I Am My Own QueenI don't need you,I Am My Own Queen2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like you want me to,
I'm not left in-between.
My heart is mine,
My soul is fine,
I am my own queen,
One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas PovOne-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer beso1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nunca imagine que el momento que tanto esperé fuera así, tan inusual, sin planear nada, solo así sin nada; no salió como me lo esperaba; todo fue único y especial. Me sorprendió que aunque fuera un accidente lo valoro tanto; no sé si tú lo valores tanto como yo este momento; aunque fue accidental para mí fue muy especial.
Aún recuerdo ese caluroso día de verano el cual el calor rebasaba los límites, estar con gabardina no era una opción, el calor me obligaba a usar ropa ligera la cual jamás pensé usar aun siendo verano, todo culpa de la pelirroja solo por querer rebasar los límites de la física por intentar hacer un arcoíris, pero en vez de eso la máquina exploto lanzando un rayo al sol haciendo que este se acerque un poco más a la Tierra y el calor aumentara, nuestros padres trataron de arreglarlo, pero el rayo fue demasiado fuerte por eso no lo revertieron claro
Dawn of the AngelI watched him descend from the skyDawn of the Angel1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wings, pale as ivory.
The beauty in his form
a sight to behold.
I felt, not meant to see.
Yet, he stood there
in all of his glory;
a definite, masculine, form.
With a soft expression
he met my soul
his eyes, Heavely warm.
I could only look back
that such a creature, was here with me;
on this dawning day
I watched as the rays
touched his wings.
It was almost blinding.
When he spread his wings
it filled me with awe, and grace.
For what had happened this morn
was a miracle.
I'd looked an Angel
in the face!
The best one under the sunWe know someone who´s so sweet,The best one under the sun2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from her snow white hair,
down to her petite feet.
She´s quite shy though,
doesn´t like to cause any fuss
she can tell you off and shout a bit,
well at least at us,she does.
She always has our best
interests at heart,
our troubles are her troubles too,
she´s cared right from the start.
She can cheer us up easily
with one caress of her warm hand,
tells us she loves us ,
just make´s us feel so grand.
She will sometimes fight our battles,
is always on our side
and each of our triumphs,
they fill her heart with pride
we will love her forever,
the best person under the sun
think about her always,
cos she´s our lovely Mum .
By Suzanne karbach 5th September 2014
This Day Is...This Day Is...1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A day to love,
Someone up above.
A day to commemorate;
A day to appreciate.
A day to reminisce;
A day when someone special is missed.
A day that’s too good to be true,
A day filled with many memories of you.
A day just to say,
I wish you a happy birthday.
Squirmin' HermanI met a boy in science class nobody seemed to like.Squirmin' Herman1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His clothes were torn, his face unclean, all wished he'd take a hike!
Teacher called upon his name and said: "Now define vermin."
He squirmed and squirmed there in his seat, now he's Squirmin' Herman!
Then one day I noticed that his seat was left unsat.
No one seemed to care and yet I wondered: "Where's he at?"
After class I asked the teacher if she knew his plight?
What she told me 'bout him has me crying every night!
Seems his mother left him when he was a child of two.
His father worked a stressful job and came down with the flu.
He had no health insurance and so tried to work it through.
Sad to say he died last week and left poor Herman blue.
On that very day I vowed I'd find that boy and then,
tell him that I'm sorry and I want to be his friend.
Kids like Squirmin' Herman need assured that they're okay.
I'm hoping that I get that chance, tomorrow or today!
The standard answerAfter taking hard knocksThe standard answer1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
full of emotional pain
You pick yourself up, dust yourself off
and simply join lifes struggle again.
With hopes dashed demoraliszed
time and time to date.
In the aftermath on being asked "How are you now?"
You always answer "Me? I´m doing great!"
This is the standard answer
the one they want to hear.
They don´t want to hear your troubles
it fills them full of fear.
Fear for the future
and what might be in store
full of problems and hardship
maybe a whole lot more.
they ask politely but still just want to hear
"I´m fine thanks really."
Exactly what you said the day before.
by Suzanne karbach August 2014
A Poet's EchoCan poetry be felt in the blood, in the veinsA Poet's Echo3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with each lyric being harmonized through dreams slain
Each epic speaking of places both far and nigh
With each melancholic elegy seeping pain?
Can verse performed by thunderstorms in the sky
Be what compels us to express our hearts, to cry?
How many poems have been written using tears
As ink, written until our souls have been bled dry?
Have decades of weeping filled the seas with our fears
And our nightmares penetrated mountains likes spears?
Can a poet's echo resound beyond the chain
Of mortality and fate's tyrannical leer?
