Autumn BlissI look to angry clouds up aboveAutumn Bliss6 hours ago in Free Verse
A smile blooming on my face
Droplets of crystal fall
The scent of wet Earth rises
Frosted air sets my tongue ablaze with sweetness
Pleasant inside my lungs
The cornflower skies
I greet with welcoming visage
As the king of light smiles down on the Earth
Casting amber, ruby, and golden sheets aglow
As they fall from their wooded abodes
Flowers close their colorful doors
In wake of a peaceful slumber
As I bask in this glorious bliss
taigaflashes from my time forgottentaiga20 hours ago in Free Verse
of sleeping in the taiga
where eyes would weigh the sway of dawn
against the endless nights
where what I wished I did not know
was left buried in the snow
and flesh was trained to mimic bone
when it lost the will to fight
as empty as a room of fools
it nearly drove me mad
land that stretched for miles I wandered
ending up nowhere
my words would freeze upon my tongue
before they even hit the air
and when my spirit broken finally
reached its greatest low
my bones still drove a mindless shell
in the direction of its home
SunsetsDarkening skiesSunsets1 day ago in Free Verse
Sweet sorrowful songs
Blossom sweetened breeze
Soft rustling of greenery
Gently whisper secrets
Heart’s desire surfaces clear
Yearning spirit rising free
Into pink wispy clouds
Best savored alone
'The Snow Man' de/compositionOne must gaze upon the boughs'The Snow Man' de/composition1 day ago in Free Verse
Of the pine-trees with snow and ice
To have an awareness of winter;
It has been cold a long time
For the junipers trees limbs are damaged
The ice glittering upon the exhausted branches;
In the January sun;
There should be no despair,
In the sound of the wind rustling the leaves,
The wind is the song of the land
That eternally plays the same tune
That is carried to the same open area
For the listener, who listens to this tune,
In the snow alone
Hears the tune that is not there but always is.
Goodnight DragonflyWatch the wings beat against airGoodnight Dragonfly1 day ago in Free Verse
As indigo blue shades the night
And the sweet music of cricket's song
Is all we hear while staring off into the green forever
WindStanding at the edge of the cliff, looking down where wild waves crashWind1 day ago in Free Verse
Feeling the cold, harsh wind in my hair, feeling my muscles tense.
Burning energy fills my body, heating myself up from the inside,
Banishing the cold and replacing the emptiness with lava.
Coldness turns into Heat, weariness yields electrifying energy.
Smiling, taking a deep breath and jumping down into the abyss,
Head first, flying for one second or two before hitting water.
Floating without any brawniness needed, feeling higher than a bird.
Standing up again on the water, the wind stroking my hair.
Its whispers are lovely and I happily devote myself to it.
The wind is a better lover than anyone could ever be.
Try not to fight it, become one with it instead. It will pay off.
It cuts the landscapes with its razor blades, trying to separate my skin too.
But it's easy to catch it with a single rag, turning its blades into soft wool
And its iciness into hot, burning energy that runs through my
Riddle PoemBurning bright as sunsetRiddle Poem1 day ago in Free Verse
Brilliant red, orange, and gold
Flick flickering sight
Illuminating the night
Source of life giving light
Against the winds might
Providing warmth and comfort
Warding off the beast blight
Then with the howling wind
It’s out like a ghost in the night
To the ones To the ones who never look at me the same. I'm sorryTo the ones 1 day ago in Free Verse
To the ones that never had the chance to tell me how they really felt about me. I'm all ears
To the ones that I have left behind. I'm sorry I thought I was hurting you more by being with you.
To the ones that I lied to. It was only to protect you from what I thought was going to hurt you.
I'm sorry that my soul is dark, and that my heart is black.
But even though I say sorry I regret none of it. I only did that I thought was best to do.
Autobiography of a WeedI came blooming upwards, seeing the world spin. The sun was as yellow and roundAutobiography of a Weed1 day ago in Free Verse
as my petals.
For days before I had been blind,
staring at the nothing that was me and the nothing that surrounded me.
When I first caught a glimpse of the sky,
that was wild.
For about a month I stared up, unable to move, but not wanting to,
the stars were so beautiful at night.
A mechanical beast came roaring, green with the words “Huffy Mowers” on the front.
I underestimated its power as I felt my bones being crunched, my blood squirting, my flesh mangling.
My last thoughts were the thoughts of the nothing I would once more become, and the nothing
that surrounds me.
