AlaudidaeLittle Lark,Alaudidae1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon trembles with your wing beats.
Do not let the wolves whittle lies
into your hallowed bones, for you
were never miniscule. You are
centimeters contorting into meters,
minute millimeters morphing
into a colossal kilometer.
Your shadow prowls the hunting grounds,
but you are no killer. Kind hearted
birds are more than powerless prey.
Loveliest Lark, surround yourself
with temperate touches and
weave wonder into those you come across.
And while white fireflies blink
in their lighthouse language,
know that there is hope slung
beneath your fluttering feathers.
Love Me Like the SnowfallLove me, gently, like the snowLove Me Like the Snowfall1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
As it cascades over the world
Sweetly, softly, decorating the Earth in white
Possessing me, caressing me
Love me, sweetly, like the snowflakes
As they dance and whirl through the air
As they blanket the world in cold
And wrap me in their embrace
Love me, intensely, like the raging blizzard
Drowning the soil in winter’s grip
Withering the flora to brown and gray
Sweeping the land’s harvest away
Love me, peacefully, like the snowfall
Stroking my skin with tender care
Beckoning me to peaceful sleep
Filling my soul with calm content
And I promise to love you back
we who are wearywe who were afraid of those dim evenings,we who are weary6 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,
Snow's GripWatch the world narrow,Snow's Grip1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
To a field of white,
Nothing to be seen,
But the snow's tight grip,
The color fades,
To shades of gray,
And the white, white glow,
Of a field of snow.
Autumn ThrenodyIt is quarter to winter.Autumn Threnody1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is my elegy to
the paint-chipped steps
and autumn crowns.
To invisible breaths
across the yard and back.
I mourn the loss of Scorpius,
but welcome Orion.
I hang my August words
and trade my voice for frost.
This is the death of back-porch nights,
the barefoot gait,
Soar AwayClouds broodingSoar Away1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I soar away
TimeWe live by itTime1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
The infinite lives in it, nothing can stop him
We are like slaves who live only for the happiness of the Lord
We can not escape reality, we live and die by it
Every second is a second lost less in our lives
Every little moment is golden because it is a moment that does not return
Time is a cruel master, immortal and infinite
This killing us every moment
You can not escape us, not in the choice
We are obliged to live knowing that we only have a future
And that makes it worth life
The only certainty we have is the only reason that life itself
For without this, that grace existed in living
We would be world time for nothing
We'd live like fools and idiots who do nothing to be remembered
Who do nothing for recognition
january, the last moonbase of 2014The fatigue-factoriesjanuary, the last moonbase of 20142 days 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,
RainI feel the rainRain3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Prickling and cooling
Like a rush of life
Through my body
My cells scream
Drowning in the awakening
Hair and clothes
And lips part in a
Quintessence of sky
Filtered in clouds
Sewing my being
As my feet turn into
Through the PrismsWhite light shoots through the shaped glass,Through the Prisms1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
breaking free as a rainbow torrent on the other side.
The rainbow goes through a second prism,
returning to its fair luminous form.
We are the spectrum manifested.
We fell through the prism and became
colored incarnations of the light.
Each connected since the beginning
and until the end.
When our time to leave comes,
we will go through the second prism
and we will return, return to purity.
Winter PoemThe snow is fallingWinter Poem1 week 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
Spider on pianoLimbs like stringsSpider on piano2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
chattering across the concert page,
mistaking notes for flies:
did you make webs between
the jazz, the chords,
the black prisms?
When your body blushes
the same oak colour
as this piano,
a mahogany chromatic scale
going back to the web,
I wonder if you mistake
every vibration from this
for food. Like the composers did.
In This Little MicrocosmIn This Little Microcosm4 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
claritydecember, decemberclarity3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a cold high, imperishable
a truce, i call, with a red flag
white is for winter, after
all, and is an echo the best
we can do?
the frost sings kerouac blues.
too cold for baptism, we are only
in summer, haunting birthplaces
but in the dark half of the year
we hunt queens, running cluttered
corpse favours in the dead
of winter we've got
months to go. clutch
your cinder crucifix. the nights
are getting longer in every sense
of the phrase. and now! they
re a c h o u t
as far as you can without breaking.
here, it is dark. here, it is cold. here,
we are small and bright
by necessity. a few hours yet, and
there. the home stretch, longer
than the path here,
drenched in autumn.
the leaves have fallen. the nights
have reached their zenith.
o, ye of little faith! see--
the light comes back now.
the sun ha
My green heart would burnMy green heart would burn,My green heart would burn3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a few coins and a warm meal of shared graces
Its’ auburn rivers cease their wandering
For the counting of them, and the writing of their names;
Its’ solemn long-limbed cells, sold, stripped and sawed
To suture deep cuts between two silken brows
A multitude of murmuring hush, to unbind
The heartstrings that connect, constrain and contain us.
Wolf TrailA pair of eyesWolf Trail2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the darkness
of the night.
He has taken
through the forest.
in the thicket
and under cover of the trees,
he sneaks up.
He persists ...
does someone catch sight
Why has he
left his pack?
Why does he sneak
through the forests?
They tell of times
He was weak -
at that time,
too weak to hunt,
too weak to protect.
The weak are
So, he was
he has been passing alone
through the forests,
has been oberserving
has been dreaming ...
he turns away,
in the darkness
of the forest.
On the ground,
remains behind ...
by the moonlight ...
The tear of the wolf.
Scale Splotched (DFC 2014)In curling branches, frayed red ribbon blows;Scale Splotched (DFC 2014)1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
splotchy scales in dark pond slip out of sight.
In night-painted sky, only the moon knows
owls watch, hooting calls--fish in soft light.
Twitching long feathers, they fall one by one;
snatching quick breakfast, owls on the run.
Red ribbon above pond, empty in sun.
The aftermath of the snow stormCovered in layers of feathersThe aftermath of the snow storm2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beneath piles of sugary snow
A lonely bird flaps its wings
Cold and all alone
The river keeps on flowing
Shallow footsteps mark the snow
The chilly breeze continues its race
One moment and then it's gone
The Sun is already setting
Soon the stars will light up the sky
May the breeze keep its steady flow
Fly, lonely bird, fly
circulationmaple leaves look too much likecirculation3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
hands, but it's impossible
for me to tell if their veins are
more easily broken
everything is a metaphor
when one tries too hard to decipher
(your tears are oceanic,
my heart is a war drum when i near you,
the whisper of fire
sounds no different than
a mother shushing her babe asleep)
Mawile, Braixen and Kirlia bound! What do you do!?Suggested by :iconScytherScizor:Mawile, Braixen and Kirlia bound! What do you do!?3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
You were in a city, walking while minding your own business in the middle of the night until you hear three muffled screams that came from a alley. You began to run to the sounds and came upon three female Pokemon tied up.
The three is Mawile, Braixen and Kirlia with a OTM gag and they all are blindfolded. They were all struggling and screaming inside their gag. Very soon, you hear someone talking and went to that direction. It was a male Toxicroak and a male Dusknoir who are the captors.
You went back to the three and you…
A: Free them.
B: Free them and ask them to get to your house.
C: Have “fun” with them.
D: Take Braixen to your house as a pet/slave.
E: Take Kirlia to your house as a pet/slave.
F: Take Mawile to your house as a pet/slave.
G: Submit to the Toxicroak and the Dusknoir.
H: Teach the Toxicroak and the Dusknoir a lesson.
J: Anything else on your mind.
Life of mist / Viata din ceataEnglish:Life of mist / Viata din ceata6 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