scargazingoh and his curlsscargazing1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
will look much like
and his shirttail
will beckon, darling
as the sun breaking
new dawns and hearts
and his presence
all acids through
the room and
his footsteps sure smell
like cell division
and next time
he looks this way
i'll make my
the earth with their
lack of subtlety
and my knees
oh his merciful flits
of bright eyes
will make new
and my tongue
The Wanderer [Poem]That's all he ever did.The Wanderer [Poem]3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From place to place this man strolled,
Finding new spots to call home,
But leaving when he felt they had become old.
He once stumbled onto a beautiful forest,
filled with life and colour and all things bright.
But he up and left when he realized that there,
Hard work was the only way to do things right.
He then clambered onto a mountainous peak,
Where the stone hills seemed to defy common sense.
But as the wind picked up and nature's music played,
He left this place to its own harmonic suspense.
He happened upon a village of precision,
Being all angles, numbers and circles too.
He was given clothes, a home and a bed,
But left after being told what to do.
The wanderer felt sad, and alone.
He could never fit in, not anywhere he went.
He felt worthless, without meaning,
As if his soul had been spent.
“Do I even have purpose?”
It was on this thought he began to ponder,
When realization struck:
Maybe his purpose, was simply to wander.
giants have faces tooi never chose to lookgiants have faces too23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
down on the people so
with comparisons of
never chose to subject myself
to early arthritis,
or severe back trouble
before i'm out of my teens,
to make anyone have to look
up at a figure
past their understanding of
what a person's height is
allowed to be,
rising above but still
dragged down by
stubborn insistence that
luck somehow sided
with either side of this argument.
Perceived Limitations (Pong 6)We forgotPerceived Limitations (Pong 6)7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
our futures are not carved in stone.
The structures below our sleepwalking feet
form and reform past recognition
before we ever sense them.
our circular isolation,
for filtered information
warped and twisted into
in the metallic colours
of attack and defence,
we ignore the vast space
that could be our own,
if only we remembered
how to travel through space-time
by building bridges
in our minds.
collapse and repeatcave the light in cascade the light incollapse and repeat19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
rudimentary circles, concentric heliocentric circles
so the split of our atoms rushes backward into adam's breath
he'll surely spit the light out, wit growing in his lust-rose gaze
and eve-n then he'll wander, wonder wondrous things between the peaks and valleys
between the slip of foliage, frolicking at play
he'll see split atoms rushing. backward into adam's breath
we'll cave, in our rudimentary circles finding wit and wisdom knowing
we are nowhere near the center of the universe
Crowd of oneThere won't be millionsCrowd of one16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I'd boo
That's because I'll be honest with you
Perform your tricks
Dance your heart away
Sing and break a glass
Maybe I'll give you that awkward silence
But never will I forget to assure you "getting better"
HumansHumans are interestingHumans23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Full of these emotions
Always noticing patterns
Finding them wonderful
They find themselves weak
With all their feelings they have
But how could that possibly be
When it makes them stronger
They never give up
They always show hope
They find beauty in things
That I've seen many times
Always curious, always new
Never always aging forever
Always having the same face
That really does show time
What would I do without them?
Who would I be if they didn't exist?
Would I have anything else
Other than my big blue box?
When Blaming Yourself Isn't EnoughI guess after months of wearing them, the gas masks became like a hat or a coat.When Blaming Yourself Isn't Enough16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
You'd put it on before venturing out because you needed it, no hesitation whatsoever.
Same thing with the safety goggles. No one argued that they were, in fact, for our safety.
Sure, I doubted that you could die from just a lungful of air, of fresh air,
because, come on, it was safe yesterday, so why not today?
But that was before we all watched Adam, hooked up to a breathing apparatus,
(in the beginning, we joked about him being a cyborg; he laughed with us between coughing fits)
his lungs shredding with every breath until his voice disappeared,
one vowel at a time (almost as quickly as the other kids), the only sound he could muster
a wet gurgle at the back of his throat that hurt him more than he cared to admit.
His eyes were covered by those strange, white cataracts that kept growing, growing, growing,
until he couldn't blink anymore, his sight rendered useless,
and then they started t
59I accompanied her this time,5911 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
As she returned to her garden.
I watched as the Moon descended
'pon the tips of her wings,
Extended into the air
Of the night.
And the stars shone brighter there
Than anywhere in the world.
The very face of the cosmos
Painted across her wings.
Each feather held a thousand stars.
The countless lights and countless worlds.
And as I basked in its glory
I wondered if we,
If this world
Could ever shine like that.
Frozen Heart (Poetry)By the unyielding organFrozen Heart (Poetry)6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Perched upon my chest,
Vitrified by a thousand aching promises—
I beg of you,
Do not proclaim me lost.
For as subtle equinox descends upon the soul,
And the embrace of darkness induces serenity
And ghostly frigidity,
I recount my blessings and
Morality whispers sweet enthalpy.
I feel my heartbeat
It amounts to little because
What is not seen is not begotten.
They cast bitter gazes upon the miserly,
And still think me the same.
And yet! And yet!
Apricity denies intolerance!
You feel, do you not?
(And I believe this with all my
But still I beg of you—
My breast cascades
With the gentle trickling
Oh, I beg of you—
Have patience for me!
I wish to produce for you
A gregarious warmth so clement,
They shall seek sanctity
In the fore-despised.
