Dig My GraveThere’s no more room in my back for knivesDig My Grave6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Turn me around and gouge out my eyes
This tired world burns, singes, and scorches
Compendiums and philosophies of lies
Mob me with pitchforks and torches
There was a place that I called home
But ever since I’ve been left to roam
Finding not a shelter in which to survive
Pelted continually by hailing stone
Numbing me, am I even alive?
The tempest flares and whirls
This world, soon it unfurls
Its black beating heart revealed
While deadened, the joint curls
Easy prey, a fate surely sealed
So go on and lie to me
Tell me what I should be
Then stab me as I turn around
How was it I never did see?
That you would put me in the ground
This cold earth whispers my name
This desecrated coffin is my shame
Death sings me his ferry tune
That should first my soul claim
Carry me into the white soon
Charade, façade, game of masks
The chips are rows of casks
Amontillado drinks his last
The gravedigger bids his t
Hearts Open Minds ClosedLOVEHearts Open Minds Closed3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Sharing Caring Desiring
Hearts Open Minds Closed
Objecting Disliking Fighting
By Suzanne Karbach
5th Februaty 2016
miseryafterwardsmisery3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
sad is left out
wet and cold
and very much
just begging for
Samsinging along to a song in her heartSam3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
one with a tune only she can follow
lyrics of which only she knows the words
The ThoughtsThe sickness and the growlThe Thoughts1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
It consumes my soul,
Life has no flow...
I only feel sorrow.
Stranded between four walls
I can feel their madness,
Piercing my mind
With the darkest nightmares.
In the horrific hallway
A few souls are astray
Being pray to the demons...
There is no other way.
The wardens stay still,
But yet, they move fast
Do not fear them,
They will help...at last.
That's All Folks! (ABC)That's All Folks, by David NicholasThat's All Folks! (ABC)3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Avery long time gone, I ‘member back a while
Bugs Bunny and his brethren; how they made me smile
Creative toons and classic tunes, combined with class
Delivered with distinct depth, plus great balls of brass
Each director excelled, when hitting funny bones
From mad man McKimson, to the legend Chuck Jones
Galling to ignore Stalling, for music made the mirth
He punned with pentatonic, proved penchant of worth
In this world left bleeding, by bullets and by bigots
Junkets of jokes flowed, like water from your spigots
Kicked off the Golden Age, as new standard bearer
Leaving Looney legacies, that shall just get rarer
Master Mel, Miss June; thanks for the Melodies Merrie
Never have our day-to-days felt quite so cherie
Observe Bugs’ magic, as he declared “This means war!”
Pursuing his predators; punished them hardcore
Queue even more gags, like fourth wall acts of dread
Running off cliffs, hunting seasons, and anvils on heads
Playacting GodI choose the worldPlayacting God1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Take my likes and dislikes
Paths to follow…
Pick one and shelve the others
Not at all
I shape my world
Pick and choose how to populate it
Meld their emotions to my whims
Chose where they go
How they talk
Who they interact with
My marionettes dancing to my beat
Playacting my words
Following my directions
Bathed in the amber glow
More pink perhaps… or blue green
We have time to try it again
Try it differently
But not tonight
I close up my mind
As I lock the building doors
Playing god is hard
And I need to bring the curtain down
RedRosesShe is terrified by scars,RedRoses2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
but is fascinated with,
Empty WharfBeck and call cannot beEmpty Wharf1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Room and fall surround me
Answers by the waylaid
Come but not before me
Kiss of salt and tea leaves
In the cup yet empty
Should I quench my question
How will you restore me?
But one branch in bracken
Underneath the tall tree
Lone at ends imparting
Bunkers for the unfree
Able out of fractions
Not my own in measure
Down beneath this table, down beneath this water
Here entwined my fingers
Yet another prison
Places that I reach for, things I will not listen
Here with empty boxes
Anchoring the ferry
Each await your number, less than what they carry
As Yet UnnamedFor you I smile, for you I laugh,As Yet Unnamed6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
For you I hide behind a mask.
I hide the hurt, I hide the pain,
This act is making me insane.
