Our HeroOur Hero2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When he was young, fit and tall,
he got called up and sent off to war,
was made to wear a uniform
and shipped abroad, from his family torn.
Arriving in a foreign land,
to the sound of marching bands.
Sent up front to the muddy trenches,
told to shoot, without consequences.
One by one his comrades fell
but he came through this living hell.
Endured the cold, the mud and rain,
gas, guns and bombs drove him near insane.
Then one day he was told to go.
The war was over, now you're a hero
but being brave didn´t keep him alive,
he knew just luck helped him survive.
Now old and grey and bent with age,
he takes part in autumn parades,
in honour of all his fallen mates,
who he'll see again at heavens gates.
Poem written by
26th August 2015.
ExistenceExistence4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Over the ridges of orange sand
watch it slide,sink and expand
as the orange turns a silhouette
I wish life would reach its sunset
a gigantic glow of fading light
that slowly subsides into the night
it just becomes a crimson pyre
of the hopes that never flew higher
their magnificence brutally mangled
one by one, picked and strangled
and if love is merely a setting sun
let the holds of life come undone
be my dusk of a painful existence
sink with the sun into the distance.
The Lonely DragonLiving by himself in a remote place,The Lonely Dragon4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Too afraid to ever show his face,
The lonely dragon lies in great sadness,
Always standing on the brink of madness.
He wanted to share wisdom with the world
But to him renegation always hurled
Everyone saw him as something to be slain
And this only increased his growing pain.
Everyday hoping that people might change
To see that he is kind and not strange
But no one looks past the exterior
So he’ll always remain inferior.
At night he would often ask the stars
Why has he been put like this behind bars
But the stars were mostly silent to him
And his horizon became so grim.
He heard in stories told by his elders
That the world was once soft like feathers,
In time they stopped listening to reason
And what was a friend is now a demon.
The present became a cruel monster,
Turning him into nothing but a goner,
So banished like an outcast he shall die,
Taking his memory far beyond the sky.
August 24, 2015
Oh, Little KittenYou arrived at my doorstep,Oh, Little Kitten5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bengal markings of mocha and tan.
Leaving behind your family,
To happen upon my land.
Barely able to walk back then,
Yet how far, you did roam.
To climb underneath my car,
Deciding that this was home.
Shaking, scared, and lost,
Starving, and pretty cold.
A look in those golden eyes,
And with that, I was sold.
So I cuddled you up,
Carrying you up the stair.
A bowl of milk and blanket,
Became your favorite lair.
Adopted by my Siamese,
You are a little family of three.
With the dog, you play victim,
As you stalk her behind me.
Now when I watch you play,
I know that this was right.
It wasn't merely coincidence,
That brought you here that night.
So settle down, oh, little kitten.
My sweet little ball of fur.
Come cuddle up beside me,
And let me hear your purr.
©2015 Carol Gregoire
Never AloneThe pressing and the deafening,Never Alone2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The silence in your voice,
And the empty place inside of you
I pray forgives me for this choice.
The desire to make you happy,
It crushes me all the while,
The time, the effort, the strain
All in vain to hope you smile.
Constance of your presence,
That you always seem around.
There's a deep and darkened sorrow,
In just your tone alone and sound.
And again, I ever feel the same
I see pain etched against your face,
And for you;
It's what I desperately must erase.
Like an acid, corroding, eroding,
It burns so sickly through my soul,
Devouring, it constricts my heart
The burden of worry take's it's toll.
Within the roiling and reeling,
It spins my mind out seething,
And the best I could hope to pray for,
Is that you truly start believing.
In the torment and the terror,
In any depression you may be feeling.
In the suppression, the regression,
Hardships of managing and dealing.
A rock, a raft, a lifeboat or land.
A hand, an ear, in arms tightly embracing.
ForgottenIn the frozen waste's of empty spaceForgotten5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A sprawling scape of ruins lay
Of rust and bones and dusty tomes
Caught motionless in the cold light of day.
A frozen land of ice and sand
Lays forgotten in its own embrace
Where all is lost in the endless frost
The furthest corner of distant space
All that was and all it's cause
Has faded into shades of grey
And with it fails, the ancient tales
All voices as silent as the ruins lay
And what remains but long dead flames
Charred shadows in the dull grey light
For all is lost in ash and frost
And nothing stirs within his sight
He stands alone in the ruins bones
Broken structures and crumbling frames
Amongst the dust and deathly hush
Of the long forgotten lifeless planes
He is but a shadow within the night
The sentinel of a forgotten race
The last spark of life, of knowledge and strife.
to wander this eternal place.
The silence settles like fallen petals
And the winds cease their shuddered breath
And The last light fails and last colours pale.
