“And all that’s left is another sad breakup song”…

Guest Poet Week – Number 7

To celebrate this blogs 2nd anniversary, I am honouring other people’s work with a week of Guest Poets.

The Guest Poet feature on this blog has been tremendously successful and I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every poet who has taken the time to partake.

My final Guest Poet is no stranger to these pages, so please welcome back Iris!

You can read more of Iris’s words here: https://justme792.wordpress.com/

You can also see and hear Iris here ~ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC6LQAhgy2eshClow-hZQtDQ

So that is it for now, thank you to all the poets who have contacted me this week, the Guest Poet slots will still be available and all will be featured ~ so if you want to join in, please email your words to me at eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

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I know I’ve seen it before

I’ve seen that look in your eyes

You’ve got one foot out the door

And I’m surrounded by lies

You think of walking away

But I will not let you go

You say you don’t want to stay

But how could I ever know

That you just gave up on love

Already gave up on us

All I wanted was love

But you only followed your lust

I thought we were meant to be

That I was your only one

But you never cared for me

I’ve never been so wrong

And now I’m falling apart

Left all alone in this house

You’ve shattered my heart

You’ve abandoned your spouse

“Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer”…

Guest Poet Week – Number 6

To celebrate this blogs 2nd anniversary, I am honouring other people’s work with a week of Guest Poets.

The Guest Poet feature on this blog has been tremendously successful and I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every poet who has taken the time to partake.

Guest Poet number Six this week is new to these pages as a poet, but a regular commenter  – so please welcome Claire!

You can read more of Claire’s work here – http://everylifeisamemoir.com/

Going forward, the Guest Poet slots will still be available, so if you want to join in, please email your words to me at eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

when-the-sun-shines-through-a-dress-10

The Dance

 

Dancing with Reality is to have a skilled partner

With style, he whirls me across the floor

His feet execute moves never seen on this earth

With ease that comes only with practice

 

When I falter, he does not stop

When my breath fails, he does not slow

One hand tightens around my waist

And with the other he compels me on

 

His favorite device is to spin me

Around and around I go

The room’s in a haze, and my head is light

But he will not allow me to slow

 

Eventually, I collapse from exhaustion

Thirst and fatigue overtake me

When I wake, my lungs still on fire

He stands over me with a mocking smile

 

His hand is outstretched while he bows

My unwilling hand he folds in his own

He pulls me up close, looks deep into my eyes

And spins me back into his dance

“Never ending or beginning, on an ever spinning reel”…

Guest Poet Week – Number 5

To celebrate this blogs 2nd anniversary, I am honouring other people’s work with a week of Guest Poets.

The Guest Poet feature on this blog has been tremendously successful and I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every poet who has taken the time to partake.

Guest Poet number five this week is new to these pages, so please welcome LF!

Going forward, the Guest Poet slots will still be available, so if you want to join in, please email your words to me at eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

emm

“Revolutions”

Who are you to me?
Speak: Friend or foe? State it plain.

Innumerable confessions, uttered below conscious realms;
Intangible ramblings of restless torment. Unanswered,
By the deafening emptiness.

Reverberating blackness,
That quakes to my core, numbing away texture.
Pierced by fresh spears of revelation;
A newly permeating truth,
Needles in my mind.
Unpinned from this world;
Untethered, feet falter,
Further I fall.

Who are we to each other?
Deeply embedded together, we sleep.
Degenerate cycles repeating,
Cycling degeneration.
Repeatedly embedding,
Deeper still.

Through short-lived, lucid windows we glimpse,
At the light of life; too fleeting.
Unable to warm our outstretched palms,
Reaching upward for absolution.
Undeserving. We waste,
In the ruin of our false alters.

Ancient lessons shrouded by our impure veils,
The chorus of Prophets once joyfully sung,
Now shamefully silenced. Drowned,
In unrepentant parades,
Of our self-serving celebration.

Vital breath reminds;
Gratefully, I inhale.
My fingers skim the familiar seams of day,
The vacant hallway dappled with the new light of morning.
A short reprieve –
As the next revolution commences.
And I wonder;

To what end?

“I listen to you time and time again”…

Guest Poet Week – Number 4

To celebrate this blogs 2nd anniversary, I am honouring other people’s work with a week of Guest Poets.

The Guest Poet feature on this blog has been tremendously successful and I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every poet who has taken the time to partake.

My fourth Guest Poet is no stranger to these pages, so please welcome back Nathan!

You can read more of Nathan’s words here: https://randompoemswithnohome.wordpress.com/

Going forward, the Guest Poet slots will still be available, so if you want to join in, please email your words to me at eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

nath

Something about time

in fractured seconds existing

solely between a wizardry

of images and scenes

seems to coerce away

the silent decayed anchor

of a bewildering bewitching

exclusive melancholy of dreams.