Life Goes OnThere comes a timeLife Goes On3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In everyone's life
When we have to
Forgive and forget;
But never forget.
We make decisions,
That someday we will
We all disagree;
We assert things
That we don't really
At some point
We have to concede.
We go back
To our normal routine;
The atmosphere becomes
A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man of many different faces.
Whose joy and energy,
Always filled the hearts of many
Through out the entire, modern world.
The one who always made us laugh,
Even in our dark times,
Though none could have seen
The battle he fought, deep within.
He fooled us to the very end,
So full of life and light.
The actor who gave more
Then he ever took.
Robin Williams, forever gone.
But never forgotten.
Who he was made him
Stand out from the crowd.
And yet, hour laughter
Made him become stronger
And more wild in sight.
Robin Williams, a man
Who always wanted to
Help others more then
Himself. Kind of like me.
But who could tell
What he was fighting
Deep inside, a war with depression.
A war he long fought.
Who says a man can be weak?
All of his roles, and all of his fans
Each role seemed to represent
A Part of ourselves.
From the quirky Professor Phillip Brainard.
To kindly Mrs Doubtfire.
And the carefree genie from Aladdin.
From the crazy and kind alien
Who always said Nanu Nanu.
These were but a
*Past and Present*One hundred years ago*Past and Present*1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When summer cast golden glow
Weeping willows, river side
Cast gentle shade, punts could glide.
Mild, quiet summer day
Strawberry smell and smell of hay
Silken dress on a boat
Shaded by parasol, afloat.
Today loud music rocks river
Weeping willows really weep
T/shirt slogans, blue jean rule
Now we’re noisy but very cool.
Life and DeathWhat we do and what we areLife and Death2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is something so sharp it can leave a scar.
However, we are constructed this way,
And you’re life isn’t freely given away.
You can either accept our secrets
With all our false or true reasons.
You can listen to us clearly
Or forget about us quickly.
Do whatever you please
But be willing to seize
The very things you refuse to lose.
Heed our warning: you can’t refuse
That nothing is permanent.
So, you have to focus on what is current.
Playing with the past is running with scissors,
Someone’s bound to get hurt, just look in these mirrors.
What we do and what we are
Is something so sharp it can leave a scar.
Let’s play a game with Life
And be cut by their knife.
Let’s play a game with Death
And let them take away your final breath.
ParthenopeTurn your head from distant island,Parthenope3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from sandy shore and crystal sea.
Resist the call of the lonely siren
singing death on the horizon.
Beware her song; listen to me;
turn your head from distant island,
where dwells a daughter of Poseidon
yearning, singing a magical decree;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
Rest your eyes upon Orion,
the stars will guard your constancy.
Turn your head from distant island
as our ship sets sail to widen
ourselves from that mermaid key;
resist the call of the lonely siren,
her seaweed hair fraught with diamond
treasures stolen from that deadly reef.
Turn your head from distant island;
resist the call of the lonely siren.
What s in a name.What´s in a name?What s in a name.1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It´s just a word that we call,
Everything and everyone
has a name,
does it make us a better person?
No... what a shame
Does it define our characters?
No... it´s not to blame
Does it have any financial status?
No .... but maybe fame
So if you´re a rockafella, a Gates,
a Trump or even the Queen
It doesn´t matter
shout your name
I am who I am
and I have a name
cos deep down inside
we´re all just the same.
by Suzanne Karbach August 2014
Open ViewI cut my handOpen View2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But it does not hurt
Like the window pane
Like the window pain
It bleeds out soft
But the colour burns
As the sunset ways away
I am departed-
All this ruby stain
All this ruby lane
But come amiss
'Neath the portal's gaping face
For which I see
In looking glass
Broke open free
The delta flows
But I feel no burdening
The dam is made
And shed its sides
Clear for the way
Clear for today
Now all is last
As I abide
A watcher for the coming rain
CelebiNature whispers it's voice, ringing on and onCelebi2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Peace and beauty everywhere, from dusk to dawn
The vast forest grows gradually, a steady climb
Forever flourishing with her presence, every time
The Voice of the Forest, the wondrous nature fairy
A lovely sweet being, like a shiny crimson cherry
A prosperous, bright future she will provide
Mother nature's glorious loving joy and pride
Clear oval wings like glass on her small green back
She flies through her home and time, always on track
Large baby-blue eyes with black rings around the pair
Like two ponds, filled fresh mountain dew everywhere
Her purpose in life is simple- plant life where she goes
When her work is done, she plays where ever the wind blows
So innocent, so kind, like an angel in the sky above
A perfect guardian to protect the green world she loves
Able to travel and exist through time, it's her gift
And with it, she travels, explores...away she drifts
"Young protector, give us a bright future for us all!"
