The LightAnd the spring azure skies will turn a bright blueThe Light1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They will soak in the sunshine so warm and true
And the flowers will bloom, the land born anew
They will sing our praises, for me and for you.
What Lies Behind The Secret DoorIf you wish for something moreWhat Lies Behind The Secret Door2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look behind the secret door
What lies behind the secret door?
A world of lies, and button eyes
And rats disguised as circus mice
That lies behind the secret door
A mother unlike any other
Even though she is the Other
And the real one was a bother
She lies behind the secret door
Tells lies behind the secret door
A dream come true, the nightmare’s real
Now, my child, I ask you, will
You look behind the secret door?
Get hooked behind the secret door?
And be lost, forevermore?
Into DeathInto death rides times passage into darkInto Death1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Darkened recesses of memories hold,
Ships hold carries them all to rivers old
Pathways beyond Lethe as Persephone's spark
Held hope to never forget livings work.
The energy into which death infold's
Taking away that that promised its gold,
Golden moments of inhaled breath not irk
To suffer the bitter taste of smokes edge
Ever the never land of yellowed page
Withered and brittle finding no more sedge
For cutting, for it brings only the gauge
By what endings are told forevermore
Forever the Reaper yields his blades score.
Vers d'autres mondesL'éveil vers une autre destinationVers d'autres mondes2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Attend une Porteuse, en compagnie
D'un sorcier lui apportant protection.
Songeant au futur par son insomnie,
Une Reculée se laisse guider
Par sa résolution définie.
Entre la joie et les contrariétés
Pour la Porteuse, le périple commence
Afin de suivre la fatalité.
Pour la Reculée, avec sa prudence,
Dans cette grande ville, un jour se lève
Afin d'améliorer son existence.
Leur premier voyage en terres de rêve.
My doubt, my hopeDoubt..My doubt, my hope1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
day in, day out
It follows, a constant companion
"I'm not depressed,"
'Are you sure?'It asks in that hushed tone
Never once, does it leave me alone
'After all, it's the doc's that said it. Are they not the experts?'
They made a judgement call, doesn't make them right
'Doesn't make them wrong'
A constant battle raging on
Life, or death?
"It'll end," my friend assures "just hold on"
Can I? If so, for how long?
"You're strong, stronger thank you think"
Am I, am I really?
'It can end,' says an even quieter voice
No, that's not a choice..
'But it is, you know it. Better than anyone, it can be done..'
Jaw clenched, hands clutched tight.
'We both know you don't stand a chance..you'll lose, in the end.'
Death, extends its hand. Friendly smile spread cross pale lips.
'Come with me, my dear. Never again will you fear. Never again will you doubt, Let me help.'
It's in these times, I wonder
Would anyone miss me?
'Perhaps for awhile,' De
Fire, a haikuDance from here to thereFire, a haiku3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Casting out your brilliance far
Burn bright and fade slow
No ReasonSomething seems off.No Reason4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nerves wearing thin.
Pressure starts building.
Panic sets in.
Unable to think.
Pacing in circles.
Approaching the brink.
Pulse keeps on racing,
can't get it to slow
and I can't seem to move,
but I just want to go.
I don't know what's wrong.
I can't understand.
Just how much more
will I have to withstand?
To Be a Servant and a QueenDraw me to subservience like a moth to a flameTo Be a Servant and a Queen9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Entice me with promises of chocolate and fame
I can be your track chick or sooo-ci-e-ty dame
Take me through my past again where nothing is the same
I am a rider of lore and I am stone combat sore
The mother of streams and bread to the poor
I am whispers and grins with a melt-iron core
The strum in the air behind this closed door
I have secrets. Would you care to hear?
Welcome to the world of my Biggest Fear
For you we give an Athame to shear
The mystique from me (or my sin to steer)
I don’t ride for kings. No, they ride with me
I discuss wars with Queens over cupcakes and tea
Through books and blood and meditations on the sea
I put the ‘witch’ back in ‘bitch’ to reclaim ‘Blessed Be’
This Is Longer Than ExpectedCrushing feeling when I can't have you,This Is Longer Than Expected16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Makes me so angry wanna go out and stab anyone who,
Gets in my path,
Gets in my way,
Every single day,
It's crazy how much you're inside my brain,
I'd take you in the car,
On a plane,
On a train,
Doesn't matter to me,
I just want your love,
Above and beyond,
We'll take it past the stars,
While we're riding on a comet,
Land on the moon,
Strip down and dance on it,
Cause that's us,
And we're cool,
Not so popular cause others think we're rude,
That's nothing new,
We're just old,
Old in soul,
And we'll watch it glow,
We'll shine like gold,
Yet we're young at heart,
So we shine more like that spark that starts,
Back to desire,
I want you,
More than anything else before,
I need you,
When I see you,
The whole world stops,
Birds stop chirping,
We no longer hear,
The choices we've made lead us here,
Me and you only,
Destination so near,
I can feel it,
How about you?
