I LiftI Lift3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written by ChristheZorua
I have been asked
“Can I lift?”
Then I answer
I cause a rift.
Maybe I do
Maybe I lift
But no one knows
I make it swift
Asrai, I am
For my tribe
I feel the motion
I feel the vibe
My powers activate
My face; it glows
I honor my father
The way no one knows
The object is sent
In a dizzy spiral
The motion was so good
It was caught and made viral
Do I lift?
Yes, I do.
But what else I know
Is that you can too.
NaPoWriMo 2015 #20 - A Spoonful of SugarI wrote you a sonnet in a teacup,NaPoWriMo 2015 #20 - A Spoonful of Sugar5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cascading down its sheer China sides.
Left a couplet pooling in the bottom,
Coiled, waiting for you to find.
That day I noticed how slowly you drank,
Watching the soft sip of your soft lips
reveal the softness of my words.
As they caressed themselves down your throat.
I wondered if you could taste them,
Dissolving themselves on the tip of your tongue,
If after you would recite the lines back to me,
But the slurred stanzas proved too long;
You devoured every drop of that delicious drink,
That I'd laced with a love poem in poisonous ink.
old Mule needs a walkuneasy eveningold Mule needs a walk4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
slow time is a blight
dark urges growing
and pleasures are slight
get in your endo
and quickly take flight
out there in the night
eldritch lantern casts
scenes of dark delight
watch out where you go
and don't get a fright
bumping in the night
or just stay in bed
wait for morning light
tomorrow will come
and all will be right
YouSweet girl,You4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The ocean in your eyes.
The forest in your name.
The thunder in your heart.
The wind through my hair.
The sun on my skin.
The soft earth beneath my feet.
Feel the same rain as I.
See the same stars as I.
Sleep under the same moon as I.
You have, are, and will always be
SightlessI close my eyes,Sightless2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There is only darkness.
My hearing lies,
None but ringing sharpness.
Gooseflesh warns of a chill.
My chest tightens,
Pungent odors bastille.
Taste of salt,
Lingers brief on my tounge.
Sand causes halt,
Leaving my senses hung.
My memory fails,
I don't recall a beach.
No fishy scales,
Are sences out of reach?
My eyes open,
Sight is not returning.
Leaves me broken,
My heart is left yearning.
91. Answers (NaPoWriMo2015)Answers—91. Answers (NaPoWriMo2015)5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
questioning, demanding, asking;
confused, unaware ... enlightenment
Sleeping PillSleeping Pill2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just one pill once a day.
Knock me out and sleep away.
Sometimes two pills are needed.
After a day of ignorance repeated.
I need the help for when I lay.
It helps me to forget my day.
Without it I never sleep.
Up all night counting sheep.
Only the pill helps my wandering mind.
To calm me down and get me out of life’s bind.
One little pill to rule them all.
And the bed below me to catch my fall.
AbyssI float into the roomAbyss4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and face almighty god
and as he says my name
I verify and nod
How goes it? He then asks
I don't know what to say
it's always boring here
the same each every day
The afterlife I've learned,
unlike what I was told
is empty and mundane
and I am very bored
I list all my complaints
but he puts up his hand
he tells me not to worry
this isn't the Promised Land
It takes a little time
to send my soul on back
he's all backlogged by now
and time, this god does lack
It takes him twenty years
connecting high and low
so in nine years from now
it'll be my turn to go
I'm sent out of the room
to float in the abyss
I have nine years of nothing
that I would love to miss.
Pegasus BridgeWhen finally the din of battle dies awayPegasus Bridge3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all the dust has settled, so we catch
Our breath. No night will swallow up the day
This time. In arms we met our very match,
Their dire attack had gashed our fighting ranks,
And both of us could neither stop nor move,
So great the force of infantry and tanks.
Amidst the fire and smoke we greatly strove.
It was our boys who put them to retreat,
Who came at last, long last, and none too soon.
Tomorrow may bring days of sad defeat,
But not this weary, hard-fought afternoon.
Until the battles or our lives are done,
No man will fight alone, for we are one.
I Just Wanted A BrownieDelicious brownie,I Just Wanted A Brownie5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Time to devour you,
As my mouth moistens,
Saliva appearing to drip from between my lips,
I slowly bite into you,
Savoring the first taste,
And by the time I realize,
It's too late,
My brownie has been spiked,
And now I'm going on a ride,
Down a path,
Filled with laughter,
SpringВетер рвёт потоки были;Spring5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Вспомнить бы, что все забыли!
Из глубин душевной скуки
Нечто просится на руки,
Нечто дыбится, как море,
Волны опрокинут вскоре!..
Ах, рвануть долой ру
UntitledChemical manipulationUntitled1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
for the sake of procreation.
that's so hard to resist.
Slowly it ingratiates,
convincing you it satiates,
when really it just simulates
your reason to exist.
NumbersThe chances of a plane crashingNumbers5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
are about 1 in 1.2 billion.
The chances of it being yours
are roughly 1 in 4 million.
But when it happens, a good 75%
of the passengers will survive.
Though maybe 15% will wish
they didn't stay alive.
40% of Americans will graduate college.
69% of them will be in debt.
48% will go back to their parents.
and 61% of them will live with regret.
60% of married women cheat,
with another 10% of men.
Yet, of all the people that are married
80% would do it again.
Suicide by gun, unfortunate as it sounds
takes up 55% of gun deaths.
Even dedicated treatment for depression
couldn't save 15% of the rest.
