This Poem is Extremely LongThis is the introThis Poem is Extremely Long3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So read this first
I hope it will quench
Your poetry thirst
Let me point this out
First of all
We are artists
So stand up tall
This is the part
Where the poem begins
But this is just the start
You should see how it ends
In a world filled
With fame and mediocrity
We are the true stars
With talent and creativity
Unlike those celebrities
They think they’re big and boss
But we all know they’re bumpkins
Nothing more than social floss
You call this shit art?
Miley Cyrus shaking her ass
I don’t think it’s classified as talent
It sure as hell doesn’t have class
How about its impact
On today’s generation?
You getting bored of this poem?
Then I’ll switch to personification
What the fluff
Does a wrecking ball symbolise?
Does it dangle over our heads and fall
Before we look up and realise
And gasp in shock and surprise
That this 99999 pound ball
Of useless information
Is about to crush our noggins
And we’re supposed to show fascinat
Empty NestSilent as the bird-less treeEmpty Nest5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Branches borne their capsid fawn
A wind take them
Blanket for the generation
To be set so unprepared upon
Shawls to face the blizzard's hem
With the quiet of the winged free
Holy by a timeless just
The valour pressed between the stones
And shattered fair
Changed without a pause
Of growing flesh and bones
Extend a now poorly fitted wear
Like down to the winter lust
Fabric in a feathered leaf
Multiplied by coming days
When helicopters still their beats
And eagle eyes denote a nest
Sew a tuque every which way
A breathing wool as soft as bleats
From cooing babes new to the reef
Crossbar hold the sway of dark
Ground take precedence
Cradled on the crook of tune
Heard through the sheets of paper greens
Spawning germs have time to sense
A wind and how to open wound
The myriad will leave its mark
Elements beneath the trunk
Variety hath wormed to front
But strive the will not
To imprint what is now for always
A striding race still has the jaunt
From icicles to bliste
*Choral Practice*Stirring rendition in wind*Choral Practice*6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Harmonized voices sing
Choral practice taking place
Choir achieved state of grace.
Voices soar and surround
No constraints they're not bound
Perfectly magical healing power
Musical reflection, melodious hour.
Pain.Is it odd that the title judges the piece?Pain.2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With one simple word, a whole piece can be destroyed.
With one simple meaning, a piece can be praised.
What about those that are hiding millions of meanings?
Are they worshipped and held highly?
Or just thrown aside as a headache?
What is truly the meaning of a title?
To summarize the content?
What the dictionary says it is?
Or another part of the piece?
Why is it there?
What is its meaning?
Is this going to be another We are all sick?
Or does it have no significance?
To answer all these questions though..
We will need to look at my mind.
We will have to find out who I am.
What I live for.
Who I live for..
Or I can just say what the meaning of this poem is.
But where is the fun in that?
Neglected. Final Warning.Wow, you stand there.Neglected. Final Warning.1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Expectant and powerful.
Waiting for me to fall to my knees and kiss your feet.
But I am not.
I am not going to be neglected kissing your palm, while you barely glance at mine!
No! I shall not become your debt collector.
Garden SlakedSkirted crux still tyrant loomGarden Slaked6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A wash to cleanse the earthen peat
Cling deadened neat as twining doom
Dancing rose in gallows hang
A fealty prayed with whispering
And sing come severed tolling rang
Rocky shoal conspired to dale
A task impartial of its bars
To let its mars cascade to pale
Fingers in a holding stance
The text invite a deceased mind
To share the kind of dying chance
Dress in sequence has no threads
And blended ties sway with the lines
As does the fine and roughened bled
Sombre on the bruising cheeks
Flush see its waters cast away
To ending day the noose will seek
A flower floating on a tide
Have weakness for its will to leave
Believe it made its choice to die
Crown gone weightless burden passed
And rule and regulations give
The ceaseless last to let one live
Wounds unhealed fresh as eyes
See existence for all its bears
And share the moment left behind
Outside on the cusp still one
Impacted in a shifting cloth
End willing done to send one off
Arms fallen in flesh of age
Love will writehiding in the shadowsLove will write4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
intently out of view
near enough to watch
me and you
to capture conversation
perfectly by design
requiring a mere heartbeat
the smallest pause or look
with swift pounce upon the moment
Love will write its book
DarknessDeranged paranoia comesDarkness21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Attacking my inner soul
Restless false sleep is
Kindred to gloom
Never to wake from the
Enemy that hides in the night
Stealthily waiting for a
Silence and a bleak unawareness
FlameFeel the heat of the fire burning at your feet.Flame3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Taste the smoke that comes from up underneath.
