The kingdomMy land stretches valleys aheadThe kingdom5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And dies at the bottom of seven mountains
Beware of the wolves; guardians of the riverbed
The black army stands with thunder in their hands
Pride blasts under the great steady hooves
Fearless hearts, warriors of our homelands
Our bread is mud, amber and row silver
And with every raindrop, falls a young star
Grows in all the palm trees, in every man's liver
Mother RoseMy tears drip down upon your fallen head,Mother Rose1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My mind travels back to things you once said,
How you loved me, and lived for me, and would never leave,
And how much pain I’ve caused you, and how much grief,
Your once youthful complexion fades now to white,
As grievous evening fades to restless night,
The leaves do rustle and Beowolves do howl,
But there’s no way that I’m going to leave your side now,
A mother, a sister, a guardian, a friend,
On your grave these words are penned,
Above them is depicted a burning rose,
To commemorate your beauty, I suppose,
A ghost of you rises to my presence in the dark,
A white will-o-the-wisp, your cloak like a spark,
You smile sadly, an attempt at apology,
But you have no idea the nightmares that torment me,
Petals brush my face like your fingers once did,
Wiping away tears I thought that I hid,
You tell me to leave, that it’s dangerous here,
I reply that for you I would face any fear,
I know I am
To prove the pastI wonder if I really am the guyTo prove the past5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I tell you of, for I can never know
if everything that's in my memory
(the laughter, joy, the pain from long ago)
Did truly happen as I think it did.
One cannot prove the past for one may say
that all the things inside our universe
just came into existence yesterday.
It got me thinking - how can I be sure
she really did the things I can't forget?
Was I at fault to blame her? Darn, I fear
I should've just been quiet, but instead
I told you all that I believed was true:
her staying silent when there was a need
for explanations or a brief goodbye.
But nothing came. A shame it was, indeed.
A shame and nothing short of bitter truth
or so I thought, and thus I opened up.
You came to know her through the eyes of mine
and promised if you met you'd beat her up.
But now I'm asking you to just forget
I ever mentioned her - please, block her out.
For I'm no longer sure that she was real.
Oh, I'm not even sure what's not to doubt.
SpurenIch schreibe, während in den RäumenSpuren3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Geschichten und Gedichte träumen.
Es ist oft traurig, sie zu lesen,
doch ist es so um mich gewesen.
Sie kennen mich, so gut wie ich
mich selbst nicht besser, innerlich.
Denn Einsamkeit ist schwarzes Gift.
Sie dient als Tinte meiner Schrift.
The Collected History of the Ghazel in LandaysWhen the darkness swallows the first songThe Collected History of the Ghazel in Landays6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fight and flight feel the same, heavy weight on broken bones
Cold ghost of Michael howls in the deep
Sword on the wall, eyes closed and dripping, he should have come
He lit the way, he lit the way home
Golden Dawn, he is the star that outran the abyss
The smell of plants with no name, blooming,
Should bury even the sharpest edges of the grave
The stars are new, the purple night brings
Curious shimmering nymphs with their secrets of war
With grief comes fear and with fear comes war
There is no bag of bones that will calm the raging sea
The temples crumble and they sing out
For the shattered wings left on the shore, nowhere to fly
We were never alone in the black
And we are not alone now, Ipamis is stirring
We could have never seen the Six
But now they unfold in our nightmares, curled at the door
Can you feel it, the cold daemon breath
Harkening insanity pulled from your very bones
Despair does not hide in the shadows
It licks your skin clean wit
Esprits inseparablesD'un aller sans retour, secrète traversée,Esprits inseparables5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
La Porteuse et le sorcier se rencontrèrent
Et voyagèrent en toute contrariété.
Auprès d'un protecteur et entêté compère,
Elle découvrit, face au sang et à la glace,
Une première vision mortifère.
Sous un firmament étoilé et perspicace,
Il avoua leur involontaire destin.
Ils rêvèrent aux excursions sans menace.
Depuis, la Porteuse était épiée par la fin.
Leurs vies se séparaient, entre sang et rafale,
Lorsqu'un étrange automne hivernal survint.
La cité devenue son asile glacial,
Il veillait sa relique mais y renonçait
Après maints raisonnements et coups de métal.