Are you with me?
Is it j
To Be A Wild TomatoTo Be A Wild TomatoTo Be A Wild Tomato3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by Tricia Pattinson
A seed born to be wild
Climbing society's cage
Pruned to fit the proper pattern
Fed for competitive
Frames have not changed
Generations learn the old
Curling like vines
Straining life to reach the light
Breaking free the art
From this world's metal trellising
Sow the next go round
Outside these boulevards
I to YouI to you—how love can wake and wane;I to You1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How something made from clay is given to break.
Is there warmth when a heart wizens and a body frays?
When tears writhe in a way
And run from what I’ve done—beauty told by the eye strays.
To keep—it takes time, and distance makes sorrow’s mind.
All is for you, when hell is but a breath of mine.
And to see through a far window that a little star shines,
Morrow will raise her and she is a cloud lighted by the sun's climb.
O, that chime—billowing from the breast,
What a frivolous importance to need, and lest
The fear to lose you ever rests—
Like the strain to see through this wilted sight—
Can hands soften clay claws perched precariously to life?
In a lonesome hunch, we all fish through these shady fog-lines.
Time and distance falls everything for the human being;
Time and distance cures and kills all that could ever be;
The future for these falling creatures—they have to wait and see.
AlbtraumDarf ich vorstellen - mein bester Freund,Albtraum10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
der zumeist jeden Tag versäumt.
Er ist nur nachts wirklich hellwach,
die Sonne macht ihn zu sehr schwach.
Erst wenn die Nacht ganz finster ist
und du in deinen Träumen bist,
sitzt er ruhig und still bei dir,
bewacht dein Bett wie sein Revier.
Mit dir ist er fest verbunden;
blickt auf dich in allen Stunden.
Oft fühlt er sich missverstanden,
denn insgeheim hat er niemanden.
Die meisten fürchten sich vor ihm,
schon der Gedanke lässt sie flieh'n.
Er will anderen nicht wehtun,
doch auch er muss sich mal ausruh'n.
Die Trauer macht sein Leben schwer,
die Einsamkeit noch umso mehr.
Aus Frust dringt er in Träume ein,
um wenigstens dein Freund zu sein.
Doch macht er dort mehr falsch als gut
und ihn ihm steigt und kocht die Wut.
Freunde, Freude, mehr will er nicht,
bis sein Hass plötzlich erlischt.
Das Licht ist an und er ist fort,
nur seine Tränen sind noch dort.
Zurück in seinem grauen Raum;
er ist weit mehr
LifeNo better. No worse.Life2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pain is simply a feeling.
Life is our beloved curse.
Within our fate is sealing.
How beautiful it can be,
How dreadful it may go.
Its raindrops fall on me.
And in the sunlight I grow.
Planted by loving seeds,
We are a tender crop.
We have simple needs,
Our youth never stops.
It is as it will always be,
Forever a perfect sight.
No ill weather will see,
The ending of this light.
The shadows may crawl,
And the blood may run.
Yet perfect are we all,
who share a perfect sun.
All of the pain of what is,
Comes with a hidden store.
It is beauty, love and bliss.
Life is Life, and nothing more.
WoodlotIn the holy season of DecemberWoodlot4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the suburbs to buy a Christmas tree.
The sky was steel-gray, a covered ember
Waiting to flare up and shake itself free.
A day like that brings out the life in me.
I grinned, hands in my pockets, and looked hard
At every tree that leaned up in that yard.
I tapped one on the shoulder as a friend;
A pagan tree to bring back home to hearth,
A fellow traveler in this strange land,
A fragment of the holy barren earth
Naked in the time of death and rebirth.
Not quite majestic, but a Christmas tree -
Weedy suburban wood, a thing like me.
The Mainly Apt DreadMadness's singing in your head,The Mainly Apt Dread2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Telling they're not far from dead,
Reassuring it's okay,
When you laugh and scream and slay.
Blood is bubbling in your veins
In excitement from the pains,
Whispering that it's all right
When their yells rip through the night.
And nothing has been wrong so far,
Their hearts are always yours to mar,
Calling in to you and thus,
Reap and hang and, well, abuse.
'Quiet'"You're so quiet"'Quiet'2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
why am I here?
Yea, may seem like it
These people don't care
Really, it's quite the opposite
"Look at her, cool as a cucumber"
Wish I could just, disappear
Note the smirk, it's of one who knows better
They'd never notice
It's of one, who remembers. No one "cares" what I think
Could leave, without a trace
So, I'll fade into the background
"Don't know how she does it"
Mind screaming, without a sound
Just be another forgotten face
Yet still, I keep my silence
Where to go? Hell, I don't know..anywhere really
Give off that "cool and collected," air
It'll be me, that's all I'll need
No one suspects, never detects
No one else
And that's just fine
That's it, I'll leave tonight. Be gone, out of sight
'cause no one could handle
They'd never find me
a mind, like mine.
