Life without wallsLife without wallsLife without walls1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
could be an incredible
Even though we toil,
we never fail to think.
Our journey never
More than anything,
we wait for no one,
hoping for tomorrow.
Maybe one day we
will see Paris under
the sun at night.
22.2.2015i am a dark smoke stack22.2.20152 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
poisoning the somber sky beneath me
as i reach up
dissapating into the atmosphere
Waters of the WorldStanding before theWaters of the World2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waters of the world
Watching the blue-gray waters
Flow in and out
Like a lion
I’m standing on the edge
Of the waters of the world
Watching it swallow my feet
Caressing me with liquid
And giving me sharp kisses
From the sea
I’m being taken up
By the waters of the world
Until it retreats and releases my feet
Returning to its snake-like coil
In a spiral
And I’m still standing
At the waters of the world
Absorbing the sound of its breathing
The waters simply being
It soothes me
It holds me
And I’m standing
At the waters of the world
And I feel my feet
Being swallowed up
And so the cycle begins
wassilent snow resting therewas1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
I breathe in your scent
All at once
It is the trace element
It is the lingering shadow of yesterday
Of spent hours
That fled into eternity
In their wake the Universe expands
From Christ who was
In the Beginning
Please forgive me Please forgive my broken heart,Please forgive me 5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
as it shatters like ice. Forgive my
as I act the the pain dose not exist.
Please forgive my as I yell and shout,
please do not go, forgive me as my tears
fill the sidewalk like a river. Please forgive
me as everything I believed he shattered with
Father and SonThe two shadows sit on the river bank.Father and Son6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The tip of the father’s rod bends from a bite.
He hooks the fish then hands the rod
to his young son and he reels it in.
He smiles from ear to ear
as the fish flops around in his hands.
The father just laughs
as the fish falls back in the water.
The son looks down and starts to cry.
The father just casts out again.
In a few seconds he has another fish
and the son reels it in again.
Writing test - Afternoon skyGolden sky realities hold hands over my soul, sliding their fingers through my heart, starlight clocks beating like toy soldier drums. Night swoops around me, like mountain rapids smashing their way into spring. The lid is closed on my jar, yet still I patiently wait, like a fly pausing for a spider.Writing test - Afternoon sky6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Somehow, my heart is soaring, a silver weather balloon on a moonlight scattered evening. Freedom is most certainly beyond even the merest brush of my fingers, but close enough that it can ignite me with a flame of hope and a scent of happiness. And the clouds flutter past, beautiful and lonely, reminding me that I am lost.
Senses and sensualitySMELL - instinctsSenses and sensuality3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
follow the trails of succulent meat that has left its piss on the grass
into the cave reeking of warm sweat and rotting entrails
sweet scents between your fingers as flowers are crushed by running paws
and rain in your fur and the green fur of the sleeping mother
a sudden jolt of insane desire
there has been a female here before
stories are in the wind and in the little recesses of the rocks
but as you grow up they will fade away
TOUCH - dreams
her side was wet and her tongue was dry then warmth turned into cold
the ground scraped my feet and the bark felt rough and she was hard
and turned soft again and then shrank into the ground
then the world was white and cold and slippery
and he was heavy and huge and painful on my back
then i swelled and everything hurt
and she was wet and crawling on me and sucking
but her teeth were sharp needles so i threw her
and in a warm soft spot i went to sleep
TASTE - needs
burning fire and the sweetness of rotting grain fragrant on my
A Hundren Men A Hundred GravesOn diamond sands by moonlit shore,A Hundren Men A Hundred Graves2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
held by fingers of rippled waves,
Sleeps the ship of Spanish lore.
a hundred men a hundred graves.
Hollow canyons of reddened earth,
wondering ghosts of ancient braves.
dust swept ruins of sacred birth,
a hundred men a hundred graves.
Hidden weeds of southern plains,
lay the fields of early slaves.
The morning dew on rustic chains,
a hundred men a hundred graves
Above the pale and ivory stones,
a wind worn banner gently waves.
below the unknown soldiers bones,
a hundred men a hundred graves.
a hundred men a hundred graves.
Machine WindWind tip-tapping againstMachine Wind2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
desperate to attract attention,
off desolate rooftops
where there's no blue skies
but the lingering pollution of
The wind infers longing, where they once worked,
sweeping each corner in search of their presence
or past existence, a distance too far
of just what happened and why now absent.
Still tipping and raising the alarm,
there must be someone there-
a twisted gust takes one more lap of hope.
no more than hope.
Love Letter to the Full MoonWill you let me drink you in this soft spring nightLove Letter to the Full Moon2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a paper cup of cool water to wash my face with
and run through my hands, clean as warm cotton,
or a butterfly burst fresh from its chrysalis?
Will you let me be your new beginning like an open book
and a new voice, one that makes you shimmer
with the street lamps and fireflies blinking messages
telling you you’re a convergence of worlds?
Will you let me gently bring you down, seduce you
with words on paper fans and feather kisses,
or will you politely decline and simply be the light,
friendly and powerful, that serves to guide me home?
arctic paradoxArctic paradoxarctic paradox1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking in the
weight of footfalls
on frozen ground.
A razor sharp
searing pale skin.
Cypress KneesOh but he does not understand!Cypress Knees1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see dragons and lovers in the firmament,
The plight of warriors and cache lace
In the tresses of Amazonian trees
Those eyes do not behold the people
Reaching out in cypress knees
Clutching their children to their breasts and carrying burdens!
He does not catch the devilish intentions in the sidelong smirk
Of the bearded old man bowed by his walk
Bearing mischiefs of his youth
Nor the erotic way vines clutch tight
To its earthen mistress as though she will soon uproot and leave
Instead, he stands in front of the empty glass
And describes his eyes simply as brown
Where I find cinnamon and kindness
No, he does not behold any of it
But side by side, in path, we find dimension
And I find his vision perfect.
