overcastcold water reignsovercast1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
a rain-drenched moor
of crocus buds and
i fall with the rain,
whispering of fickle
fears to the earth.
folding in and over
safe havens under
a hollow netted sky,
i drift like needles
sewn in delicate footsteps
through silken-still air
as i pine, pine, pine.
Itty Bitty Creepy CrawliesItty bitty creepy crawlies,Itty Bitty Creepy Crawlies2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
creeping along the ground.
See them, no,
feel them, yes,
as they creep around on eight toes.
Itty bitty creepy crawlies,
creeping along the ground.
Watch them climb,
watch them fly,
along their silken threads.
Itty bitty creepy crawlies,
creeping along the ground.
Watch them feed,
with a desperate need,
inside their silken homes.
Itty bitty creepy crawlies,
creeping along the ground,
They come to say hello,
up your arm, down your spine,
then they say, good day.
October GardenMy garden rambles through old vine tanglesOctober Garden3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Autumn ambles down afternoon's angles
Thorny brambles the old gate wrangles
Herbs in shambles, leaf-fall spangles
Waning GibbousMisty-mouthed,Waning Gibbous2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
staring at a pearl on velvet,
softly cradled over
the burnt-sienna maples,
the moon lies tilted sideways
unaware of the girl
contemplating craters and whether or not
they look like a woman's face
or a child idly dancing
on ground that remembers all footprints.
equinoxthese days Autumn stands with crossed armsequinox1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
and a hunched back, branches bending to braid
her auburn hair, toes curled around dry leaves
and withered roots.
she's tried to call me a few times,
tried to water the traces left over from
thinks a reconciliation can happen out of
stems and petals.
13 missed calls: one for every day
she's been back in town.
her stance used to be wide; feet apart,
arms spread to the sides, smile aimed
towards the sky-
her smile aimed towards me.
i go to the park every day and see her hanging
upside down from the trees, scratches etched
all over her arms.
i trace the ones coating my own skin,
remembering the bark slicing me to
i can't help but hope that she loses her grip,
loses it the same way i lost her
when Winter came along.
BeholderI will stroll down moonbeam rowBeholder2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stars my guiding lights
with each step my dreams will grow
far beyond this night
I will trace the universe
constellations in my hand
infinity preserved in verse
stardust turned to man
I will walk the morning sun
to the edge of the very last ray
let it fill me breath to lung
I will shine away
UntitleddeltitnUntitleddeltitnUntitleddeltitnUthe cold sunlight was not expected.UntitleddeltitnUntitleddeltitnUntitleddeltitnU1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hug of an autumn,
a sky-sized lemonade
that refreshes the prickles of sweat
when jumping begins.
on the shadow-speckled trampoline
the leaves leave to become flat,
curled. compact, distinct,
YieldAutumn cloaks a darkling soulYield5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
In half-truths of vermillion
Crimson, scarlet, amber, gold
Beneath a blue pavilion
Autumn hides its old grey bones
In cupboards filled with snail shells
Skeins of birds and garden stones
Where every half-lit secret dwells
Autumn’s guise is gossamer
Thistledown in parachutes
Rushing waters’ dulcimer
And reed-song veil its bitter fruits
Autumn’s spirit is occult
It offers balmy days’ exult
Then turns to storm, perfidious
Autumn’s altar smells of rain
Leaf-mold, woodsmoke, rot and rust
I yield to darkness in the vein
Disease, decay, and ruined trust
MoonYou are the sun andMoon3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be your moon
You should continue to radiate light
and I would live as your shadow
to absorb your warmth
In your darkest hour
I shall shine with the light
you have given me
because you are never truly alone
Unless you shut your eyes from the stars
and do not listen to the words
of the wind; allow me
to guide you through your dark times
I will lead you into the light
through the dusk and into the dawn
The day was never
meant to meet the night
Nor should the sun admire
the beauty of the moon
Allow me to blend into the sky
and fade into the hidden hour
of the night
as you reflection.
EpistleDearest Autumn, jaded with rainEpistle17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wearily drearily forced to remain
I miss your September joie de vivre
Bright skirts flying, blue-eyed and naive
October leaves left, abandoned in flight
Your luminous palette is shaded toward night
I knit anamnesis to swaddle your haunts
From skeins of yearn, and bundles of want
Pensive and wistful, my traveling Muse
Wanderlust winging the cold avenues
Forethought and hindsight, alight in your eyes —
November acceptance has rendered you wise.
Autumn IsWet asphalt, and rain-soaked leaf-mulch teaAutumn Is2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Summer’s wastrel profligacy
Washed down gutters and urban-henged streams
To a sucking sea that mutters and dreams.
Cold air flavored with woodsmoke
Ghosts the twilit mist invokes
Silent and numb, but loathe to go in
To steaming kitchens and family din.
Melancholy and solitude
And hidden places in which to brood
Rot, decay and introspection
Delirium, death and dark reflection.
Storm CallSeasong carriesStorm Call1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
over water, away
Sailing the wind
To the end of day
High fidelity, hearken
A weather eye
When autumn skies
Clouds scatter and flee
Before taking flight
Between here and away
The moment stretching
The pause between breaths
The calm that comes before the storm...
Ocean already tugs at the lifelines.
A whisper of cooler Atlantean air
The storm comes
From the breath of susurration
To the thundering wave's drums
Inexorably now, it comes.
