School busIt rises over the horizon like a leaking,School bus11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creaking, clanking, complaining in the tendrils of cloud grasping at it-
tearing away to rise over yet another hill,
stirring rainbow glinting dew streaks in the asphalt jungle gym.
its garish veneer reflecting the early morning rays harshly,
blinding all who look upon its luminescent varnish.
The brilliant exoskeleton of this marvelous bug reflects its officious innards
Urchin minds weary yet wild,
It has become the symbol of dread,
This simply embellished wreck,
become an enigma within itself as more join its engravings in the back of worn leather seats.
leading to smooth,
gray seats lightly illuminated in the fresh phosphoresce.
If you look closely,
the worn grooves of memories and laughter still linger here,
waiting for the coming recollections to make their mark her
AvernoThe mountain was invisible.Averno14 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Certainly, there was evidence of a mountain’s presence,
But the landform itself was obscured by a thick pall of foliage and alabaster fog.
Although the woods, if not all of the flora, were alive and well,
The mist lent them such a gloomy tinge
That they appeared almost colorless to the naked eye.
Whereas dead and dying trees would be stark and the color of bone,
These austere totems would appear frozen in time,
Such were their stillness and their pallidness.
Even in the sunshine,
Their leaves left a shade
Upon whatever lay below.
No birdsong lingered in the air, nor did any waters splash down the slope.
The elegy of the stillness,
Rang through the air for none to hear.
Underneath the cryptically hale trees
Sat an expanse of undergrowth,
Much like a tangle of grubs beneath a dampened log.
Between the undergrowth and the overgrowth lay the fog,
And beyond all of these lay what was presumably the earth.
Only by kneeling into the mists betwee
Fruehlingsdreieck, Sternbild JungfrauFruehlingsdreieck, Sternbild Jungfrau1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In gold'nes Sternenlicht gehüllt,
tritt eine Frau hinzu, sie füllt
behutsam auf den Krug der Farben,
die fahle Welt soll nicht mehr darben.
Voll Anmut ruft sie laue Winde
kost liebevoll der Bäume Rinde.
Im Pflanzenreich quellt neue Kraft
mit immergrünem Lebenssaft.
Die Jungfrau streicht mit sanfter Hand
die Härte aus dem kalten Land.
Ihr frühlingshafter, scheuer Kuss
sagt weiss des Sommers Hochgenuss.
No. 1The air is morphingNo. 110 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
into a new form of life
only to destroy
Look~The shine of the sunLook~10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Piercing my eyes with its light
The golden, mellow color of its set
The warm glow of its rise
The trees waving in the wind
The wind breathing into them
The wind animating the trees
Breathing life into the giant sticks
The endless blue of the sky
The cloud looking so serene
Sometimes the sky is so violent
Other times blank and dormant
The river flowing on through
So clod and so chilled
The water being fresh and crisp
The water awake with life
Stop and look around sometimes
See all of the beauty around
Look at the trees and the sky
The sun and the water
THIS IS NOT A DEVIATIONTHIS IS NOT A DEVIATION. DONT LOOK AT IT, IT IS FOR STUPID REASONS.THIS IS NOT A DEVIATION11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thanks, have a nice day.
SamhainSamhain by Jennifer Louise PatonSamhain12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"The winds are howling, the veil is thin, the calling of the souls begin. On this night of Hallows eve the ancient traditions we do believe. Feel its call its pull its power,faces of old we will endeavour, coming fourth, coming home..our loved ones...our own"
In A Blade Of GrassIn A Blade Of GrassIn A Blade Of Grass13 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
by Tricia Pattinson
Blades of grass dance the wind
Higher than knees they cut into light
Jagged and slashing the moments lapse
And I wonder if I too am a blade of life
Motled hue of vibrant etching
Guided by an unseen hand
A heart dancing the beats and rhythms
Swaying with those hidden hands
That light might cast shadows
For colors to paint and please
Those souls with vision tuned
To blades of grass like me
OC bio #3 Saria the SnivyName: Saria the Snivy.OC bio #3 Saria the Snivy15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Personality: Nice, cute, shy, smart and playful.
Clothes: A shirt and a skirt.
Parents: Mats and Samantha. (She got adopted.)
History: When she was younger, she had a nice family. One day she was walking alone home from school and noticed her family was murdered, she felt so sad that she been living all alone in a dark alley. One day she still remembered what happened and cried, but when she cried two Pokemon noticed the crying and went over to her. The two was Mats and Samantha. They then adopted her so she could have a place to live and be happy. Even though they aren’t her real parents she still call them for father and mother.
Look to The StarsLook to the starsLook to The Stars1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your life is as brief to them
As a blink of an eye is to you
Do you feel small?
Every atom in your body
Was once forged in furnaces
Like those stars
And in their dying breath
They erupted and scattered
Their gilt guts spread
Throughout the vacuum
So that one day
It could wake
From the eternal slumber
And realize that
The stars of the night sky
Has sent their light
Across the vast gulfs of space
Traveling for millennia
So it may be marveled over
By one of their own