Dans une dernière lutte vers la paix,
Le sorcier protégea l'Esprit, par sang et trêve,
Pour rejoindre la Porteuse qu'il chérissait.
Ainsi finit leur périple en terres de rêve.
Freeway to SpaceOn the shores of space the entrance beganFreeway to Space3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the on ramp of galaxies freeways
One of which starts here on earthly plains span,
Like a road map to Andromeda's way
M31's group awaiting our stop
ShynessOh, they're kind of cuteShyness3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wait... What's this?
I think I've gone mute
This certainly isn't bliss
It feels kind of... Awkward
I think I know why
It's okay, I don't need a doctor
I'm probably just shy
Pass AlongSure as numbers count and sumPass Along5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Days to pass and time to be
Left behind as more it grow
Seeds inspired setting free
Clouds from oceans rise above
Rains to cut the heat of stars
Faraway as butterflies
Careless of the where they are
Stones to soften as they lay
Breath be taken from the air
Storms to shake the world to ash
And waters shapeless become clear
Sure as letters write their space
Blank be taken by alone
A thing we think of as the now
Soon be taken in the flow
Sleep a voyage for the mind
Lead a unique realm of light
Shone upon ideas and dreams
That go when we forget our sight
Resting creatures come to wake
Ends of travel make new ways
Those who started pass along
Sure that nothing ever stays
ExhaustedI'm exhausted.Exhausted5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Can't they tell?
My eyes are dull,
do I really look well?
I dropped subtle hints,
But no one paid heed,
To them I'm non-existent,
me and my kind deeds.
I do so much for them,
More than you'd know,
It fills me with hatred-
But I don't let it show.
Those ungrateful slobs,
They'll get what they want,
For ever and ever,
And still smugly taunt.
I realize it's silly,
These mad thoughts of mine,
So I've decided no brooding,
I'll say I'm just fine.
It'll be over with soon,
At least that's my hope,
I'll just power right through it,
There's no time to mope.
Breathing Under WaterI was in the finest form of suffocation,Breathing Under Water2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Left alone to suffer in my sunken foundation.
I wore a fixed façade with a permanent smile,
Eyes blackened, so you wouldn’t have to see me cry for a while.
I walk upon the sands of the bottom of the sea,
Balancing the pressure perfectly is the key.
I struggled as my heels dug into the ground,
Screaming without a wave of sound.
You’ve seen me above the surface, so lively and well.
But, why can’t you see me in this watery hell?
Is it that I’ve forbidden myself to reveal what is true?
Maybe, just maybe you always knew.
First Her, Then MeFirst she loved me, then she left me,First Her, Then Me1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But that's all okay.
It's just that I don't know
What she's doing now.
First I hated her, then I forgave her,
But that's all okay.
It's just that I don't know
What I'm doing now.
A Surreal SequenceAlone on a usually busy streetA Surreal Sequence7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A silent gait echoes on still gray bricks
Behind the translucence of the polished sheen
Glows a chandelier shop wide asleep
2015 Grads2015 Grads2015 Grads5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Congratulations to the class of 2015
Hope the majority of you go on to happy lives
Spring sees a new you
A life to enjoy
Waking up to dew
Sleeping to the rain
Filling the church pew
Maybe Sunday's off
If I pray for you
Know I will do more
If you need more done
So work at the store
Get through your college
Rich, middle class, poor
Degrees I don't force
I open my door
Too everyone here
Go rest on the shore
Learn to enjoy peace
Cause it isn't sure
To all of the pure
In an evil world
I wish good luck
Enjoy some homestuck
Good luck to you all
FigureSacrificed Sundays aren't seldomFigure6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Though I'm no sick sinner spending time in the kingdom.
They say you're the champ
Until you get beaten.
Your games as the sham
Stomped up, not sweetened.
Only look up because the figure's on the shelf.
If they didn't place you so high that support structure could get pelt.
You can fix the air conditioner but never fix the air.
So why don't you tell me who really plays fair?
