Empty Remains

tears fall
blood red
like rain
in a world
ruled by
Hell

lost souls
parched
among ruins

fires burning
churning
searing skin
from flesh
consuming all

and still

the search
continues
for the love
you peeled
inch by inch
from my
bleeding
heart

                                                            (c) 2010  by D. Wright

Posted for One Single Impression, promp 131: Empty.

Water Post (no title) – Thursday Think Tank

Here is my Thursday Think Tank post for Poet’s United. FORWARNING, there is some strong verbage near the end. Thanks for stopping by and reading.

water lost
to vagrant fate’s,
killed by man’s,
polluted tastes,
toxic sewage,
acid rain,
rape and pillage
lakes and lands,
oceans killed
by oil slicks,
those BP pricks
don’t give a Shit!

—

take back our
world
from corporate
hands,
do what’s right,
you know you can.

(c) 2010 by D. Wright

 

Hope everyone enjoyed. I really liked the concept and flow of this poem so I definitely think it will be creeping back up in the near future with full revision.

Prayer

chains and shackles
devised by thee,

keep me rooted
immobile, un-free,

forgetting life
the joy it brings,

traded for pain
my own misery,

God above
If real and true,

bring the winds
fierce, unwavering,

uproot this tree
my life and pain,

break me down
so I may, one day,

get up again.

(c) 2010 by D. Wright

Untitled…

With all the poems I’ve read lately about war and such, I was inspired to write my own. This is a rough draft, definitely not finished by any means and is still untitled. Please enjoy and any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

no light at the end

this tunnel of war

just red of blood

upon sandy floors

death of innocents

both sides incur

yet all we receive

are His tears falling

sorrowful

vengeful

mad at all

and still he

forgives

the sin of us all

the sin

of creation

the sin

of man.

                                                    (c) 2010 by D. Wright

 

Angelique

picture courtesy of Katie Sevigny Art        

(i) will

destroy this

place, reeking

of sweat and

tears (cried)

in misery

(for) loss of

self (the temple)

upon that

dirty bed

and the hard

floor

as a dog

to him; (and)

he beat you

senseless,

left you for

dead, but

vengeance is

his screams

piercing (the)

blizzard that

buries my (soul).

                        (c) 2009 by D. Wright

This was written for my final portfolio in last years ENG 224 class. And still, with the critique I was given, I cannot bring myself to change this poem in any way. I simply feel it is perfect the way it is.

Also, I’m still working on my personal challenge writing for the day. Sadly, I’ve been too busy at work today to write anything other than this blog post! Take care and happy reading!