Drapes of a dark coloured mane

illuminate highlights defined

beneath the shadows

to form rich uniquely threaded

seeds toward something anew

rolling across a carpet

designed by tender tenured steps

of another day built upon

the promise of altered futures.

Bonds that form between lovers

or the strength of family

embrace the senses with

the allure of charm and hope…

“And this is where it ends”…

Guest Poet Week – Number 3

To celebrate this blogs 2nd anniversary, I am honouring other people’s work with a week of Guest Poets.

The Guest Poet feature on this blog has been tremendously successful and I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every poet who has taken the time to partake.

My third Guest Poet this week is new to these pages, so please welcome Bridgette!

You can read more of Bridgette’s words here: www.TheImperfectGirll.com

Going forward, the Guest Poet slots will still be available, so if you want to join in, please email your words to me at eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

over

 

Everything I’ve ever let go of has claw marks on it.

I bet your wounds are still fresh from my nails digging into your skin,
pulling you and begging you to stay.

Bargaining and pleading and confessing my love for you with words I’ve never even known existed.

I bet your shirt is still damp from the river of tears I cried when you first said, “It’s over.”

Streaming as wide as the ocean.

As calm as the sea but as disturbed and as massive as a hurricane destroying a town like you destroyed my heart.

I bet your legs are still tired from constantly running away from me.

As I chased after you in hopes that you would love me again like I loved you despite of what you said.

I realized that you were gone far before you left. And I still didn’t want to let you go.

But I did.

Your wounds healed.

Your shirt dried.

Your legs are well rested.

And we can finally say it’s over.

“I put a spell on you”…

Guest Poet Week – Number 2

To celebrate this blogs 2nd anniversary, I am honouring other people’s work with a week of Guest Poets.

The Guest Poet feature on this blog has been tremendously successful and I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every poet who has taken the time to partake.

My second Guest Poet this week is our sexy friend Sal!

You can read more of Sal’s work here – but beware, it’s hot stuff!

https://sjw2014.wordpress.com/

Going forward, the Guest Poet slots will still be available, so if you want to join in, please email your words to me at eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

sal

The beast and his harlot.

Rose petals sprinkled
Over grey silk
Tempting the maiden
In lace white as milk

Slowly approaching
Mind unaware
Trapped in enchantment
Unbroken by prayer

All was lost
She’d never be well
Many had tried
To break this spell

Her soul had been pure
Until she had sipped
From the glass at his altar
Blood red covered lips

Now she was chosen
His bride to be
His minions danced
In the shadows with glee

So she approached
His altar of lust
Lost in her mind
No trace of mistrust

Appearing before her
She saw not the beast
Just a man of perfection
Wishing to feast

Untouched by man
And they never would
The beast would break
Her innocence with blood

Softly he whispered
Sinful desires
Igniting the sparks
Of her internal fires

He had sensed true
The angel before him
Although so pure
Held flames of sin

As she lay in the petals
He heard her moan
On the bed not just petals
But thorns he had thrown

Drops of her life force
Dripped on the grey
Awakening his hunger
Sweetening his prey

The purest of blood
He cries as he spilled
Ripped through the air
As fears were fulfilled

Awakened she screamed
As she saw his face
Now the beast’s bride
She knew her fate

Her soul ripped away
Left forlorn and tattered
Drifting on air
Like rose petals scattered

Taking her blood
Now flowing scarlet
The beast took an angel
And made her his harlot

© S.J Warner 2015.

“Remember lighting the flame”…

Guest Poet Week – Number 1

To celebrate this blogs 2nd anniversary, I am honouring other people’s work with a week of Guest Poets.

The Guest Poet feature on this blog has been tremendously successful and I would like to take this opportunity to thank each and every poet who has taken the time to partake.

First up this week, please welcome back our much loved friend Cate!

Going forward, the Guest Poet slots will still be available, so if you want to join in, please email your words to me at eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers
J

cate

Remember lighting the flame?
Burning bright for hours
Like a moth sweeping over you
The glow revealed our feelings
Shadows held our secrets

Falling at the most unexpected time
With the most unexpected soul
Like I couldn’t hold back anymore
The pull showing in our bodies
Wanting held in our eyes

Touching each other with eagerness
Caresses that never end
Like a hunger that needs satisfying
The taste is sweet in our mouths
Barriers gone to our desires

Words tumble out in an overflow
Trying to gauge mutual love
Like a disbelief becoming reality
The joy of finding our similarities
Dreams are ours to own

Darkness cloaks the room
Shrouding couples completely
Like a comfort zone it bathes
The time seems our time
Sands will be our downfall

Torture to leave alone at the door
Hot under the collar
Like I could explode into space
The particles ever our masses
Chemicals held in our veins

Remember lighting the touch paper
How it sparked life again
Like a catalyst to something new
Brightening the dark of our lives
Gone out as our memory fades