Tag: The Fourth 100

#366 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

#364 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

She ran like the wind when no one was chasin’
Not a care in the world when things were easy.
And she jokes with her friends at the end of the day,
They’re gone now—in her heart they stay.

She says when she grows up she’ll still laugh and smile
But she’s changed—she’s not the same.
And the friends in her life, they come and they go,
She can’t help herself, they need her, she knows.

At the end of her life she’ll sit down and say
It was fun, I was happy,
I did it my way.

#363 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

It was just a game,
That’s what everyone kept telling me
But where were their voices
When the game turned deadly?
And my life was on the line.
Now no one has words
Only empty explanations
They try and try to be more caring
About a choice, a move, a crime.

It wasn’t a game.
There were definitely rules.
I broke every one—
Faced with consequences in the mirror.
My choice, my move, my crime.
I tried to be more caring
Talk myself through fake accusations,
Your life on the line
The game has just begun
But I’m walking away.

#362 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

We looked to the sky for their sign
They said keep watch, help was coming
Two decades gone and not a word or signal
Hope dashed away on the tale end of stars

Every night a comet flies by
We are planets away left alone and abandoned
Waiting for hope to eventually come
Have they forgotten us like the setting of the sun

On a mission to find life
Instead we rather end life
None of us wanted this life
Where is our promised new life?

In the dust of a forgotten planet
Look beyond the stars to find us.

#361 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

With trembling fingers and beating heart
She sat up straight in her chair
A bead of sweat threatening upon her brow
There was no backing out
Only thing to do was start

The keys she tapped came naturally
Her fingers played each note
Feeling the instruments that joined in
The sheet music a distant memory
She only need listen to her heart

The bead of sweat fell with little notice
Followed by another
Worried that she may never finish
Before her time would be cut short
Then she saw red upon the keys

She cried and touched her last key.

#360 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

Terrible and bitter sweet,
She checks on her garden and tends to her clothes—
Hanging on the line,
Blowing in the wind,
Drying under the hot Summer sun of the day.

She thinks no one’s watching
As she sways to the music carried on the wind,
A bird perches on the limb of a tree,
Watching her every move—waiting.

Another joins the bird…then another—
Then four more.
She keeps on dancing her tuneless score,
Smiling at a neighbor jogging by.

They look up at the birds
Run faster! Get away!
Soon there’ll be another feeding,
A bird buffet.

#359 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

The pendulum swung from side to side
It never stopped, it never died.
For it the pendulum stops it’s swing,
The whole world must begin again.

In mixed expressions from on high,
Lightning crashed down from the sky.
It split a tree and broke the earth,
Signaling the dawning of a new birth.

Until such time as dawn should rise,
No one would question or even try.
Till danger brought a tree right down,
And forced us all to blame the clown.

With faces full of yesterdays sad news,
Accepting all the verbal cues,
To say goodbye—gone too soon.

#358 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

Years Of sUrrender gone in a whisper
and Trouble sHeds Its Nightly sKin
because skY gOds are Under clouds
and Kings Need sOme Water to drown
in MEadows where the sycamore grows.

Yet weather’s gOne hiding Underground
tHe night mAkes us Victors and hEalers to the needy
but what caN becOme of the small yet
Insignificant man anD his Earlier plAns to die

Try telling your tale to tHE crowds who don’t care
who QUestion Every ExterNal move you try to make
And wilL you With A Yearning to See the rising
sWelling tIdes that siNk even the mightieSt ships

#357 National Poetry Month – 30 Days 30 Poems

There is a road where none exists,
and comes with the rising of the moon.
It goes to a place, a far away land,
then disappears with the break of day.

The road quickly vanishes,
but the sounds of the people fails to fade.
They walk amongst us even now.
Listen carefully to their laughter and cries.

Their souls can only live in darkness,
hidden away from our eyes of judgement.
One day they hope to see the sun again.
Be part of us, dance and sing again.

Until that day they hide away,
along the hidden road of dreams.