The second volume put together by poets from Poetrypages.com
Continuing their love of the written word, especially the art of poetry, authors from PoetryPages.com offer their second volume of collected poems. This eclectic group has combined talents to bring to text the thoughts and spirits of the changing seasons, the joys and sorrows of life and the faith and fury of our present world. In volume two rediscover the heartfelt emotions and unique experiences written by twenty individuals from different corners of the world, united by their love of poetry and the desire to share their expressions, with you, the reader. It is our earnest wish that you be touched in some small way as you embark on your own journey through the pages of this book.
From the mind of the poet...to the keyboard...to Poetrypages.com...to you.
The artists found within these pages have formed a unique bond.
The majority of us have never met and due to the vast amount of miles that separate us, most never will, yet we congregate almost daily in an intimate corner of cyber space to celebrate our love of poetry, our immense respect for one another and the beauty and power of the written word.
We share our thoughts, fears, loves, hates and humor. Sometimes we drape them in colorful metaphor, sometimes we paint them black and occasionally we slam them home with the power of minimalism and pure simplicity.
We present intricate word pictures of changing seasons, from spinning flurries of snow falling through the halo of a street light to the fiery heat of the summer sun beating down upon youth. We offer our insights into the pinnacles of manís achievements and visit the depths of the darkest corners of his psyche.
Poetry can open the door to a whole new view on life, burrowing deep into the shadows of the past and freeing cherished memories that may have been lost and forgotten.
It has been said that ďa picture paints a thousand wordsĒ. We believe that the right words can paint a million pictures.
Fade to Black
I come upon you in your darkest deeds,
Your evil deeds, your killing deeds
And lo you swing your scythe at me
To lay me low, to silence me,
What a dastardly plan you evil man,
to kill not one, you must kill two.
So you force my hand to take a stand
I dodge your thrust, I make my move
But I am trapped no where to run
You hold my sway, canít run away.
So I must fight to stay alive,
What do I do to make you pay.
Your evil smile through dark intent,
Iím at your will, no mercy here.
Youíll bleed me out, watch me die.
Youíll do it slow, you love my fear
But then alas I find a pipe
made of lead, to crush your head.
Weíre even now you evil cow.
Iíll splay you out, Iíll make you dead.
So rage to rage and blood to blood
The battle starts, the ancient rite.
You swing your blade, I swing my pipe.
You cut me deep, your jaw I smite
ĎTil my blood flows, your bones are broken
The mask of death, the ghostly pall
But still we fight to darkest death.
Youíll gut me clean, Iíll make you crawl
But then at last I find the strike.
I crush your skull in one clean sweep.
You fall dead, your blade glows red.
Your body falling at my feet,
In victory I raise my pipe.
Itís crimson rain falls down on me
But soon I find my wounds severe.
Iíll breath my last in misery
As all around me turns to night.
I feel the fall, the hard impact
I whisper last my loverís name.
One last tear, then fade to black.