StargazingThe stars are watching me tonightStargazing2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as I am gazing at them too,
and imagine what it feels right
beside the one I love; It's you.
I picture you as one of them,
illuminating from afar.
I'll gaze at you, like precious gem,
and dream that we will be at par.
Still TryingYou promise you'll be there,Still Trying4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I fall, flat on my face.
I guess you've decided,
I've already lost the race.
After all, I've tried and failed,
Multiple times before.
Maybe you're exactly right.
Why should I bother, anymore?
It's true, I don't have much fight,
Left deep down within me, now.
You never really believed,
I'd achieve much, anyhow.
You say I'm in a dream world,
And disappointment looms.
You make me want to scream,
Over all your mind assumes.
But, I'm informing you,
That it's a risk I must take,
Even if it only leads...
To defeat and heartbreak.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
UntitledThere is so much I want to doUntitled8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I feel like words just aren't enough for you
I'm trying so hard to play my part
But these dancing strings- they hurt my heart.
Why do we like to see the sky cry?
Millions of drops fall from a blue eye
Its tears are cold and sweet
Like ice cream and the opposite of me.
The Savage Setting SunI stood upon a growling rockThe Savage Setting Sun9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Amidst a rabid sea,
And looked into the shutting eye.
That glared right back at me.
And as I stared into the eye,
This savage setting sun,
I could not help but shed a tear
To see its life was done.
The glint of red upon the waves
Did slowly seem to slip
Behind the gold horizon like
A fleeting funeral ship.
And in a feral funeral chant
The ocean seemed to roar.
I faintly heard the pipe of Pan
That howled upon the shore.
The wind joined in this symphony.
It howled with dancing Pan
And echoed through the hallowed earth
And through the hearts of man.
The innocence of savagery,
Barbaric songs of yore
Like wild Cuhullin cried
And then were heard no more.
The glowing eye was finally shut;
The ship had finally gone
Far, far away into the deep
And silent great beyond.
The waves then ceased their feral chant,
And Pan his flute’s sweet trill;
The wind then ceased it’s mighty howl
And all the earth was still.
I stood amidst this silence and
I beat my throbb
Little messagesJust when another lonely day, starts to bring me down,Little messages10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I could be out shopping or just strolling around.
I think of you of course, as I always do.
My dearest love, I´m still missing you.
My sadness, it begins to show,
it is no use, the tears just flow.
Then your spirit seems to talk to me,
cos everywhere there´s a message I see.
Messages on book covers, tell me" I should trust in me".
even on some bath salts, says "don´t worry be happy".
"Keep your chin up", "let your angel always be your guide".
It´s then I know you´re still there for me, always by my side.
The tears still flow, they always will
but now I know you are with me still.
It brings me comfort, it picks me up.
I know for sure, I´ll always have your love.
Poetry by Suzanne karbach November 2014
ConfessionsAt 9 I became a witnessConfessions10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To a crime I could not testify against.
Because accidents happen, right?
I was 10 when I convinced myself
That it was okay.
At 11, I became the victim
But there were no witnesses to
Aid me with the case.
It was then I realized that maybe
There's nothing anyone could do.
At 12, I had realized
That accidents can
At 13 I had seen it happen.
At 14, I began to think
That maybe they'll stop if
I become just like them.
But I made a mistake and couldn't
Bring myself to do such things to others.
At 14, I realized that
Life isn't a fairytale, and
The happily e
The Watcher of LoreI went to wait at ocean‘s side;The Watcher of Lore12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Near the war-torn land of Lore -
So the wayward I could guide.
She would come and stand beside
and silently we‘d watch the wars -
Tapestries of red demise.
I stood beside her as she cried -
Till sadness seeped from every pore -
I watched her tears become the tide.
The water drank her every sigh
until her deepest parts were sore -
I watched her feet step from my side.
All her tears have long since dried -
Soaked in sand beside my door.
Sanguine spire - Watchful rise.
Statuesque I stand beside
the ruins of the Land of Lore -
Hoping that her tears survived,
licked away by lusty tide.
Poem - Swing of HamelinSwing of HamelinPoem - Swing of Hamelin12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Poem for Day 052 – 20141114
We are all children of Hamelin,
drawn to the song of the swing.
The piper's vocals are sublime.
He invokes the siren call of the treble
and beacons with the beat of the base.
Sunrise Serenade will pull us in!
Glenn Miller is the band leader.
A sweet slow beat will move the feet.
The spins come easy as we glide
and the feet move to the lilting meter.
Let's take the beat up a bit,
Sweet Georgia Brown got the catch
that moves the feet in triple rhythm.
From the back step I'll pass you behind the back.
and finish it with a twirl to the right.
The Lady will be Good.
The Count will make us swing delight.
Hands in the air as we move apart,
ready to triple step into quick swing,
you close to me, and then out again.
Tangerine makes me cry,
Jimmy Dorsey's sounds make me weep,
as my heart belongs to swing.
Let's keep this one close, feet just apart,
as that swing piper works his black art.
The Moonrise Serenade ends the night.
Glenn Miller plays
My Time..This is my goodbye...My Time..15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This is my way to die.
Not caring for light,
not wanting to fight.
Giving up, I'm one to lose,
I'm not one to choose...
I don't even care,
this pain I seem to bare.
It kills me,
ever so slowly.
No light, it soothes my soul.
Sometimes I can even feel whole.
Alone and forgotten,
feeling all sorts of rejection.
Broken and misplaced,
everything must be faced..
But alone I stand,
I won't take anyone's hand.
Scarred and bleeding,
wanting and needing,
crying and breathing.
Asking for one to stop,
asking for it all to drop.
