Adventure Calls from Outer SpaceAdventure calls from outer spaceAdventure Calls from Outer Space1 month ago in Free Verse
The final frontier for man's trace
Teeming with stars to wish upon
Inspiring dreams that will live on
Where spheres remain balanced in their place
And suns smile on each planet's face.
Beckoning explorers to journey on
Through its endless galactic lawn
But all these thoughts are just a con
Because in this place all hope is gone
The harsh truth that strikes like a mace
That it's open arms are not the case
With a black night and a bleak dawn
And no life to live, breathe or spawn
An abyss with not a single trace
Lawless, Empty, untrodden space
The Merry Men Of MarchAs the months come and seasons go,a familiar sound begins to reveal,as if by magic with a shout and a jeer.The Merry Men Of March1 month ago in Free Verse
The Merry Men of March appear,
Shifting their feet and shaking their arms,they dance to the tune of the northbound charm,freezing winds that now depart,
making way for Natures Art.
A menagory of colours bound in bloom as beautiful skies begin to loom,
Over the twisting valleys and Tumbling Fields.
the Merry Men do so March by name and means,
Teasing a land of Emerald Towers and Azure Streams,
Trailing a tapestry of Blazing Light,
as the First Sun of Spring now shows its Unyeilding Might.
As I observed the ravenAll dressed in black,As I observed the raven3 weeks ago in Free Verse
With feathered back
The raven walks with pride
She's a beauty,
Dark as dusk,
Yet hated far and wide
She dabbles in the ominous
The morose and the mature,
For despite her sweet appearance
she is anything but pure.
Still I gaze in wonder at her wings as black as ink
And as she sits up on her perch
I cannot help but think
How cruel the world to overlook
The beauty in the dark
To her strangled, ugly song
I'll always gladly hark
a lovely nighta lovely night1 month ago in Free Verse
A lovely night
with bright moon,
with sweet light,
and insacts tune.
Bushes of white flower,
lightning of fire fly,
dark river of lowers,
when everybody sleep & lie.
The black sky,
and the moon white stream,
moon light sweet as pie,
when everybody dream.
Masters of the Greek NightTheir time comes as the sun sets, their golden moment of each dayMasters of the Greek Night1 month ago in Free Verse
Their reign arises with coming of the night, the fading of the sun's final ray
Ten mighty beings, all masters of the night
The dark hours are heavily dictated by their might
Stars fall and oracles occur at her command
She can light up the dark skies with a wave of her hand
As a quail she escaped pursuit into the sea
From the king of the Gods himself did she flee
Born of Chaos, his name is used for where the dead pass
Conceived as darkness itself, he fathered many with a mighty lass
Between Earth and Hades his darkness lies
He was among the first five beings to arise
With a pair of torches or a key is she often seen
Over magic and witchcraft does she serve as queen
Yet not all people believe the same
In Athens she was seen as a protector of great fame
Her beauty and power bring fear to Olympus' king
Her birth coming under Chaos' wing
Deities of doom, destruction, and death did she create
Along with lords of distress, blam
The Mask and the Picture FrameThe midnight sky is not so darkThe Mask and the Picture Frame1 month ago in Free Verse
when compared to the silhouettes of the trees.
Ebony shades are told to be
as black as a moonless night,
While the tree-line frames the sky
as though it were a picture.
Caught red-handed is the mischievous mask
the night sky promises to us.
Easily forgetting its star-filled eyes,
We drown in them.
Lost in its beauty,
the trees share our grounds,
within our very reach.
Standing like perfect shadows
against the navy sky;
Awaiting their moment to strike;
Knowing full well that they are the devious shade of black,
While the sky is the betraying shade of water.
