Take My HandMy beloved one, please take my hand.Take My Hand3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I want to help you understand.
I want to help you see the light,
Maybe I can make everything right.
I want to show you that a little rain
Can wash away your deepest pain.
I want to show you the shining sun
Can give you light when you have none.
I know that you've been hurt before
But there are better things in store.
I want to show you a way to cope.
I want you to never give up hope.
Maybe you'll find happiness at last
If you come with me and forget the past.
I'll be the best friend to you I can be
Because you did the same for me.
Spring is ComingSpring is ComingSpring is Coming5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spring is coming soon.
It will soon be here.
No longer do we have to deal
With winter bringing fear.
I long for warmer weather,
Because I hate the cold.
I'm stuffy in the nose all day
And never growing bold.
Spring brings warmth,
And it brings pleasure.
More time to be outdoors
And find such leisure.
Spring also brings the storms,
Thunderstorms and tornadoes.
Those once used to make me mad,
To the point I'd squash a tomato.
But spring is a season to enjoy
In spite of allergies,
Because it brings joy to the people
Such as you and me.
Fastidious ReveriesThe fastidious fliers flewFastidious Reveries5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In reveries about their brains,
That their credulous liars
Would forever remain true.
For how graciously they skim
Like fire in dance at water-shores;
And how rapaciously they grin
At the bugs that crawl over earthen floors.
So please be there, with that lovely glare—
The flecking freckles of blue,
And the steadily strung hair flying askew;
Leaping tears on grass-blades and lunar dew.
Gather like a gelid gust,
In black and moribund lungs,
A chest of unctuous air
And curse in a wroth the winging heads of dust;
For there is something that stirs
In the nocturnal roads of rust;
When the red horse of passion rears
And then comes the lusty serpent of love—
Let it be forgotten, the silver-tongue grub,
And how fatuous fliers fell from being swooned;
For with it all to be so selfless and selfish,
Therein lies the grave long since dug by You.
WoodlotIn the holy season of DecemberWoodlot5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the suburbs to buy a Christmas tree.
The sky was steel-gray, a covered ember
Waiting to flare up and shake itself free.
A day like that brings out the life in me.
I grinned, hands in my pockets, and looked hard
At every tree that leaned up in that yard.
I tapped one on the shoulder as a friend;
A pagan tree to bring back home to hearth,
A fellow traveler in this strange land,
A fragment of the holy barren earth
Naked in the time of death and rebirth.
Not quite majestic, but a Christmas tree -
Weedy suburban wood, a thing like me.
No ReasonSomething seems off.No Reason6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nerves wearing thin.
Pressure starts building.
Panic sets in.
Unable to think.
Pacing in circles.
Approaching the brink.
Pulse keeps on racing,
can't get it to slow
and I can't seem to move,
but I just want to go.
I don't know what's wrong.
I can't understand.
Just how much more
will I have to withstand?
What Do You Mean Don't Panic?Everything gone,What Do You Mean Don't Panic?6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
in well over my head
and I'm starting to wish
that I'd just stayed in bed.
It's an all too improbable
tale of frustration
and all in the name
of a miscalculation.
Ode to The WolfTemptation is everywhere around you.Ode to The Wolf6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He whispers words of the past, things you knew,
Each insult breaks down your wall, like a bark.
Waiting to ambush, he stays in the dark.
Oblivion calls out your name, it’s true,
Like an angel from heaven, and so you
Fail to see the dark wolf behind the white flaws.
Inside you, there are marks from his sharp claws,
Scars lace your skin, claiming your slow decline.
All the times you lie, you say you’re fine,
Laying there as the wolf devours you whole.
Walking away from the wolf is no goal.
After all this time, he has you shielded.
Yet no marks show, you ache, you are wounded.
Struggling with each day, you lie on his paws.
Then your sweet wolf pulls out his sharpest claws.
Hell is always raised in your lonely world.
Every day the wolf rules, around you’re whirled.
Rarely do you have faith he’ll set you free,
Even when you trust you really can flee.
While you sleep, the wolf is curled up at your feet,
Anticipating when you will n
Ice BlueIce BlueIce Blue8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
by Tricia Pattinson
When rage meets
With falling snow
The heart numbs
Bitter and froze-in
Behind grey clouds
Hearts ready to shatter
There's a little hope
Their cold dead hearts
Spares for chance of Spring
The Heartless and the ArtlessIs it not there—stealing through the air—The Heartless and the Artless8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That clarion-blare, strumming at the head,
That ardent chord struck dead—
Is it not a prank in the stare?
