Gay Marriage is Legal!Gay Marriage is Legal!3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This poem is for the courageous, the meek, the broken hearted.
When it comes to freedom, America has just gotten started.
Marriage equality for all is a simple right.
Yet look at how much our sisters and brothers had to fight.
In our society, the voices of justice rise and fall.
Constitutional rights have just begun to include us all.
Slowly, we are opening the political fists,
That strangle human rights, and pretend they don’t exist.
We are beginning to accept that there are no boundaries to love.
Heterosexual marriage is neither better, nor above.
We have finally made it legal to marry.
And have lightened the burden gay couples must carry.
Allowing gay marriage is a good first step we have taken.
The battles and successes have forced us to awaken.
The bars of discrimination gradually begin to fade away.
And human beings are not judged just because they are gay.
To gain their rights, we have gone through great lengths.
By combining courage with incredible strength.
Forty SecondsThey say someone kills them selfForty Seconds2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every forty seconds
So less than a minute
And someone snaps I reckon
I don't blame them
I envy them you see
I wish I had the courage
To set myself free
Free from the rain
The smog and dirt
Free from the darkness
The words that hurt
I am trapped in a cage
That amplifies the pain
Seeing flashes of you
It drives me insane
They say someone kills them self
Every forty seconds or so
It has now been thirty
Ten left, goodbye it's time to go
Crisis (Day 02)Salt-kissed, wave-tossed, sun-burned, perpetual;Crisis (Day 02)1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I never expected to feel like
a boy on a sinking vessel,
trying to bail with only
bare hands and a bucket,
no empty barrels
which to cling to,
TwistsIt was us,Twists4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
or it was them.
The individuals who were five lives away,
or the both of us with arms locked.
We were something indescribable.
A giant wave of purple ink flowing over a piece of 25-lined paper.
We were something unstoppable.
A wrong choice coming from the mouth of a minor.
They had nothing to do with the story,
they were person A and person B.
Raven & Edgar,
were the ones to fall.
No one was there to pick us up.
No one even paid attention.
As LordsAs LordsAs Lords3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Standing tall, he bucks.
Now, taller still, He is Lord.
Hooves fall, hammering down dust;
His muscles ripple pure power
From his legs, his neck
And into fiery calm eyes.
A head toss, a snort;
Wide nostrils breathe powerful
Breaths, breaths that belie
Eyes of opalescent calm.
He’s Lord over you,
And as your hand smoothes his neck
He lets you realise
That He’s let you become friends;
You may both stand tall as Lords.
To the SingularityIn full view about this globe of matter:To the Singularity1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A darkened space with candlelight scattered.
Dot to dot and spin the wheel to tell an age –
It's dust that bakes to bricks that builds the stage.
See the sun and all its particle orbs
Make circuit round the dark star that absorbs.
First gaze upon their ancient spiral form –
Demoted from a distance, one fly in the swarm,
Caught – cocooned in weaving gossamer web
That spans a corner space – spatial form ebbs.
Beyond horizons that void the count of time,
Waves a state that knows no verse or rhyme.
Bleach Tastes like bleach on my tongue,Bleach 2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your words drip saccharine
Though I know it seems so wrong.
Yet we laugh and tell ourselves, "It's fine"
But this heartburn hits ever strong
After the lies wake truths devoid of shine.
Feels like oblivion as you harangue,
Your lips are brutality divine
Just as bitter as a venom love song.
Night of day dreams (day 7)Night skyNight of day dreams (day 7)12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of my day dreams
Under brilliant starscape
Through lemonade haze midsummer
Love WinsI will be the first to sayLove Wins4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That each can be an awful day
In a world of darkness and of hate
A world of fear and of doomed fate
All we have to light the way
Is one another, bright as day
To colour this, our colourless life
And slice through the fear with the sharpest knife
I can't help but think it's brighter like this
That beyond every hug, beyond every kiss
Now I'm safe to stand beside you
And with all my love, say I do
UntitledYou say I'm insaneUntitled5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I open a vein
And let the red ooze out
But I love the pain
Love to see the blood drain
As the crimson streams do spout
But don't worry dear
There's nothing to fear
I have it all under control
For while you still care
I wouldn't dare
Attempt my ultimate goal
So I'll put on a smile
Go the extra mile
To convince you that I'm okay
But under my sleeve
The cuts and scars they leave
Are blissfully hidden away
But don't you get
I'm not free yet
Of these worries and doubts of mine
But I love the buzz that I get
When I open slit
It just feels divine
But I'll tell you all I'm okay
Because it's all I know to say
To make you think I'm fine
When really I'm not
I feel the blade's all I got
And I'd like to redden it's shine
I think I may say goodbye
Take one last look at the sky
And lay down to go to sleep
But what no one will know
Until it starts to show
Is the red ocean that means I've cut too deep
Guerre de la decheanceGuerre de la decheance1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Depuis les terres sylvaines, aux bois radieux,
Les grands loups défendirent leur pays sacré.