This is my farewell,
'cause I'm trapped in this place of hell...
Don't try to call me,
'cause I won't answer you see.
So this is my goodbye,
today is the day I finally die.
I know.I see those moments that we were happy.I know.15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forever encaptured by that oaken framed glass.
Those memories shall forever be locked away in my golden vault.
But I think the issue is that we won't have them anymore.
Our tea scented home would never be crowded with our aroma.
Our burning fireplace won't be relit.
Those chairs outside would never again be used.
We both have a different road.
One that has million of paths, and thousands of passages.
But something is odd.
Even though I know this..
I still hope and crave for a day where I can hold onto you.
I mourn and lament for that one moment where our hands would brush..
But our lives are different.
And I am letting go.
UntitledUntitled15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yesterday was a day
One of many I tend to over think unnecessarily
Until now, today,
Reasons may be surfacing...
Evil to my health of heart.
I was for some time, until
Lightning struck the flimsy paper.
Not anything seeming yet to catch me.
Gracefully... not at all.
Mark my words,
Everything may or may not be as it seems.
... but hopefully the fall was just a dream.
Pretty noosePretty noose hanging in front of mePretty noose15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pretty noose will you have this last dance
Pretty noose I hate how I’m seduced by your beauty
Pretty noose you’re my bad romance
Pretty noose I’m so hung up on you
Pretty noose you can take my pain away
Pretty noose this dance has been long overdo
Pretty noose back n forth we sway
Pretty noose please stop haunting my mind
Pretty noose I’m intoxicated by the thought of you
Pretty noose we’ve become intertwined
Pretty noose I don’t want to continue
Pretty noose leave me alone
Pretty noose my pain I don’t even know how to convey
Pretty noose promise me minimal pain is caused over my gravestone
Pretty noose this dance is over now take me away
The BabysitterA few months ago I had myself a babyThe Babysitter15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And her first words in life, I know as a maybe
And with innocent hands and eyes so naive
She’d forsaken my words and refuse to believe.
I’d raise the meek child, let my arms as her cradle
And let her use me, drink my soul from a ladle
I’d keep her real close, and I’d keep her real warm…
Even after the rejection of the teenager’s scorn
The ShineBe exactly who you areThe Shine16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
write what's on your heart
draw what comes to mind
sing every single line
play the instruments amazingly
just because it's you behind it
just because your shine is so bright
you leave all the rest blinded
LONELINESSLaid out for all to seeLONELINESS16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One ounce of fallen tears
Nothingness fills me as
Everlasting misery overflows
Let all my hopes fade
In the twilight of dawn
Never to be known
Erase my loneliness
Slice through the facade
Seduced into silent mourning
ConfessionDepressing topics are my inspirationConfession16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They are my focus, and my concentration
I may be what you call obsessed
But it’s the thing I solely do best
Shabba Da HutI always seem to kill the funShabba Da Hut16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Say something dumb, or hurt someone
I think I should work on my timing
Or maybe be reduced to miming?
You see, I do better when I don’t say a word
But then they demand that my voice be heard!
Consciousnesses of memoryWe used to cry from despair together,Consciousnesses of memory17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We used to have something,
but we don't have it any more.
What happened to what we had?
Did we just lose the plot?
I have our memories printed and scared on my mind,
I see it every night,
Every time the sun touches our sky.
It's like I'm living that life again,
Although it fades out when reality strikes my conscience.
Done.Sometimes.Done.18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You just say:
"I've never had any fun!"
I'm done with this game.
I done with all this fame.
I'm done trying to say
that you won't die in vain.
Diggity done done done!
I'm done saying yes.
And I want to say no.
I'm saying I'm done.
Knowing I've never won.
So I'll take this gun.
But I'll set it to stun.
And I won't be done.
I'll be number one.
ChangeIt's a little different nowChange18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
can't tell if it's getting better
chilling alone with no cash
a mouse with no chedder
I don't smile, there was no cheese
so please don't expect from me
a grin on my face
it's just not that easy
Hellsing Copy Poem: The Day The Zeppelins CameHellsing Copy Poem: The Day The Zeppelins Came22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There were hundreds of them…
Huge, silvery airships gliding through the night air with an eerie silence that dumbfounded all of London as they stared. The more cautious citizens fell on their knees and prayed, a sense of dread told them there was a distinct possibility as these silent airships floated serenely above that there might not be enough left alive to see tomorrow.
Yet this was irrelevant, because that night the zeppelins came there was a hum of distant helicopters swarming into the city like angry bees. Knights in silver armor stomped through the streets and their boots clicked against the ground in time as though they were of one organism. While above an Archbishop’s voice came shrilly over loudspeaker, telling us we would be punished for our sins as a Priest, a Father, a Teacher stalked the alleyways praying a rosary and hoping God would forgive him for killing his son.
However this went unnoticed, because on that night, the zeppelin night, the knights in white
Daddy's GoneSummerDaddy's Gone22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ice cream, pavement
Melting dreams down the grille
Blue eyes crying, a hug from Mom
But still leaving a sense of loss
No kind words can comfort
Nor ease the pain
SaptastropheI’m suppost to write my girl a poemSaptastrophe22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But what am I to say?
That I’ll never let her be alone,
That we’ll always be okay?
But I guess that’s what I have to do
Reassure her how I feel-
That this love will never be untrue,
That what I say is real
But what exactly can I say?!
To make her understand?
That even on her darkest day,
I’ll still extend my hand
I promise that I’ll never leave
I swear that this is so,
And through the doubts you may conceive-
I won’t ever let you go…
So I guess I’ve wrote my girl a poem
I hope that it’s okay
Her fear I hope I can atone,
Forever and a day