Contradictory Suicide LetterIf you’re reading this…Contradictory Suicide Letter12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear everybody throughout the years,
I’m trying my best to write this through tears.
All I want to say is I have finally conquered my fears.
It’s time for me to close my ears
And start up my gears.
I’m leaving everything behind.
Today marks a new adventure to find
What I wanted when I was confined—
Life is telling me to unwind,
For today starts my peace of mind.
So, I’m putting away what harmed me.
All my knives and all their words; I’ll be set free.
I’ve gone through fires of the Hell that I couldn’t flee
Until I saw my own foggy breath and fell into the sea,
Where quickly enough I began to plea.
I’m going to let go of my life and start anew,
Correcting my mistakes and undo
What I have caused that wasn’t true.
So, I would like to thank you
For helping me get through—
There’s no point in me being miserable
When I have everything in my grasp and it’s unbreakable.
Practicing DeathWhat are we really doing during those nights?Practicing Death8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What are these dreams that cloud our sights?
The world is still and quiet while we rest
Our minds wander far off under the crest
A low steady rhythm flows through our bodies
We're at peace as we dream through our stories
Some of them are beautiful, nothing can compare
And some are very horrible, a long nightmare
We see both worlds as we are practicing death
It sometimes wake us, shortening our breath
When we're awake, we are revived from the day before
And finally at the end of the day, we "die" once more
We practice death every night, a routine
Going into our imaginary afterlife, foreseen
So why are we so afraid of accepting fate?
We've been practicing death up to this date
SenseDarkness stalks with impassioned gazeSense2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Coaxing sense, in sensuous haze
Undressing night, its shadow plays
Along shoreline curves, provoking waves
LoveNothing is more painfulLove1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nothing so elating
Nothing quite so simple
Yet ever complicating
Love's the source of so much pain
And near all my suffering
But still my greatest reason
For rising each morning
It can bring two souls so close together
Or tear their lives apart
Move mountains and seas asunder
Or build walls around the heart
Love will bring you to your knees
Taking life not its to give
Make death seem like the answer
But still love is why you live
Love will make me fly
Then love will make me pay
Love is why I cry
And I wouldn't have it another way
E' questoÈ questo continuo tramontoE' questo3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
che non produce mai sera
a rendere le anime sole?
MikeMike2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by ChristheZorua
May the wonders of the world give you strength
I cannot believe your artwork is incredible and funny
Kings and queens will admire your pieces for decades
Ending this poem with a subliminal message for a happy birthday.
My RiverRiver whispers my nameMy River9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Patiently caressing my toes
Sparkling like a multi-layer sapphire ribbon
Its heart hiding a titanic strength
Granting comfort to its community
Without favour its denisons live and die
Mesmerises me, letting a troubled mind drift
Drift downstream unto the sea
Its moves to its own rhythmic melody
Sometimes fast bludgeoning fierce
Collecting trash and treasure
In equal measure
Trickling lonely under the hot summer sun
Protects me and prevents me
In equal measure it gives and takes
Barrier, larder, battlement, playground
Fighting for survival in a ruthless world
Where the careless, the ambivalent and selfish
Take, remove, vandalise and manipulate.
Too soon my sweet river will be lost to me
An ancient earth carving to be studied
To be wondered
Who took its soul and substance without thought
Another casual negligence
Stealing peace from tomorrow
Stealing sustenance for today
My RhymesI am a patient mother fuckerMy Rhymes2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I deal with so much shit
I listen to 'em swear like truckers
Wondering if God is legit
I keep it inside
I reckon I'll explode
But I continue to stride
Down this pointless road
I listen to your crap
I comfort you when you cry
But you don't care when I write a rap
Or when I spit my rhymes
That's why I rap with venom
Instead of sugar coated shit
When you hear it it's like sucking on a lemon
I know you can't take the hit
One day I'll get famous
And you can suck my dick
I'll kick your ass to Uranus
Coz my rhymes are that slick
One day I'll get on stage
Mouth to the mic
Busting badass beats full of rage
So angry my words could start a fight
I'll be known around the world
For the way I blow off steam
People will know my raps
From here to Liechtenstein
One day I'll forget you
Haha but you won't forget me
My face is unavoidable
Coz I'm on every magazine
Our WeirdnessWeirdness,Our Weirdness1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A myth designed to believe that there is something,
More than normal,
Normal doesn't exist in fact,
We're all unique and must keep that intact,
For I can be like you,
But I won't be you,
I can't be you,
I'm not him either,
And you're not her,
Our differences align in separate patterns,
It's like saying you're Pluto,
He's Bruno Mars,
She's Venus Williams,
And I'm Perry Saturn,
You get 'em or you don't,
They are all connected in my head,
Yet remain disconnected,
No strings attached,
Except the red rope of fate,
I think that is where our weirdness aligns,
I think that is why we match.
Poetic Letter #1124-1-15Poetic Letter #113 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My darling Forest Runner...
It has been a while since we last spoke,
But I cannot remember who wrote last.
So I am breaking this self-imposed silence
Of not wanting to be wrong
And writing anyway,
Friendship is important.
I heard of you again through a mutual friend.
She mentioned your love of tea
And I recalled the letter where we spoke of it.
I nearly bought a mint and honey tea today,
But got a hairbrush instead
As mine is broken and no longer brushes nicely –
I have had it since I was eleven-ish,
Nevertheless it has been in my possession for a long time
And I hope this new one lasts as long.
My brother is going to teach me accounting,
The bare bones,
And how to use Quickbooks,
So that I am more appealing to prospective employers.