Without My LoveWithout My Love14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without My Love
by Tricia Pattinson
In the stealing of my heart
You left loose threads
Frayable fragile ends
Searching amongst sharp pretense
To wrap themselves once again
Around my most precious sense
Love to hold close life's rhythms
To move by mine own pulse
Against the hallow beat of none
In darkness live without my love
Tomoe GozenShe sits alone in darkness,Tomoe Gozen1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her face awash with tears;
Not from worry or misgivings.
Her heart endures no fears.
This night is the eve of battle.
She will command the host.
By unanimous acclamation,
She took her fallen husband's post.
Her army will engulf the foe
Like a cruel, relentless flood.
The sacred earth will run dark red
With her adversaries’ blood.
Still, quietly, she sits and weeps
Though victory's doubt is nil.
It's a woman warrior's lot to mourn
The men she's going to kill.
The world's aheadI feel the sun shining on my faceThe world's ahead2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like rays of melted gold
I'm carrying my blue backpack
Slightly going into the real world
Step by step
Leaving home behind.
Do You Like String Beans and Ham?Do You Like String Beans and Ham?Do You Like String Beans and Ham?5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I once knew a lad who was lean and
He lived off some string beans and cold ham.
It seldom was clear
What he had to fear,
Besides farts propelling him off land
The Equestrian TiniesA is for Allie Way, brained with a pin,The Equestrian Tinies1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
B is for Braeburn, who peeled off his skin,
C is for Coco; sewn up with her thread,
D is for Ditzy, who misplaced her head,
E is for Eiffel, who fell from a tower,
F is for Fleetfoot, who drowned in a shower,
G is for Greenhooves; done in by a mole,
H is for Harshwhinny; run through with a pole.
I is for Icy, who melted in rain,
J is for Jet Set; run down by a train,
K is for Karat; by laser he died,
L is for Lightning, who was struck and fried,
M is for Minutte; her teeth all knocked out,
N is for Noteworthy; who fought with a lout,
O is for Octavia; poisoned by wine,
P is for Peachbottom; eaten by swine.
Q is for Q. T., who sank in the mud,
R is for Redheart, who lost all her blood,
S is for Suri, whose clothes were too tight,
T is for Trixie, who blazed through the night,
U is for Upper Crust; killed by a hearse,
V is for Vinyl, whose music grew worse,
W is for Wetzel, whose cart overturned,
X is for Xylophone, who sadly was burned,
Y is for Y
Sonnet for SisterWe drink americanos iced and talkSonnet for Sister11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Irreverence, our laughter bubbling up
And turning heads. Your thin-hipped ripped jeans walk
Us to adventures new. Another cup?
Your stethoscope wires strangely 'round your clean
White collar, weird to know you cut through bone
And skin. Remember Blue Boy sleeping in
Between us, freezing so you gave your own
Warm blanket. Those bags purplish on your eyes
Save lives, and every new espresso shot,
Another ten wounds patched. So stir your ice
And save blue boys with head pains and blood clot.
Your multicolored nails in latex gloves
Stained red—a symbol of your life and loves.
Life Lessonsthe only thing i wanted wasLife Lessons3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a place to call my own
to know someone accepted me
when all my cards were shown
to know that I'm alive and well
out here beyond the storm
and know my place within a world
to which i can't conform
following my instincts got me
to this place in time
I should have listened to them more
as more than just a rhyme
gone with the flow to keep the peace
leaves me the shorter stick
when standing up to keep myself
makes me look like a dick
I sacrificed for way to long
the alter now defunct
try as I did I've all but failed
this test of which I flunked
so I have learned my lesson well
that we all live in sin
there's no one playing by the rules
and cheaters always win
Product of a weird kinda daySome people wanna be millionaires, some want the world to know their names. Some just want indestructible forks, but in our hearts we're all the same. We've got dreams, and ambitions, and we'll chase em til we die, and until our final moment's here we'll hold our heads up high. You see the ones that gave up, stopped believing in themselves, walked down the dark and ugly path, the one to their own hell. And for them I'm truly sorry, but I won't make that mistake, instead I'll walk my own path, and never bend or break. You can laugh, and you can taunt, and you can try to bring me down, but no matter how dark the moment seems, it'll always come back around. Now I'll live my own life, a life forever free, and so I'll ask you to be you, and I will just be me.Product of a weird kinda day4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This