Little Darlin'Little darlin' with the precious heart,Little Darlin'3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
rest here a little while longer with me
let me run my fingers in your long hair
I'm so glad that together we are free
you gave me a connection to share.
I had once thought you would leave
forever gone and I would be unforgiven
you said that I simply didn't believe
but you had never stopped being driven.
Feeling your skin now as it is bare
I can see the scars I have left on you
yet they're worn with pride and without scare
you loved me more than I ever knew.
Lay here with me, let me soak you in
into your warm, sweet scent I burrow
run your fingertips along my chin
wipe away my brow's furrow.
Yes, just as you've always done for me
through agonizing heartbreak and pain
even after you left me at that tree
after that, we both stood in sorrow rain.
I had been so foolish, so selfish before
I feared you would never take me again
but I ran hopeful and scared to your door
and it was a lack of love you couldn't feign.
A smile and kiss bound us together
I am Who I Am and by Me Only MeI am Who I amI am Who I Am and by Me Only Me4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A poem by AFlyingPassion
I’m a… freak
a person who has no life, a ‘stalker’
a person who steal someone’s watchers,
a piece of trash,
a discerning person,
a c*nt, a
a mental person.
A disgusting person
A person who needs to get a life
A person who can’t drive
A person who has problems
Some people wish that I would die,
end up being FOREVER alone.
No matter what people end up calling me hoping to put me down, this is me and ME only.
Have a creative mind
A giggly person
A one of a kind
A lover of animals and family
Genuinely loved by different people
This I Who I am really and me only. So why does it matter what
Choice.Striving to finish what I've started,Choice.2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trying to reach the goal that I've put too high.
I've always had the doubt of finishing it off,
But It's like I can't get near it,
I seriously can't reach that high.
There's the choice of starting,
But I'm almost at the end.
Who'd want to fall back and start all over again?
Wondering if I'd do that,
Hoping to push hard,
Motivation doesn't help me much these days,
So now I'm starting to wonder if this can't be done,
Maybe I might leave it all undone.
Bearing on the Illumination...If I were to offer you one thousand tears of a lovers sighing cry,Bearing on the Illumination...6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Would you fill your heart or empty them into an endless ocean of tide,
A withering petal of the most beautiful emotion that refuse to see the sun,
But in the seized feelings caged within aspects far beyond longing begun,
A belief that foretells of a song releasing you from held burden;
A beast doth not despise the hunter whilst running defense,
A flower doth not question the sun's distance immense,
Both are lost in the beating of raw intensity,
Bringing to thy edge of amber like waves of feeling into me,
Crashing on the white crests of an ever ending sea;
When you think of love do you think of your fear?
When I am in your vision do you think to draw me near?
But torture me ever not, with fleeting lunacy clouding my wisdom,
Mystifyingly hidden terrors of future commitment come,
But our souls have not touched long enough to leave the connection undone.
Yet a spirit is like neither bone nor flesh so bo
DenialTrue denial,Denial2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Calling for strife,
Feelings alight right to the heart.
Delicate veins grows,
Heat flurries down the throat,
To release this manic you've uncovered from within.
Death takes its timeWe live for years and yearsDeath takes its time4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Smiling, laughing, shedding tears
Running away from our darkest fears
Because death takes its time
We flee from the past
Then complain that life goes by fast
Sometimes it seems that life seems to drag
As death takes its time
Stress and anxiety fill our minds
So we don't have to focus on our lives
Instead we use other things to keep us up at night
While death takes its time
Death will come to some like a thief in the night
Others it will blind in broad daylight
And still some will expect it long before it takes their life
Still, death takes its time
DanaI wanted only the best,Dana7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But you want me to die
I'd wipe the blood when you cut
The tears when you cried
We loved at one time
Not counting the cost
But paying the price
When that love was lost
A mutual insanity
Seemed to lift me from sadness
But it's just an illusion
Brought on by such madness
Unfortunate FateMy fate being debated,Unfortunate Fate3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While time races the beated.
Cries over the mistaken beheaded,
My fate is cried guilty.
Held above the pressure,
This pressure is one I can't contain.
My life line ends here.
The extra piece, unneededIf the whole world was a clock,The extra piece, unneeded3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and everyone was a part to make it tock,
and everyone was working as hard as they're able
to make the clock tick as it sat on the table,
I would just be an extra unneeded part -
an extra gear sitting, and sat since the clock's start.
The clock and the world would still work without
me sitting there and mucking about.
I, as the part that is simply not needed,
am destined to have all of my words unheeded.
A good working clock needs no extra gears,
so I come to realize the worst of my fears.
I am the extra part in the clock.
I am not needed to make it go tock.
A man walked past- he did not stopA man walked past, he did not stop,A man walked past- he did not stop3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I -too- was passing by,
our eyes met- once-, a second time
too much would signify.
A vulnerable dance we did,
I smiled, he tipped his hat
and vanished on, a meeting gone,
I went, and that was that.
SerendipityUnder shimmering streetlightsSerendipity4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I lie in whey-faced snow
And remember my place of solace
In your embrace with a mug of warm cocoa
We listened to your albums
As the snowstorm did start
Your favourite by Bob Dylan
"Christmas in the Heart"
Beautiful velvet quilts
Kept us safe and sound inside
Looking out of frosted windows
Snow angels made with pride
Cinnamon fused hot chocolate
The perfect winter beverage
And our cuddly little kittens
I tried to use as leverage
For those few forgotten times
When I'd ask for just a day
If you'd join me in skating
To glide our problems away
But you blew out the candles
That brought our love to light
You said the spark was gone
And left me lonely that night
Still silently I hope
For serendipity to appear
As I drown in your music
To heartfelt lyrics I shed a tear.
Sonnet of self deprecationAs a young boy mirrors didn't hurt, seeSonnet of self deprecation4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But as I grew so did the hold they held,
Every glance at them would kill me,
Any chance of self esteem was quelled.
The images I saw disturbed me such
That when I tried to find self love,
I found it a painful pill to touch,
A too big leap with none to shove.
And then I found this didn't have to be,
That I could choose the way I look,
I could change what others see,
Swap the covers of this book.
Bend the rules that had defined,
Take a road much less confined.
DreadVoice is stronger than my mindDread8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sinking feeling, wavering lines
Impatience and anger hang over my head
I wonder, often, am I better off dead?
Nothing is better when day is done
None to mourn the setting sun
"Tomorrow will be better," they always say
But I wake to dread another day
Poem #2: TuurngaitOn a cold and desolate land,Poem #2: Tuurngait8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where ice shall form in solid grand.
A child was sent to trail the white,
In ground below of crystal sight.
World between the fragment veil,
To bear and glimpse the feathery wail.
And close to doom, a bear then rose,
Whose father made from love and trove.