Clouds Are ScaryWhen you look at it in a certain light,Clouds Are Scary1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Clouds can be pretty terrifying.
Some of the prettiest clouds...
...can pack horrifying storms.
My TreeMy tree is not special,My Tree1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just a shrub in a dry barren land,
Perhaps that makes it unique-
It is just a tree,
Boughs raised to the sky praising God,
Roots knotted and humble digging the dirt for water,
My tree is not special…
It is not my tree –
Just some random tree I pass by every day,
Day in day out – shade for sheep and a lonely shepherd,
They build beside it and I fear they will cut my tree down…
But it is not my tree…
My tree is special you see-
For it is not my tree…
But it has somehow become a unique piece of me.
The SunHe strode there upon the horizonThe Sun1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
and beckoned back to me
before he passed on beyond
what perception allowed me to see.
There was no hindrance between us,
I followed in his step
but fell side to side again and again
never quite reaching the place where he leapt
DandelionI am as soft as silkDandelion1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
And as white as milk
I soar in the sky
As high as a fly
I dance with glee
Since I am free
I drift down below
So I can now grow
RAIN OR FIRERain falls heavily on the earthRAIN OR FIRE1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fire burns hot in the fields
Rain floods, fire destroys
Both ending the hope of rebirth
Rain can make everything grow
But fire has such a beautiful glow
Which shall be more appraised?
The fire that burned, or the rain that fell
The Fall to Obscurity RebirthedThis is the time of yearThe Fall to Obscurity Rebirthed2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
When summer's burning light
Is soothed by a pre-winter breeze...
It starts with green, of life,
But also of deceit,
Covering the undoings of character.
Doubt and misery
Darkness and mistake
Weak is yellow
With its parasitic ways
Leaching the courage you thought you possessed,
Leaving only emptiness.
The sunset is orange, a dying day.
The failure of fire,
Hoping against hope for a better tomorrow.
Red is the cause of sacrifice and pain.
Ruthless and remorseless
An iron will to survive. To be the last to die.
The freshly spilt blood, once invisible,
Is now displayed in brown.
As leaves complete
Their twisted flight down.
As their voices are drowned.
Come winter, all will be numbed by white.
The fallen will be forgotten.
Come spring, what lay below
Will nourish a new false hope.
The Color PlaidThe roses were redThe Color Plaid1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
The violets were blue
The dandelions, a yellow
The dirt, a strange hue
(But the color plaid, I could not find.)
The Grand Canyon had an assortment
The Ural Mountains remained gray
Antarctica was not worth the investment
The Coral Reef was gay
(Does plaid exist if I cannot see it?)
I looked with a bumble bee
Ultraviolet colors they see
I looked with a flea
Our red spectrum did not agree
(I think I am chasing rainbows.)
I looked in Alaska and Nebraska
Liberia, Algeria, Nigeria, Siberia
Daytona, Ramona, Barcelona, Arizona
Casablanca and even Sri Lanka
(Perhaps, plaid was instead a colour.)
I asked Plato
I asked Comte
(I am looking in the wrong places; I'll start with 'Composition 10'.)
I considered granularity
The differences in energy levels
In electrons around atoms
All the theoretical possibilities
(How many physicists does it take to turn on a light bulb?)
I asked my professor
And he shooed me away
I phoned my mother
And she told me:
Serenade of SpringSerenade of SpringSerenade of Spring2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
By Amanda Michaud
The final days of winter begin to wane as the earth prepares for
Another seasonal serenade.
Storm clouds gather quietly over the snow-covered lands.
Lightning flashes across the gray skies extending their electrical hands.
The drumming of great thunder claps sound off in the distance.
Raindrops of ethereal grace fall gently upon the cold ground.
With these warm storms the promise of green life shall abound.
Spring’s tears awaken the slumbering seeds deep beneath the soil
Beckoning their growth with an ancient tune.
Once the rain has cleared, the rays of the sun harmonizes with the
Flow of nature.
In quiet pianissimos flowers, shrubs, and trees of all varieties bloom.
The chirping of birds soon pierces the grey gloom.
Frozen lakes and rivers thaw in heightening crescendos.
Roaring falls from mountains tall carry the nutrients of life’s cycle.
Herds of deer and elk once again prance about the evergreen meadows.
Soft fluttering of bu
Winters BlightWinter's blight has touched the land,Winters Blight1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Weaving tendrils of her icy hair,
To destroy all that is left in her hand,
As she pulls the warmth from the ground.
Her icicle nails scrape across glass,
Leaving marks upon the surface,
We stay and wait for her to pass,
Sure this cold will never last.
She screams and howls with the wind,
Trying to take our warmth from us,
We huddle together and will not bend,
Survive we must against her hand.
Modern SlaveryDesperate, poor souls,Modern Slavery1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Living in uncertainty,
In search of hope,
Deceived by the treacherous and the cruel,
With false promises,
Taken from their loved ones,
Thrust to a world of suffering,
Knowing only pain,
Their screams of agony silenced,
Their pleas for help ignored,
Suffering in solitude
With no one to hear,
SunriseHow bright the golden stars shine tonightSunrise1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lighting up the air
The moon a big crescent of light
You take a moment to stare
You look at the darkness around you
Like a shadow, blocking your view
The sound of crickets chirping
Makes your soul feel renewed
Out in the darkness you lie back and wait
As a bright light cracks through the horizon
And the sun rises like a big ball of fire
Seeming to burn everything in its way
The starlight soon vanishes
Consumed by the light
And the crickets stop chirping at once
Everything becomes very still and quiet
As the sun rises once more