Your RoleTime heals all wounds, they sayYour Role2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
But what of those that fester?
These consume all flesh away
Under bones, you’re but a jester
Serving in a court for amusement of others
Useless to all, step up from vagabond
None shall ever come to you as brothers
Of you no one shall ever be fond
What is your place in this world?
Hero of none, too mindless for scholar
At you all insults shall be hurled
Your role, of such none are smaller
But even the grandest of clocks
Rely upon the tiniest of gears
So disregard how each mocks
You shall endure the years
Day 4: Fairytale"Come buy some fresh apples, redDay 4: Fairytale1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Ripe and sweet as sugar pure
Perfect for some dwarfs, to sate
See them glisten and allure
Here have this one take a bite"
And Snow fell faint 'pon that site
Memories It was down by a river where I last saw youMemories 2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I was drowning in cheap whiskey
And you were drowning in your sorrow
I didn't know what to say, or what to do
So I let you speak your silent language
With words that your tongue failed you
But now you're gone and I miss the taste
Of your sweet lips and your sweet lies
The cheap taste of whiskey cannot replace
The memory of you on our last night
You were crushed like a cigarette
By the ones you thought that you could trust
Your life went by so fast before me
Your death the result of their lust
If I were smarter I might have seen
The ashes falling from your bright gleam
If I were smarter I might have seen
That you were dying, falling apart from the seams
But it was down by that river where I last saw you
And sometimes when I go there at night
I whisper to the stars this story about us
And sometimes when I go there at night
I see your body, embraced in pale moonlight
And sometimes, just sometimes
I can fall asleep
RosenrotNow you're nothing to meRosenrot3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
But a long lost reverie;
Reminder of the old me,
The person I used to be...
I shall cease to exist, be no more,
Can't touch me, the one you adore,
Of all the stars, I implore,
You will control me nevermore...
An undead flame flickers, then dies,
Ready to cut each of the ties,
Sick of what I see in your eyes,
It's time that you met your demise...
I am certain, without a doubt,
You are trapped, there's no way out,
No matter how loud you shout,
You will still be the one left without...
Gritting your teeth, you fired a shot,
But it was blank, didn't hurt a lot,
Your dreams will wither and rot,
Buried some place cold, a funeral plot...
moonif my soul was the sky, my heart would be moonmoon2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
amongst the stars joyful, a loving free moon
the children used to run at night from their homes
they'd sit on the grass and all'd hope to see moon
I call him a sadist when he hides his light
watching innocents fall will make a glee moon
sometimes my reflection glares from water caves
and behind me watching's my friend the sea moon
if one day this poet should depart from earth
look into the galaxy and call me moon.
A Love PoemFollow these words and repeat after meA Love Poem3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Ai, ai-mer, a-mor, a-ma-re, a-mar
Die lief, lief-de, lie-ben, li-be
Hubb, hlub, hak, son, hki-ith-ki-in-mait-tar
Ren-men, a-ha-va, sa-lang, im-hab-ba
U vol-je-ti, vo-le-ti, ka-chan-nie
Si-rel, sev-gi, me-leth, mī-les-tī-ba
O stor-ge, fi-lia, e-ros, a-ga-pé
Eshq, ashk, dust, da-shu-ri, mai-te
Mo-hab-bat, ma-xab-bat, bhā-la-bā-sā
Mei-le, miq-vars, ar-mas-tus, dra-gos-te
Rak-kaus, al-skar, el-sker, el-ska, lá-ska
Pa-sa-da-hai, pyā-ra, prē-ma, prī-ti
A-ro-ha, bre-á, ca-ru, o-bi-cham
Khair-ta, ku-kon-da, tla-zo-tla-lis-tli
Lju-be-zen, lyu-bov, sze-ret-ni, sa-kam
Cin-ta, su-ka, sne-ham, fi-tia-va-na
Ko-hach, yêu, pag-i-big, pa-ghi-gug-ma
A-lo-ha, a-lo-fa, hu-ku, tres-na
Khuam-rak, sra-leanh, an-pu, ā-da-ra-ya
N'a-nia, je-cla-hay, if-e, u-pen-do
Than-da, u-ku-than-da, ra-ta, bo-goh
If you have trouble reading the above
Know that each of the words means love, love, love
Fake by: Jeremy CothronSo called Christians yell out obscenitiesFake by: Jeremy Cothron2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
"THANK GOD FOR DEAD SOLDIERS!"