Today I went to the OceanToday I went to the oceanToday I went to the Ocean1 day ago in Free Verse
And I know it's controversial,
but I thanked god for the life I've been given
In that moment I felt freedom
Unlike the kind I ever felt
Ungoverned, no strings attached
nothing expected, no fear attached
I was free, not distracted by what I could be
Ice cold pressed against my toes
No shame of what I didn't know
It was a cleanse, it was like striking gold
Not everyone will know how much that means to me
And sharing these things is a rare sight from me
Oh bunny of mine Little bunny of mineOh bunny of mine2 days ago in Free Verse
So small and tiny
yet so fast and friendly
you hop in my lap
begging for belly rubs
you are smaller then my giueniea pigs
but not by much
your ears so small
is your hearing as well as a bigger bunny
your certainly faster then one
the bigger one don't like you
but he and I do
the bigger one is just mean
she dosen't like new bunnys
but I have a place for you
oh bunny of mine
I will keep you safe
with your soft fur
of greys and whites
and a little blacks
all in a harmony
so shall be your name
oh bunny of mine
so tiny and small
You shall be safe here
for as long as you live
Nature CriesAs the petals weep in my gardenNature Cries3 days ago in Free Verse
Withered by the exhausting rains
That splash onto the ground
Shattering the silence that once settled under the sun
I lay there.
Surrounded by the grey skies and filthy puddles
Smeared in the wet muck I lie on
Patiently waiting for the sun to shine down
And kiss my skin, begging me to be at peace
With the little fortune that the rain has brought me.
But how can I be thankful for such loss
As it drowns everything it touches and even the unholy bugs crawl
Beneath the surface
And who knows how long it will be before I hide with them?
Buried deep from the storm
Finally numb to its cold touch
Offering all that I have left to the Earth
Giving without asking for anything in return.
Should my ungrateful spirit be cleansed
Before I surrender to my rebirth,
Held within a womb that knows no sorrow
No happiness and no love?
We should think not.
We will forever consume the remains
And plead for sunny skies and fairytales.
And I am no different.
So I will con
ExposureAt leisure, nature may impress tranquility.Exposure1 day ago in Free Verse
Aesthetically, nature can fuel inspiration.
In full, nature turns harsh and unbecoming.
Overtime, nature will wear and erode a person.
Cyclically, nature destroys one to create another.
SeedlingFrom midnight soil it comes.Seedling1 day ago in Free Verse
From my grandmothers' bones,
and your grandfathers' bones,
and our ancestors' bones
With the bruising intensity of life
that is struggling out of death
And raises its proud little head
spreading its leaves
to our grandchildren's sun.
Night Filled With Singing Coyotes. The coyotes sing their lonely song.Night Filled With Singing Coyotes.3 days ago in Free Verse
Up at the moon and beyond.
Dear Luna you look down,
Are you making them all frown?
Their cries echo through the chilly night,
But oh coyotes it will be all right.
Stop your screaming, stop the anguish.
Just make yourselves a simple wish.
Let your howls ring through the air
Let yourselves have a care.
The coyotes sing their lonely song.
Up at dear Luna and beyond.
AmbitusSolis sank and drooped and slippedAmbitus4 days ago in Free Verse
The purple-blue teeth of the horizon reach
The light of the world reseeds, Solis devoured
In darkness Terra now waits, breath held
On the far horizon Luna now peaks out
She shyly creeps, four guardians fallow
Luna takes her place among blank canvas
Appearing the heavens begin to paint the canvas
Luna their muse
For her the four guardians stand
Their celestial brethren illume Terra’s rest
By soft shimmer, and quiet luminosity
Risen, Luna shines, mistress of the night
Her árguros touch crests Terra’s scorched skin
Scars left by Solis abrogated
Mistress of Night stands by Emperor of Day
Divided they stand together, galvanized under the Unbounded Burden
The dark darker, the shadows colder, Umbra
True dark, cold dark pushes the soft night away
Nightmares antagonize Terra, brought from Umbra
Full of guilt Luna runs from which she cannot face
Umbra paints over the night on the canvas with dark
Defeated Terra lays bel
Flowers Invading the CatwalkPetals flourish in vivid colorsFlowers Invading the Catwalk4 days ago in Free Verse
Red, pink, white, blue
Lavender, orange, yellow
A rainbow of arrangements
That sprout from the Earth
Exhibited like models
Underneath the sun's spotlight
NocturneDarkness engulfs the weary woodsNocturne19 hours ago in Free Verse
Wrapping the skies in velvety wings
Slight chill felt in the soothing air
Soft breezes whispers, rustling leaves
Clear scent of greenery mingled with cold
Stars shines bright in the depthless skies
Single moon casts down silvery glow
Humming insects, nightingales sing
Murmuring waters travels unseen
Souls of the deceased free in flight
In total rest and total peace
Veiled in secrecy with everything unknown
There are things that mankind can't see
22. Mother NatureMother Nature22. Mother Nature5 days ago in Free Verse
How do you cope?