"Should you ever fa
AloneWhen I'm alone my mind is open and palms are closedAlone2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I'm alone I think but do not touch
When I'm alone my company is fog and ray
They are as hours lost I cannot hold
The facts intrude as entrance have I made
Through other mouths like wind I hear their plight
And racked with doubt I answer back their names
In hopes my friends created decide to stay
A poison in the snake bite from the night
A dream's enticing world has left its mark
I hide my gaze and forget what they are
But friends of mine are mirrors of my sight
When I'm alone my mind is open and palms are closed
They grab at fists to try to comfort me
But like the clouds they leave with little trace
Expressions held are those they learned and know
As coiling serpent wraps around my neck
With truths befuddled as its gift I take
The shadows at my side are tears in rain
To think of how this waking world will break
Words I say are flecked with saddened text
My visitor of old are changed and bent
Their welcome place has lost its point
The last to knowAfter your secret was revealed,The last to know1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she didn´t know how she should feel.
You said you loved her,
paid for a ring,
she was foolish, so naive,
to trust in you
When all the time behind her back,
you kept on going off the track.
Lying, cheating naturally,
hurting people easily.
But now she knows
what your friends knew,
you didn´t love her
were never true.
she´s so upset, what should she do
she loved you so, was good to you
How could you really be so cruel
making her just look a fool
One thing is frustrating though
How come she was the last to know?
By Suzanne Karbach August 2014
Hidden TreasureHidden TreasureHidden Treasure2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Men seek treasure below the sea
They dive far below the waves
They travel far and away
Spending all hours of the day
Searching in mountain caves
I climb mountains just for fun
I sail the seas for pleasure
I spend my time in other ways
I don't need to hunt for my treasure
Because she came to me
the roadthe roadthe road2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
will pass through storms
has twists and turns
sees sunrise and sunset
is paved with past regret
knows every season
exposes will and reason
born to forever roam
there to guide you home
TypingTurtleShe types the words slow.TypingTurtle1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Holding them close in her head,
She lets them all go.
The words just won't flow,
No matter how hard she tries.
Yet they echo in her head.
Like the broken up whispers,
That lie in her bed.
A past full of feelings, That bleed so strong.
A word from her head
could undo the wrongs.
..she opens her mouth
The earth starts to slow.
All light dims out,
Her eyes start to glow.
Everything is nothing
Just a glimpse, of future past.
But she can't keep up
Her dreams are just too vast.
A keystroke interrupts
So she types the words slow.
Guarding them in her head,
She lets them flow.
They just won't go
GatekeeperDrawn by a single angelic fingerGatekeeper2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As white as cotton clouds in morn
The flesh a child's in innocence
Where all its grace is well adorned
Veins of blue as bowl above
Where overflown the rain descends
A healing joy hid by that cloth
To ask for time to make amends
Fabric flown in wind through sky
Two halves crack the door
And all is seen in sightless peace
To feel a moment so implored
Expend an energetic wave
The site where there is shown
From inside out exuberate
Touched by one's own
There is a line now held in place
Behind which mirrors shine
Reflect back the present gazes
Who drive to ask before their time
Only be a part of passage
Depression's saving needed
When pouring gifts lie mouldering
And oldest wisdom unheeded
When eyes are rivers in themselves
Come in the loudest spike
And silent yawn the gates awake
To coo the crying souls alike
Imagined paint will always be
The master's tools to colour all
The mind a much creative being
That needs some help after a fall
So come and pierce the
Autumn's arrivalClouds flying overAutumn's arrival3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bringing rain and wind
From the west
Making the mornings and evenings
Darker bit by bit
Sown all over the sky
Accompanying the cold moon
Sleeping deep as a rose
Covered with dew
Darkening SkiesCrystal blue skies was once visibleDarkening Skies3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In a world without anything formidable.
Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;
No crimes had been committed.
But through the years the blue skies began dimming;
The end was now the beginning.
The skies had darkened by malevolence
As the crystal pieces broke away the benevolence.
Shards of glass rained from these falling skies.
Lives were easily taken and it was sounded by cries.
Battles were fought; blood was shed.
What was once peaceful had become dead —
Innocence was no longer carried;
They had a shovel and it was buried.
Tyranny exiled happiness.
War left people defenseless,
Stranded to fight alone without anything.
Cruelty had killed them before the ending.
Their worst fears had crippled them.
Breathless, lying still, eyes toward the sky: they’re condemned.
Forced to watch the ashes of loved one fill the clouds
With embers cascading down as the sirens grew loud;
Souls flickering within the dust.
From the pressure o