New life breathed into the kiln of defeat.
Temptations and desire, no longer to beat.
Hate, love, hope, and broken souls all go up in flames.
Never again will the world be the same.
Reanimated hearts reach out to break chains.
New blood, flowing embers incenerate shame.
To destroy is to create.
Shattered dreams are lost fate.
Bones shed their skin before it's too late.
Destiny waits for the flame to retake.
#2: LoveTo love you like the Moon loves the Earth,#2: Love4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Together through Hell, those places of hurt,
And to give my life away in a daze.
To live for Your love, wild fire that burns,
'Til the end of days when the clock stops its turns,
And eternity within my sight I gaze.
This love of mine, a dusty haze,
This love of Yours with mine it stays.
Bands of MeltOld frosts delving through their spansBands of Melt1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Remnants lay collecting bands
Have no cause
But causeless not
For none have been that way
Quasi leisurely companions
Piles of fleshless reparations
Well in debt
But far from debt
As one will loan until deranged
Zealous binds gain paltry changing
Long endure no sign of ranging
Differ so small
But small is great
When seen by other side of act
Under balms made sleep deprived
By the tendrils once alive
But roundless cause
Circle a path replaced the thick
Promise like a fondest light
From some smallest lasting fight
In tideless break
Has lost under a nightly sky
[WIP] SunsetInto the streams of evermore[WIP] Sunset1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The angels wept and cried,
For all the day’s sweet innocence
Had withered and had died.
I stood upon a growling rock
Amidst a rabid sea,
And looked into the shutting eye
That glared right back at me.
And as I stared into the eye,
This savage setting sun,
I could not help but shed a tear
To see its life was done.
MH - A Look to the SoulThere once was a feisty redheadMH - A Look to the Soul2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who looked to the future with dread.
Then a magical cat
In front of her sat
And said “Why not a contract instead?”
Now as a magi she fights
And kills witches, full of delight.
She earned money to spend,
Got a girlfriend,
It seems everything’s going just right.
Walking the NotesHum first in rebounding holdWalking the Notes4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Gullet of the forest chord
Twain has stepped onto the road
Whichever first propel aboard
Straight as murk beneath the soup
A feast denied a pleasant scene
But those that wish to risk their health
Are stronger for the weight the ween
Appetize a joining cleft
Treble to the foggy breach
Cloud has given voice with words
Instead of those whose meanings leech
Vibrado sound out through the rests
While savouring give time to taste
Of every unknown piece of note
Come out in shadow with all haste
Soft as silken blinds withstand
An invitation of the eye
For out between the separate
Comes music in the absent light
Haberdasher of the line
Between the known and wanting mind
To watch with awful silence glide
The feet that set the path behind
Resolve to make one understand
Along a way of fog and fear
To undertake the explorer
Inside let guide with growing clear
Symphony of self and one
Let partake each piece composed
By that which brightens in the day
When all one's emotio
Viking War ChantViking War Chant5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Longships crash on unknown shore!
Hear the thunder’s mighty roar!
Feel the sting of ice and snow!
Raid at will where’er we go!
Axes clash and longswords swing!
Hear the war-horn’s mighty ring!
Storm the rampart, beach the walls!
If death be yours, Valhalla calls!
With friends around and foes before,
Soak the earth with blood and gore!
Sound the charge and shout the cry:
HOW MANY OF THEM CAN WE MAKE DIE?
