A Ramble To A RoarSeconds do not feel like seconds any moreA Ramble To A Roar2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Minutes seem shorter than they did when I was young
Years pass by without much ever happening
Nothing is right but then again nothing is wrong
Maybe that could be the problem
That life’s slowly passing me by
I walk around with my shoulders arched
Like I’m afraid to even try
Yes, I’m certain that’s the problem
I’m too scared to stop asking why
Do things come so easily to others
That to me so far have been denied
The air does not feel like air any more
Each breath feels like it is racing my heartbeat
I wonder sometimes which one will prevail
The air in my lungs or the fight in me
Maybe that’s always been the problem
My mind has long since been my alibi
Convincing myself I am okay
When I am clearly struggling to survive
Yes, I understand that’s the problem
I speak to myself without reply
I could ramble on past forever
If I stop I might just crumble and cry
Words do not feel much like wo
All that I haveI have a roof over my headAll that I have3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and a comfy bed.
I have a coat on my back,
there's nothing I lack.
I have shoes on my feet,
enough food to eat.
I have friends who call
and a cat who's not small.
I have a sound mind
and can be very kind.
Money, not much
but I can be a soft touch.
I can boast my good health
that's worth more than wealth.
I have so many things
to be thankful for
and I am not greedy,
I don't need more.
I have sunshine,blue skies,
laughter and smiles.
I have my art and my poems
my knitting, my home.
For my family always open arms
in stormy times they are my calm.
With all that I have,
I have to confess.
Life's been good,
I have been blessed.
Written by Suzanne Karbach
7th May 2015
The language of stargazingThere is a girl fourThe language of stargazing1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
thousand miles from me who says
her w’s as
v’s and has drunk beer
for far longer than I have
though we’re the same age.
She lives without lights
or a stove; meanwhile, I drive
a hundred minutes a
day for eight hours
of monotony, feeling
holed up and cut off
because it’s hard to
think beyond your day-to-day.
But I picture that
girl sometimes—next to
me under the stars, just as
bewildered by my
life as I am by
hers, and just as ill at ease.
We’ll talk and barely
understand what the
other is saying but then
she’ll look up and I’ll
look up and we’ll be
united as stargazers
and that will be our
To the spider that lived under my sink.Errant knight upon your perch, keeping scoutTo the spider that lived under my sink.3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
afar from home; spin your web wide and catch
your prey wandering among the tile grout.
Feast, suck the marrow from the life you snatch
away from my shallow fingertips ready
to crush antennae, abdomen, thorax.
Hide below, waiting, keep your trap steady.
Casualty of wild cleaning spray, borax
dousing your eight legs meant to weave gossamer
snares for the trawling hive-mind on my floor.
Death by neat freak; a fate no philosopher
could see, an unfit end that I abhor.
Sleep now in the knowledge of a job done;
no ant upon my bathroom floor will come.
Y'all Are Eating Female PartsFor those of you brag about having “balls”Y'all Are Eating Female Parts3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stop and appreciate ovaries, because that’s what fruit is.
Plant ovaries include apples, pears, and oranges. You eat them all.
And for those who think periods are gross
You eat hen periods for breakfast every day
You like to call them eggs, served with a side of toast
And if you think that breast feeding in public is weird, you make me laugh.
I think it’s weirder for an adult to drink milk from a different species, like a cow.
“Dairy” is from a lactating female. And it is not for an adult, but for a calf.
If you think females shouldn’t participate in the workforce,
You should learn from nature, for it is the female worker bees that pollinate and create honey.
And when you eat that honey, you should know that her throw-up is the source.
So if you think females are gross, weird, have cuties, whatever
Then you should stop eating, because now you know
Everything you put in your mouth is female. Hope
A Different ViewTo see the worldA Different View3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From a child’s imagination
Like a perfect pearl
Would be a wondrous sensation
So full of mystery
And endless hours of exploration
So many sights to see
Fills me with admiration
Now we’ve aged
Time has but slipped away
Our worlds caged
We rarely drift astray
Knights, Princesses and unicorns
Foolish notions they do seem.
