Treasure Island

Midnights Voice

(November 3,1950 / Selma, Alabama)

Boneyard of Broken Dreams

Drifting in the shade of Poemhunter's grave
In archive (a kingdom's history) has been made

Stepping on the bleached bone parade of dreams
Crunching fragments of sentenced themes

Epitaphs of honor, comments to poets 2009
Poems laid bare of praise lost in time

Great poems whose eyes were never shed
In a broken aspiration now dead

Crunch, crunch, The landscape littered 2006
Oh what sacred feeling not forthwith

Here! Lay my poems to rest here
In 2012 my poems of yesteryear

Submitted: Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, November 20, 2012

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  • Heather Wilkins (7/24/2013 6:29:00 PM)

    here lay my poems to rest here in 2012 my poems of yesteryear. and so let it be. may they forever rest (Report) Reply

  • Patricia Grantham (3/4/2013 9:51:00 AM)

    I really enjoyed this poem that is dedicated to the Poets.
    Poems will forever be a vital part of society. It helps people in more
    ways than we realize. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • * Sunprincess * (1/19/2013 11:15:00 AM)

    awesome write..dear your poems are still very much alive.
    .just now i was thinking of reading all of them a second time! (Report) Reply

  • Neela Nath (11/27/2012 7:34:00 AM)

    Sir, if anyone tries to write epitaphs of honor, he is dishonoring himself too.Time will tell, what is immortality.I'm sure about it. A great work. This one won't be lost in time.Kudos! (Report) Reply

  • Stevie Taite (11/24/2012 5:36:00 PM)

    We pass a roadside of words
    Magnificent countryside
    We will stop
    Take in the view
    Have a picnic with friends

    Into the city, busy with words
    Towering skyscraper
    We climb to the top
    Scour the skyline
    Drinks at the bar, with friends

    Hit suburbia With its rough edgy words
    Man made open space
    We sit on a bench
    Watch the young ones play
    Feed the ducks with friends

    Onto humble villages, quietly whispers words
    A village square
    Stop at one so picturesque
    wonder at the cobbled streets
    Have tea and scones with friends

    We know all these places
    We know them well
    Others will visit
    But do take lots of pictures
    To aid the memory
    And share with friends. (Report) Reply

  • Patti Masterman (11/24/2012 10:34:00 AM)

    Yes I do hope all our words survive, otherwise why would be taking so much time writing them? Here's to a great poem by a fascinating writer, and many more to come, I raise a toast; to infinity and beyond! ;) (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (11/22/2012 7:17:00 AM)

    Your words and all the beautiful poems of all this great poets will never be forgotten. These new poets should have more respect and humility and seek the source of words that reach the hearts. If not, they will fall on the abyss of emptiness. They goes and Poets just remain! ! ! ! !
    His words are true. Not empty words.So Great Poets, our humble and profound respect! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Jahan Zeb (11/21/2012 8:14:00 AM)

    Sounds very strong. especially the sound of stop consonant making it felt strong. Fantastic to have PH. Get encouraged by the kind fellows and get inspiration for greats like you
    Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Makayla Straight (11/21/2012 7:46:00 AM)

    Dear, nobody will forget your writting. You are an amazingt poet and such an inspiration to me. Thanks for sharing your poem great as always (Report) Reply

  • Ruby Honeytip (11/21/2012 6:52:00 AM)

    I'm a newbie Honey and my poems are all covered in dust already....won't be long till I'm forgotten here too.
    Just kidding: -) That's why I share your stuff on my Facebook page.....can't kill it with a stick!
    Oh...that's an Aussie thing meaning...your work shall live on lol. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (11/21/2012 5:00:00 AM)

    We shall all disappear into oblivion, or maybe an overcrowded cyberspace. Before the days of personal computing and the Internet, however, there must have been many treasures which were seen by no-one other than their authors - at least we have, or have had as the case may be, sites like PH which have given us the opportunity to disseminate our treasures. So lets celebrate this privilege and hope that PH will continue to thrive. (Report) Reply

  • Kelvin Owusu (11/21/2012 3:50:00 AM)

    It's a nice tribute I really like the couplets. a nice poemIt's a nice tribute.I really like the couplets. a nice poem (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (11/21/2012 3:21:00 AM)

    'Poems laid bare of praise and lost in time'- Beautiful line! Yes, all our broken dreams will be preserved in the archives! ! An interesting thought! (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (11/20/2012 11:10:00 PM)

    not only in PH, but everywhere in the world we can find the Boneyard of broken dreams. Some dreams have been buried in one particular place and others, in various continents, even in Moon and other celestial objects where Naza has invested so much of man power and money...Nice poem! (Report) Reply

  • Lyn Paul (11/20/2012 6:53:00 PM)

    This is so clever, all those amazing words that have giving healing whist writing, now buried. A little sad (Report) Reply

  • Unwritten Soul (11/20/2012 6:39:00 PM)

    You have a museum of beautiful writing and basic words here.. In PH...not to old from last century maybe it's weird that all of these will be the next antique, it will be someday if PH can survive for museum of poetic words_Soul (Report) Reply

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