Enigma Of The SoulI get lost in my eyesEnigma Of The Soul5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The endless abyss of the soul
Behind this mask I hide
The enigma of my whole
A Night With The Captain...When sinks of bloodA Night With The Captain...1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
run dry as bone,
thus whiskey cleanse the stains.
I grasp my pen
elect to bleed,
and grant the sorrows drain.
Adulthood's HourglassWelcome to the twisted, corrupted paths of something called adulthoodAdulthood's Hourglass3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where direction is entirely lost and the way cannot be understood
If your education is the chain that weighs your body down
Then your labor is the shackle that binds your body now
The journey will be rough, but don’t look back
Forgiveness is lost on those who might lack
It’s time you prepare to make a choice
In one you certainly won’t rejoice
Release the dreams you plotted
They’re simply not allotted
In the land you’re to enter
Where work is the only center
This black and white city of misery
A schedule fit so the strong grow weary
A country ruled by the king named Money
Whose lies are fatal as poison, but sweet as honey
Yes, here in the real world, your life is now controlled
Now, listen to your new master, do everything as you’re told
Until the time comes for you to take your leave of this cruel place
Just another pawn in this game of life, death will be your saving gra
The paper soulPicture the soul of every child,The paper soul3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as a pristine delicate paper ball,
filled with love and happiness,
innocent and whole.
This fine intricately woven filigree orb
inside of all their hearts,
must be cherished protected and loved,
lest it fall apart.
A remark out of place
is like a slap in the face.
Taking the fool
and all ridicule,
can crush and destroy this beautiful soul,
leaving irreparable damage untold.
When paper is crumpled, creased, dashed and trodden,
the marks left are plain to see.
With the soul it´s the same, hurt, scarred and broken
and bullied into misery.
With apologies you may want forgiveness,
like the paper you try to smooth out the creases.
But the paper is beyond repair
just like a soul full of despair
It´s too late to pick up the pieces.
Poetry by Suzanne Karbach October 2014.
The RobinClipped are the wings of freedom's song,The Robin3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
her cry a distant call.
locked inward a cage of grief,
her time shall not be long.
She dreams to soar the sky above,
to taste the morning sun.
To fly above oppression's reach,
in hopes she may find love.
We have one Earth, We have one ChanceThings are going down,We have one Earth, We have one Chance3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and they know it’s true,
just take a long look
see what other have been through.
This world is terrible,
I’ve heard it all before
and the problems we face
are like a stone locked door.
War in one state,
death in another
Good God, I’m surprised
we haven’t killed each other.
Ebola is a virus,
you’ve all heard it I know,
It’s serious isn’t it,
yet people joke like it’s a comedy show.
People are at odds
with what’s a sin or not
But loving whom you choose
is just a wishful thought.
And what is this ISIS
who claims to do right?
When poor, terrified families
can’t even sleep without fright.
And let’s take a step back,
look at western feminism,
which is a pitiful joke,
compared to right-stricken women.
And what about men,
people turn a blind eye,
to rape, murder and abuse,
feminist alike still deny.
Children are poor,
in some of the richest countries,
they beg in the streets,
in wealth filled cities.
It's not easy being a guyYou may think without a doubt,It's not easy being a guy1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the depths of your mind,
That it's easy being a male,
but let me tell you, that's a lie
Do you know how it feels,
to reach societies expectations,
and if you fail to do so,
must give everyone an explanation?
Or the pain you feel,
when walking with a group of friends,
and a lone girl walks by,
and you stare at her instead.
Not because you lust over her,
or because she's revealing,
put because she has beauty,
like an angel in the clearing.
But you must want to rape her,
or call her a slut,
and because of wishful thoughts,
you have the right to be punched in the gut.
And what's the point of compliments,
when they come from your heart,
you're obviously being sexist,
wasn't that your intention for the start?
Do you know how it feels,
to be raped and feel meaningless,
but to be shunned by society,
And blamed for feeling so senseless.
You are a guy,
“strong proud and tall”
you're not a girl,
so it doesn't matter at all.
That is painful,
to hear an
Why She's FeministThey took the light from her eyes,Why She's Feminist3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when they took the light from him.
An even to this day,
he wishes his life could end.
She wasn’t a feminist,
until she turned seventeen,
and she hadn’t put much thought into it,
it really wasn’t what it seemed.
But one night when things,
were silent and casual,
she and her brother,
studied like usual.
However she noticed,
without having to say,
that her little brother was nervous
he began to act in strange ways.
She wanted to ask him
if everything was alright
but she wasn’t at all prepared
for what else would happen that night.
She screamed louder than ever
when those boys broke in,
they attacked her first,
she wasn’t a match for them.
She fell to the ground,
with a bruise on her cheek
she watched helplessly as the boys
took her brother off his feet.
They hit him and beat him
threw him to the ground
ignored his tears
right before they began to crowd.
They stripped him one by one
and by that time she tried to move
HealingMy life was torn apart;Healing4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I was left for dead with a
I felt so sad & alone,
With a heart now made of stone.
That's when you entered my
Piercing the darkness with your light.
Healing what my previous friend
And showing what love's really worth.