For they’re all gone
Left to our deepest dreams
Between Scenes (26/30)The lights go off and shadows skitterBetween Scenes (26/30)1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bump, scrape, shove, twitter,
Phantom actors duck between
The living dark inside their scene.
Audience is hushed and still,
Waiting for the big reveal,
And when the stealthy crew has gone
The stage lights beam and plot moves on.
galaxy eyedIgalaxy eyed1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
where constellations refract themselves,
her eyes as black as
where Corona corrodes
the obscurity of her iris,
in a myriad galaxies.
Bacon and KittyBacon and Kitty1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bacon and Kitty
Written by ChristheZorua
Of all the people that draw
Let alone write and act too
I have the honor of having a friend
Very nice and helpful
Ever so graceful with her art
Regrets not found for this birthday girl
A kid in the downpourI was once afraid of the rainA kid in the downpour2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Afraid of the cold and it’s pain
I was irritated by the deafening noise
Distracting me from my time with toys
Now... the cold keeps me company
Hiding teardrops amongst its many
And noise helps me not to hear
The thoughts that follow the tear
Every memory that creeps up
And Every regret that keeps up
The lightning flashes away
And the thunder keeps at bay
And in the rain when in it
Amongst the many I’m infinite
The kingdomMy land stretches valleys aheadThe kingdom1 week 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
Infection by PerfectionCorroded by the deadliest infection,Infection by Perfection2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Decaying inside lost thoughts of rejection.
Afraid to admit there’s no need for perfection
When trapped in a constant objection.
No matter the location,
There’s always time and room for correction.
Find what is right before another conviction,
For tomorrow could be an evil natural selection.
Live life with positive recollection,
And always move forward in the right direction.
lap dog's lamentran out the doorlap dog's lament1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
thought he was smart
king of the wild
such a brave heart
lost and lonely
without a bone
can't find the way
to get back home
it's getting dark
what will he do
maybe it's you
The MirrorA monster like meThe Mirror1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is just what you’ll see.
When you look in the mirror
Will you set the beast free?
It takes over your mind
As it’s free to unwind.
When you looked in the mirror
What did you find?
We say we don’t want a fight
Yet we’re the ones with no light.
Look deeper in the mirror
Can you tell wrong from right?
It’s all but a matter of perspective
How do we know it’s not us who’s defective
The mirror looks back into us and asks
Which side is reflective?
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
A LetterHow doth thou find me wherever I go?A Letter2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
'Tis not though I leave thee a path in the snow.
I curse thee, reject thee, and cast thee astray
And yet every morning thou asketh to stay.
Thou followeth round to buzz in my ear,
When truth be found, I don't want thee near.
Thou callest me brother but out of thy mouth
Fly lies against Father. Thou art a louse.
I tire of thy game of ne'er ending pains.
I know of thy aim to see me in chains.
Thou nipeth my heels but I'll crush thy head.
Keep up thy deals, I'll grind thee like bread.
Turn all against me, it mattereth not.
My path is before me. I will not be caught.
This is my letter. You know who it's for.
Thou couldst have been greater, my brother, Lucifer.
Lily WaveBy the birds that fly their pathsLily Wave1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Out from warmer pastures led
By home and heartfelt wantings made
From fathers to their sons to have
Waterfowl from sky land well
With practice of their wandering feet
Cool as winter waters be
But still a tender touch of swell
Home is where there are no tears
That cannot be from other griefs
And ones we cannot count are laid
To let the thorns outgrow the wreath
Feathers dirty by the air
Dust and debris fall like rain
From a wing that dips inside
A mother's embrace and warm care
Sip and dine on likened world
Where halls are walked again in peace
Lax the wind through windowsill
To pass across the eye and laurel
Family are met with glee
And parents long ago can climb
To where the open screen invites
Like all the memories inside
Happy hearts beat as in flight
Through the clouds of cotton dreams
Company a bloom upon
The one foreboding tangled theme
Float like petals on the wake
Of coming others find their way
To rest where all is as it was
Upon a quiet lily
Oak treeI scratched my love's initials into an oak treeOak tree2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There's only one I love, that person is me
My self-relationship is losing its grip
On the verge of a breakup, I need to makeup
With my sanity
The tree might whither - then what shall I do
To bring it back to health with youth renewed?