D'honneur, face à l'ascendant qu'il avait défié,
L'alpha dégaina le sabre de ses aïeux.
De l'île jadis haute, au ciel prodigieux,
Les harpies convoitaient les cristaux enchantés.
Pour que s'élève à nouveau leur patrie damnée,
Le roi des oiseaux brandit l'épée de dieu.
Son fer s'abattit sur ce rapace chauvin,
Fidèle à la foi de protéger les siens.
Ses cheveux furent tranchés, signe de pouvoir.
Sa lame exécuta ce canidé bénin,
Mené par l'orgueil de vaincre quelques mutins.
Ses ailes se fendirent, porteurs de sa gloire.
For Pudsey99Protector and Jessica will be by her side tonightFor Pudsey995 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Understood by someone who shares the same condition
DeviantArt is the proof for her inspiration
She is sweet, charming, honest and creative
Empress of Hoperia, raising awareness for us
You my friend…are worth something to me
Wonder Woman BiopoemDianaWonder Woman Biopoem5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wonderful, brave, compassionate
Princess of the Amazons
Peace, love, equality
Curiosity, surprise, anger
War, hate, hypocrites
Saves millions of lives
A world of full equality and a world of full peace
Summer is the Hottest SeasonSchool is out, so now is your time to flirt.Summer is the Hottest Season1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To find hot gals and guys, you must stay alert.
Good thing you can hide that ridiculous blush.
Under a sunburn if someone gives you a rush.
Summer is the time to wear sun glasses
‘Cause no one can catch you staring at girl’s asses.
It’s especially hot seeing bikinis and tight clothes.
The mouth waters when you see a girl’s waist is exposed.
It could be the same when spotting a guy without his top
It’s often enough to make a girl’s heart stop.
Whether they are swimming or running, they are everywhere
It’s fun looking, but you gotta try hard not to stare.
When it’s summer, you can enjoy a lot of contact
From hands that rub sunscreen on your back
It’s a good excuse to feel the touch
From someone you may like a little too much.
Summer is also the time to play games
Not tennis or baseball, ‘cause those are lame
But basketball and soccer adds a little more rigor
Playing with balls is fun,
Spider-ManPeter Parker prima assaiSpider-Man2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
di prendere i poteri
era alto alto
perfetto per il ragno
ma che gran guaio
tenere a tutti
nascosto il nome
che la sfangava
OchtendIk voel nog evenOchtend4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
De koude ochtend rillingen
Die trappelen over mijn rug
Ik blaas nog even
Een wolkje van gezucht
Voor dat ik op zal moeten staan
Ik knipper nog even
Met mijn ogen
Om de moeheid eruit te gooien
Ik luister nog even
Naar het getchirp van de vogeltjes
Voor dat ze door het ochtendleven op straat
Deels worden weggejaagd
Één been uit bed
Dan het ander
Ik word nog even
Dan glimlach ik even
Naar de zon
Die al zachtjes door mijn raam straalt
Ik sta nog even op
En loop stil naar het raam
Ik kijk even dromerig
En dan kan de dag beginnen gaan.
A Tribute To Our LoveOn June 22, 2015, three hearts found loveA Tribute To Our Love1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forever like diamonds and stars from above
And a heart-felt tribute on that day was composed
To the love of three by which rapture hath arose
Loving each other and doing no wrong
Where hearts of Unknown, Flame, and Song
For Men Only Friend, always treat your woman right;For Men Only 5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Make sure that she's respected.
