An empty shore devoid of sand the loneliness that gets out of hand, the call of a the birds that sing in the sky the laughter of children coming from near by, along the wharf where the sea gulls dance the passage of laughter and happen stance, time for dreams and time for laughter time to renew the life that we all want to see. An empty shore no more will be the sadness and loneliness and bleak but a place to renew and rejuvenate the life we lead
Category Archives: Poetry
Hopes and Dreams
Abyss of Darkness
Abyss of DarknessSinking into the black abyss of despair the laughter has died and no one cares, the tears of the shattered heart have long since dried there are none left to be cried, Only the blackness awaits a tunneling gate to destroy the soul that doesn’t seem to care anymore, all is left for the world to see is the shell that remains broken and beaten with nothing left to give, the shattered dreams dry like the sand in the desert.
Swallowed by the Darkness the painful memories are no longer there the happy times bring only despair as the wild night drives the lost soul deeper into the black abyss of despair, where nothing and no one will care. Cold and alone huddled in the dark the painful memories of happier times depart shattering the last remaining strength of a dream that came to late.
Die the whisper against the torn remnants of a shattered heart, so simple so clear you do not deserve to be here all the destruction and all the pain the remaining laughter is all the same hallow and empty with only faked joy as the day grows closer the the Abyss of Darkness takes it away.
Broken Wings
Storm of Lies
A Storm blowing across the sea
A rage for all to see
Taking away the sanity
There is no laughter in me
Tormented by the dream
That yesterday could be
Tomorrow will not come
Nothing left to do but run
Tears fall without check
The loneliness
The lack of respect
Tormented threw the skies
Looking in his blue eyes
The truth is where it lies
Secrets to be despised
Along stream of ties
Broken by the lies
There is no truth accept
For what Dies
Bloody Tiles By Elizabeth Marie Angel
Yellow Rose By Elizabeth Marie Angel Dedicated to Robert
Soft yellow petals, scented gold
Big blue eyes the color of cornflowers
Soft golden strands that fall through your hand
An angel face a boy never a man
Death would come at his own hand
Trembling pain a young girl knows
Unbearable grief that shows
Tears falling from a pair of hazel eyes
No one hears the sorrowful cries
Deep and shattering in the soul
Not understanding what is told
Broken heart and shattered dreams
Silence answers a young girls screams
At bay the night
The soft lyrics can be heard
Love Bites the name of the song
Giggles and kisses love just a word
All would die in a single night
And grief born would take flight
The only reminder a single rose
Soft and yellow as it grows
The delicate petals are all that stands
Between tears and grief one boys hand
Gentle to the touch soft and pure
All that is left are the memories
And the silent cries never heard
Memories remain of a warm spring day
When laughter and love were there to stay
Gentle hands that held on tight hoping to keep
at bay the night.
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Brian Marggraf, Author of Dream Brother: A Novel, Independent publishing advocate, New York City dweller
Dear Reader, I am here to give you a little taste of poetry with some water on the side. When you come on my blog that's all that you will taste is Poetry. Not the type of poetry where it doesn't have a meaning. The type of poetry where you will be inspired, uplifted and you will have a different mindset once you leave this site. You might even come to get a taste of this poetry again. Don't be afraid to let your kids read this blog. My poetry is for and to help the youth. Bring them along with you. You both are scrolling down your phone or on the computer anyway. Let's have fun and get a taste of some poetry. I promise this type of poetry tastes delicious. Grab a plate and a fork and I'll feed you. ENJOY!!!!
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"Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together. " E Ionesco
Then Inner Darkness and light