I'd trade a thousand lovely lies, for one painful truth
I shall not despise.
Cinderella wasn't a happily ever after.
Millions of divorces deride in tragic proof.
Swatting flies with our wedding certificate
symbolizing how a roaring flame dwindles,
if not even singly inflamed,
into embers dying growing steadily
insignificant. Like the feather
weighing more than all the love
you left me. Nearly broken.
Under a bleeding moon.
Then poof!
Flying to Death.
Leaving the Living behind
though, never ready, when it's saying goodbye...
Yet, there exists a heroism in
the silence of accepting the end
as one Can't save a falling star.
A third of the heavens ousted down
exemplify this terrifying truism
our earth now
their iniquitous
demonistic
lar.
That traveling light fleeing your sight?
If you can see it, its dead.
Dead still
when you gaze again
pretending that it'll never end.
Love
unfilled
leaves
dried out one's will to live
if not forgiving
oneself and others
freely
letting go.
Until,
fulfilled:
"Your dead will live.
My corpses will rise up.
Awake and shout joyfully,
You residents in the dust!
For your dew is as the dew of the morning,
And the earth will let those powerless in death come to life."
So,
"Enjoy life with your beloved wife all the days of your futile life,
which He has given you under the sun,
all the days of your futility,
for that is your lot in life
and in your hard work at which you toil under the sun.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom in the Grave, where you are going."
A 'truth' painful or lovely to you?
I shall not despise.
Cinderella wasn't a happily ever after.
Millions of divorces deride in tragic proof.
Swatting flies with our wedding certificate
symbolizing how a roaring flame dwindles,
if not even singly inflamed,
into embers dying growing steadily
insignificant. Like the feather
weighing more than all the love
you left me. Nearly broken.
Under a bleeding moon.
Then poof!
Flying to Death.
Leaving the Living behind
though, never ready, when it's saying goodbye...
Yet, there exists a heroism in
the silence of accepting the end
as one Can't save a falling star.
A third of the heavens ousted down
exemplify this terrifying truism
our earth now
their iniquitous
demonistic
lar.
That traveling light fleeing your sight?
If you can see it, its dead.
Dead still
when you gaze again
pretending that it'll never end.
Love
unfilled
leaves
dried out one's will to live
if not forgiving
oneself and others
freely
letting go.
Until,
fulfilled:
"Your dead will live.
My corpses will rise up.
Awake and shout joyfully,
You residents in the dust!
For your dew is as the dew of the morning,
And the earth will let those powerless in death come to life."
So,
"Enjoy life with your beloved wife all the days of your futile life,
which He has given you under the sun,
all the days of your futility,
for that is your lot in life
and in your hard work at which you toil under the sun.
Whatever your hand finds to do, do with all your might, for there is no work nor planning nor knowledge nor wisdom in the Grave, where you are going."
A 'truth' painful or lovely to you?
Inspired by: https://allpoetry.com/poem/13390124-Id-trade-a-thousand-lovely-lies--for-one-painful-truth-by-Judas-Kiss-noguest
based upon: Eccl. 9:9,10; Is. 26:19 For contest: Write a poem for contest (Hypothetically)-Goodbye - Judas Kiss
Lets say hypothetically I don't have long to live.
Lets say ive got a few months at most.
Read through my poetry,
go back to the very beginning if you want or pick a poem from anywhere in between then and now. Write me a poem inspired by it, but dont copy it, obviously make it yours. Feel it. Make me feel it again.
I want a jaw dropping masterpiece before i'm gone, and so im adding all the points ive saved up over the last few months. All at once.
- Poems must be powerful, I will disqualify half-hearted attempts. Give me something real.
- Rhyme or free verse, whichever. Abstract, acrostic, shape-form doesn't matter as long as Its good.
- I prefer rather long poems, but if they're short make sure they're poignant.
(So, at least 20 lines, and no limit to how many you can have.)
- put the Poem you read in AUTHORS NOTES.
((I don't want poems telling me goodbye, or well wishes or any of that, I've come to terms with the hypothetical future. I want something that I can remember about allpoetry. This site has been a huge part of my life and this contest will be my goodbye. "Hypothetically".))
based upon: Eccl. 9:9,10; Is. 26:19 For contest: Write a poem for contest (Hypothetically)-Goodbye - Judas Kiss
Lets say hypothetically I don't have long to live.
Lets say ive got a few months at most.
Read through my poetry,
go back to the very beginning if you want or pick a poem from anywhere in between then and now. Write me a poem inspired by it, but dont copy it, obviously make it yours. Feel it. Make me feel it again.
I want a jaw dropping masterpiece before i'm gone, and so im adding all the points ive saved up over the last few months. All at once.
- Poems must be powerful, I will disqualify half-hearted attempts. Give me something real.
- Rhyme or free verse, whichever. Abstract, acrostic, shape-form doesn't matter as long as Its good.
- I prefer rather long poems, but if they're short make sure they're poignant.
(So, at least 20 lines, and no limit to how many you can have.)
- put the Poem you read in AUTHORS NOTES.
((I don't want poems telling me goodbye, or well wishes or any of that, I've come to terms with the hypothetical future. I want something that I can remember about allpoetry. This site has been a huge part of my life and this contest will be my goodbye. "Hypothetically".))