Watching your children fight and kill
Each other for survival
Wouldn't you like to help?
To save them
But how can you?
Save the prey
And kill the predator
Or save the predator
And kill the prey
No mother would ever
Show favoritism to one child
But your children depend on you
Their lives are on the line
Wouldn't you like to nurture them
To care for them
Like any mother should?
But you can't
If you aid one child
You harm the other
An egregious sin for a mother
So you do your best
You aid all your children
With equal gifts
Shells and spines for prey
And traps and claws for predators
Teaching them how to use them
Best you can
Before abandoning them
To survive on their own
Its the only way you can be fair
But that's why you will always be a mother
Never a mom
What even?Maybe the wolf was in love with the moon.What even?2 days ago in Free Verse
And each month it cried because it knew it was a love that could never be.
So the moon called the wolf, once every month, to find out what was wrong with its lover.
The wolf changed dramatically for the moon.
It would shed its skin and become a ferocious beast, but the moon never judged.
Instead, it kept calling its lover in this form, loving the poor creature dearly.
The wolf soon aged, and fell dead late one night.
The moon wept for years, until another wolf howled to it to see the matter.
The moon fell in love with this wolf, for it looked exactly like its diseased lover, and called the creature once every month to keep the moon company.
And thus bringing the relationship of the moon and wolf.
Rocks Won't Tell SecretsSilence stalks by way of stonesRocks Won't Tell Secrets1 month ago in Free Verse
That line trail and passage
Surrounding insect kingdoms
And wrinkling walls
Silence makes her rounds
At continental pace
She rests in vast calderas
And lightless oceans
She sleeps in arctic ice
Until she breaks free with
Seascapes and SandClouds overlook the land.Seascapes and Sand3 weeks ago in Free Verse
The sky borders the sea,
that's buried by sand.
An Ode to DarknessIn blinding darknessAn Ode to Darkness2 days ago in Free Verse
I see the light.
I am never lost
at the overture of night.
The sun sets
and I am free
to watch as
the darkness envelops me.
No need to run
no need to hide
with darkness 'round
the moon is high
As the Bird FlewAs the Bird FlewAs the Bird Flew5 days ago in Free Verse
The bird grew up weak,
Fed only by a beak.
His home was next to a creek,
Bond to be destroyed next week.
If the bird flew away,
The worm colony was to stay.
But the bird had no play,
So he flew to the bay.
As the bird flew,
The worm colony grew.
A harsh wind had begun to brew,
Assisted by whipping winds that blew.
The worms planned a war,
Digging through the Earth's core,
Not one digger getting sore,
Making room for a thousand more.
Written by Keely
The Throne of TerraBright piercerThe Throne of Terra5 days ago in Free Verse
Ignites world skies
Reveal night's lies
In this terrible dream
River flows upwards
Above the mortal plane
To a mount top
Where gods had once lain
The previous caretakers
Sat at it's base
Wondered about the ruler
Yet that's not the case
No beast watched
Or transcendent kin
But rock and earth
In the end always win
Not mighty or strong
Neither humble still
Just always there
True power is control
Yet even this illusion
Power shouldn't be needed
If we meet in fusion
The Terraian throne belongs
To the wise
The meek and caring
Not to lies
south side"someday we'll hike this,"south side3 hours ago in Free Verse
i said to you as we stood on top of the world,
blue and red and purple.
it's hard to believe we're in the desert
with the color shimmering below
and the wind singing in our ears
and the bite of frost on our noses this high up.
the sunset catches the trees on fire
and roars into the canyon
and i close my eyes as you hold me
on top of the world