My work no longer schedules me to teach,
And although I initially loved the time off
It does become monotonous and boring to sleep every day until noon
Before reading until three
Behind closed doorsThe world in disarrayBehind closed doors1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Warp the minds of everyone
Who knows what is real
Religion kept behind closed doors
You may pray to whom ever you wish
Just don't make a scene in public
Not everyone shares your faith
Satan almost caught me sleepingSatan almost caught me sleepingSatan almost caught me sleeping1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He thought he had me on attack
He thought I was in Zion
But I was just taking a nap
He thought I was sleeping
But there is one thing he didn’t know
That when I was napping,
I got my hand with my sword
He thinks I wasn’t prepare
He thinks I didn’t knew
But by the end the night was over
He the one who looked like a fool
I have to thank you, JESUS
You’re the one who won this fight
If it was for you, JESUS.
Another one of us would have fallen tonight.
BrokenMy skin shifts in wavesBroken2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A creature lives within
I feel so strayed
My face is fading
Into the veiled black hole
Once my psyche
Now a parasite
Night and His Poetry VIIINight and His Poetry VIIINight and His Poetry VIII12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Lady in White
Clad in icy shards
The Mistress of Winter
Walking through bare trees.
Eyes of crystallized purity
Cry a single frozen tear
For the flowers withering
Under her gentle feet,
Her heart a fiery blaze.
La Notte e la Sua Poesia VIII
La Dama Bianca
Coperta in gelide schegge
La Signora dell'Inverno
Cammina tra alberi spogli.
Da occhi di puro cristallo
Cade una gelida goccia
Per i boccioli appassiti
Sotto i suoi gentili piedi.
Il cuore una fiera fiamma.
SnowSlinking Fear and cold dry wall,Snow14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Embrace the dark and forget that unknown hall..
Now over shadows and fear of night-
Fall like Snow in the breath of life.
Magic of the MorningA morning breeze is in the air,Magic of the Morning3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Soft and silvery,
Flying free without a care.
Push past branches of a tree,
Gentle like a deer,
Hear dawn's harmony.
A new day draws ever near,
Blessed early riser,
Morning air that you hold dear.
Each day you wake up wiser,
The blessing of the morning,
Take one a day with cider.
There is no feeling much more warming,
Now you may rest at ease,
For light comes after night's mourning.
A prayer comes in with the early breeze,
Healing those woke,
Feeling old and weak at the knees.
The magic spell is no silly joke,
Coming share the day with me,
See the sun like yellow egg yoke.
Come here and you can see,
Despite the lack of rest or sleep,
The sunrise fills us all with glee.
Calradia - Verse of the FiveOne vast land torn by war,Calradia - Verse of the Five3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
five were pulled from their homes.
Six kingdoms vie for territory,
twelve months to make an empire like Rome.
Of the five that have failed,
they are forever bound to this land.
Each were brought here against their will,
and they were all undone by those who fought against their hand.
The First was an aggressive swordsman,
wearing armor of the highest grade.
Charged headlong into each and every battle,
slicing those that opposed him down with a twin-handed blade.
His eagerness for the battles ahead,
proved to be his undoing for exemplar.
Execution he had managed to escape from,
only to be branded the outcast name of 'Bloodied Templar'.
The Second was a skilled huntress,
favoring the bow over the sword.
For when her targets were found,
an arrow would end their word.
Her preference for attacks from afar,
were her downfall, to those who closed in.
Hauled off to rot in a dungeon and to be beheaded,
fled into the wilds with the name 'Arrow's Sin'.
The Third was
Epitaph PoemsEpitaph Poems8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Here lies Danielle, the cool runner girl,
One time, at a track meet, she needed to hurl.
But then she fell, choking on her bile.
Nobody will see her again for a while.
Here lies Elle, the musical one,
But she didn't notice the poison on her reed.
After two notes, she was already done,
She would've lasted longer with weed.
Eutanasia para locos No 24(...) En el sueño Neruda con cara de Paz le dio un billete para no llorar más y al fin por su padre muerto. Entonces le arrojó el papel en la cara y ordenó un poema.Eutanasia para locos No 242 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On Poems That Don't RhymeI'll rhyme if I want; I don't care what you say!On Poems That Don't Rhyme1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It is indeed the traditional way.
I'm not trying to be an obstinate pig,
But for modern poetry I give not a fig.
Serpent HuntingThe King of the SerpentsSerpent Hunting3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lays in his jungle
Watching passers by
With an unblinking gaze
Pinning his prey
To the walls of the backdrop
Frozen, and waiting,
They watch as he sways
He dances once for them
The beautiful macabre
Of twirling and slinking
To a song that he hears
While the jungle remains silent
Frozen, and waiting,
Lost in his dance
In that moment of fear
TeethI’ve still got teethTeeth2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To chew you up and spit you out
Shatter your skeleton
Until it’s dust in the ground
But I guess you need
A solid and true reminder
You seem to think I will just
Roll over and rest in your fire
And you know I try to be
At least bittersweet instead of sour
When I do that though
It seems you go mad with power
Why is it you don’t listen
Unless I’m screaming blasphemy?
You never pay attention
Until I become the enemy
You say you love me
That my words have meaning here
If that were really true
There wouldn’t be mockery reaching my ear
So I guess my only option
To make you listen to me
Is to bare my weapons, bring them out
Show you I’ve still have sharpened teeth
Eye of the BeholderWe say 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder',Eye of the Beholder3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And yet each one of us fears growing older.
We despise the days and years flickering past us,
The dull roar of Time slowly mounting into a chorus.
We will age, we will fade, we will crumble to dust;
This world will not remember our devotion and trust.
We are mortal, mere seconds lost in eternity,
And yet I can say this with all certainty;
We last all but a moment, hardly a hundred years,
So we must be all the more cherished, bathed in mournful tears.