Pay her thoughtful attention
So she’ll never feel neglected.
Relationships are fragile machines;
One careless remark, misdirected,
Can blow it to bits, in the blink of an eye,
Leaving you all alone—and dejected.
No matter how smooth your game is,
The protocol’s never perfected,
Sound counsel urges (at all times)
You expect the unexpected.
Keep communications open,
Don’t let them get disconnected.
Remember, she is ALWAYS right,
And is NEVER to be corrected.
Deft application, and an agile mind,
Keeps your romance safe and protected,
And your girl won't be drawn to a point (of view)
Some other guy has—um—erected.
Breve dedica ad amanti ormai estintiCi mancherà saper amareBreve dedica ad amanti ormai estinti5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
e avremo solo da vivere.
The dragons of LondonHere were dragons in times long goneThe dragons of London1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wyrms so great they darkened the sun
Now I see dragons in London’s smoke
And on their breath the peoples choke
Their blazing blood is pumped through wires
Their substation-hearts channel the fires
Their hoards are not gold but courtroom papers
And their subjects are not kings, but beggars
Their scales are concrete, their bones are steel
They guzzle oil for a meal
Their claws are sunk in the stone foundations
Of an ancient city that rules a nation
You see their eyes in those of men
With pinstriped suits and gold-topped pens
Their lairs are towers, glass and steel
They’re slain not by swords, but by appeals
Here be dragons, they are not gone
Wyrms whose wings still darken the sun
Dragons coil through London’s smoke
And on their breath, the peoples choke
Deathly Armies~Armies of black, soon to attack.Deathly Armies~4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sticking together, just like a wolf pack.
Eyes of coal, they have no soul.
To slaughter the innocents, they pay no toll.
Swords of steal, they can no longer feel.
They have no intention to make slaves kneel.
Civilizations will fall, no screams left to call.
Nothing but death revealed under smoky pall.
Armies of black, nothing left to attack…
Only humanity do they lack.
Armies of white, beginning to fight,
They will not hide behind cover of night.
Through Mountains they drill, more blood shall spill.
As they enter society, these warriors shall kill.
Do not be mistakes, their souls have been taken.
No deaths are fakes, they will never awaken.
Armies of while, they continue to fight.
They care nothing of massacre, they work not for the light.
Armies of red, made of the undead.
Upon corpses of victims do they tread.
With plague of pestilence, upon graves they dance.
But only in combat do they keep their stance.
Triumph will the horde as their army mov
End Of SchoolThe school year has ceasedEnd Of School4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yet I haven't failed
I've suffered through the grades
But I haven't bailed
Test, essays, quizzes
Bombarding my days
Hard work and persistence
Will now finally pay
Half my peers once strangers
Now that was history
Now there's nothing more satisfying
Than a cry of victory
On the last day of class
It's finally time to party
Toast to our liberation
From the schools, we are freed
UntitledYesterdays have come and goneUntitled6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Clouds have rained and rays have shone
Watching eyes still see the skies alive and well
Joys turn blue within the mer
Oceans deep with sleepy stir
Waiting for the tide to bide its own due spell
Covers soft and cool at night
Warm the heart and part the sight
Dreams to make the trip in taken time soon tell
Happiness like seasons past
Grown to know and flowing fast
Catch the glimpse of starlit ships in fond farewell
MarionetteBegot too late to ever vie;Marionette4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Among the vultures flocked around a corpse
Thrive the fair-feathered angels far beyond -
The eye of our Sore Scrutiny.
No Godmachine had ever wrought a benign Doll
Whose pallid lips would form a benign Voice
And in whose very innards would turn benign Cogs;
Her strings too dancing her to no malice.
What puppetry could tame her so?
"Do you not lie down lifeless when alone?"
Or rather, she could be so swayed
By many more a fingertip than shown.
That porcelaineous canvas of ardour,
The bud she is will open to no spring.
Around the floor or in a morgue,
Spun lively on her heels
And disregarding that near morrow,
She stays dead altogether.
A dancer leads and the Dance follows.
Two relentless clockwork hearts beat hollow.
And many times a finger may be pulled,
By an imaginary yearning in the glass
Shaped as an eye - but glass alas.