i am sun, you are star, the moon is our songmy teeth are weak and ash,i am sun, you are star, the moon is our song21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
i see myself in the tongue of the sea,
irony grinds itself into my
salt water peppers my lips
we speak in a patois that has me reeling
and moonshine lines the collarbone of the world,
dips behind the horizon,
snakes into the sunlight and kisses the flowers awake.
THE BARDTHE BARD1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why will the poet risk expressing emotions
most keep hidden in the recesses of minds?
Opening doors which allow humanity
a view inside their hearts or minds.
Jeopardizing privacy, chancing dispute,
confusion with the assumption of intent.
Why release sentiments on page to share
thoughts pushed aside to be conveyed
with occasional Hallmark cards?
Frequently poets’ words come to be
misconstrued by the history of a reader.
Often the bard strikes emotions
touching readers with anger or calm.
Does a lyricist attempt to comprehend
observing man’s daily pain or joy?
Is a versifier judging another person
or need to appreciate and empathize?
We attempt to paint the pictures,
sing the songs created as life passes.
the abandoned sessionsgnostic basement on the hillthe abandoned sessions20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
mother whispers allotropes
through the salvo, but no one seems to hear
in their spheres of senses atrophied
and next comes the collapse
where anthropomorphs hold court and where
rhetoric once mattered
for those who stayed the enfilade
for those who cleared the gauntlet
defying laws of averages
and the easter eggs that flaunt them
is this thing on?
is this thing working –
is the scuttle sinking in?
finding purchase with the fat
and fallow neon children
in any case i’m feeling safe
in my bunker on the hill
because the world’s a bomb
and for all i know
you’re the bombardier
self-portraitcurls in a knotself-portrait4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
like my chest;
messy eyeliner - charcoal zest.
sky blue, glossy lips;
and chewed-nail fingertips.
tiptoe walk, girl in flight;
pen grasped in left hand,
notebook in right.
Six Word Story ~ New ArtLooks strange now,Six Word Story ~ New Art7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gets better later.
RoadsA path lies ahead,Roads23 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The ground crunches,
Beneath my feet,
I do not know,
Where this road,
May lead me,
But I know it,
Will lead me,
Directly to where,
I am supposed to be,
The journey may,
Be long and hard,
But it will be worth it,
If I get to rest,
Right at the end,
And if I don't,
I know there will be,
Another road to,
Take me home.
Harmonic DissonanceNight is day's dawn,Harmonic Dissonance19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
light is dark's spawn,
moon is sun's face,
awake in our space.
Our thoughts interweave,
our perceptions deceive.
In difference we find
it's all the same mind.
connects day with night.
A storm is clear weather
that binds us together.
an ode to poetsmay you find release in wordsan ode to poets2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
else these empty notebooks
be tossed into hellfire
with verse unsaid
and love unspoken -
the sin of lethargic poets
may you be noble with your voice
adorn your poetry with shining armor
and set it upon a mighty steed
if you must
let it gallop across fractured fields
to bring your treasure to forgotten kingdoms
may you see poetry as she is -
a humble, lyrical queen
who strings words
like a child strings candy necklaces
to be worn with pride
and consumed with love
there is beauty
2 old 5oulsTo Old souls2 old 5ouls22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am easily ashamed
but most children capable of empathy are.
Our spirits have been around long enough
to see enough war
that it doesn't take much to toy with our emotions
and tear out our hearts.
But with all that sorrow
for the future.
dream big...dreams are not real.dream big...9 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
so you might as well
no harm in that.
when you dream, you may
have a better chance...
a better chance, i.e.,
of achieving something
closer to your goals.
dreams are the future we
hope will happen...
we achieve personal satisfaction
when these dreams become
...and then our dreams become
the goal that will feed more
Human NatureTouch me and connectHuman Nature11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Soul to soul we meet
Everything is falling apart
But we are just right
My god, your goddess
To an infinite puzzle
Flung out and returned
Like a well oiled machine
We breathe in sync
Against a spinal arch
Explosions rage softly
Gutteral I hear you
You left a piece behind
For The ExeptionFor the exeptional people:For The Exeption2 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I should not be leading you
You should be leading me
Tips and tricks, news and facts
For lifestyles and acts
But if you're more undeveloped than me,
Don't try to be my boss
Cause then we won't be friends
And I think it's a loss
The First Poet Attempt - RewrittenWhen you walk with me, you'll notice my blight.The First Poet Attempt - Rewritten18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
My sins of the past, still dawn to me.
