Autumn Day Blowing Winds, floating leaves,Autumn Day 8 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trees of vibrant hues around,
Throughout the forest there runs
News of what this season brings.
Lasy grasses waving in the wind
They move as waves upon the ocean.
In the warmth its hard to think
That soon the snows will fly.
In the field, hidden by waving grass
A late born kit sleeps in peace
He has been waiting for his mother,
But she’s been gone so long.
The setting sun turns clouds gold
The day is drawing to a fast close
Soon the night will take the forest
Inviting our the children of the night.
A silent step among the grasses,
The kit awakens, knowing mother’s step
After a warm greeting they run
Back to their den, back to its safe arms.
Look~The shine of the sunLook~20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Piercing my eyes with its light
The golden, mellow color of its set
The warm glow of its rise
The trees waving in the wind
The wind breathing into them
The wind animating the trees
Breathing life into the giant sticks
The endless blue of the sky
The cloud looking so serene
Sometimes the sky is so violent
Other times blank and dormant
The river flowing on through
So clod and so chilled
The water being fresh and crisp
The water awake with life
Stop and look around sometimes
See all of the beauty around
Look at the trees and the sky
The sun and the water
THIS IS NOT A DEVIATIONTHIS IS NOT A DEVIATION. DONT LOOK AT IT, IT IS FOR STUPID REASONS.THIS IS NOT A DEVIATION21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Thanks, have a nice day.
School busIt rises over the horizon like a leaking,School bus21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Creaking, clanking, complaining in the tendrils of cloud grasping at it-
tearing away to rise over yet another hill,
stirring rainbow glinting dew streaks in the asphalt jungle gym.
its garish veneer reflecting the early morning rays harshly,
blinding all who look upon its luminescent varnish.
The brilliant exoskeleton of this marvelous bug reflects its officious innards
Urchin minds weary yet wild,
It has become the symbol of dread,
This simply embellished wreck,
become an enigma within itself as more join its engravings in the back of worn leather seats.
leading to smooth,
gray seats lightly illuminated in the fresh phosphoresce.
If you look closely,
the worn grooves of memories and laughter still linger here,
waiting for the coming recollections to make their mark her
SamhainSamhain by Jennifer Louise PatonSamhain22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"The winds are howling, the veil is thin, the calling of the souls begin. On this night of Hallows eve the ancient traditions we do believe. Feel its call its pull its power,faces of old we will endeavour, coming fourth, coming home..our loved ones...our own"
In A Blade Of GrassIn A Blade Of GrassIn A Blade Of Grass1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
by Tricia Pattinson
Blades of grass dance the wind
Higher than knees they cut into light
Jagged and slashing the moments lapse
And I wonder if I too am a blade of life
Motled hue of vibrant etching
Guided by an unseen hand
A heart dancing the beats and rhythms
Swaying with those hidden hands
That light might cast shadows
For colors to paint and please
Those souls with vision tuned
To blades of grass like me
AvernoThe mountain was invisible.Averno1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Certainly, there was evidence of a mountain’s presence,
But the landform itself was obscured by a thick pall of foliage and alabaster fog.
Although the woods, if not all of the flora, were alive and well,
The mist lent them such a gloomy tinge
That they appeared almost colorless to the naked eye.
Whereas dead and dying trees would be stark and the color of bone,
These austere totems would appear frozen in time,
Such were their stillness and their pallidness.
Even in the sunshine,
Their leaves left a shade
Upon whatever lay below.
No birdsong lingered in the air, nor did any waters splash down the slope.
The elegy of the stillness,
Rang through the air for none to hear.
Underneath the cryptically hale trees
Sat an expanse of undergrowth,
Much like a tangle of grubs beneath a dampened log.
Between the undergrowth and the overgrowth lay the fog,
And beyond all of these lay what was presumably the earth.
Only by kneeling into the mists betwee
OC bio #3 Saria the SnivyName: Saria the Snivy.OC bio #3 Saria the Snivy1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Personality: Nice, cute, shy, smart and playful.
Clothes: A shirt and a skirt.
Parents: Mats and Samantha. (She got adopted.)
History: When she was younger, she had a nice family. One day she was walking alone home from school and noticed her family was murdered, she felt so sad that she been living all alone in a dark alley. One day she still remembered what happened and cried, but when she cried two Pokemon noticed the crying and went over to her. The two was Mats and Samantha. They then adopted her so she could have a place to live and be happy. Even though they aren’t her real parents she still call them for father and mother.
Look to The StarsLook to the starsLook to The Stars1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your life is as brief to them
As a blink of an eye is to you
Do you feel small?
Every atom in your body
Was once forged in furnaces
Like those stars
And in their dying breath
They erupted and scattered
Their gilt guts spread
Throughout the vacuum
So that one day
It could wake
From the eternal slumber
And realize that
The stars of the night sky
Has sent their light
Across the vast gulfs of space
Traveling for millennia
So it may be marveled over
By one of their own
GreenThis is the color of hopeGreen2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
and of envy.
It tells the humble story of a peasant
and ends with the rich and greedy king.
It screams of about the deadly poison ravaging through someone’s veins
and how the slimy green potion is meant to kill.