As the s
Au revoirI didn't mean to kill themAu revoir3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the ax just sorta slipped
and I know it looks pre-meditated
but the arrows came poison tipped
Its gonna look like I held a grudge
or that I really didn't need a nudge
that I was all to willing to chop em up
and drink my wine from their skull cup
In truth there is only one conclusion you can draw
The Death Sentence backed by law
and how could I be mad at you
believing your perspective true
Yet, you understand my problem tho
and why I really gotta go
I'm really just the victim
standing once again in the wrong place
And I know you think this explanation
is just me saving face
yet that is not the mission of this tale
Its simply designed to kill time, while I set sail.... Au revoir
Endless YearsPooh bear, ponies, butterflies,Endless Years40 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rainbows, yogurt, summertime,
Running, yelling Disney quotes,
Tiny shovels, plastic boats.
Poofy skirts on sparkling dresses,
Fake tiaras on messy tresses,
Snowmen standing three feet high,
Vanilla ice cream, apple pie.
Fairy wings and scattered crayons,
Tracing tiny, careful hands,
Molding Play-Doh into spheres,
Brief hours, and yet endless years.
Growing up is coming slow,
Steadily it happens, though,
And now I only want these things,
Scattered crayons and fairy wings.
CauseWithout the pull of a mother prejudiceCause10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lay expectations akin to their doom
Weightless an action becomes for naught
And better is the enactment
For what can suffice to claim
O'er their children palms
With fair golden means
Come to dawn
From seasons passed on
And in a place without
The seeds can only moulder
Together twins of malady
From generations to their mother
Answer as one cannot take upon them
The sweet form chosen differentiation
Pocahontas She was beautiful…her raven hair danced gracefully in the wind.Pocahontas 20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her skin glowed with the breathtaking color of ornate copper.
Her garments, which were made from the hide of a deer, fit her sleek figure perfectly.
Her voice was a melodious ring when she would chant and sing.
Her eyes glistened with the captivating color of refined brown.
Her feet flew across the grass as she silently raced through the forest.
When she arrived to the ocean’s salty shore her body froze.
Her gaze reached to the mighty ships anchored to the sandy shores.
She stood in awe.
Never had she thought that she would see white men sail to her homeland.
Never had she imagined that she would save one of them.
She acted nobly, courageously, benevolently, and patiently.
She would seek out adventure and spiritual wisdom.
Her people called her by her secret name Maktoaka.
Chief Powhatan claimed her as his daughter.
To this day she captivates our hearts with her legend.
She is Pocahontas.
Passing PerihelionA little girl watches the dust dancingPassing Perihelion22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in the golden glow of a bedside lamp.
It casts a soft shadow across her face.
How could she have grown tired of the comet,
whose last beams of pale, unfamiliar joy
dissipate over the town in silence?
She loves this time of night for its silence
after days filled with laughter and dancing,
which she has also loved. At last, her joy
cools to contentment. Switching off the lamp,
she waves and says good night to the comet,
its tail a streak where once it bore its face.
With childhood's innocent calm on her face,
she immerses herself in the silence,
unaware of the chaos this comet
has brought – small chaos – but still, how dancing
cravings of the mortal mind lead the lamp
to cast light on perilous paths to joy.
The softness of a bed brings unique joy,
refuge from the routine of face-to-face.
Outside, fireflies leap like sparks from a lamp,
making the night glow gold in its silence,
and her mind quells the last of its dancing
to little more
Not of MeRecovery comes and goNot of Me1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet here I am not weary
It's not my mind in which has caused
This body that is healing
Sure, I remain calm
Instead of freaking out
Yes, I stay positive
But only to shroud the doubt
A doubt which I now release
Because I trust in You
My God, I'm only still here
Because of my faith in You
I WILL NOT GIVE INI WILL NOT GIVE INI WILL NOT GIVE IN2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will not give up, when words seem to escape me,
I will hold on, because my heart won’t let it be,
I am convinced by the grandest of notions,
That love exists, it’s the deepest of emotions,
And the day I find it, I promise to never let go,
Because I have before and heartache I now know,
I will never use those three words lightly anymore,
And I will never take it for granted like I have before,
I will speak through actions, not just what I say,
I will not give into myself when love comes my way...
Haiku Collection - Inspiration and MotivationBrave the unknown roads,Haiku Collection - Inspiration and Motivation2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Comfort zones expand only
By treading beyond.
Confront your conflicts.
Avoidance prolongs a chase
That may never end.
No second guessing,
Do not falter, seize your chance,
Extend your limits;
When someone raises that bar,
Meet and then beat it.
Set some goals in life.
Having no dream fills you with
Your fire snuffs only
When YOU cut off the fuel
And give yourself up.
Your motives are only
As firm as your conviction
And pure as your heart.
