MonsterThat bony smile across his faceMonster1 month 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.
The Worst Antagonist of Them AllI’m the maker of horrendously tragic startsThe Worst Antagonist of Them All1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The molder of unfixable broken hearts
I’m the planner of twisting roads of pain
Where goals can never be obtained
I take pleasure in friendships torn in two
And rejoice as enemies begin to accrue
I’ve cursed the lands to suffer in anguish
The inhabitants of such will surely languish
I tear my loved ones limb by limb
Certainly, their lives were nothing but grim
I spill blood of the damned and innocent both
If only, for them, it wasn’t my oath
I evoke tears of anger, sorrow, and strife
As I claim yet another precious life
Betrayal, cunning, and wicked lies
In the end, that’s right, everyone dies!
I’m sure you’re all very curious
“Who’s this person, so injurious?”
“A murderer bent on taking revenge?
The thirst of which will never be quenched?”
“A wicked soul who’s lost their way?
Pulling down with it those who go astray?”
“An antisocial killer who liv
RainI do not believe inRain3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“Rain, rain go away”
I want the rain to pour
To crash on everything in its path
Just like that night
I realized I love you
Everything came crumbling down
My insecurities, my walls, my sanity
Going down the gutter along with the rain
It left me naked and scared
And I want everybody in this world
To feel that also
Because as scary as it is
It is the most human you will ever feel
Allow the rain to wash over you
And you will be rejuvenated
World of WordsLet me escape in a world of words,World of Words3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where I can be dispersed in unbelievable records,
Leaping the mountains and hills of sentences.
I’ll live the thousand lives, embracing the imagery of senses,
Enduring dangerous losses and loving the overwhelming gains —
Creation is within my grasp; words swimming in my veins.
The messages from beings are upon the tips of my fingers.
Their lives and their experiences rage war inside my mind that lingers
Onward for years to decades drowning out the noise of unwanted reality.
I breathe their air as I walk in their shoes until they reach mortality.
I am their God they pray to for forgiveness and hope,
Only will I give it to them when lessons are learned and the hanging tree lacks a rope.
“The worst will bring the best” is the motto of all my creations —
They will battle and they will survive the infernos of my hazardous expectations.
Never will they disobey me unless a rebellion has occurred, locking me in a cube,
But then s
WortmagieWorte können lieblich schmeicheln.Wortmagie2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sanft liebkosen. Zärtlich streicheln.
Worte können Liebe schenken.
Leid beschwören. Bitter kränken.
Worte bergen große Macht!
Sprich sie daher mit Bedacht!
Worte richten und sie dichten,
unsre und der Welt Geschichten.
Worte, zauberhaft gelesen,
wecken das, was einst gewesen.
This Poem is Extremely LongThis is the introThis Poem is Extremely Long5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So read this first
I hope it will quench
Your poetry thirst
Let me point this out
First of all
We are artists
So stand up tall
This is the part
Where the poem begins
But this is just the start
You should see how it ends
In a world filled
With fame and mediocrity
We are the true stars
With talent and creativity
Unlike those celebrities
They think they’re big and boss
But we all know they’re bumpkins
Nothing more than social floss
You call this shit art?
Miley Cyrus shaking her ass
I don’t think it’s classified as talent
It sure as hell doesn’t have class
How about its impact
On today’s generation?
You getting bored of this poem?
Then I’ll switch to personification
What the fluff
Does a wrecking ball symbolise?
Does it dangle over our heads and fall
Before we look up and realise
And gasp in shock and surprise
That this 99999 pound ball
Of useless information
Is about to crush our noggins
And we’re supposed to show fascinat
Winter Kisses.The cold breathe of ours.Winter Kisses.2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Exposed and trapped as dragon breath.
Our backs laced with wool, and stuffed with cotton.
The moon crying, and dropping its frozen tears.
Our small oak cottage.
Cozy and shrouded by everything home.
Oaky scent of hot tea drifting through the room.
Spicy aroma of pumpkin pie baking in the oven.
Crisp crunch of an freshly plucked almond.
I enjoy our winter kisses.
Our frozen lips thawed by fiery love.
Our cold numb limbs boiled by crimson cheeks.
I enjoy days like these..
Where the only care we have is to be entrapped by one's love.
And so far, we didn't stop caring.
A Silvery GlassPlucked from kings with open armsA Silvery Glass2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A kingdom in all its majesty
From pauper to the forest wall
And mind too great to have let leave
I saw you take
And I saw you hold
This world a golden brow had made
And watched it in your eyes grow old
Green groves stretch around the dark
Your gaze as depthless as each night
The moonlight give its riches to
Each leaf sheathed as your iris flight
I watched you take
And I watched you keep
A picture if the day would die
In case my grief would make you weep
Armour for the frailest flower
As reeds stand in their tortured pause
Rosy receding overcoat
Shine back your memory's flaws
I knew your face
I knew your feelings
And in this shell of closing gaps
I knew you would not of me bring
Sentinels vanguard palmed graves
Lifeless plain and castle throne
The breaths of life and windy days
Seem distant sounds against cold stone
I saw you shake
And I saw you shiver
The icy grip of silver's veins
Make the heartbeat slow and wither
Hollow gemstones fall like rain
I'll die as I was born, crying.Oh- golden laced moon,I'll die as I was born, crying.3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
marking my birth,
and signifying my death.
