we who are wearywe who were afraid of those dim evenings,we who are weary4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
homesick for the soft rains which were
are uncertain again of
the waning stroke of the moon.
we who embrace the wicked
leave the seasons to maneuver themselves
and wind into each other,
sure of their graceful oblivion.
we who are weary descend,
following our fingers as they are rising,
the thick air before it can kill,
we who were once war personified,
warn them of our great coming.
and we shall not run,
Winter PoemThe snow is fallingWinter Poem6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Covering the ground in white fluff
Cold but quiet
Beautiful and soothing
Snuggling with loved one
Drinking hot cocoa by the window
Decorating the tree with the kids
Having dinner with family on Christmas eve
Wishes being fulfilled on Christmas day
World peace for a 24-hour time
Children playing in the cotton white ground
Opening gifts and sharing sweets
Sitting by the fire
Dog sleeping by your side
By the window side
"Winter time is beautiful"
I think as I kiss my Katy
"I love you all my friends"
I say as I hug Lillian
Winter ComethA fortnight since the last rainWinter Cometh1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been only snow since then
Since Winter unsheathed her shine-sleek spear
And thrusted it into the earth below,
And shook her to the core, with fits and shivers
The permafrost-bound plants- they beg for release,
But they faint, to awaken in the spring.
A fortnight, it's been, since the reign of the Sun,
Her Eyes gazing over our land,
But since then, the ice steals the light from souls
Weary travelers lost in the desert of Winter's Wrath.
Unending dunes of glaciers on land.
Their chipped claws lie scattered atop the frozen green.
A fortnight, it's been, since those summer days were lost
We feel no more pain, for we know nothing else.
We are damned to die, within this glacial prison.
There is no salvation, inside or out.
Even our goddess- who dances across the sky by day-
Sleeps beneath a cover of darkness, and will do so forever.
Winter cometh to strike us again
Goodbye, my children.
Goodbye, my friends.
We are the last of our kind,
Locked away in t
In This Little MicrocosmIn This Little Microcosm2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this little microcosm
a world of patterns exist
Water and sand collide, creating intricate forms.
Some smooth and long, others tight.
Parts of the earth, stronger and fixed,
splays playground about which to caper.
Daily, at first moon's signal,
water rushes in, at times in torrent, by others, caress.
Each day's forces create their own patterns,
in deference to this fluid and complex dance.
Then, at second moon's signal,
water retreats, as sand becomes calm and nestled,
spiriting away particles to mix for return,
whilst lingering dampness absorbs.
How would water know complexity without sand's presence?
The contrast of murkiness and clarity?
How would sand refine and nourish life
without the movement of water?
And of the stone...
What would the water flow around and over?
What sensation would exist,
to define the water's dexterous nature against its solid lover?
And the stone, without water,
would never know smooth form,
nor polished finish, born of time and persistence,
nor wet reli
january, the last moonbase-frontier of 2014The fatigue-factoriesjanuary, the last moonbase-frontier of 20144 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
for the holidays,
into light, casual clouds.
It's two weeks of middling sleep,
a lucidity in calm.
I'll read Kushner and Heany,
rest like the pigeon guards
snoozing in the peaceful night
when morning, their branch-goblet
capturing the arctic infinity
of moisture above.
The moon, shining,
Life of mist / Viata din ceataEnglish:Life of mist / Viata din ceata3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the life of mist
its silentious murmur
the breath that dances
in illuminated patches
The corner of urban disconnection
It's a bird's flight
Within the life of mist
That surrounds us
Here, we are everywhere,
We sway in the mist
We are a universe,
With suns that dance
With us, fireflies,
Hyperactivity in the bones
Because we see
The life of mist
Vad viata din ceata
Suflarea ce danseaza
In bucati de lumina
Coltul deconectarii urbane
E zbor de pasari,
Transa ce mangaie
In viata cetii
Ce ne invaluie
Aici, suntem peste tot,
Ne leganam in ceata
Suntem un univers
Cu sori ce danseaza
Cu noi, licurici,
Hiperactivitate in oase
Pentru ca vedem
Viata din ceata
Paper CranesTo take to the starsPaper Cranes4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
On weightless wings of gilded trees
That never fail
And never cease;
A rapid continuum of beauty,
Dusk’s rays diffusing through the firmament
Bringing cerulean licked midnight greys on crest.
Twinkling eyes to light their predestined path
Blinking only when a cloud passes by.
They shiver and twitch…
The metal hands of tinkerous man
Wrapped lovingly around their fragility.