"THANK GOD FOR DEAD BABIES!"
The real ones spout love and blessings
"God loves you"
"God is never resting"
But because Fakes yell louder
They get attention that is higher
And the real ones get pushed aside
Angry people yelling that they lied
Now people can only associate it with hate
While others love
The fakes tell people their fate
Not spreading the love of Jesus they were meant to tell
I beg you, ignore them
They are where all lies stem
God does not hate you
God only loves you
Because we are all his daughters and sons
And the fake ones live but real ones get hung
"GOD HATES FAGS!"
"PUT THEM ALL IN BODY BAGS!"
I can't stand these extremists
All they are ,are cysts that are cancerous
When a "Christian" spouts hate
A Christian they aint
9/29A trivial subject, were all of her subjects,9/2914 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
A trivial writer was she
Her problems sewn into her paper
Her heart balancing on her knee
A beautiful woman, were all of her women,
No beautiful woman was he
His name carved in blood on his forehead
His pseudonym carved underneath
A meaningless poem, like all of her poems
A meaningless people are we
With longing to be like the daisies -
There’s nothing else left here to be.
Alex and MiraOne is the stronghold,Alex and Mira20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
one is the princess.
One is a star,
one is a guard.
One of them fights of evil,
one of them brings peace.
One is strong like the world
and one is a mighty protector.
staying together forever.
till the end of the line,
till the end of all time.
One is the stronghold,
one is the princess.
One is a star
and one is a guard.
I Fell For A Person Like YouI Fell For A Person Like You1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I fell for your looks that could kill the innocent.
I fell for those eyes that makes me melt to mush.
I fell for the words you whispered throughout my ear.
I fell for all the feelings I thought we shared.
I fell for the love you gave to me like a gift.
I fell for a person like you, stealing my heart.
Prior To AdmissionDog's tails in knotsPrior To Admission1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Got suspicions of status: caught.
The only flutter is in the spot
Where sun rays wag hot.
Prefer shade than heatstrokes,
Evading heated havoc like backstrokes.
Tell me, does furry fluff fly far
Or does it curl up the cot like a car in the lot?
Just hope it's made.
A gift wrapped upA gift wrapped up1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Life is a disruption of the most peaceful silence.
Whilst Death is perfect, no disorder,
Death is the strictest order to remain
Life is a sudden whisper, a stronger
Life is chaotic, unbalanced, not
Death is the balance you seek, its opposite realm.
Death is the darkest night you've ever seen
And Life is the light you have for so long longed to be
Life is a gift wrapped up that you didn't deserve.
An opportunity to see a bit of beauty in this world.
To see the greenest green end and the beginning of blue.
To feel all emotions and laugh through and through.
Not yet a goodbyeYou all know my nameNot yet a goodbye15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
The solace was in vain
No shame in being dead
Obituary isn't a good read
The shadows will tear us apart
But the spectre aims for my heart
25 is the amount
maybe more -
make the count.
A Blank PageA page as white as snowA Blank Page3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
What is to be told, no one knows
No one knows the story that is to unfold
On this blank page that I hold
Perhaps a story about a king and a queen
and a troll or dragon unbelievably mean
A story about a ogre loud and foul
or a monster with a terrible growl
Or, it may be a story about a ghost
a spirit who wants revenge the most
and a girl who can hear it, sees it, can speak to it
and who fears it, even though she can't be hurt by it one bit
Maybe it will be about a city in the sky
about a girl who could fly
about a sister who ran away
about how they meet again one day
Or, maybe it won't even turn out to be a story at all
maybe it will be a picture of how the leaves look in the fall
Or of a friend as she tells of a book she read
of a flower, and colored with orange and red
Or a poem about what I would do if I ruled the world
maybe something where my cluttered memories are unfurled
about someone to which I want to say "good-bye"
about the boy who once learned to fly
Cemetery Waltzhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTuj26W0iI4Cemetery Waltz9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Night has fallen and the land is still
But not for long, as night creatures will
Take their turn to roam the land
Make their own noise, play in their band
But there are some places they will not comb
Other things happen wherever there’s a tomb.