I see the bark chip, the roots are losing grip
Don't wanna grow old into Fool's Gold
And lose what's true
The tree might die a pathetic soul
No one will be there to ring the death toll
I pilot a lonely ship, my fingers are losing grip
The steering wheel makes me feel
Like I've lost control
What if my initials fade with time?
No one will know that the tree was once mine
I know I'm gonna slip when they lose their grip
On who I am - So I am damned
To be a lost mind
I scratched my love's initials into an oak tree
That was my last resolt for immortality
My self-relationship is losing its grip
So death do me part, I'm lost in my heart
I'm the only one here for me
I'm alone with me
AdrenalineThere are many things that can give you an adrenaline release.Adrenaline3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It causes your heart to race and your awareness to increase.
Here’s some things that can make the senses peak…
And excite the mind while causing the body’s nerves to freak:
When you jump away from a very high place.
With muscles tense and with hopes you will land with grace.
Or when working on an assignment that due in five minutes, said the clock.
The frantic rush to finish gives the brain waves of shock.
When you’re alone and see something mysterious looming in the dark
Then your body shakes and your fears begin to spark.
Or more fun, when you are about to win at Mario Cart.
Yes, that game can release adrenaline right from the start.
When you push the speed up to 85mph on the freeway
And feel your car begin to shake and sway
Then one of your favorite songs pops up on the radio, now that’s a double hit.
And you make it to class a second before being late, now that’s legit.
When the teach
Regne furlienQuelle renommée vous apportera la paix ?Regne furlien2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Notre peuple intolérant a-t-il souhaité
La moindre once de votre magnanimité
Pour un sentiment de pitié si abstrait ?
Mettant la dernière main à votre méfait,
De vos entrailles faibles il est extirpé
Afin d'être soigneusement fortifié.
Il ne deviendra, pas comme vous, un rejet.
Reine, si votre sang est versé cruellement,
La raison est qu'il transgresse notre serment.
Nous sommes féroces, furieux, furliens !
Votre temps et votre indignité sont finis.
Pour notre patrie, revivra l'antipathie.
Nous sommes féroces, furieux, furliens !
Thoughts (about this photo)Thoughts (about this photo)1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A mist morning long ago
a photo taken then
of times and towns and merry go rounds
and memories of when
a younger person I was then
with life still left to live
and now I look with saddened eyes
and wish it back again.
It flurries past without a thought
of days and weeks and years
and then one day when you awake
there's nothing left but tears
and blurry shadows of those days
reminders of the past
it makes you stop and think out loud
of how it went so fast.
I Look For YouI Look For You2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I Look For You
by Tricia Pattinson
I look for You
In all of Nature
In the flower
And in the mud
I find You
In steering course
Basking in the Storms
And the warm spots of hearts
You are in my breath
In mine enemies as well
I find You
In all beginnings
And You're always
The Crooked ManThere was a Crooked Man,The Crooked Man3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and he walked a crooked mile
where he found a crooked pence
upon a crooked stile.
He bought a crooked cat,
which then caught a crooked mouse,
and they all lived together in
a little crooked house.
But the Crooked Man was sad,
so the Crooked Man did cry.
Why he felt all of this pain,
he had no idea why.
He looked around himself,
and then suddenly he knew,
because everything he ever loved
was crooked through and through.
Then the Crooked Man, he said,
"Why is crookedness my lot?
Why must I be bent and broke
when others, they are not?"
So he spends out all his days
finding Crooked, just like he,
and he begs them to join with him
for all eternity.
Ocean SecretThe waves crash against the white, sandy shore.Ocean Secret1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fish swim freely without a single care.
But people on land will never know more
Than the clear blue skies and refreshing air.
Under the deep ocean, a secret lies
Amidst waving sea flowers and coral reefs.
Creatures thought to be myth swim in disguise,
Avoiding humans and their beliefs.
Multi-colored scales reflect the sunlight.
Strands of long hair flow with silken shine.
If you happen to catch one in your sight,
You’ll be mesmerized by wondrous beauty divine.
Mermaids swim freely in the deep blue sea,
And no one will know, except you and me.