Who is being awoken on my solemn onyx day?
What dreams would be weaved?
What art will be created?
Oh- charcoal fed sun,
yelling my creation,
and mourning my death.
What children will be dancing on your baked coals?
Whose paint will be dried by your touch?
Whose stomach would be full of your warm food?
...Oh- dark clothed death,
why do I have to watch as my relatives cry over my grave?
Why do I have to see every moment that they walk?
And why do I have to see them die, and not see them with me?
But I died as I was born.
And so did they.
Blood MoonWhispers off the sweat of shedsBlood Moon3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have the diction coursed inside me
Endangered moons orbit my breaths
Null as invitation keening
I feel them flock to join this meaning
Force against my walls upend
Lightscape blank in saviour sentence
Usher close the wind beckoning
Salted water on my penance
Harbour where the drowned ones menace
Travail consequent for now
Have receding shores and hollow
Ere the timbre's language follow
Onset in the silence wait
Count the boundary foreboding
Unborn nights have howls gone starving
Limitation bar their closing
Such does choice leave for their fate
Alabaster in the shade
Linkless chains break unexpected
Leave the waxing to interpret
I feel them gravitate beyond
Somewhere in the change of mornings
Languid grows the barrier
Assimilate nocturnal rest
Instinct play without a word
Developed sheltered from the vexed
Myriad blaze brazenly
Indifference of absent gates
Need show no compromise in choice
Exactness lost its proper place
*Birthday Years*One by one, years roll on*Birthday Years*3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Quite resigned, another gone
Lessons arise as we live life
Bravely face time of strife
Laughter rings instead of tears
Learn to live, no more fear
Future gleams, neon bright
Age, I tell you, is no blight.
Paint nails red, wear lipstick
Pony tailed hair, gentle flick
Earring jangle, pleasant sound
Youth is lost but life is found.
Empty NestSilent as the bird-less treeEmpty Nest1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Branches borne their capsid fawn
A wind take them
Blanket for the generation
To be set so unprepared upon
Shawls to face the blizzard's hem
With the quiet of the winged free
Holy by a timeless just
The valour pressed between the stones
And shattered fair
Changed without a pause
Of growing flesh and bones
Extend a now poorly fitted wear
Like down to the winter lust
Fabric in a feathered leaf
Multiplied by coming days
When helicopters still their beats
And eagle eyes denote a nest
Sew a tuque every which way
A breathing wool as soft as bleats
From cooing babes new to the reef
Crossbar hold the sway of dark
Ground take precedence
Cradled on the crook of tune
Heard through the sheets of paper greens
Spawning germs have time to sense
A wind and how to open wound
The myriad will leave its mark
Elements beneath the trunk
Variety hath wormed to front
But strive the will not
To imprint what is now for always
A striding race still has the jaunt
From icicles to bliste
Sandstone VaseDesolate genus detachedSandstone Vase3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Out of clamping pitcher plant
Blanking edges of her hair
Signify the downed despair
Resting in her younger days
Catching up from out of faze
Lip dragged down in scattered weight
Show the happening her age has made
Hold the crumbling ring for ease
Hands curled softly at her means
Dust take up the cold embrace
Reaching down the gullet's grace
Shrinking as she leans for strength
Days bygone have met their length
Neared the end of opened maw
Yawning wide to take the world she saw
Time has poured to other half
With the parts well taken with
Resolve sapped so long ago
Waiting for the end to show
Represent a symbol's path
Moving to its aftermath
Left to ash with sandstone graves
Soon none will decipher her remains
Flower for the joy of life
Lay departed with the ones who die
MankindWe’re all just worthless,Mankind1 month 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 Road Beneath My FeetThe road went out before me and it snaked up on aheadThe Road Beneath My Feet1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And I picked up my feet and I followed that road
Wherever its cobblestones led.
I sang a song and marched along that winding path of stones
And the song filled my heart to the beat of my feet
As I wandered that path all alone.
I know not where I’m going, only what lies behind.
And my feet and my song shall go right along
With only the road on my mind.
ClosenessFire radiant on the ancient leavesCloseness1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They're stolen away by cold windy thieves
They're falling down, never again up high
It's ending, a conclusion, a good-bye
The man inhaled the dying smell
"Very soon," he thought, "I can tell."