I want to scream, I want to cry,
The mask will keep it all inside.
Although the cuts aren't on my skin,
They're on my heart where they've always been.
I need you to be strong for me,
I may seem strong, but I am weak.
I'm slowly starting to break down,
In this sea of hurt I start to drown.
I try to smile, my grin it cracks.
It seems this flood has broke the mask.
You need me now, you need me strong,
but I've been strong for far too long.
You see this is a two way street,
I'm there for you, you're there for me.
I think that's how this thing should work,
But what do I know? I'm berserk.
I've tried to take it on alone,
The pain inside is all I've known.
I try to tell you, to let you see,
but all this does is make me bleed.
Your words cut worse than any razor,
I thought that you would be my savior?
Not the one who heralds gloom,
Not the one to bring my doom.
Train of thought Derailed If I could just cut you looseTrain of thought Derailed 1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I'd be free from this noose
That hangs around my neck all day.
It seems to just grow tighter,
My head just gets a little lighter
Oh perhaps if you run fast, you can get away!
Yet the memory will still linger
But I gave the past that middle finger
Still I fear I may have gone insane?
Damn this rain!
Oh its the shower,
Wait this ain't my house!
Wow.. there goes the power
This was not a good situation
It appears I broke into the Police station.
But I somehow have a key?
Which is good because I can't pick a lock
Barely can change the time on a clock
Oh who could that be?
It appears they have found me
though in this darkness they can't see
So who's blood shall I taste?
Here I pay homage to the reaper
for there is no price steeper
I swear it shall not go to waste
What a strange day this has been
what a beautiful taste of sin
I can never get enough
For I am the blood lust desire
consumed by eternal fire
so do you dare to call my bluff?
ContradictionsContradictionsContradictions3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I feel loved,
I am numb.
I am last,
But, I have won.
My mind spins,
I’m in control.
I’m free to roam,
I’m in a hole.
I’ve dug my grave,
I’m roaming free.
Feelings are blinding,
I can see.
Poetry Session-PaladinPoetry Session-Paladin2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Paladins, they are the holiest of knights
The purest brave souls fighting for what's right.
The oath sworn warriors protecting the weak,
making sure that evil's chances are bleak.
At 1st a man of the catholic church,
but years later I became cursed.
I was plagued with greed and lust,
I failed to see I was losing his trust.
My faith in the lord had started to dwindle,
But it was when I was too deep to see that I was swindled.
I see that my righteous path wiped away from me,
and lord and savior has forsaken me.
Drowned in sin and bathed in madness,
I will rise from all this chaos and ashes.
I will be born a new just like the phoenix,
and I'm gonna make that Satan see's this.
I am ending my life of sins to be a just sword,
repenting all of my evil and giving it to the lord.
You may have chained my spirit, but I am now set free.
And a sinner once more is something I'll
FLawed Literature Contest Entry: DiamantehandFLawed Literature Contest Entry: Diamante4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
grasping, pulling, shoving
dexterous, quick, supportive, durable
kicking, jumping, dancing
Art World PoemA world cast from blackArt World Poem6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Bloomed a rich blue and green
New life born explored its seams
Though, guidance they seemed to lack
Their thoughts remained keen,
Knowing they were born from dreams
Unknown, the evil made from slack
Dulling their life’s fiery sheen
Now they fight back in teams
VerletzungDu spielst mit mirVerletzung5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Ich spiel nicht mit
Und weine trockne Tränen
Denn was uns einst versprochen war
Wird uns nun ewig quälen
Ich liebe Dich
Du treibst Dich rum
Vergiss nicht Dich zu schämen
Es ist vorbei
Ich will zurück
Der Apfel wird mich lähmen
Das alles treibt mich um
Gewinne Du nur
Was du kannst
Und ich, ich bleibe stumm
Rosenkrieg auf Wattebäuschen
Und möchte fliehen
Du Wolf, du Biest, Du einzig Wahrer
Tanz Du mit mir
In Feuer und in Eis
Sing Du für mich
Ich halt Dich fest
Und zahle gern den Preis
So heißt die Liebe
Uns zu schaun
In diesen Wasserspiegel
Verzerrt und immer wieder neu
Das Bild verschwimmt
Wir öffnen alle Siegel
Spiritus SanctusMomentary lapse in actionSpiritus Sanctus1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Brief a moment, satisfaction
Leaps in outward connotation
Lapse a leap in soul elation
Drink its love it's made of potion
Drink its lotus, made of motion
Drink its lust out in the ocean
Of love or lust is quite the notion..
