Late Night Poets Official DA Kickoff!Late Night Poets Official DA Kickoff! by MozartsNemesis
Late Night Poets
Hey guys and girls, welcome to Late Night Poets, DA Edition. I personally have known the Late Night Poets on AOL for a couple of years, and they are some amazing, talented individuals. Most questions you have can be answered by their website here: http://latenightpoets.com/
Also the first official newsletter is out, and I'm going to have to provide a link for it, because after three hours of trying to upload it onto DA, I put my head down in defeat. ^.^ Newsletter.
To a war-torn girlYou are so much moreTo a war-torn girl by MozartsNemesis
than body parts and ash.
You are more than battle scars
on knuckles, wrists, or heart.
You are more than a refugee
huddled in a blanket on the far side of a fire,
and I will not let you forget it.
You are steel-spined and soft-hearted,
ocean-born and tempest annealed.
You have strode into fire and famine
to stare death in it's face
and you have wept for those consumed;
Your tears do not speak to weakness.
Your eyelids are seared with memories
that would crush mere men with the weight of them,
yet still you sing hymns of remembrance and
anthems of a persevering future.
You are a reassuring lighthouse on a violent shore
and though the rains may march and thunder cannonade,
you stand, illuminated, a beacon of hope,
a message clear:
Whatever may come, it will not wreck you,
for I have walked through worse.
Bitter goes both waysThere was more joy in your smile thanBitter goes both ways by MozartsNemesis
in a lifetime of heartfelt hallelujahs.
Oh, but you never smiled just for me.
You insist on calling me at three AM
when all the world is dead to sleep.
Oh, but you know I'll be here listening.
Tell me again how being cryptic makes you special,
why there are blindfolds on both of us.
Oh, but you never cared enough to see.
I tore brain cells and hamstrings,
learning to walk and write to you at the same time.
Oh, but you never hesitated to walk right over me
and now you're afraid because my voice
is just another death knell hallelujah.
Oh,There's no one left to weep for thee.
Pick apart a loyal heart,and pay for liberation.
Hope is thin to cull the din, for no one heeds damnation.
Sonnet 157Both gallant knight and bard my lover be–Sonnet 157 by SuperBecki
a gentle soul behind a shield of steel.
Though mortal formed and mortal born is he,
a world and heart can fall beneath his heel.
When azure eyes catch mine with tender glance–
when spirits good do strike his handsome face–
within my heart does beat a fae-like dance,
and all the roughened winds are given grace.
Along my skin he strums a dulcet song
and on my lips he sings a song so fair.
But seasons turn and do not last too long,
and each goodbye does make a sad affair.
I wait upon the time when next we meet
and pray we do not play a stranger’s beat.
Pestilenceall of God’s children sleepPestilence by intricately-ordinary
together and count the falling sheep,
stars nestled in their eyes as they
prey upon the crumbling walls;
God loves all his children and I am
the orphan with an asphalt blanket;
clouds scorn me and I mourn
their wasted hatred
(my eyes, my broken plastic
looking glasses; my hands,
termite ridden and frost bitten;
my heart, worm holed and
what’s there behind these echoed
words? divisions of another from
a better time, I have begun to live
and lie with no consequence
because that little toxic feeling
floating in my chest likes to
poison everyone I’ve ever met,
and I’d rather be asleep within
the hearth: cinder baby never
voiced the ugly truth
for fear of rejection
my addict voice pleads
for the wrong redemption
a dream that
I was unattainable
and I had a reason
to wake up
oh, my god cries like dad did
the day I broke his heart;
heaven looks like home but I
am hell-sent and gravity-bent,
A Romance NovelA Romance NovelA Romance Novel by swansisters
Underneath the whiskey bottle billboard,
my sister Ellen sells daisies, crocheted potholders
and chocolate stained, water raptured paperbacks.
"A buck a cover," she yells lining up the tabloid bright offerings,
a woman fleeing down a mountain path, a lighted window
the swamp blue of a TV screen. Ellen's trying to get money
so she can marry Rick. She culls the books
from neighbors' shelves, windfall apples.
Mama just shakes her head, fingers stained
with brown sugar and nicotine. "She isn't a little girl anymore."
At dusk when the air sweats, Ellen and I lay in the hammock,
strung between trees. "Lord Roger possessed
the dark wounded brooding air of a caged jungle cat,"
she reads. But the only cat I've seen is the next door tabby,
plush as a fake fur cushion. "Her blood pounded, her breath quickened
whenever he touched her." Does it quicken like it does
when you run uphill playing Cowboys and Indians?
Mama's wash would darken with dusk, Ellen's body a whisker of movement
Poets of Lates is dedicated to the celebration of creative minds. We are a welcoming forum for poems, stories, art and ideas. We encourage absolute beginners, seasoned pros and anyone in between.
All we ask is that everyone be treated with respect. Poets of Lates is a reflection of our community spirit. A place to share, develop and reveal the best parts of ourselves.
If you have any questions, feel free to message me, MozartsNemesis, any time.
Other useful links: Late Night Poets on AoL in case some of you out there want to drop by and chat with the lovely people on AoL.
Chat Roller- For you facebook poets out there, this one lets you chat and is available through FB.
For our Veterans - to all the veterans out there, we salute you, and we thank you. Some amazing patriotic poetry here.
Causes- A list of the various causes we support.
Poet of the Month- Every month we feature a poet, and there are some awesome ones on this page.
Improv Poetry- A new thing, happening in our aol chat room, come out and join the fun!
Also we're going to be mirroring the Late Night Poets poetry challenges here on DA..more of that to come with the next update!
Current Residence: Amarillo, Texas|
Favourite genre of music: Country or Rock, some metal
Favourite photographer: Larry W. Stone
Favourite cartoon character: Bryan from Family Guy
Personal Quote: The only thing in this world that you can count on from people is that they will let you down.
If you would like to listen to a sample of poems read by the author (Me!) There's is a soundcloud.com/mozartsnemesis here.