You showed me kindness, hope, & love;
A gentle heart that could only come
I thank you for healing my broken spirit
& bringing me back to my feet;
Cause of sweet, loving you,
I know now that you're all I'll need.
Never EndingIt´s something that´s so hard to bearNever Ending3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
After losing a dear loved one,
the days go by without ever changing,
uneventful and dull.
On waking every morning, you face the day , you try.
You´re going through the motions
but there´s something not quite right.
There´s an empty space in your broken heart
that´s now full of disappointment.
With no hope of ever healing it,
no cure , or soothing ointment.
It´s like waking up on Christmas morn
to hear it´s been called off
and every day driving miles and miles
around in thick dense fog.
Daily greetings from the Ground Hog,
each day it seems the same.
For this never ending sadness
is your broken heart to blame.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach October 2014
Betrayal of A FriendI called you my sisterBetrayal of A Friend5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I thought you were my friend;
We made a promise,
That would always be strong
To the end.
We had a lot in common
It seemed our future together
Was looking bright;
Now you've blocked me out,
Away from your sight.
What did I do to upset you?
Was it something I said?
Or were all those kind words you'd
Told me before,
All lies instead?!
I trusted you!
How could you betray me
Now look what you've done,
I'm now utterly pissed!
I wish I'd never met you
I wish I could turn back time
That way I'd stop myself,
From calling you my friend!
Don't bother asking
For any 2nd chances!
That train has come & gone;
I don't want to to see you
You & I are done!
I'm taking back my smiles
I'm taking back all my joy!
I can't believe that at that moment
We became friends,
You'd only play me like a toy!
Don't try e-mailing me
Don't try to say you're sorry on
Cause all you'll do if I forgive yo
The Ghost in the MirrorI saw a ghost of a girl in the mirrorThe Ghost in the Mirror1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I almost screamed until I realized I knew her
Her tired eyes held secrets that only I knew
Her cold lips spoke stories I knew weren’t true.
I knew those fingertips, stained red with the blood
That she used to paint smiles on flowering buds
Her heart beats blue, cold and toxic to the touch
But it wasn’t like she ever let anyone grow close enough
To even catch a glimpse of what hid behind her shell
A red and burning heart whose fires rivaled hell
And she always wore a mask as if she lived a masquerade
Which was true of course, her whole life was a charade
Her mask was of those that actors wore in theater
And her whole life was just a one night feature
The one that the critics hated and clenched their teeth tightly
The one where the audience just smiled and clapped politely
Of course there were some that thought it was great
But with admirers so few, she was overwhelmed with hate
And this girl in the mirror, oh, she had such a twisted mind
True GraceSpilling salt on the table,True Grace2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Doesn’t mean I’m bad luck.
Tripping in heels,
Doesn’t make me a klutz.
A little bit of grit,
Shouldn’t bring me shame.
Not knowing what to say,
Shouldn’t brand me as lame.
In a world where we don’t
Look further than the face,
Here are the things
That define true grace:
Giving up the stuffed animal
That you’ve had since you were five,
To a child in need of a friend
To snuggle with at night;
That is true grace.
Searching your pocket
For leftover change,
To give to the beggar
Sitting at the curb each day;
That is true grace.
Noticing a stranger
Beside you in the aisle,
And glancing up to give them
Your friendliest smile;
That is true grace.
For who they are in their soul,
And not ever asking
For them to be more;
That is true grace.
These simple serendipities,
Bring joy unique to them.
Elegance may be charming,
But grace is from within.
Warrior's HiakuBeating of drums against deaf earsWarrior's Hiaku4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like tired warriors falling facedown
To sleep forever upon soft grass
Wake My LoveUpon your lips I taste deathWake My Love6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you take my life in a breath
my heart is lost in your eclipse,
I taste death upon your lips.
Bring me back from the light
to become reborn within the night,
paint the city in hues of black,
from the light bring me back.
Upon this stone our love I engrave
one more touch from you I crave,
I write your name on my rib bone,
our love I engrave upon this stone.
My soul you can keep if you stay
alone I wander through the gray,
wake me now from this eternal sleep,
If you stay my soul you can keep.
No Longer AloneI look at the pastNo Longer Alone1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At the broken road
I once called home
Full of pain
Full of fear
Lying all alone
Choking when I tried to breathe
Screaming bloody murder
Bound in chains
I could not escape
The darkness dissipated
And I found myself surrounded
By a warm glow
He drove away the darkness
No longer alone
He loved me, though I was heartless
He saw through
To who I truly was
And pulled me up
Out of the fear
Out of the shame
Now I have no need
For this pain
*River Styx*River Styx, Hades bound*River Styx*2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Silent ferryman makes no sound
His boat contains human sorrow.
Departing souls, no tomorrow.
Day and night boat departs
Shades of dead with fearful heart
Should they have a coin to pay
Passage assured, on their way.
You have no coin? journey short
No way boatman will abort
Bound for Hades, time of fear
Trembling souls, hour is near.
