Riding Into Abbeville…

Please welcome Glenn as tonight’s Guest Poet

You can read more of Glenn’s work here:https://glenndhorne.com/

If you want to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The townsfolk gathered round about
To see why he was roaring
In pain. He slid from off his mount
And fell beneath an awning.

There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.
There came a horseman riding in,
Riding in the morning.

The doctor noted he was sick,
So sick he wasn’t stirring:
‘I don’t know what is wrong with him,
So sick he isn’t stirring.’

The horseman grabbed the doctor’s vest
And whispered in his auras:
‘The plague, my dear doctor.’ He drew a breath;
He died that very morning.

Copyright Glenn D. Horne, Previously published in FreeXpresSion September, 2015

 

Heidelberg…

Please welcome back Nathan as today’s Guest Poet

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

If you want to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

There’s no everlasting love
when life is never lasting.
I miss you, Jean.
I miss you in that way
that the embers of dreams
try to rekindle themselves
when you wake up from something
so precious and everlasting.
When I wake up you’re not here
and my heart feels void of time.
I miss you, Jean.
I miss you in that way that
dust settles and portraits of
landscapes seem to possess
dreams and futures that have
nowhere to run and escape.
I miss you, Jean.
I miss you and I love you
in that way that faith has a way
of carrying a dance forever and on.

Fight Till Your Last Breath…

Please welcome Syed as my latest Guest Poet!

You can read more of Syed’s work here: https://merejazbaat.com

If you would like to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

fight

If blood is showering out of your veins,
If the lesions & wounds are giving you pain
And even if circumstances are showing your death,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

No matter If you are sailing on a tidal ocean,
No matter If conditions prevailing give you tension
And even if there is no time left for you to regret,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

What happen if night always comes before the morning,
What happens if every second intensity of darkness is increasing
And even If, darkness is giving brightness a terrible threat,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

What happens if you feel yourself alone on this land,
What happens, if your shadow remains your only friend
And even If, you are deprived of love from anybody as yet,
In spite of that, fight till your last breath.

It is blissful, if you come out as victorious in the end,
But if all your efforts & attempts go into the sand
Then you need not to strike your head with a stone,
Because fighting till last breath is a victory on its own.

Darker Days…

Please welcome Matthew as tonight’s Guest Poet!

You can read more of Matthews work here: www.findingwhoweare.com

If you would like to submit a poem, email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

walking

Like an old friend, you find your way back
The rain kisses my face
A scorned lover, an unfortunate foe

My heart skips a beat
I cannot find my breath
Fear overtakes my soul, I’m lost here

The depths of this terror find me
They swallow me as though I were small
Broken, I cave to your oppression

Thunder roars inside of my ears
Screaming as the demons sweep through my mind
I can’t see

They have their way with me
Having left, I sit within my own ashes
I can only wait for them to return

I wallow in my sorrow
I plead for a Saviour
I’ve seen him before, but I cannot feel him now

Darkness pervades my sight
My heartbeat slows, my breathing lessens
In the midst of my death, a light shines

It’s not coffee unless it spills…

Please welcome back Nathan as tonight’s Guest Poet

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

If you want to submit a poem, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk
Cheers

dilljeansleep

I remember you
as I scrub the coffee stains
from the floor, listening
to some vivid, faraway
morning happiness captured
by that ritual in your voice.

It’s not coffee unless it spills.

I remember you in a periphery
of cream-lined Pacific tides
with their sharp, lyrical roar

like memories that brew
with profane, glittering
emptiness, as stars shed
tears across an array
of fractioned, forlorn
linoleum seconds, aching
for the dreamlike embrace
of just your folded arms.

I remember you
as I polish the ground
of an entire swirling globe.

Guest Poet Week – Thank You…

A big thank you to all my Guest Poets this week – I hope you enjoyed them

In case you missed them, there is a summary link below to each of the featured poets and poems

If you would like to submit for a Guest Poet slot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk to be considered
Cheers
J

crying_eye

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/22/guest-poet-1-chasm-of-nothing/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/23/guest-poet-2-exposed/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/24/guest-poet-3/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/25/guest-poet-4-fallen-angel/

https://eyewillnotcry.com/2017/01/26/guest-poet-5-baby-the-sky-is-roaring/

Guest Poet 5 – Baby, The Sky Is Roaring…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you are enjoying!

Guest Poet number Five is another first time submitter, so please welcome Samdarella!

Follow this link if you want to read more of Samdarella’s work: https://jarofdarkstars.wordpress.com

If you would like to send a submission in for a future Guest Poet spot, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers
J

sam

Part 2

After a while,
The sky still hasn’t hurt me.
Though I’m lying in the cold
I feel less empty.
I’ve stopped waiting for you.
Stopped calling out your name.
Held onto Hope again
And faced the sky with shame.

Baby, the sky is crying.
Tears tapping my senses to wake.
Differentiating sensations of feelings
As oppose to the fake…
Ones I felt with you.
Warmth from your touch on those nights,
More scorching than comforting
That’s why they didn’t feel right.
Baby, the sky is crying.
Wrapping me up in feels.
Cleaning away all your infections from my wounds
to allow them to heal.
Baby, the sky is roaring.
Shaking the earth with its vibrations.
Cracking through my skull
And breaking away your words of affections,
Scaring my heart into beating again.
Pulsing with renewed fondness
Towards a world I left behind,
Sharper now without your nearness.
Baby, the sky is striking.
And in its brightness
Can I now see your horns
Behind your false kindness.
Baby, the sky is roaring.
And so am I.
Today was my redemption.
And I’m leaving you fatally, far behind.

Once the storm slows
And the sky begins to clear,
Though my eyes may be open
My spirit will no longer be here.

And, baby, you weren’t here
When I asked for a cure.
So I turned to the sky
To wash me pure.

Rule No.1 – We don’t talk about death here.
Rule No.2 – Only when the devil is here, Rule No.1 is a lie.
Rule No.2 – We talk about life here.