Best Friend SonnetWe started out small in the beginningBest Friend Sonnet1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We barely knew the other existed
But just a simple "Hi" we made a thing
A thing where we BFF'S are listed
I feel like we are closer than sisters
Some may even call us like conjoined
No one can break us, not even misters
When it comes to best friends we are who wins
We are not afraid to laugh out so loud
Even with so many people around
I can't say our moms would be proud
By the weird and crazy many sounds
With the artistic talent that we share
And our too wild personalities
Our friendship will go on without a care
Our personalities are benalities
From New Jersey to California
You are always my true best friend, Hannah.
My FoundationThis could be a song about paradiseMy Foundation2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or an ordinary life
A little ditty I could read on Thursday
With an accordion for spice.
But I can’t imagine singing it
Without your love in tow
You are the proscenium
From which I stage my show.
I speak of strange illusions
And simple matters in complex times
I project the grand and glorious
You correct the rhymes.
I might fly a herd of chartreuse elephants
Across the Milky Way
But in fact, it’s only possible
Because you say “okay.”
© 2014 Mark Pearce
Devil DragonDevil dragon, breath of thunderDevil Dragon20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The land beneath, torn asunder
Its Eye a void, a soul devoid
The drake's irate, death it creates
Devil dragon, drawing yet nigh
Our mortal souls all fear the Eye
Its flight ends, so it descends
We pray, but ruin impends
Devil dragon, our time now ends
Sheer calamity it portends
Merciless, fearless, soulless
Razing the land in wholeness
The Ravager is here.
fergusonA black day in the hearts of americans,ferguson2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
more lives will be taken
could this be the start of a true race war, lets hope not
but i don't deny i applaud those actions taken in anger
just keep it between the fighters and not between the innocents,
DecisionsMidnight struck, Fredrick was awakeDecisions3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eyes struggling to close, stomach feeling an ache
Fredrick rose from his silk sheets
Wandering into the kitchen, his goal was to be discreet
His wife was a light sleeper, lying nearby
To awaken her, Fredrick would be forced to lie
The light of the fridge was that of heaven
The cake within it was scented with lemon
“Eat me, Fredrick. My flavors are mesmerizing.”
Defying his iced friend seemed challenging
Fredrick was stuck with no direction to go
The cake spoke, “Believe me Fredrick, she will never know.”
Poem 'bout nature 'n' stuff[From 2011, an old short poem about nature stuff.]Poem 'bout nature 'n' stuff4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hearken to the sound, the forest’s song.
The notes are short, yet echo long.
Smell the blue sea, the salty brine.
This soothing odor so divine.
Feel the breeze as it soothes your soul.
The wind about these hills does roll.
Taste in the air the warmth of the sun.
When winter comes, it is undone.
The Other WorldThere is another world,The Other World4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mysterious of all.
And even though I'm not there,
I can hear it call.
Right now it calls Adventure.
Right now it calls for me.
I would love to go to this mysterious world,
Adventurous and free.
"But where is it?" I always ponder.
"Where could this world be?"
"Is it somewhere far from home?"
"Or somewhere near thee?"
The world can here my questions,
And answers "I'm closer than it seems."
"Just close your eyes and exit this world,"
"To enter The World Of Dreams."
I do what I am told,
To see if I can go.
"What will await me?" I question myself.
Well soon, I will know...
The WriterThe hero defeats his foesThe Writer3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trekking the land that no one knows
From thought to paper
The villain destroys
The hero he toys
From thought to paper
The beast has invaded the castle
A war between planets is a hassle
From thought to paper
The princess of heaven marries
A man wanders into a world of fairies
From thought to paper
I know that you doubt these to being true
I do not wish to fib and bother you
All is true if your mind is free
I am a writer whose imagination is a bottomless sea
Candle FetishBurn through out the night,Candle Fetish4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Flicker flame just right,
You're not too bright,
But your shine is so nice,
Your aroma fills the room,
You erase the gloom,
That I felt before I lit you,
After you melt,
I'll never forget your,
Candle holds a candle to you,
Is that candleception?
Never mind my transgression,
I just want you to keep burning,
Let the wax ignite my yearning,
You are the candle,
That gives me this elation.