When Nothing ChangesEvery week is the same. Nothing changes,When Nothing Changes46 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing is gained, and they are filled with pain
Of loss and hopelessness that they cannot
Escape. No asylum for them to seek,
Only tyrannical silence to keep
Their eyes focused on unfair addiction,
Already claiming lives too young, futures
That hadn’t yet begun; their smiles, admired
And sincere, spreads sorrow like wildfire here.
No words are spoken. Tears begin to flow
Among the woeful, staring down gravestones
That now belong to friends with no safe home.
Every week is the same. Nothing changes,
Nothing is gained, and there is no clean vein
Available, brain stains permanently
Unerasable. And the serpent sneaks
Around the branches, waiting for chances
To take away yet another. Heartbreak
Again, a dream from which they cannot wake.
A Matter Of DaysIn 24 days, I will stop waiting for a 'hey'A Matter Of Days5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I will do everything alone
In 73 days, I will delete your messages
And I will forget the first time you said hello
In 107 days, I will start to forget the dreams
And I will let them slip from my mind
In 138 days, I will stop hoping the message is yours
And I will find new ways to smile without you
In 168 days, I will stop crying
And I will forget the sweet names that you'd called me
In 178 days, I will begin to breathe again
And I'll forget the times you brightened my day
In 208 days, I will smile all the time
And I will forget when you said 'I love you'
In 258 days, I will delete your videos
And I will forget the ways you made me feel alive
In 1,010 days, I will forget how we fell apart
And I will begin to forget our memories
In 1,110 days, I will be craving someone else
And I will be happier than ever before
In 3,274 months, I will be long gone
And somebody will be researching our lives
But everything that was 'us' will long since been
Secrets Under the MoonOnce we spoke beneath the moonlightSecrets Under the Moon5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
our thoughts became lost in the night
quivering with divine insight
we burned so bright, we burned so bright.
Secrets buried behind your eyes
the past becoming whispered lies
and we struggle to break these ties
here the truth cries, here the truth cries.
Under the stars confess your heart
our language is a sacred art
finding our way to a new start
we will not part, we will not part.
I recall your dreams of the sea
untold places we become free
your fingers can reveal me
let us just be, let us just be.
It Came From the SeamI always fall asleepIt Came From the Seam1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But can’t remember my dreams
When I wake up tangled
In sheets and seams.
Maybe I just forget,
It’s probably better that I do.
Or maybe something in me
Just doesn't want to know.
I imagine I go someplace,
An alternate reality
Of a repressed memory
Or a childish fantasy.
If there’s one thing I know,
It’s that I always wake up
At the one time when
I least want it to stop.
It’s all because of the monster
That hides under the bed,
When it finds its way out
And into my head.
When I dream that I can fly
High above the clouds,
It always finds a way
To always bring me down.
I can feel the monster
Clawing at my brain,
Searching for whatever
Of me that still remains.
How can I escape
When it’s all in my mind?
Something brought along,
Or something left behind.
Maybe it’s a grudge,
Or just a bittersweet end,
That led to a loss,
The loss of a friend.
Maybe it's betrayal,
Maybe it's regret,
Or not being able
Her Broken HeartThere was a little girl,Her Broken Heart5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a broken heart.
That spent every night,
Trying to mend it back together.
Was like glass.
It would fall,
And shatter to pieces.
She was missing something,
Her heart would never be whole.
The pieces were stolen,
And would never be given back.
She didn't know how to survive,
Every memory tormented her.
And the scars would only,
Bring them back to life.
All she ever wanted,
Was to be loved.
To not be invisible,
To everyone in the world.
But she'll put on a smile.
Because she doesn't want anyone to see,
That this girl is me.
Life is a TrainYou could have said things earlier,Life is a Train22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not when I plan to leave
This town. I can’t believe
Your words no more — familiar
Tendencies whenever you feel
The scare of change kick in.
I held onto you when
Your parents passed. I had to deal
With your overbearing anger
And fill a hole so big.
Watched you become a twig
Before my eyes, and the stranger
I see sleeping across the street
Inside an apartment
That asked not once for rent
Has given up fighting this feat.
My bags are packed already. Trains
Depart quickly, with or
Without you there on board,
And I cannot be bound by chains
Of love that pierced my naive heart
On days you shed those tears.
You must defeat your fears
Alone, for this is where we part.
Hope is: Unburnt Toast for BreakfastI sigh - weary as the morning tries to wake meHope is: Unburnt Toast for Breakfast2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And turn away but lift my heavy head,
I thought nothing in this world would ever break me,
My back is strong; my heart was weak instead.
Light patterns shift and sway as I breathe gently
Moving from the comfort in my bed,
Where last nights dreams are fading – incidentally
They were all of you and all the things you said.
I stumble from the bedroom and I have coffee
I look through a magazine that I have read,
I wonder what I’ve salvaged - what’s left of me?
To face days like this when I am made of lead.
A slice of toast with butter is like cardboard.
Why is the kitchen painted shades of red?
My mouth feels cloying, its annoying to eat food
That won’t go down, sticks in my throat instead.
Today is just like yesterday: sat here eating toast
I ride with it, I’m just taken where I’m led,
Sitting in the kitchen in the morning, feeling lost,
Crying in my coffee, tears needing to be shed.
Half the toast always l