A haunting song begins to play
Something of a signal that says OK
It’s safe to come out now and have some fun
Let’s party all night, until we see the sun
But not all are in the party mood
Like that lonely girl in the black hood.
The music continues all through the night
The ghostly couples dance in the pale moonlight
One breaks off and approaches the girl
He offers his hand, asking for a swirl
She slowly agrees, revealing raven locks
He promises to stay until the crow of the cocks.
She places her hand into his
The two so close that they could kiss
As he leads her across the ground
Every now and then spinning her around
Keeping in time to the beat of the tune
Their only light coming fr
To plant a treeWere I to plant a tree,To plant a tree14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
There in the Park,
Across from you and me.
I would remark in passing,
Nay, tis small,
But small it shall never be.
We would with the passing season note,
"The leaves reach higher this year."
Glistening in the afternoon sun,
But I wonder often as seasons change,
The years seem to pass me by,
That the tree I may have only planted,
Never grew by my power, or design.
It was only I who laid the seed,
Into the soft and earthen ground.
Not I who gave it the strength to live,
To hear the wind rustle, what a sound!
I never gave shade to the playing children,
Who traveled to distant lands.
Amongst the damp and mossen branches,
The dreams they held within their hands!
Were I to but plant a tree,
There in the park,
Right by yonder air,
It would be planted for the
Li Bai poetry (russian literary translation)Тоска разлуки, что вошла в мои врата -Li Bai poetry (russian literary translation)17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Теперь я знаю, как мучительна она...
Об образе лишь мысль, лишь одно воспоминанье -
И безгранична слабость (пусть и мимолетно расставан
Lowlightparish town and sworn to dawnLowlight3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
peeling trees of any leaves
the musk of dusk and cycle life
will start to rise and blend to seethe
the tiny sea within the fence
caught in the battle for recompense
algae collects in foreign space
no place like home, oh dreary grace
the sun falls down in winter time
lowlight pushing books and wine
but grapes of wrath are not the type
to let snow dull their sharpened knife
birds adorn the wreath of fruit
worn by man who shows his suit
he sets alight his fathers earth
to live until the second birth
papal love is pleased to greet
but only when a tithe can meet
the hands and tongues of catholic church
when innocence is bared to birch
Self-doubtSelf-doubtSelf-doubt3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Right when I was finally starting to live, I die.
From Spring to the Autumn into Winter, I wither.
It is the lusty, raging storm surge, the awry skies.
Stripped me of my comfort and left my walls asunder.
Poem (Starving artist?)Forever and always, my efforts prove to be in vain.Poem (Starving artist?)2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I spread my heart on canvas, bled like the pouring rain.
Just for succession, to a goal that gets further every day.
Is there a purpose? Is there a way to forget the pain?
Will I have a purpose? Or will plain art mark those of sane?
I just want to find my place in life, and to find a better way.
I just want a better reason, for me to fight the pain.
Is there a better reason? Or a light to keep me sane?
Not living in broken dreams, within clouds colored grey.
UntitledI would work almost anywhere for a while with no pay,Untitled2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Provided you are willing to give me somewhere to live and a meal a day.
I just need a promise that you'll provide me with a stepping stone
And won't be offended when I move on
To search for home.
You don't realise what it's like
To be like a rabbit trapped between headlights
Going first to the left and then to the right.
Everything I say and do is taken in negative context,
They hear what I say but don't understand how it is meant.
They see a man out for number one
But they don't see what I have done.
Every time I've asked for help I've been refused,
But when I try to help others, I just get used.
InvisibleScreaming, but your voice is deadInvisible1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Running, but the fear catches up
Crying over this unending dread
Thirsting over an empty cup
You think you know what’s best
What a fool that you must be
Can’t you see you’ll never rest?
You can’t hope to work off the fee
Of living invisible
In front of those you need
Your cares divisible
Unheard, yet you plead
Hide if you like
It doesn’t matter
If you take a hike
In fluorescent spatter
You are a part of the wall
The face of the crowd
A shadow down the hall
And highest layer of cloud
They hear you but do not listen
See you but never notice
And how your eyes do glisten
When you’re out of focus
You sing the unheard song
Rhyming unfamiliar tune
But deprived last not long
Starved, you will perish soon