Thread: "poem Contest"

As i stand there in the bay
on the hill not far away
i see a Windmill on a hill
that remind me of time of
chill the winter months were
harsh and crule and the bread
we couldnt make for school.
the wind was blowing but
not enough to get the Windmill
to make some crust while the
the Windmills not working not
at all the corn meal waisted
far the fall. now i lay here and
lay to waist it was a shame for
i said my grace.

Flashes of old memories come into play
Some good and some bad I must say
What was “hidden” from a child’s eyes
Remember asking you about it and all I got was denies

Never saw you in short sleeves
For then all your lies would start to unweave
I was smarter than what you thought
In the eyes of a child, you were caught

Visions of burnt bent spoons
You were not the picture of a druggie goon
Wasn’t my love for you enough to make you wanna quit
Guess not, because you kept going for one last hit

I still ask the reasons why
As I look to where you are… in the sky
I am your True Love and I love you still
Some memories keep turning in my head like a windmill

The windmill always turns
And Life carries on
The air continues to blow
Even as people die
And forever fade away

Human lives are nothing more
Then dust blowing in the breeze
Not everyone always cares
As lives are taken away easily

But we all feel the draft
The hole that has been left behind
They don’t want you to forget them
But their memory usually doesn’t survive

So many I don’t even know
Flower petals taken by the wind
But in my heart and soul
I will try to always remember
Those who no longer live

Ghost bearing Wooden Wings

A whisper from the earth’s sky falls over me
Kissing the windows of my eyes
A murmured plea to let you in
Escaping through the ends of my finger tips

Your love harbors me in
I follow
Escaping through wooden wings
Shaping shadows over my face

You keep me mesmerized
Your energy pulls me in
Haunting your impassive steps without a sound

Like a child, you give me an innocence
I call you in, and you repel me
I’ll speak your name to expect no answer

Bound to you willingly
I call out to you , my windmill.
My love.

I have seen countless storms,
Countless more battles,
My arms have spun endless,
As the winds of change comes,
But I stand alone in the changing landscape.

I have seen people come and go,
I have sheltered them from storms,
I have witness the love shared between them,
I have offered myself to those who need it,
But I stand alone till the end of time.

I have chipped and broken away,
Piece by piece as others go on with their lives,
If I could speak, I would have countless tales,
People would stay and listen to me,
But I stand alone watching the world change

I have fallen into despair with no one to mend me,
Then like a God-send gift, a kind stranger takes pity,
He makes stronger and feel young again,
And he stays to live with his family,
But I stand now, watching this family grow and bossom.

Like a windmill standing in an empty void,
I long for something new
Imagince the haunting loneliness
The emptiness inside

Eerie silince forcing your soul to freeze
Watching a meaningless scene before you
As familiar shadows mock you
And you yearn for an end

But until the ending, the windmill still turns
The ever-stretching landscape continues,
And the solitude carries on.

"Old Mill"

I stand alone like a kite being flown in a storm
Ive been abandoned, alone
The wind rises apace
I creek like an old gate in a cemetary

I tell myself I'm still useful
I tell myself they'll come back
I tell myself.....
Stupid old man...........you're alone
You're all alone.....