New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
New Classic Poems – Contemporary Verse That Rhymes
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<strong>New</strong> <strong>Classic</strong> <strong>Poems</strong><br />
The Dark Side<br />
The Sea of Silence<br />
I.B. Iskov<br />
Lost in an ocean filled with fear.<br />
My thoughts immersed, like sunken ships.<br />
Broken dreams and shattered hopes<br />
Are locked within my frozen lips.<br />
The sea of silence captures me.<br />
An endless rhythm in my brain.<br />
Chained to the waves of misery.<br />
Groping for my life in vain.<br />
A puppet in the hands of fate.<br />
Glued to the strings of destiny.<br />
Dancing to a demon's tune.<br />
A cruel and heartless melody.<br />
Like the wind, a careless breeze<br />
Carrying all my memories.<br />
Scattering leaves of shame and scorn<br />
In swirling, falling pillories.<br />
My screams engulfed in salty tears.<br />
They fill the ocean of my soul.<br />
A prisoner in the sunken ships.<br />
No flag of hope upon the pole.<br />
Snake in the Grass<br />
Brenda Tate<br />
My mower slices spine and then is still<br />
beside his severed coil. He sprawls inert<br />
with mortal burden, unavoided hurt<br />
that I have dealt like God, but not through will.<br />
He draws the white across his eye, until<br />
I know that he is sightless, while a spurt<br />
of serum bleeds against his fire. The dirt<br />
awaits its quenching, as I watch him spill.<br />
But this is not my pain, nor my concern,<br />
he seems to tell me. Therefore, I must leave<br />
him to such insect rites as may address<br />
the purpose, never pause my work to learn<br />
a little more of death. My carelessness<br />
is his to suffer, but not mine to grieve.<br />
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