Believe me when I say that
I'm not being fatalistic.
I just really hope to avoid
becoming one of your statistics.
When I Get to be a WriterWhen I get to be a writerWhen I Get to be a Writer5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One with talent and with skill
Stories will flow from my pen,
like words from my mouth
My poems, so strong they could
bring a mighty king to his knees
So gentle they could
soften a killers heart
My words so sorrowful they could
break a heart of stone
So witty they could
make a prisoner laugh
When I get to be a writer
my name shall be renown
The one who changed the world
with words that thoughts have shown
When I DieWhen I finally go home to be with my Heavenly FatherWhen I Die1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Leave my old frame beneath a garden of flowers
So my once lively body can become beautiful again
And that through them I may still proclaim the Gospel
To all of those who have yet to meet their Almighty Maker
PerfectI want to be the perfect girlPerfect10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The kind of girl who deserves the world
The type of girl boys die to date -
Perfect to me isn't perfect to you,
And perfect to you isn't perfect to me.
I want to be strong, smart, and true,
What is it that you would like me to be?
You want me to be rail-thin?
You want me to act dumb?
A perfect girl shows lots of skin?
Perfect girls are never strong?
So maybe I don't want to be perfect.
Perhaps perfection's overrated.
I think I'm glad to be a defect,
Because perfection is outdated.
I am strong, and I am smart.
I don't show much skin, but I do show heart.
I don't care any more what you want me to do,
And I don't care any more what you want me to be.
Because perfect to me isn't perfect to you,
april 23rd - when did happiness become a feeling?when did the sun suddenly begin to shine?april 23rd - when did happiness become a feeling?10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
hasn't it been cloudy forever?
since when have birds preferred to sing,
rather than squawking angrily at each other?
never, never ever have colors been this vibrant.
never has the light been so lovely.
i always thought that the darkness was cruel,
but now it just feels warm and sunny.
since when did yellow, orange, and red
become colors on the color wheel?
since when did a mouth know how to smile,
how can lips even know how we feel?
how is it that the nightmares are gone,
why does real life feel like dreaming?
since when did the darkness turn to light,
and when did happiness become a feeling?
Leather BindingGone and carry wayLeather Binding4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Past the opening
Of the Saturn star network elliptical
Leather bound to break
In the colder clime
If I allow my pieces out to fall
Belts of river child
Dancing quiet see
An orbit radical I am set out
Rags in wind set wild
Bag upon my back
Minimalistic ideas set throughout
Astral auras grasp
And I do relent
Have my body broken nebulous outward
Possessed to the rasp
Polished over time
Chasing star streams as I once had yearned
InnocenceRobins nest and skyInnocence5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blend in the eyes of a child
Awashed from the sea.
The Monsters of the WriterI daren't speak a single word,The Monsters of the Writer4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Was that a voice that I just heard?
From underneath my favorite bed?
In the closet, or in my head?
My eyes are dry,
I daren't cry,
They're waiting with silent glee,
Whatever could they possibly want with me?
Taunting me as I try to sleep,
The voices do quickly crawl and creep,
I stuff my fingers in my ears,
Poor poet doesn't like what she hears.
So many rhymes,
Every single night,
And in the middle of the day,
Maybe I won't rhyme just this once...
(But surely that'll make me look like a dunce...?)
I like rhyming so very much,
And I THINK I have a writers touch,
So why are the rhymes such a pain,
And why do they make me go insane?
Dreaming awakeDreaming awakeDreaming awake5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Look up there, above in the sky!
It may seem too big to fly,
but it's just a dragon in a joyride.
Don't worry, there's no reason to hide,
actually, is a friend of mine.
He enjoys flying so high,
but he'd like to come and say hi.
Dragons are strong and powerful,
despite that, they can be wonderful.
Open your mind, enter a world of magic,
seeing a dragon is not a tragic.
I'm in my own world, I'm dreaming awake.
I love it, whatever I want can be made.
It can be the home of the monster that makes the ground shake,
but I prefer it to be a peaceful place.
I dedicate these rhymes
to creatures who lived since the ancient times.
People says they are evil and awful,
but they can be majestic and beautiful.
I'm talking about dragons, who else could it be?
They aren't as bad as you think, you see?
They fly and breathe fire,
meeting one: my greatest desire.
Thanks to many tales we think they are demoniac,
but for them we are worse, isn't that ironic?
The unknown is people's big
NaPoWriMo 2015 #23 - You Are Not BrokenYou are blood crusted fingernails on shaking hands,NaPoWriMo 2015 #23 - You Are Not Broken2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You are melting mascara on twitching eyes,
You are a head that used to know it could nod,
A mouth that used to know it could speak,
A brain that used to know its own mind,
You were a human.
I can hold onto that as long you want me to,
But I will not watch you deteriorate,
I will not watch you become the pieces of a person;
You whole is worth more than the sum of these parts,
You whole was one of the best people I knew.
And you will be whole again,
No matter how many times the shards you’ve become,
Cut into the fingers trying to fix you.
Avia's SongI float on the breath of a lost, lone cloudAvia's Song5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The wind carries me as the new storm shrouds
The faraway and distant land
And fog glides through my outstretched hand.
And the quiet rush of a northbound breeze,
Echoes, whispers, through the trees
The soft, pale gaze of the great full moon
Watches ravens as they croon.
The stars all sing in a melodic choir
The silent voices ever lilting higher
The air’s embrace is quite serene
Under the heavens' watchful gleam.