The room is seeping with anticipation
When placed one by one on the sill.
They shiver and twitch…
Wings bend on delicate creases
Testing limitations with quick mischievous flaps
The moon casts her spell on the windowsill
Luring in the essence
Illuminating the thousand works of art
Before they rise into the expectant night
To take to the stars
There May Be Hope for Us Yet.Through candle lights and the sound of stringsThere May Be Hope for Us Yet.2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see the world evolve in all of its glories,
It remains complex and clean, pristine
It shines through ages of metal, and the mountains stand tall
Rivers of golden light
They chuckle and cluck, as the soft stones that slumber underneath
tickle their toes
The sand between my fingers
Ashes of civilizations long past
They still war with hatred as ancient as the sky
Tides of battle become sand, in time.
All of that is long gone, it seems
For humanity has taken its last steps among the soil
Mothers of sand, Fathers of ash, and Children of the dust
They all disappear in a moment
A twinkle of a distant star
An everlasting spectacular glow upon all the lands
And, to think, nature can resume...
There may be Hope for us yet.
below the treelinein mountain chill, immobilebelow the treeline5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath scattered night-blown clouds -
i see hundreds of evergreen trees
like attentive dark arrows, aiming
straining toward a full moon
they appear unified in readiness -
perhaps to pursue a place
less despoiled by... Us?
llp - dA - dec2014
Scavenge carrion fowlScavenge 5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
darkness in contrast
drifting on currents
gliding with ease
spiraling with grace
rustle of feathers
vying for a meal
over one which had its last
Acknowledge its transformation...acknowledge its transformation as painful or transforming experience.Indeed the loss of that which we love and hold dear is emotionally painful for us, but to those we lose in my case. Are they not in a better place, and therefore my pain a selfishly misdirected affect of a natural course of evolution The bigger picture has a positive effect on our loved ones?The Point is being finding the positive perspective Or silver lining in any situation, is the only wise, productive, and beneficial solution Thus enlightenment is an effect of our evolution, gained relative to ones awareness and perspective.Some are quickly forged with intense heat, some are slowly molded by the personal flames of a moderate perspective, and some melt into the smelt of indifference due to their blind and careless ambitions . Our fate has never changed, evolve or perish, the choice is an individual one with global social affects...Acknowledge its transformation...3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
A freckled windowThe sun skips,A freckled window3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
over the many rooftops
with all the abandonment of a bouncing football
in a Friday afternoon,
a blonde child
hopping here and there
and the billion old stringy crones
left to skies unknown
makeup on the streets and the buildings.
A happy child with a camera
the sun slowly but steadily
hops all over the nation and the continent
but only here
here in this city
here in this neighborhood
here in this building
a shy window squeaks shyingly while
her face makes little rainbows flower up
as the cheerful gold hands wave by
in an infinite cascade of overeager hellos.
DandelionAnd with that morningDandelion4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the second day of winter,
she looked out her window
at the bare and leaf-less
She stood up (slightly shivering),
put on her red coat and mittens
and opened the door,
letting in a chilly, fresh
Then she fastened her yellow boots
(for the floor was quite slippery),
and wrapped her white scarf
around her neck,
ready to go out.
She trod over the white surface,
and, at last, bent down to
pick up a pretty, white dandellion
(the only source of life left from autumn)
which from under a tree had
Holding it in her cold hands
(even though she wore thick, wool mittens),
she inspected every inch of it,
then wished that winter would end sooner,
awaiting the warm,
And just when she
was about to blow it,
a cold gust of wind passed right by her,
and blew, from very her own hands,
RedThe wool scarf wrapsRed1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Around his slender neck,
Its color complimenting the
Rosy hue of his arched cheeks
And scarlet glow of his
Fingers have been dipped in
This time of year.
Cherries bloom beneath his
So elegantly planted at the tips
Of his slight digits,
Usually found skating across the
Keys of a piano
Like dancers on the frozen lake,
Now casually submerged
In the fur-lined depths of his
The wind's teeth do not
Instead, he stands tall
Like the steady light of a
His chin displayed proudly above
The folds of his handwoven
Daring nature's needle-pointed maw
To dig in and take a shot at us,
He in his corduroys
And I in my crimson
We look like tulips.
Poking out from the gentle
Drifts of white,
We find that it is not spring
Like we once thought,
But a much harsher season.
His favorite season.
