
Only time will tell how long,
for that, I can only pray.

-b.m.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Aware

Life is but a reflection of,
The Earth, the Sea,
And the Stars above--

The Earth teaches many a thing,
What wisdom its soils do bring.
From it, sprouts plants and trees,
Whose leaves dance in the breeze.
On it supports buildings and homes,
In it conceals diamonds and bones.
It is never judging of those it meets,
To everyone it graciously greets.
Within its lips, truth there lies,
Of the day light, and night skies.
Secrets it holds for those who tell,
For above it heaven,
And beneath it hell.
Always to it does life return,
From Earth, there is much to learn.

As a balance to Earth's benevolence,
There lives the Sea's bold arrogance.
Thrashing and swaying with gust all day,
To the Earth, it has much to say.
Never does it withhold a confession,
But done so with utmost discretion.
Although the surface looks of steel,
Beneath it flourishes a great deal.
In the shallows communities thrive,
Stimulating the waters to feel alive.
The dark abyss is a different being,
Hiding demons, within it screaming.
Many are there secrets untold,
In the Sea a mystery does hold.

Keeping watch over the sullen Sea,
Are creatures unlike you and me.
They fill the sky with sultry lights,
And take away the lonely nights.
But the Stars are not what they seem,
Despite their envied lustrous gleam.
Behind the light is a shadow of death,
A projection of beauty is all that's left.
This reality is their burden to bear,
For your sadness they wish to spare.
It's no wonder they are looked upon,
And their shooting light wished on.
From the Stars I've come to learn,
Even in death does passion burn.

So you see, that all around,
Are inspirations,
To be found.


 -b.m.




Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Masterpiece

She watched life from
A distance,
Never getting too close.
She was met with
Indifference--
Outside the wind blows.

But within her shines a
Bright light,
Merely kept at bay.
Like stars decorating a
Dark night--
Invisible during the day.

She wonders if anyone
Truly knows,
The sparkle that she hides.
Or the hypnotic way her
Blood flows--
Like the moon to ocean tides.

Until then she has made
A vow,
A promise to her heart.
To lose herself she won't
Allow--
An eternal work of art.

-b.m.