Caught up by horizon storms
The shore beneath you disappears
The sea provides fair warning.
And from the savage night —
Full-throated furies howl and rage —
High and dry by morning.
Cast up by the sea
Strange creatures and mysteries
Leave beachcombers to wonder
But what the sea provides
The storm-surge yie
BlanketThey all shine so brightBlanket2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trillions of colours
One for each mile
That separates us.
The fabrics of space
Woven so loosely
Enough for our lives
To slide through the creases
Yes, we see the
Births of stars
The deaths of stars,
It's all a wide blanket
Warming us in the cold abyss
Easing the loneliness
Of an empty universe.
Yearns To PersistIn a forest in deepest wildernessYearns To Persist3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tiger strides in stealth
Always alert, always majestic...
But with fear in heart...
Fear of loneliness, fear of coming death
For an age is coming, to die...
But the strength keeps him alive, the strength of the tiger
...Is the desperation to live
To live as long and as well as one can
The desire to persist and to thrive at all costs
In feast and in famine, in peace and in trial
He yearns to persist...
In the vicious cycle of eternity, he breathes, for life...
For survival, till the end, of our times.
Walk back from English Tutor, October 2014 (6th)Autumn Equinox?Walk back from English Tutor, October 2014 (6th)1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
A full thumb-print:
the grooves of a unique universe,
in white ink.
Indent in the big boring blue
chilling my summer body.
It's evening, and as such
the moon is moving eastwards along
with each footstep home.
It's a shining sticker
on a dark jumper not jumping,
a perfectly shaped
blob of unblue Blu Tack,
an ivory nail,
watching me jog
under a few trees so
it becomes an ascending airplane.
A pinprick star above
cloud canyons, apricot purplings.
Some strange nightwork is at play here.
Now it's a sprint away from my solid,
tangible breath which was once abstract
under the sun-berry.
in the driveway,
and the moon gazes through
the horizons of leaf lines.
From the DustA messageFrom the Dust1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
From the dust
The whispers of the past
Tickle my throat
I shant breathe
Or I hear the echoes of the fallen
Begging me to die
And join their numbers
That army of shifting sands
Tattered by the wind.
What is the desert
But the ashes of my enemies
CloudsThe cloudsClouds1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell me stories
In the sky
They see all
Who live and die
They weep for us,
As we drop like flies, yet
Ascend into their caress
A dream; Never-ending.
Kidnapped Eevee! What do you do!?You were walking through the woods minding your own business until you heard some muffled cries. You were curious about the sound and followed it. You came to an abandoned warehouse and went in and saw two figure’s. One of them was a male Gurdurr and the other was a female Eevee tied up.Kidnapped Eevee! What do you do!?1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
You went to hide behind some crates and listened closely to what the Gurdurr said. He said something about getting excited to sell her as a sex slave, but the Eevee didn’t like the idea and cried inside of the ball-gag.
He went out of the warehouse and was there for some long minutes. You felt sad for her and you…
A: Untie the Eevee and let her free.
B: Take her as a slave.
C: Take her as a pet.
D: Submit to the Gurdurr.
E: Teach the Gurdurr a lesson.
F: Leave like nothing happened.
G: Anything else you want.
AutumnReds and Golds;Autumn1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
there are pumpkins everywhere.
fall off the golden trees.
The smell of rain;
fills the air.
Frost covers the land,
leaving behind a crystal wonderland.
In the pumpkin fields,
getting lost in the corn maze.
for Trick or Treaters.
to the rain drops,
patter on the roof top.
While the smell,
fill the room.
It is autumn,
and soon winter will come.
AuroraVivid streaksAurora3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across the night
Waves of light
In an endless sea of naught
The Maiden of the North
Paints to pave the road
A journey for the spirits
And a look into our world
And the lights drip
From the sky
Tears of those
Who have passed
Thinking of the things
Cornflower BlueWind swirlsCornflower Blue3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
like bony fingers
on petal lips.
Once sun-kissed flowers
lay against cold earth,
shells of lost days.
Blue cornflowers sway
in October frost.
Catching the last threads
of stone-heated warmth.
against midnight clouds
beyond the ink-quill horizon.
a halo of
LiliesLilies bloom amidLilies1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
A splash of colour
Betwixt seas of nothing
They visit those
Hearing the whispers
Breaths spent long ago.
They'll speak to you
As well, someday.
Painting the SkyMother Nature:Painting the Sky2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Effortless in her grace,
Flawless in her beauty,
The world a canvas,
With her palate of infinite color,
Any method or tool at her disposal.
She is the master of pieces,
The composer of ancient lyric,
The writer of every story,
The artisan of all trades.
She paints the heavens at dawn
With hues of violet, orange and rose,
And strains the clouds on the horizon.
The rising sun’s light reflecting off their surfaces,
Cascading vibrance onto the weary eyes
Of those in slumber, and those awoken long before.
She calls the birds to sing the melodies
Known to them by heart,
And as they face the new morning,
They bravely sing the intricate verse,
A language all their own,
But one that all are blessed to hear.
She takes her brush and streaks it across the clouds,
And carefully flicking the moisture down to earth
She adorns all things with the finest crystalline water,
Dew covering the grasses,
The weaving of spiders,
The flowers untouched by crude hands.
She gently blows a sin