Painted Visions of Delusions
Taking themselves ever so lightly.
Spirits lifted balefully and all so highly.
Placed each other in excited, carved until set free.
Standing against fate while on trial.
Death circumstantial, love treated as merely a financial.
How thoughtful of the unembarrassed, common gallant.
Often it's the fools who steal loves attolent.
Sacrifice became the courteous culture, torn
stimulants remain above them as one vulture.
With visions of judgment steering across the open storm,
Dominating will never end.
Rescues are called as signs of wanders go on lend.
Lift up and open those sheltered withered ages,
and don't be discouraged, even with all
those broken lies.
Testify up to the sky, all those empty soulless cries.
Letting the demons destroy the wild beasts,
Go home, and plead out your mercy, then feast.
Detailed pictures of painted memories,
beguiled accessories, throughout many centuries.
But for you, do all in remembrance, of whenever you
sleep just beside me.
Accurately measuring what shall still haunt and destroy
what's still left of me.
Come, let us return to the never ending
falsehood of just maybe.
Thorns scorn the accent thrown,
So that when your son comes up, you just might call me your baby.
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Design S.U.C.C.E.S.S Co.
I am a very proud single mother of five beautiful, opinionated, goal striving, moral lifting, vibrant kiddos. I have literally pulled in every direction in life and find myself still grounded and extremely lucky in the most rare and wealthy way!! I highly enjoy the company and conversations with my children, I have loved, been loved, an lost one of my greatest loves. I was a foster child and adopted a by birth, in which I self taught myself to drown in words and writing to express my feelings in a more positive way. I just recently was able to meet the most influential man in my life, my birth father, the greatest bunch of siblings I wouldn't even had known to ask for, and family that actually share the same blood, thoughts, feelings, beliefs, as I do. I have also been so very lucky to have grown in life with friends, that quite honestly should be my blood. Without them raising five kiddos, depression from loosing a loved one, and battling the nasty big"C"....cancer, wouldnt be possible, nor worth fighting for. I won poetry awards for the age of sixteen to eighteen, to the present. I try to not only express myself through my poetry, but also realize my audience needs to be able to relate, and transcribe their hearts and minds and souls to rebuild, and replenish their minds,bodies,and souls as I do every day.
View all poems →Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.