I can tell by the way his
Bow-shaped lips curve
As he watches the flakes
Drift past his flushed face
The colours of WinterWhite lights drifting downThe colours of Winter1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into a world filled with blue chill
Where whitely steaming brown
And red crackling warmth
Brings pink happiness
To faces which want no more grey
WolvesWolvesWolves3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yipping and leaping
Thick fur gleaming
They stride, tall and powerful
Glowing with pride
Never to flee
Never to hide
Free and wild
To roam as they please
From pup to adult
Beautiful out, and in
Loud and clear
Voices raised high
An orchestra of emotion
From the young and old
As their voices fade out
They set forward again
Not one left behind
Not one abandoned
To follow in step
To find a new home
For the time to come.
//Most people think I'm stupid and annoying, but I love poetry and writing and drawing... I show this to my friend at school, well the one I wrote before my phone was taken and she said, "Girl! This is good!~" I honestly want to know, I this a good poem, or was she being nice?
Queen-Anne's-LaceTiny interweaving flowers, filtering sunlightQueen-Anne's-Lace4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dirty-white, a mirror image of their namesake
Resting in the summer, gracing the fields
Mice grooming their fur under the stems
Crows dipping their beaks in the flower's shade
They reach toward the sky, proud and regal
Bees buzz in the puzzles that are the petals
No livestock dare disturb its beauty
Children struggle to tear it from the earth
And bring it home as a gift for their mothers
Tilting toward the sun, soaking up the rays
Green stems stand out from the dried-up grass
Buds curl up with spikes branching out
Clusters of stiff blooms group and overlap in a graceful dance
Tough enough to withstand the drought
Tender enough for a maiden's touch
Announcing Spring's return after Winter
Seeing Summer throughout the heat, the trampling feet
Fuzz on the base tickles wandering fingers
Pressed and dried, willing to preserve the years
Dark lights, Bright nightsBlack and white,Dark lights, Bright nights6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two very distinct colors,
Black and white,
Two very plain differences,
Black and white,
The basis of day and night.
Day and night,
The realms of good and evil,
Day and night,
A time change from sleep to flight,
Day and night,
Take me to the stars.
So many yet so far,
Dark open space littered with beautiful galactic waste.
Lyrical enumerationThe sky is painted in the spring.Lyrical enumeration10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Violet tones, as though, in March.
It's just thaw.
Mountains of books and notebooks.
Fragile towers of formulas.
The snow has melted, as in "Eugene Onegin".
But this is only the thaw.
Dense clouds and transparent clouds.
The last autumn leaves on a grey snow.
Shake my tree-tops,
And crows squawking
Rude and suspicious.
Tea-Party IntruderCameos, pale, ladies laughing, they swayTea-Party Intruder1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Roses, bright, vases standing, they sit
Screams, cut, people alerted, they panic
Flames, glow, consuming air, they dance
Teacups, intricate, falling down, they shatter
Dresses, voluminous, dragging hems, they tear
Gardens, blow, greeting ladies, they whisper
Wigs, disturbed, falling sideways, they lean
Nighttime, dusk, flames die, they extinguish
Shell, empty, black soot, it lays
Murmurs, silent, old men, they gossip
Manor, burnt, pathetic state, it smokes
Why is Snow WhiteWhy is snow White?Why is Snow White2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say it reflects everything and it has no color
But what if snow forgot what color it was supposed to be
What if it is not one color
What if it many
I colossal rainbow that shone in many brilliance
Why must their not be color
Why not harness color like a spectrum
Be the rainbow not a singularity
But maybe the reason snow forgot what color it's supposed to be
So no one will judge
Only look in awe when it lightly falls down like stars
Lost in YouBeautiful. My mind is a canvas to which you paint your picture; your words are a new aesthetic. Bringing color to blindness and purpose to Pain. To which without, i will surely wander... lost in your portrait forever.Lost in You2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
UntitledTHE TAINTED GOLDUntitled3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The drifting breath, white in whisp bows way, for the waning light, providing the concept of beauty and capturing the sun's shine, the son of the earth, laughing at its power, conceals the sky, the sky kisses it head to toe, blue and gray it hides the glowing eerier shack of home and house. the occasional automobile takes the show, with a lovely hum of love. in respect, i watch from peak to sky, holding yet back forth my will to howl. wolf and i free to view, beauty yet, moss chains feet firm, bounding them to cold stone, like prison cells. not a sound dare disturb the grim peace of silent night, the cliff I perch wields class over the trees, and yet no blessings sky has placed, cliff or ground but wain, this tainted gold shines on I, trembling my stern soul, with entrancing grace. its morbid nature displays a sense of morn, and a drip of innocent grief that awes ones interest and sets them at peace.