Like the hammering of a heart,
A stone beating at the bone—
And for the soaring of that song turned to a great groan,
Have we broken feathers like the falling of a lark?
For is it in the heartless to die?
And of the artless—is it they who try
To tame that pulling at the chest—
That temper in the blood that will not rest!
Is it not there—the stomach in the throat,
The most to be for that creature—
The human being, left in the hyper throes
Of the breast, bellowing from above . . . and in love.
Love Thy DevilRedouble through with pleads under tantrum-blows, too rifled to listen;Love Thy Devil9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lo!—harken, how moldering knees seem to heave with knuckling creation.
Somewhere, twixt the ruth and the bruise, whimpers a lonely stutter,
And quivering lips bespeak a queer gut in oscillating flutters.
O, stumble, stagger, fall and crawl, as I amble away—
Throwing stones at your heroes just over the humble ha-ha;
So long as you may strain from piteous shins in sway,
Know that devils by aboral laughs anger like a flaw.
Tell all to the chivalry of how you have bent and coward,
And how wanton desire tends to creep that wish of a rapier
Creature with fangs of fire; for how, callant, you have flowered,
To this thing that mires upon the blade end of a fearful liar.
The Death of the YetPiles of rind—The Death of the Yet9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The many mounds to grind
Down into a bone-pulp—
That of the marrow-slime.
And of the dripping hock
Stuck between a giant's jaws,
For the heckler
And the wooden pecker—
Tap, tap, tap, it pecks,
At the wrecks—
What have you I wonder,
That hasn't been done to death yet?
And, oh, with the midnight tomb,
What should be at rest,
To dig out the heart
With its long roots cut through.
Wets for the Newly DressedCrack the bane-bell wise in a cork-string,Wets for the Newly Dressed9 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And it's that which makes you sing—
From the depths of your heart,
To clasp your finger-ring.
That scale, it slithers beneath your feet?
So, heave! heave!
And for bone-toes, you'll see a heap.
Give that chase all your life's vie,
Leap—glimpse the will-o'-the-wisp,
And seize your chest when a lover lies;
To the bottom of your gut, an acid-lick you'll sip.
And following! following! how I follow thee!
To the ends of the earth on my palms
I will fall on knelt knees, yet how you fallow me!
So, for rags they're all gone and what's right must now be wrung.
To Be a Servant and a QueenDraw me to subservience like a moth to a flameTo Be a Servant and a Queen10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Entice me with promises of chocolate and fame
I can be your track chick or sooo-ci-e-ty dame
Take me through my past again where nothing is the same
I am a rider of lore and I am stone combat sore
The mother of streams and bread to the poor
I am whispers and grins with a melt-iron core
The strum in the air behind this closed door
I have secrets. Would you care to hear?
Welcome to the world of my Biggest Fear
For you we give an Athame to shear
The mystique from me (or my sin to steer)
I don’t ride for kings. No, they ride with me
I discuss wars with Queens over cupcakes and tea
Through books and blood and meditations on the sea
I put the ‘witch’ back in ‘bitch’ to reclaim ‘Blessed Be’
AlbtraumDarf ich vorstellen - mein bester Freund,Albtraum12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
der zumeist jeden Tag versäumt.
Er ist nur nachts wirklich hellwach,
die Sonne macht ihn zu sehr schwach.
Erst wenn die Nacht ganz finster ist
und du in deinen Träumen bist,
sitzt er ruhig und still bei dir,
bewacht dein Bett wie sein Revier.
Mit dir ist er fest verbunden;
blickt auf dich in allen Stunden.
Oft fühlt er sich missverstanden,
denn insgeheim hat er niemanden.
Die meisten fürchten sich vor ihm,
schon der Gedanke lässt sie flieh'n.
Er will anderen nicht wehtun,
doch auch er muss sich mal ausruh'n.
Die Trauer macht sein Leben schwer,
die Einsamkeit noch umso mehr.
Aus Frust dringt er in Träume ein,
um wenigstens dein Freund zu sein.
Doch macht er dort mehr falsch als gut
und ihn ihm steigt und kocht die Wut.
Freunde, Freude, mehr will er nicht,
bis sein Hass plötzlich erlischt.
Das Licht ist an und er ist fort,
nur seine Tränen sind noch dort.
