MonsterThat bony smile across his faceMonster1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a sight to take your breath away
as time erupts and slips its pace
a noose of stars that went astray
slips down the sky to find its place.
He said he roamed too far afield
that all his pleas were spurned and shunned
the hands of god refused to yield
They only left him dazed and stunned
with fleshy wounds that never healed.
So now he haunts the fields and fens
and calls the narrow ways his home.
The secrets that no man can ken,
the buzzards bleat a wretched drone
and turn their backs on drowning men.
TnM - Reincarnation of Love Capitulo 1Marie PovTnM - Reincarnation of Love Capitulo 11 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pude sentir que algo se aproximaba, que mi respiración se aceleraba de una manera increíble algo malo iba a pasar, volteé con angustia para descubrir que Tommy estaba caído en el suelo, sentí como las lágrimas caían de mis ojos, fui directo hacia él. Lo cogí entre mis brazos apoyando su cabeza en mis piernas dobladas; traté de pronunciar palabra pero ninguna salió de mi boca, volví a tratar de decir algo está vez si pude.
- T-Tommy – hable por fin, se escuchaba casi como un susurro - ¿Q-Quien te hizo esto?
Él solo me miro por unos instantes entre triste y desolado, al verlo así no pude evitar cerrar mis ojos y llorar, pero en un instante sentí como una mano acariciaba mi mejilla de una manera suave y linda, regresé a mirarle.
- ¡Ey…! – suspiró – Sabes que no me gusta verte llorar
Me dio gracia en ese instante y solo di una carcajada
- Eso, así
Your storyWhat is it?Your story1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What makes you you?
What placed that iridescent fire into your heart?
Who placed it,
and who held it there?
Tell me your story..
and I will tell you mine.
Writers..are simply,Writers..1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Observers of Humanity.
MankindWe’re all just worthless,Mankind2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Careless type of people,
Who wants to be consumed by evil.
We could ignore the chances of being equal.
Hating is what we choose, knowing it’s lethal —
A virus is within a needle.
We pierce it into our skins, expecting some sort of sequel,
Wanting our drug to make the world peaceful,
Forgetting that the world will only be hateful.
Wars against our neighbors are frightful,
Expanding our pitiful beliefs of being fearful.
How naïve are we to be so hurtful?
Yes, just let us murder children with words but say “we’re being insightful” —
So blinded but we can still see.
We can’t develop sympathy, empathy
For the possibility
Of eventually being able to see
What cannot be seen by humanity —
Mankind is just ugly creatures,
Monsters of the past and the future with new features
That created these procedures
To hate, to rage, to fight,
Blocking the weak sight.
When will we learn
The World Within My CityThere's another world within my city,The World Within My City2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where people cry and sleep on stone,
They scavenge and beg for food and water,
But in the end they always die alone.
I think once they were just like me,
They didn't deserve to end up like this,
But now they're oppressed and I'm free,
It was taken out of their hands it wasn't their choice.
However, it was their life that was stolen,
In the blink of an eye they lost everything,
Most can hear that old, rotting bell tollin',
For now they sleep broken, and on the streets.
They rolled the dice, and got snake eyes,
We hardly feel anything towards them but pity,
As we pass them by and they silently watch,
I hope they find the world outside my city.
SanguisGrotesque have faults demanded climbSanguis1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And surpassed the need to ask their place
While windowless columns collapsed
Deluge burn second scores in trace
Meridians bisected meet
For caps have dragged responding tills
Now harvesters live by the axe
For valley walls picked clean have fills
Corralled to anarchy for scraps
The holes claim amany scavenged trail
Joyous in earnest waiting pass
To falls of broken wails
Gregariousness glued their fate
One plate atop its pillar
Glass lips all stain the path of one
Who gives to their creator
In junction of the gimbal's ring
A continuous morose
A faceless sadness unable
To show it short express
Would cliffs trip wheels on lightened hall
Have axles off their ruts
The easiness to turn their flow
Stemmed by what shall abut
A vehicle passengers pile
Evicted into sudden void
Lets clattering the turns bestill
So road has loss the long employed
Now mill pound earth flakes from its bed
The tiles jam bringing its end
As circulates the sounding bleak
Little Desert TownWelcome to our little town, in the desert deepLittle Desert Town4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where strange lights pass over us, while we all pretend to sleep
Where creeping dread and mystery is everything you feel
Where angels are like mountains - as in, they're both not real
Let's first head to Big Rico's and have a slice to eat
Or we have something else for lunch, if it doesn't contain wheat
Do you see that helicopter? If it's black, then it's okay
But if it happens to be yellow, scream and run away
Do you see that house nearby, the one that isn't there?
