Here are the Poet's Den collection of past submissions:
This first poem is based on my reaction to turning 30 recently, a bittersweet time at best that only comes once in a lifetime. It is called "Tri-decca" and is a semi-finalist for the Poetry Guild's amature poetry contest this year. At the very least it will be published in thier Annual, but I'm waiting for that big first place money! Anyway, heres our first submission to the Poet's Den:
"Tri-decca"
by Carpe Leo
30 years in the making,that’s what I am.
Three decades of effervescence to get where I am.
If your eyes could see what has reflected in mine,
then, things you would remember till the end of time.
Reflections of sun, stars and faces.
Reflections of people, things and places.
Of good love gone bad and time that’s wasted.
Of a good woman’s soul, nurtured then forsaken.
Of sunrises and sunsets on water and land.
Of music played by an amateur band.
Of horrible things you can’t tell another.
Of hilarious things shared by a brother.
There are times that are regretted, that I can’t get back.
There are ideas of the future, that I hope will be fact.
So here’s to thirty years of a life fairly gifted.
I better pay more attention during the next thirty,
or I’ll miss it.
This was our first guest poet, a lovely young woman with a lot of talent in not only poetry but programming as well! I'm impressed with this poem for its honesty and real emotion. I think most of us have been there, I know I have. Thanks to "Kyahne" for participating.
"Last Chance"
By Kyahne
Your gaze nails me to
the floor
I try to leave but find no door.
Your eyes transfixed upon my face
I search for mercy but find no trace.
I flee from truth but
know no lies
I cannot escape your powerful eyes.
Your iron sight envelops me
and when I look I cannot see.
Instead I feel and know
the pain
that I once caused in my disdain.
I hear my voice cause you to break
I hold the heart I dared to take.
Its shattered edges
slice my hand
my blood spills out into the sand.
I watch it trickle to the sea
I hear your voice, it's calling me.
I open my eyes-my
blindness gone
my heart now knows that you've moved on.
A stifled cry constricts my chest
these feelings must be put to rest.
I turn to leave and
feel your hand
so I must make you understand.
I never can forgive my choice
hear the teardrops in my voice.
The crushing act of
letting go
that is a guilt I'll always know.
But of one thing you must be aware
so I'll return the concrete stare.
I'll stand my ground
and hold your gaze
and think about our younger days.
And honestly, for such is due
I'll whisper now my love for you.
This next poem is easy to get. It sums up that feeling you get with that special someone, if your lucky enouph to meet them.
"The One"
by Carpe Leo
My eyes can not deny
her,
her image burns its pattern into my mind.
When she smiles at me,
I just know that I can only reply
with a silly looking expression,
worthy of only a clowns adoration.
All that have preceded
her
are forgotten.
Any that may follow
will frustrate.
For her design was
meant to be mythical,
and upon her creation,
the stars did expel a sigh of relief,
for their efforts would not be duplicated
as long as time lingered on.
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