Outward leaps of soul devotion
Lost abound the locomotion
Of a wave in passing gemstone ocean.
DrunksDrunksDrunks3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Simplistic views through amber pools;
aggressive tendencies reach out and rules.
While extended views require new duels;
so each and any, by occurrence, are fools.
JR Jones 05-29-2012
Dakota (Bacchic Cornish Sonnet)DakotaDakota (Bacchic Cornish Sonnet)2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
(Bacchic Cornish Sonnet)
I have but understood new theory
Appear thus to these newly set eyes:
From which I now acquire honestly.
I thus yearned for the challenge thereon,
Whether it was lost, hid or disguised
For he previsto que thereupon.
His understanding opens new doors;
However more still comes with changes
As he learns what crossroads to walk o'er.
El ve el reto as they ingress
To morph the view into wide ranges....
I am now Wisdom's own true witness.
I have but understood new theory:
I am Wisdom's own true witness.
EuropeOf all the things I’ve called myselfEurope5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
I am proud to say
That this lineage survives in me
Beats wind and storm and rain
And drives away the doubt I have
That I might be unworthy
My fear is unregarded
As I dance about the trees
The history around us
The story of my kin
Some of it is bloody
It is engraved with sin
Riddled with disputes
And plagued by deadly wars
Millions were fleeing
From my country’s shore
But through the darkness, still
The people could find laughter
Their art hung in the castles
And from the window shutters
Their words echoed across
A thousand shining seas
Across many a decade,
And found their way to me
I’m proud of our disputes
And even of our wars
Our music, our paintings
The hardships we endured
One day I will go home
To the castles of Guardia
The age-old walls are calling
Io sono Europea
Life Set to MusicLife set to musicLife Set to Music4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
dancing on a cloud,
wearing notes and bars
like a rhythmic shroud.
Life set to music
Hear the world sing
take this melody with you
hear the song in everything
MadI cannot believe the thoughts I now weaveMad5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Before and after I sleep
Like a chemistry an alchemy
That burns in me
Instead of chems and atoms
I take words verbs noun and adjectives
Put them in a vial with little additives
Just the universe me and melatonin sedatives
I’m a mad man on the paper
Put these rhymes in your head faster than vapor
This is not only my love but it is my labor
Who says you can’t mix business and pleasure
Crazy as Jekyll and Hyde I combine my heart and mind
To make a monster rhyme brought to life by Frankenstein
The monster truth in inside my head that I hide in with good vibes
I feel more than I speak and see more than I shy
In my lab the generator in the core of the earth
Everything that gave us death life and birth
The energies I read to proceed experiments for my worth
Of my prosperity and clarity hoping to earn my turf
To boil questions is to get to know my self
The potion suggestion of grandeur is a feeling of personal wealth
The high is my he
Black WoolBlack WoolBlack Wool3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms
Yussra MT Ebrahim
being different is uncomfortable
like bile in the gut
being different is lonely
like a knife
that has nothing to cut
but it can also be intriguing
being different can make one think
and even pose questions to others
that can turn those others to ink
but the difference says nothing
of who is in the right
for a black sheep on one farm
would elsewhere be white
this fact, these differences
the diversity of human thought
must therefore be respected
and we must therefore think a lot
the only certainty is that the fact
that we have opinions at all
suggests that answers do exist
or no questions would call
so to You who wrote the answer key
we search through Your study guide
we try our best, for we are blessed
to have this time to try to abide
by the laws of the universe
not those physical, but moral
to always think in terms of peace
both physical and oral
humans with hands
and brains with tongues
I address you now
before your life empties your lungs