lost – Poems by Sam

What Once Was

Hey folks, waiting on my computer to restart, and I figured I’d post a poem I just wrote last night. I hope you enjoy; without further ado…

What Once Was

In truth,

I have taken on that spirit of a most incoherent melancholy.

It feels bucolic, this, an almost romance of a deepening despair.

From what depths then do I dredge these awful, unbegotten things?

Blown far off course,

I find myself wanted and wanting.

Simultaneously unwanted and unchained,

in ungracious and unkempt embrace.

With wind in my sails and yet stagnant,

watching and listening as the phantom breeze delivers old whispers.

Blasted Bastarnae,

as I have learned and been enraptured

in your ancient embraces,

I find myself still in somber memories

haunted by wailing spirits and adoring lies.

Would it be that I should be in such a state?

I am fraught with consternation,

with woe that was earned in fire and in blood.

What man is this?

What beast?

At once the God of Qart’Hadasht became the Demon of Antioch.

And I am afraid.

Morning, folks. S’pose I can’t sleep; I’d say it’s the perfect time for a haunting melody to drive you mad. I can also say that I’ve not had an especially easy go of it these last couple of months, and I really appreciate everybody who lets me know how excited they are about my new poems. While things certainly will get better, for now I’m finding it somewhat difficult to see the light at the end of the tunnel. I hope you all have a blessed holiday season and may we all find peace in our time. Without further ado…

Witch Trial

Always turned away

with never a question answered,

until again I saw you

with no questions left to answer.

Tepid rebuttals

become angry retorts,

and painful things of so many sorts.

I looked again upon a forgotten vessel,

sweet image of hair so tussled;

I’d forgotten I had the muscle.

Trials that do

simply pass

in untoward recess.

Isolate, away, on the outside of a faraday cage:

Trapped by freedom’s vaunted embrace,

I simply could not look you in the face.

Never the same,

and forever lame.

I thought to play an uncertain game.

Buried now

in the iron maiden,

a lover’s quarrel,

beneath the soil.

Future Proof

Blessed be the double post, folks. I’ve got a second one hot off the press that almost feels like it gave me whiplash. I hope you like it. Without further ado…

Future Proof

Here and now,

I am cast away.

Torn asunder

in times of great blunder.

Astride a stormy sea I sail,

against a howling, hungry gale

as whispers follow close behind,

and my face will tend to a sickly pale.

Visions of a vaunted hall,

an idea that I could have it all,

and then it was,

there began the fall.

In that dark and stormy night,

reflected in the quiet maelstrom,

are black and blue and all things bruised,

and all the things I sought to lose.

Blessed then by darker gods,

and troubled by those crying thoughts,

I am reminded of the loss.

Bering Sea Gold

Hey folks, been a minute. Got a poem I’ve kept under wraps to post when I don’t feel like writing. Just happens to be one of those times, plus it’s exceedingly applicable. I sincerely hope you enjoy. Without further ado…

Bering Sea Gold

Bering Sea Gold,

He barely sees straight.

A man can never know his fate.

Barely alive,

and bearing the dive,

the man struggles, but never folds.

Buried then

in Bared teeth,

this tests the man’s belief.

Sail the strait,

but never the narrow,

find the key,

take an arrow.

One day he’ll haunt an aged barrow.

Sapphirine

Faded gold

does trace the thread

of things not gone

and not quite dead.

Like tinsel then

in glinting eyes

does careful mend

bring bluer skies.

I tread upon

a bluer ocean

divided on

a zero quotient.

In truer blue

are eyes that cast

hateful stares

and loving glances,

at a pair that no longer dances.

Only wishing now

to show you how

I meant it then

and mean it now.

Eyes much bluer,

forever skewered

by glancing then

and staring now.