This is the color and not the only color of eyes
and how in some, it may shimmer and in others it may be a highlight.
It tells you how healthy plants may be and how they glow in the sunlight
and how the grass looks even softer than your own bed at times.
It was used by cartoonists to depict a great stink with a long wafting trail from point A to point B.
It told you if someone could claim a garden as their own or
if they wished that lover was in their arms.
Mystic Moonto watch this mystic moonMystic Moon2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
run her course across the sky
gliding so serenely
over the dark horizon
such a large round orb
almost touching the trees
travelling along with us
on her nightly journey
with her patchy markings
and craters that look so clear
seen with the naked eye
as they stand out so proud
silently floating onward
through the darkened sky
brightening up the landscape
with soft cosmic lights
for this heavenly sphere
appears every evening
arching across the galaxy
to disappear each morning
so as you look to the moon
travelling on her orbit path
know that she will guide you
each and every dark night..!
© Lissie Bull 2014
a painting unto the universethey call out in flight,a painting unto the universe2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
over the purple mountains and the silver
stretch of oceans, over
dark woods and gray moors,
in the ebony night.
they silently move over
lonely vast lands,
shrouded with fog, smoky
paths and fireflies,
the shadows of trees and the
wolves in the dark
the sun sparkles a thousand eyes
off of the water, a silver
rippled in a vast
land of gray,
up in the air,
the calls are silent,
and the loneliness echoing in a heart,
the gray wolves, stealthy shadows
in a quieter time,
proud among the waving sun,
the soaring eagles,
winging on sky’s gentle fringes,
the blue whales,
plunging into a cobalt world unknown—
I have followed this,
day after week,
week after month,
month after year,
year after era—
followed the sound, the whimsical path
of nature’s beauty,
the song of the wind
the whisper of the trees,
the silent touch of the rain,
how many years,
until it is gone?
a ocean of concrete,
dull shades of gray,
Autumn WhispersI once knew the place where heat and chill made love in secret among the wine colored groves. Laughter mingled with the chittering rush of fallen leaves and it was far better than any song a human could ever play.Autumn Whispers2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish I could take you to my neighbor love. She danced there in her mother's yard, called North. I knew her well. Proud, unyielding, beautiful and boisterous. Her children somehow all wore her same smile, walked the same gait.
And Michigan, the sweet lake child was no exception. She shouted all of her feelings freely and made it sound like music.
She was bold in her colors, her winds fair. And she laughed in the face of anyone who defied her.
This all she did in class. I could talk about her for hours.
She could be warm blankets one day and frosty breath the next. And if she didn't like it, she would simply change her mind.
My homeland this time of year, was romance.
You could taste the seduction in the air around her; the cool, sweet breath of aged the maple filled your lun
StormLighting claps,Storm2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to their
The greatest show,
With bright flashes,
And neon glow.
The faceless crowd
Filled with white light,
The cheering noise
In the darkened night.
On the ground below,
With heavy rain
And thickened snow.
The show ends,
The curtain draws.
the weight of airthe weightthe weight of air2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dark clouds stacked,
in a late afternoon
Droplets hold the last
hanging on window
condensing into twilights
064. FrostA delicate harbinger064. Frost2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Interlaces across my window,
The finest thread of fairies
Spun into a code that I can't read.
So fragile and ephemeral
That the mere vapor of my breath
So frail and fleeting
That it melts with the faintest sigh,
Transforming into a thousand pools of light
That reflect the weary sun.
Sunny DayIt's brightSunny Day2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cool breeze runs
To remind myself
That it is alright.
A gentle hand to
Guide me through the day
Smiling at me from above.
The warmth is a blessing
Of the impurities I feel.
Nature is a sweet bliss
We take for granted.
Dripping PetalsDripping PetalsDripping Petals3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowers like mini statues of elegant proportions
Buds that open when it has been reaped are much more lovely
Than those that bloom to warm rays
Such beauty that glimmers the sappy soul
Only to swim in nothingness
Yes there is a red to every petal like roses to the green drip
But there are no roses here except the velvet tint of a hooded man
There is a transcendence upon heaven's gate
At which ivory is the death along the blossoms that beauty holds
Wear the crown and nurture its glowing capacity to the bodies
That you count.
Myself"Cloaked"Myself3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cloaked in shadows
Yet beautiful as night
The wolf runs and jumps
Cloaked in the shadows
He spots his prey
Inching closer and closer
To steal its life away
Cloaked in shadows
As it passes
Day by day
Cloaked in shadows
As beautiful as the night
The majestic wolf runs
Not out of sorrow or out of spite
But because he is free
A wild, living creature
For all eternity
Upon The Silent Mountain TopUpon the silent mountain topUpon The Silent Mountain Top3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where all you can hear is a faint little 'plop',
Where animals fear to venture
'Cause they know the dangers in the center.
Upon the silent mountain top
Where you can hear the birds
But if you stop and listen
You might hear softly spoken words
Upon the silent mountain top
In which you're afraid to speak
But you are much too curious
And you have something that you seek
Upon the silent mountain top
Where no fellow ever goes
Because, my dear innocent friend,
That mountain is filled with foes.