The warrior's bound, the rogue's denied.
The sinner's came, to destroy thy time.
Respect once earned, now lost eternal.
Love once gained, now mocked and ashamed.
Darkness once tempered, now flushed all away.
Into that void, my heart now contains.
A code from the past, once lost now learned.
Brings light to the souls, from the heavens untold.
Shouldn't you see, what this worlds declined?
A simple child, now lost in time.
Now as a man, without fear this time.
Returns to the land, and created alive.
But will you see his upcoming wish?
Or will you finally see, his final goodbyes.
This test of the times, too horrid but true.
Brings you this riddle, this first of few.
What can go back? But forwards too.
To look at the past, but the futures come true.
What can there be, without a glance?
What is the name, of this disgrace?
We AreWe are the freaks,We Are7 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And our brains have leaks,
So that thoughts can escape.
We can take any form or shape.
We are hated,
but we have created
A wonderful time
Where all will rhyme.
We are the crazies,
Wearing chains of dead daisies.
Surrounded by clones
And thoughtless drones.
We are the oddities,
And we are the prodigies
Of strange free-verse
Always thinking in reverse.
good for what?Eat banana.it's good for sick dick.good for what?11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ha ha ha!
Your GreatnessSome people judge greatness on the things they learn,Your Greatness6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
some people just judge it on the things they yearn.
But greatness doesn't come from what you can recall,
it comes from the impact you have, no matter how small.
A genius isn't always the highest achiever at school,
Sometimes they start out as the biggest fool.
The lesson from this is celebrate what you gain,
because becoming one with your greatness should never cause pain.
Ruminations on threatened circuitry1.Ruminations on threatened circuitry5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Turn and turn it goes: Let me tell you of the hex incubated in my uterine legacy, for example,
praise the grandmother,
praise the cadaver,
for being a tough as nails
never walked over
always a survivor
even when she became
a raisin fossile
who all she could do
was invent diseases
like ghosts in a child´s fancy
a decay full of
coming out out out
like pumped brats through her
2.You did not hear it from me,
your faded neighb´:
when she did not even knew
that´s why their wires
weren´t all that bright
ideal brat injectors
than loving your
favorite soccer ensemble
six stinking decades
as the house pested through
squawks and screeches
hisses and roarings
I have tried to decipher
/have no puta idea/
the matches and games
of the twenty somethi
Dear ChildhoodDear me,Dear Childhood1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've lost count of how many years in the making,
Of how many of those years I made count,
We all wanted was to grow up,
When all our pain
came from social scars,
When life was about drinking and drugs and cars,
We wanted independence,
Yet we were more dependent than ever,
Now we're being pulled into reality,
A place far from our childhood dreams
of money and stars,
Desolate if you don't try,
Barren if you don't care,
A world that is neither just nor fair,
And I find myself missing those days of
childlike wonder and simplicity,
When your castle was a cardboard box,
When the dragon was your dog,
When security came from a blanket,
And you never thought about knights or princes,
You'll miss it,
Love, someone who finally understands
SplitsSometimes I feel like I’m living in an alternate universeSplits10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not sure if this is the real me
Acting like I know what’s going on
Stopping to think when no one sees
Looking for a tear
In the consistency
Seeing where I split many different ways
Here I’m alive
There I’m dead
There I’m happy
There I’m sad
There I am
I know it all begins and ends the same
One percent of my life driving the other ninety-nine
Breaking the monotony
Cracking the spaces
Yet seemingly ending
Pressured by thoughts
Influenced by variables
Known to the unknown
On that side
That all changes
Thinking what minor differences could be major
Wondering what words would change
Speculating on what divisions
To explain the differences
And keep the similarities
I’m sure it’s all the same
But different than what I know now
The AccuserBELIEVEThe Accuser8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ah, the little revisionist.
Big changes until someone finds out what your mission is.
The historian does not love a vandal
But will be more than glad to document his scandal.
Raiding a clean coffin to sprinkle cockroaches.
Keep it up until daytime approaches.
silent wordsyour lips move butsilent words1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't hear anything.
are you afraid to speak up?
why do you hide behind...
those silent words?
if it is truly golden,
you must be one of the
don't think that if you
use up all your words
you will die...it doesn't work
at least I don't think so.
make a little noise for life!