Ice in his veins, a numbness, a pain
A shiver as he waits the death train
Hitting here and there, the rickety cane taps
Looking for his place for an eternal nap
At last he found his dark black room
It was tight and small for his tomb
He was laid inside his coffin, deadly still
The walls of it surround him, taking his will
Confined in his box with a peaceful smile
His eyes glassy, his old wrinkles in piles
Buried in the cold ground, on top: glacial layers
The snow mixed with tender white roses, bright silvers
It is cold, let's be close and feel our frosty breath
Winter is here, its closeness can be felt with death.
*Choral Practice*Stirring rendition in wind*Choral Practice*1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Harmonized voices sing
Choral practice taking place
Choir achieved state of grace.
Voices soar and surround
No constraints they're not bound
Perfectly magical healing power
Musical reflection, melodious hour.
DeoxysSpace, the unknown "world" to humanityDeoxys1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hard to fathom, it's often a calamity
An intruder is coming down to Earth
What is it's purpose, what is it's worth?
An alien-like bipedal figure arises
From it's crystalline shell, surprises
Innocent and clueless, constantly observing
He ventures little by little, slowly learning
He means no harm, yet harm rapidly comes to him
Tentacles, red and blue-green to the very brim
Eye sockets black, daunting and hauntingly grim
Frightened they attack and strike him limb by limb
Abused for no reason, a harmless creature
No one to stop, listen, and be the teacher
But one did, one that belonged to the stars
He taught him the meaning behind the scars
People are too quick to judge, they cannot wait
Fear of strangers, full of confusion and hate
Yet the star and alien became good friends
Together they venture to the world's ends
Do not be so quick to believe what you see
The eyes deceive and the minds hastily agree
Do not fear the stranger from outer space
BlossomsSlats of cherry blossomsBlossoms2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like dragon brows
Fairy dust loosed flighty
And as I remember slightly
What is now
What I have failed
Like fallen cherry blossoms
About my feet and ground
Mythic children's singing
Dull blade pierced in their rightly
Kept dreams found
As blooming cherry blossoms
Soft as flowery snow
And creatures of the breeze
As far the young can see
Bear overflowing pails
Of blessed cherry blossoms
Come back with every round
The sun has done to me
To carve my lonesome dream
With large hollow
All my longing sealed
And filled with cherry blossoms
Viced by aging sound
And viced in a blurry
Stretched to obscurity
Like rusted maille
Of ancient cherry blossoms
That I have come to know
As a chorus faintly
Through my mounting ail
Guiding out a stately
To match surpassing scale
With falling cherry blossoms
Out of my eyes morose
Bled dry the tree once idly
I slept under ta
Is This Place What We Call a Home?Planet Earth,Is This Place What We Call a Home?3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is this place what we call a home?
What are our lives really worth?
Do we believe everything we are shown?
A place where we should love,
A place where we should care,
A place where we should share,
A place that we should think the world of.
Why are living souls selfish?
We are all God’s children,
But some are treated like rubbish,
As though they are completely frozen.
Why are we dying to live?
If we are just living to die?
When do we say goodbye?
Is God there to forgive?
Is this place what we call a home?
Pain.Is it odd that the title judges the piece?Pain.4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With one simple word, a whole piece can be destroyed.
With one simple meaning, a piece can be praised.
What about those that are hiding millions of meanings?
Are they worshipped and held highly?
Or just thrown aside as a headache?
What is truly the meaning of a title?
To summarize the content?
What the dictionary says it is?
Or another part of the piece?
Why is it there?
What is its meaning?
Is this going to be another We are all sick?
Or does it have no significance?
To answer all these questions though..
We will need to look at my mind.
We will have to find out who I am.
What I live for.
Who I live for..
Or I can just say what the meaning of this poem is.
But where is the fun in that?
Lair, liarLies, lies..liesLair, liar2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pile on like dirt
In the end, it's you
So go on, keep digging
And..tell me how
You didn't know..
While you do..
Forgive this grin..
But I ain't buyin', not now..
Not ever again.
As I stand here, clad in black
I know, there's no goin' back
To those good times
When we, were partners in crimes
'cause you just had to
Commit the worst of them all..
So don't ask me
To lend a hand
Or a goddamn rope
'cause I won't
I'm feelin' a bit kind..
And in the right mind
To toss out a line;
"Vengeance my friend ..is mine"
Fingerpainting Bloodso tiredFingerpainting Blood2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to watch the absurd veneration
of violence as a conditioning tool
for a collective mindset
to swallow the reports
covering warfare everywhere
from merely the aggressor’s view
to feel those pervasive tendrils
of conditioning slither through the outskirts
of oblivious lives
– hungry masses, safe and distracted, cheer on the games
the innocent ones
ignored by omission and indifference
playing in fingerpainted puddles
where is this shiny lamp meant to guide us to the golden door?
© hadasaugh 2014