The lady of gravecolored fingersThe nightmare causedThe lady of gravecolored fingers3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
the alarms to jump in shiver
and you laugh as you leap off my window
sun gagged and tied behind
your plumbeous fashion of choice.
Not a funny way
to get punted
into the routine
you mud faced metal.
mere existencehow can we findmere existence2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
such things like
so fragile to us
when the earth
will spit us out
into that vast blue,
and all it did
Chasing GoldDeep in the wealdChasing Gold1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the wild river crankles
and forgets the slip of your name
on its heavy, harsh breaths,
I trace callous-chiseled fingers
across the tomentum paths
of an early-ripening skeg
and watch the sun chase chrysography
across leaves shivering
with the weight of new beginnings.
Moon.Moving across the night skyMoon.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days go by
Change the shape
Many beings call you theirs
Many gods represent you
Mostly female deities
With a male deity or two thrown in
Just to cause confusion
Your light is stolen
From your brother or sister sun
Soft is that light that we can see other suns
That shine for us as stars
Colours you change
Depending on the time of year
Or what is happening in the sky
The ever changing moon
AyePoWriMo, x)and on that floppyAyePoWriMo, x)2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
was the quaternary code
of a life
and its little glitches:
personality, hair, eyes,
told in the bleeps of
adenine. thymine. cytosine. guanine.
a pinch of uracil.
watch it download down
to the codex of beginnings,
to a blooming (0,0)
Open the WindowI love when you open the windowOpen the Window2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
On those rare spring days, sprinkled within the lingering winter cold.
I love how the sunlight
Plays against the mosquito net,
And the tree outside our house,
The lagoon of cool shadow where the lower leaves are,
And the golden leaves at the top,
Filtering the light.
If I opened the mosquito net
And stuck my hand outside,
The warm breeze would hug my arm,
And the sun would tan my skin and tickle my nose.
I listen to the birds
Through the open window,
And inhale the scent of grass, feel the air brush against my cheek,
Beckoning me to come outside.
And I wonder what it would be like to join them
In this rare and lovely day of spring.
OxygenMy dear-Oxygen2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
you sustain me.
Without you, I would die
a slow and grueling death.
In fact, you
sustain the whole world
and that is amazing.
why do you leave me when I run
or when I am afraid?
Please stay and sustain me.
I know you're there
because I'm still here.
You are known to erupt
into flames at your purest form, but
mixed with stable things,
you sustain life.
I wish I could give you more praise
instead of constantly forgetting you
since you're always there.
I need you for all my life after all.
Falling through Summer SkyrainFalling through Summer Sky1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
so does love to fall
that float in silence
flora - fauna
with so much colour
touched by sunlight
that they become
something more than
paradise.butterflies float on summer breezes;paradise.3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
carried by soaring spirits
on their way to heaven.
crystal skies harbor the
wishes of a single child,
shining brightly when the
dark closes in and the sea
turns to silvered glass.
A Singing Face Without a MouthmarchA Singing Face Without a Mouth2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Day 4I flowDay 43 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
With the cycles of
Day and night
Soar and glide
In the sky
Like a feather
EntropyAnd the universe gave its last breath—Entropy2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heaving and dry,
Raspy with age and dusk,
Coughing and dreadful,
Viscous with celestial tar
As the dimmest of lights
Drank in the blackness
A gossamer curtain),
Choked on the void,
Collapsed in on itself:
The final cataclysm.
And in one dissipated wail
The universe gave its last breath—
(Nothingness or rebirth?)
Ich willIch will vom Winter schreiben, vom ewigen Schnee,Ich will2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
wo Winde Flocken Federn-gleich den flüggen Vögeln
über die Flächen treiben.
Ich will vom Warten schreiben, der spiegelnden See,
wo nur ein Augenblick in Stille zerfällt
und wir gefroren stehn, in starrender Welt.
Ich will vom Hunger schreiben, von Rippe und Fell.
Schabender Schneegeruch auf spannenden Lefzen.
Vom endlosen Suchen, dann: Hasenschnell
Schnauze an stiebendem Boden, gehecheltes Hetzen.
Ich will vom Winter schreiben,
vom Harren der Dinge
Es ist dein Warten, dein Hunger,
den ich hier besinge.
Und birst dein Winterkleid in Scherbensplitter
Mein Zeichen kleidet dich in Rauhreifseiden
Strahlt über uns das Nordlichtergewitter
Bis ich die Schleier heb, dich auszuweiden.
My Stars (16/30)They arrive,My Stars (16/30)1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
One by one
Like pinpricks in a great voilet curtian;
if anyone else watches,
Stopping their helter-skelter worlds to see
Or is it just me?
Alone with them...
Dancing for the whole universe to see
Just for me.
Beautiful Rain Beautiful RainBeautiful Rain 5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Rain, beautiful rain
How cool your air is when you hit against my face
The clouds, the fog, they have come and gone
Farewell, my beautiful rain
PolinateOh! Why not my Bee, not even for mePolinate5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Will you stay to aid in quenching mine need!
I doth say, to my dismay
You turned tail, and ran away...
This rose alone among the bush
Shoved away by the sister's push,
Left like a weed to grow old and feed
Obscured from daylight
The Cinderella of the night
But without mine Prince Bee
Thee to rescue me
...am ready to take the march of Fall
For a rose with no love
Has love for no life at all.
La esperanza de las estrellasLas estrellasLa esperanza de las estrellas3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sick of the whole damn thing I'm sick of the whole damnSick of the whole damn thing 5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
thing. The way I feel when your,
around, the way I feel, when you not.
I'm sick, of holding in my tears, and anger.
I'm sick of this pain that I feel every time I
breathe, and the way my heart feel every morning
I wake up. And I'm sick of life, the wanting, the need,
the caring, the thinking
Random Poems Set 1I am born on the start of the autumn breezeRandom Poems Set 18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the flowers shy away
and made room for the ice to stay
calling my heart a home.
the winter fallen, yet rose it's splendor
the ice yet creating beauty within
it's transparant shell, it's sinking in
the heart where there is an open door
BEN x Depressed!Reader 16BEN x Depressed!Reader 164 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
"BANDIT!!!!!" I screamed.
I know exactly who took her. I know exactly where to find him. I know exactly where to find her. I will get my revenge this time.
"Bandit!" I yell when I get to the warehouse.
Bandit was sitting in the moonlight and I rushed over to her. A tendril wrapped around my ankle and caused me to fall down. It held me down as Ryan approached me, picking up Bandit in the midst of it. A laugh came from him.
"Well, looks like my revenge is complete." Ryan said.
"What did I ever do to you?" I yell.
"You broke my heart into pieces, now I'll do the same."
Bandit cried and reached out towards me. I tried to crawl away but the tendrils from Smexy were holding me down.
"Why are you doing this?" I yell.
"Because I'm getting paid." Smexy's gripped only tightened with his answer.
"Who are you even working for Ryan?" I asked.
"Someone above you that's for sure." He answered.
Suddenly the world went dark and I was being dragged by someone to somewhere. When I was conscious again I w
3. Light3. Light1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
It arrives star struck Illuminati of the universe.
Bearing the gift of life while denying us the past.
Teasing Herschel images a transient reminder,
it's here and then it's gone.
A Very Sad StoryIt was yesterday.A Very Sad Story3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was a mood of pain.
The sky was dark
And cold, before the rain.
The gloomy wind,
Was moving very slow...
The birds were quiet
Did they also know?
I was looking,
Looking deep to the sky,
And I wondered,
Can pain touch that high?
A knew it was time,
To let everything out.
And when the sky knew that too,
It cried out loud.