Do not fear failure.
Take risks, chance fate, try new things
Or success can’t show.
You can’t move forward
If you are still looking back.
Leave the past behind.
Black Pearl LamentHome life is unhappy,Black Pearl Lament2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the port by the sea,
For the Brother, with no adventures, it is misery
Sister watches as he finds The Black Pearl of fame,
Winking, smiling, swaying
Finds him as he plans, his scheme unfurls
Brother’s dreams are not tame
For Cathy Cats and Kangaroos are in his brain
Sister worries for her Brother
Fighting, Drowning, Dying
She thinks like him, binds herself for the ride
Black Pearl grins, Black Pearl chuckles
Looks at Sister’s ghost pale knuckles
And her tan finger curls
.A whirlwind blows in my mind.5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As I try to fight off the dream
Of being with you again
Don't kill the light.The gods paint their colorsDon't kill the light.4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All across the skies
We sit back and listen
As the wind whistles by.
Tell me you can feel it
Hearts beating as one
Endless energy roaming free
Wondering what's left to be done.
Soft expanse of mountain
Where have you left your light?
Shine over my mind
Beat upon the good and right.
Waves of pure
All around our hill
They glide like music
They radiate power and chills.
Let not the rain dissolve you
Don't kill the light.
Dance in the sun with me
Sleep through dusk into night.
My ChainsWhen I open my eyes,My Chains5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The first thing I see,
The darkness is there,
Ready to greet me.
The next thing I notice,
An immense crushing weight,
I can barely breathe,
Let alone think straight.
Then I am aware of,
the aching pain,
From my arms and wrists,
Bearing the strain.
How many days have passed,
Exactly like this,
How many days have I spent,
In this hellish abyss?
I have been suffering,
For so very long,
I've forgotten what it was,
That made me strong.
I don't really know,
How much more I can take,
Of this awful confinement,
Before I utterly break.
I don't even know,
When this all started,
Maybe it was when,
She and I parted.
I only know sadly,
What became of me,
Trying to be free.
But my bindings were stronger,
I regret to confess,
And so they became,
A great tangled mess.
Now where I once stood,
The only thing that remains,
Is me trapped within,
This cold ball of chains.
No love to give,
Unable to die,
Unable to live.
purei was white once -pure1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
pure, before i touched the prism
into a spectrum.
pure, before i touched the prism
i was a seed, unfolded
in my mother's arms
a bundle of lily and silk
i was a seed, unfolded
roots ejecting from my shell,
spawling like lightning in slow-motion
as i grew.
roots ejecting from my shell,
into the loamy earth
into my mother's eyes
which dictate what i'm worth
into the loamy earth
i am buried,
a temporary grave
from which i will rise
as a flower.
i am buried,
but this greenhouse
has walls of glass,
and the light clothes me
making me new.
i was white once -
pure, before i touched the prism
but now i am much more
DevotedHurry, because it won't be longDevoted8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
before I've moved and gone along
to another place, another song
not as right, but not as wrong
as it has been on this pedestal
where I live as the spectacle
And I've always found it acceptable
so I must attest how delectable
the mundane and the contemptible
have become when they're so amenable
to live inside my heart, too
beside the expendable and you
Occasional is the wanting, perpetual is the need,
sometimes it is daunting whenever I exceed
my desire for contentment, and so I mislead
you into resentment and within you I breed
your love for me, your hate for me, your can't wait for me
your got to get away from me.
Come beside me again and love me the same
take it all away and then give me the blame
and I will take it again without any shame
for when I'm at fault, I am the flame!
Ashes, ashes ... I have made everything burning
but you cannot help it, you can't stop yearning
It simply has become unappealing
to have to feel with all of these feelings.
BulletI shot a bullet at the ground.Bullet9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It hit my shadow
and it fell down.
Writhing it slowly faded away,
I don't shoot bullets to this day..
MelancholyMaybe I'll do something productive todayMelancholy2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eventually those chores will have to be done
Lately things have gotten a bit mundane
All the things I do seem to bore me too easily
Not that I do much in the first place
Computer games hold my attention for a while
However, even they become tedious over time
Oh well, I guess I just need to face facts
Loneliness is indeed a cruel mistress
Yet I cannot leave her side
Come to the CarnivalCome one, come all!Come to the Carnival4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The show will thrill and enthrall!
Watch the Joker as he laughs and cries
At the World's wonderfully Gilded LIES!
Oh, the Children will just SCREAM with Joy
As the clowns play with a CANNON, as if it were a toy!
Look! Look! It's the Acrobats!
They fly through the air to avoid the hungry Aristocrats.
Oh! The poor, poor acrobat has fallen down below
And the World laughs as they hear the sound of the Crow....