FlowersHigh upon the treesFlowers1 day ago in Free Verse
Low and on the ground
Where everybody sees
They are all around
In different shapes and sizes
Different colors and designs
Something no girl despises
Making crowns to put on signs
So beautiful and gentle
But also harsh and pointy
They make some people mental
And luckily there are plenty
Beautiful flowers all around
In the trees
On the ground
complete metamorphismlarva –complete metamorphism2 days ago in Free Verse
we are of the kind that crawl on the earth
equipped with no knowledge
of our former, febrile selves
and each day
is the next chance for the best
mutation to take
uniquely savage eyes
we crave proprioceptive trances
and the nuanced neon formication
only bystanders can give
there’s no more room to be laconic
hostage to time and her ante-
(and depending on how hard we squint)
we can see our former selves
carapace and all
to decorate some wall
Urlatoareaajun de primăvarăUrlatoarea2 days ago in Free Verse
o sete de friguri
pe străzi secetoase
un prim ridicol vânt
pe sub bluzon îmi umblă
eu fug, îmi iau avânt
îmi sfâşie scoarţa
pe oase apasă,
îi crapă iar viaţa
rânjesc pe sub măşti
prea urlă cocorii
tot moare ce-i viu
The Cave, UnendingOh so far from eyes of man,The Cave, Unending2 days ago in Free Verse
The Cave, unending, under land.
Where, for long, the fair folk ran,
That cave, unending, under land.
Once or twice some years ago
Through the forests, hills, and groves,
To sing and dance and endless fight,
Until at sun-up comes their flight,
Burned by harsh, revealing light;
Too late performed, their ancient rite.
Now sealed down in dark below,
The kingdom under grass and snow.
Their city ever stagnant stands,
The Cave, unending, Underland.
Water BearerI can feel myself turnWater Bearer2 days ago in Free Verse
Into the waters
Of my own
But you are the light
I shine against
In the dark.
So I ask of you, Aquarius--
Carry me in the arms
Of a clay pitcher
Bring me to the
Floods and droughts
Of my plight.
River DeltaI died waiting for the embrace of torrentsRiver Delta2 days ago in Free Verse
We met, we rejoiced
And it tasted like reincarnation.
We left each other at the horizon
I climbed axes and planes up to the surface;
And I breathed in reincarnation.
In yesterdays that become tomorrows,
Monarchies turn to democracy, and democracies long for monarchs
The sun kisses the moon at twilight, the moon kisses the sun at dawn
In tides I rise and fall into place, moving at the same frequency of the waves-
And it feels like reincarnation.
The River Two Leages YonderO traveler, come and rest ye weary feetThe River Two Leages Yonder2 days ago in Free Verse
The river two leagues yonder is no man's drink
Ye great oaks have decayed down into loam
This bench remains, this bench of stone
O traveler, come and rest ye weary feet
The ravaged fields bring graveyard hymns
And the fallen's names are never known.
O traveler, come and rest ye weary soul
The man alive, the man alone.
Faces Carved Of StoneFaces Carved Of StoneFaces Carved Of Stone2 days ago in Free Verse
Weary soul—dredged of sorrows
that cling with clotted and curdled woe:
Life has past. At last your burdened-body
can slowly decompose—flesh-fester,
muscle collapse and corrode, your vessel
reduced to pulpy-pus and mud, sustenance
for the shuddering maggots— your bright-bones
sealed away forever in a musty casket.
Years after—many an angry and furious storm
that trembles trees and shatters-stoic stone,
the words-worn, marking your place will degrade
and inevitably your like-ness will forever fade,
and never come again on this vapidly-orbiting globe.
SnowGlittering down from the sky,Snow2 days ago in Free Verse
Like fireworks in July,
Flying through the air,
But bites if you dare,
Come out to play,
Gives one all day,
What makes a man,
Cooler than the fan,
May make you cry yet,
Slippery when wet,
Winter at its best,
Did you pass the test?
city lightsit's still ninety degreescity lights2 days ago in Free Verse
up here above the city
on the rooftop of a building i don't know
you have one arm around my shoulders
and point out landmarks with the other
south mountain hiding in the night
but we can see the red lights
like ufos in the desert
i've always loved the way the streetlights looked
laid out on the grid below
perfect squares and intersections
and you kiss me on the cheek as the city
keeps its secrets in the alleyways below.
lake pleasantthe leather seat has buckled but it's as soft as your skinlake pleasant2 days ago in Free Verse
and i can't hear your voice over the motor
but you're smiling and i love the way the sun
casts freckles on your face
we're going fast enough it feels like flying
over the surface of the lake
and when we jump in
the world turns emerald green