It once swallowed a scientist with perfect, perfect hair
Let's visit Tamika Flynn, the bravest girl in town
She once vanquished a librarian, completely on her own
You want to see the dog park? Good God, what's wrong with you?
Nobody ever leaves alive, except maybe one or two.
Our weather here's the best thing that you will ever hear
It has the finest melodies, so soothing for your ears
Let's go visit Old Josie, and her friend Erika – with K
Her cookies taste angelic, her s
I belongI am feeling love deep inside my core.I belong4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tenderness, compassion, what else could be more?
All this makes me gentle yet strong,
and believing here I rightfully belong.
The Haze Between UsFormless underneath that capeThe Haze Between Us4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All the scars I inflict
Will you look at me?
Take my hands with your blood upon
Or hold me at the nape?
So I can for one last time
Let you see me
Stains in rivulets you cleaned
I can still remember
So does the earth underneath
My nails cannot ever be pardoned
Covered another theme
They clutch at piteous pride
Slip as quick as I breathe
I plead by eye to blinded cowl
Take me back inside
Have I not been punished?
Drowned in the bone dust you cried
When our romance went afoul
And I took the part of you
From my piece of mind
Spectre of my scenery
Transparent as the rains
Yet forthcoming the travails eschew
Darling have I behaved so cruel?
To make this existence dreary
That when I smile
You can only forget you knew?
I write the testament and scribe
With those sins as ink and pen
Trying to atone this finger paint
On a canvas devoid of elegance
Make the colour grey sigh
Instead of tearily
Reflect my longing visage of late
Witness by the passing days
Can you see m
BiblioclasmPeople burn like pagesBiblioclasm5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bad memories with good.
As ash covers their faces
They do what no one should.
Like blank and blackened corners
We never had a chance.
And so we rip
This city fills with mourners
Who shrivel at a glance
While they rip
Flaming books that once were vessels
Burning with them all our pasts.
When they rip
Orange rosesThis nightOrange roses2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You were there
You left me two orange roses
Tied with a velvet twine
I miss youI miss youI miss you2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My life is like a sky
And all I can remember
Are two orange roses
Tied with a velvet twine
You're far away
I'm far away
The wind's blowing
The autumn leaves go
The birds will leave
The birds will flee
For the winter cold
Enigma? Can you solve me?EnigmaEnigma? Can you solve me?4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Broken wings fly on the cusp of no return.
Weary eyes gaze upon a tattered field.
A broken home is strung together by denial.
Peace is lost before loose lips.
Strings entangle the heart ripping it apart.
White roses are dyed by broken streams of blood.
Ancient books cloak the world with mystery.
Paradise stands before fields are ravaged by war.
Storms thundering throughout the night break.
Before dawn is cast lovers part for a grievous journey.
How to write a simple poemDove rhymes with love,How to write a simple poem1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and home rhymes with comb;
And that's really are there is to writing a poem.
Burlesque Barista Blues.My, my, we are mighty busy tonight.Burlesque Barista Blues.19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The coffee pot’s sizzlin’ and whistlin’ ‘way.
My knees are shakin’ like rattles;
Just hope I get some pay.
The tappin’ of their shoes
To the blues, blues, blues –
The tappin’, finger snappin’,
Cat callin’, thunder clappin’
Of the audience to our entertainment
Gives me the most nervous of jitters.
God are they a-howlin’
When the trumpets play their raunchy tune,
The brassy, airy, classy number
Rumblin’ out shady windows gruntin’ to the moon.
The coffee is a-spittin’
On the pipin’ hotplate.
Its spittin’, hissin’,
218 words and countingI haven’t quite grown218 words and counting5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
into myself. That’s why I
keep walking around
inside my head, getting lost
following the roots
in all these little spaces,
and wondering where
I will fit all of the trees
when they have grown whole.