Do You Believe In MagicMagic resonates off you,Do You Believe In Magic15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seeing you lights the fire,
Hearing you flows the urges,
Touching you unleashes the beast,
Where did you come from?
How did you find me?
Did you know this would happen?
Is this all part of your plan?
Is there even a plan,
Or are you just enjoying the time,
I've never met one of your kind,
One who can bend another to their will,
You say I'm like you but I'm not,
Is the magic in me like it is in you?
Or am I just the pretender?
You say I'm not like the others,
The ones you've met before me,
The ones who fell beneath your feet,
They couldn't compete,
They couldn't keep up,
Your magic was too strong,
And they didn't have enough,
So to speak,
And yet there are still barriers between us,
Perhaps you're the one whose weak,
Are you not maintaining a distance,
Even while wrapped in my arms,
Are you methodical as am I,
Just waiting for the alarm,
To go off,
Saying RUN! RUN! RUN!,
As far and fast as you can,
Away from this man,
Whose broken down the walls,
What Do You Mean Don't Panic?Everything gone,What Do You Mean Don't Panic?4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in well over my head
and I'm starting to wish
that I'd just stayed in bed.
It's an all too improbable
tale of frustration
and all in the name
of a miscalculation.
The Raggid Artist (2015)she sees, through eyes worth seeing through,The Raggid Artist (2015)3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a world where nightmares and dreams come true
manifested on brush-tips in hues of reds,yellows, and blue.
she succeeds where words fail and opens doors to break (on) through.
her message: an enigma and in her (he)art lie its clues.
standing at the precipice, between beauty and the macabre,
she strips death from her subjects and re-purposes the odd.
handmade creations of the soul in an age of digital jihad,
she stands alone - a true artist, well-deserving of our awe.
StarshineStarshineStarshine1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Starshine bright and starshine fair
As dear midnight dances through my hair.
Peace come with the lighted skies
Sorrow dissipates of broken goodbyes.
Today's a day both new and bold
Yesterday's a day both grand and old.
Past behind and Future before
Starshine lighting a heart now vacant of war.
Vacant of war and battles fading slow
Turmoil and pain dulls to a faint glow.
Brokeness gone but pain still here
The sorrow of a lost one hundred years.
New days and a new future bright
Guided and loved and strong in the moonlight.
Gone but never forgotten darling
Is the world we dreamed of never parting.
Life is wide and God is fair
Melancholy fades with Light's dear care.
Starshine and strength pave my way
From shattered into life, from Night into Day.
Within Me.Oh black, swirling sky.Within Me.2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My awaiting heavenly abyss.
Do what I shan’t, can’t – Rain, cry!
For something is amiss,
A death in the night.
What’s with this, girl?
So silent, so alone – Just fight!
This demonic churl,
Please, darkness closing in,
With welcoming warm embrace,
Spirit me away from my Hate…Sin!
Remove this lifeless face
God, riding the rising light,
those waking with the dawn,
Forgive me, for I hadn’t…the might
So don’t wait, and don’t mourn.
Bac si“to the frantic screaming you could even see.Bac si2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But the thing that haunts me irreverently,
Is the constant pleading of Bác sỉ.”
I could see you out there, not far from me, fixing wounds and patching hurt of the vietnamese
Braving an unrelenting torrent of artillery,
to the frantic screaming you could even see.
I blacked out, I'm sure, you resurrected me.
after that, all I can remember honestly,
was my very own pleading of Bác sỉ, Bác sỉ.
What the bullets had done to your legs and back, it could not be
But you would not stop, running painfully
to the frantic screaming you could even see.
You were ordered to stop, stand down, before you destroyed your knee
But you couldn't stop, wouldn't stop, because we screamed constantly,
Bác sỉ, Bác sỉ, Bác sỉ!
"Duck" you say it means, but you do not see
In vietnam they cried for you endlessly,
it was the frantic screaming that you could see,
‘Doctor' in vietnamese, is
Spring is ComingSpring is ComingSpring is Coming3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spring is coming soon.
It will soon be here.
No longer do we have to deal
With winter bringing fear.
I long for warmer weather,
Because I hate the cold.
I'm stuffy in the nose all day
And never growing bold.
Spring brings warmth,
And it brings pleasure.
More time to be outdoors
And find such leisure.
Spring also brings the storms,
Thunderstorms and tornadoes.
Those once used to make me mad,
To the point I'd squash a tomato.
But spring is a season to enjoy
In spite of allergies,
Because it brings joy to the people
Such as you and me.