Gift to me your understanding,
For I am hum
ProhibitionThe working men who drank for yearsProhibition14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
To liquidate their fears
Just a couple creamy beers.
Seldom exceeding that number
The beers lured them into slumber.
Living in this time
When society saw it fine
To enjoy such beer and wine.
But whiskey was not the same
It was the devil’s wicked game.
As it poisoned the best of men
It shall never cast it’s spell again!
They were wet, but voted dry
Against the bourbon and the rye
Never expecting the beer to die.
Unknowing of the petition
Endorsing absolute prohibition
That would outlaw their addiction.
With the banishment of whiskey
It was more pricey and more risky
As people stabbed and robbed to loot
The sole forbidden fruit.
No more rum, no more champagne
To entice the tired brain
As the people woefully dread
When prohibition further spread
Implemented to stop the jailing and crime
That increased tenfold with time.
Rather than ending prohibition
Up came another mission
To point the finger to the drugs
Associated with the murderous thugs
ZwrotKlęczę na deszczuZwrot22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
w dziurawych obdartych nadziejach
na ziemi czerwonej
kiedyś tak pięknej -
spożywam własne mięso
ale już zwracam je
pod twoje stopy;
AlcoholicDrinking away your sorrowsAlcoholic2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to numb a pain
That only spreads the poison even further.
Un-chibi, Neko-chan!Un-chibi, Neko-chan!1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's about time to!
It really is time for you to grow.
To be a bit more of a big girl now.
Did no-one ever show you how
How about that?!
DreamsThere is nothing better,Dreams16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing more wondrous,
More mystical and strange,
Than a dream.
inner demons (they are the darkest kind.)love says i’m ripping at two heartsinner demons (they are the darkest kind.)17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
mine and his
that’s how i know
that’s how i’m sure you love me)
& when i bleed, he does too.
[all these things i cannot say rot-
they claw at me,
trying to get free.]
(i love you goddammit,
i love you and so i must bleed.)
[red says i am a masochist-
first time he’s been half-right.]
promisehungry, homeless, poorpromise1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
world needing more
than a longer rope
or unfulfilled hope
red carpet charade
big business parade
part time minimum wage
captives in a corporate cage
enriching their captor
never writing their chapter
inequality and injustice
always depends upon us
the promise of evolution
seeks our solution
The Forest PreistGreat elder and prophetThe Forest Preist13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
rise from your sepulcher now and give forth visions
visions of acid dreams and absence of brotherhood
walk with me to the old hill so that we may dance and dream together around the blue fire
forest children rise, the Prophet calls you to ranks
idle, long-haired youngsters, he calls you to commune
we now partake of the blood of ill-willed elders
we now take the breed of hatred
now these things have left us
and the Prophet leads us forward to the new age
the new age of youth
we spread like wild fire and weeds
we give where none is given
and at the end of the day
we head to the old forest
when we approach the idols of the forest Gods
they bid us good will
we go on forth, not to control, but love
the Prophet tells me the time has come
the time to enter the Golden Gates is now
we tread forth to a new way of thought
a new brotherhood
I won't miss a beatLose my mindI won't miss a beat14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
time is fading away
loss of air
and I feel the sway
the sun sets
on the winter ground
and yhe shadows hide away
So I playfully bow
and tip my hat
so I playfully smile
The stage is set
the actors are in
and the curtain slowly opens
As I find my barring
And my words
I catch my breath
And I hold onto
these words ive yet
to of said
that keeps me going
theres a sprite
that pushes me
And points out
That shows me
its all ok
So ill move my feet
and stay with the beat
tell I find my gold
I won't miss a beat
SchneeschattenWürde man nur existierenSchneeschatten1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Und wär kein Schatten auf dem Feld,
So müsste man sich nicht fingieren,
In einer schattenhaften Welt.
Man könnte nach der Arktis streben,
Oder selbst ein Schneefeld sein,
Sich wie kalte Winde weben,
Vielleicht zu mehr, als nur den Schein.
Würde man nur sein und wäre
Wie man sich im Lichte sieht,
Anstatt nur Rauch, eine Chimäre,
Die vor den and'ren Schatten flieht.
MaybeThings that may be,Maybe23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Might be -
But it doesn't mean that they would be,
Or could be,
But some argue that they, should be.
ways to waste your waveswhen your torsoways to waste your waves1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
splashes up with
and your wrists turn
fast with a furious
and your spirals
to undeniable fawn,
molecule in imperfect
these are the moments
and in the next
Winter CongregationIn a little café,Winter Congregation20 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Box-shaped and low-lit,
of all types,
at tables sit;
While the wind outside blows
and tumbles the snow,
claws at the door;
It cannot get in,
and raises a din,
ramming the windows,
and shaking the floor.
the people sit,
in warm respite,
and dismiss it;
'round their cups,
watch the steam
come rising up
from the curls of cream,
and strong coffee,
like idle souls,
and forgotten dreams.
In the café,
where the people sit,
shielded from the winter's rage;
young and aspiring,
who was up for frugal hiring,
sits on a bulb-lit,
warped wood stage,
his swaying, murmuring tunes;
His quiet ambiance well mingles,
with the unresounding, single
noted thick ceramic clink
of silver stirring spoons.
on sticky hinges creaks,
and then gives way,
comes a tumblin' in;
He clears his throat,
and hangs his coat,
the chatter starts