Twenty years old (almost),
in the home of my brother
and my parents; I’m
jobless, licence-less, struggling
to pay the bills to
sate the debt-collector that
is the guilt in my
I think, ‘I should be more than
this’- I should be more
than a collection of so-
decisions that I made, made
because I was scared,
pulled together to cover
bare bones of my love
and of my regret. I’m just
the atheist boy
who talks to Jesus in her
head, or the almost-
dancer girl who pulls on his
costume day by day,
and thinks, ‘some days my body
feels too tight, and that
is why I keep getting trapped
inside my head, keep
getting stuck between the roots
that are tangled with
no spaces.’ Sometimes
How is it that a loss which was the baneHow is it that a loss which was the baneHow is it that a loss which was the bane18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
of life, and made you limp, becomes your cane?
Your sorrow, pampered like a pet! You deign
To honor something low and mean, you feign
Dislike but stroke it daily. See, its gain
Grows faster now, for when you sleep, you’ve lain
In hollow hours, mopping tears, its mane
Draped by your side. You like familiar pain.
Yet I would send you storm clouds, heavy rain,
To roust and drown this pet, to make you sane
Again, for life is never lived in vain.
If life will grow, of course a life will wane.
So when a heavy loss becomes the bane
Then honor high and bright and love and gain.
Happy National Cat Day!Everyone thinks dogs areHappy National Cat Day!18 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Man's best friend because
few pay attention to
The other creature with paws
The one that gives trouble
And in the darkness lurks
Yet is still cute and fuzzy
And only to us do they purr
They slink about the house
With out a single fuss
But they will comfort you
In they absolutely must
They may not make
Much noise or mess
But they are well known
For their videos on the Internet
People may say
That they're not good as dogs
But remember that the Egyptians did
Worshiped them as Gods!
Know you know that cats
Aren't made of stone
Do yourself a favour
And got one of your own!
020. My InspirationMy mind is the Atlantic020. My Inspiration2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where a thousand rivers merge--
A thousand trains of thought
That powerfully do surge
Into a stormy ocean
Whose depths are still unknown,
Where wild imaginings are reaped
From inspirations that are sown.
The waters of the Ionian
Bring me legends of an age
When gods and men contested
And glorious wars did often rage.
The sullied waters of the Thames
Sigh unhappily of its past--
Of a London and its people
Who were far too proud to last.
The rivers of the New World
Narrate to a melancholy tune,
Singing blithely of their victories
And of lives lost all too soon.
My mind is the Atlantic--
Chaotic, brimming full
Of creatures that would mystify
And tales that never dull.
BrokenEverything breaks once and a whileBroken2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Its then thrown away into a large pile
Nobody to stop it, no one to fix
Might as well burn it wile the fire is lit
But what if that something was precious to you
What if you used to stick to you like some glue
Would you throw it away like nothing but trash
Let it just go away, turn memories from ash
Or would you try and fix what has gone wrong
if it has gone weak, you try and make it strong
Even if it cost such an impecable fee
Well what if that broken thing where me
Comme un oasisComme un oasisComme un oasis4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Comme un oasis au cœur d'un désert ardent,
J'ai trouvé, au cœur des ouragans déchaînés,
Un lieu bénit où règne le calme er la paix,
Au point d'en oublier les vents et leurs tourments.
Comme un oasis au cœur d'un désert ardent,
Ce lieu, dans sa grâce, m'offre son délicieux repos,
Car je suis loin des tourments et des terribles maux;
Un coin de paradis, dans l'enfer terrassant.
Comme un oasis au cœur d'un désert ardent,
Ici, le firmament scintille comme un diamant,
Sa beauté et son calme me sont dévoilés.
C'est un oasis au cœur d'un désert ardent,
Ce vaisseau, l'Astralabe, que commande fièrement
Une bordelaise faite de saphir étoilé.
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ChokingMy tendrils will choke the life out of you.Choking5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want to stop, I really want to.
Will it always end in fail?
I’m trying, but to no avail.
This fills me with much distress, remorse.
I need to dig down and find the source.
I will continue striving for the best
and end this state of unrest.
One In a Thousand, A Thousand In OneDry paint peels off the wallOne In a Thousand, A Thousand In One5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As the clock ticks to zero
I wander down a dark hall
Feeling like anything but a hero
But there’s no time for that
The choice has been made
So I don the cold hat
And I draw my dead blade
No damsel in distress awaits
Nor cheering crowd adores
Plenty of fear to abate
A monster I can’t ignore
With fangs dripping in hate
And claws of past love
The creature’s true fate
Fits like a glove
Hard steel rips it in two
Rivers of dying red blood
Forms a dreadful glue
As life ends in a flood
I catch my last breath
And I hold it for you
We’re safe now from death
And for adventures new