Zurück in seinem grauen Raum;
er ist weit mehr
Do You Believe In MagicMagic resonates off you,Do You Believe In Magic17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seeing you lights the fire,
Hearing you flows the urges,
Touching you unleashes the beast,
Where did you come from?
How did you find me?
Did you know this would happen?
Is this all part of your plan?
Is there even a plan,
Or are you just enjoying the time,
I've never met one of your kind,
One who can bend another to their will,
You say I'm like you but I'm not,
Is the magic in me like it is in you?
Or am I just the pretender?
You say I'm not like the others,
The ones you've met before me,
The ones who fell beneath your feet,
They couldn't compete,
They couldn't keep up,
Your magic was too strong,
And they didn't have enough,
So to speak,
And yet there are still barriers between us,
Perhaps you're the one whose weak,
Are you not maintaining a distance,
Even while wrapped in my arms,
Are you methodical as am I,
Just waiting for the alarm,
To go off,
Saying RUN! RUN! RUN!,
As far and fast as you can,
Away from this man,
Whose broken down the walls,
This Is Longer Than ExpectedCrushing feeling when I can't have you,This Is Longer Than Expected17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Makes me so angry wanna go out and stab anyone who,
Gets in my path,
Gets in my way,
Every single day,
It's crazy how much you're inside my brain,
I'd take you in the car,
On a plane,
On a train,
Doesn't matter to me,
I just want your love,
Above and beyond,
We'll take it past the stars,
While we're riding on a comet,
Land on the moon,
Strip down and dance on it,
Cause that's us,
And we're cool,
Not so popular cause others think we're rude,
That's nothing new,
We're just old,
Old in soul,
And we'll watch it glow,
We'll shine like gold,
Yet we're young at heart,
So we shine more like that spark that starts,
Back to desire,
I want you,
More than anything else before,
I need you,
When I see you,
The whole world stops,
Birds stop chirping,
We no longer hear,
The choices we've made lead us here,
Me and you only,
Destination so near,
I can feel it,
How about you?
Are you with me?
Is it j
It's A Strange World CH:2As Belle gets married to a monster in mannerIt's A Strange World CH:222 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our Bob gets busy with a hatchet and spanner
With blood on the leather and bone on the chair
Rapunzel got cancer and lost all her hair
And a man who hears voices and froths at the mouth
Claims everyone’s lying and the north is the south
That the world is not round and that planes are not real
And that government officials do nothing but steal
And pretentious pretenders who quote of a bird
Speak strangely in tongues and yet never a word
Of the God that they see in every last window
Who claim back at home that their name was not Shindou
And Death is sat dicing and playing at chess
He’s eating a bowl of green, indigo cress
While Santa is hiding from the dead dressed in red
Who haven’t yet realized that Autumn is dead
And a small island unites under nuclear fire
The supporters all cheer while they hang from the wire
And bishops all stand in their line to see heaven
Starting at one and then ending at seven
And yet under the sea
Untitled 2Lost in Eternal DarknessUntitled 21 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So alone, trapped in sadness
I try, Gates knows I do
I try to be there, when you fall
Tell you I'm always here, just give a call
You never do
Is it out of pride?
You try to hide
In plain sight
The world knows, you're not alright
Those who care, try to help
Though from what I've seen, those you let close. Are few and far between
As I read another post, pay host to doubt, fear
My dear sister
Are we really so close as you say
'cause it seems, you're So Far Away
Lost in the distance
While I see you, hear you
Can't seem to get near you
Why? Was it something I said? Something I did?
Or worse, the reverse.
Did I not read the sign?
Did I cross a line?
Say I'm your friend, and you mine
So please, don't tell me, we've reached the end.
Not, that I can't take it
If that is the case
Then, much as my heart'll ache.
Should you wish it, I will go.
And maybe, one day
When I look back, if I ever do.
I'll see you, with someone who
Did, what so many others could not.
Pull you from
Time AloneI don’t want your satisfactionTime Alone1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or a love that could be true
I don’t need your hand for traction
Or a world made just of you
All I want is time alone and
A world made just for me
A place to call my own and
No one else that I can see
But in oceans that lack magic
And of midnights without light
I’m stuck with love so tragic
And an everlasting night
VhyronjiTwo the moons shone down the swardVhyronji1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On drubbing hammer-wight
Father to a senescent line,
eclipsed in blessings bright.
So toils the smith, the great Glaivethane
whom Wyki’s maids do shy.
His blade a pool, his hammer glass
in troth to the One Most High