Can Your Parents Relate?You, the girl in the corner of your bedroomCan Your Parents Relate?5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That with each passing year since birth
Has had her confidence sold to those that stare
For so much less than it is worth
When it should be a priceless commodity
Especially to a doting dad
Is he not supposed to give to his child
All the things that he never had?
You, the girl in the corner of the classroom
That has forgotten how to smile
Are you tired of being told it’s just a phase
And you’ll snap out of it in a while?
It should be obvious that you are struggling
Especially to a loving mum
As she's already lived through those tearful days
That for you have yet to come
You, the girl hiding in the shadow you cast
Please accept your parent’s flaws
No matter what success or failure you taste
Do not let them be the cause
They created a life in love or in lust
Now nurturing has turned to neglect
A bird feeds her young till the day they can fly
So maybe now you should leave the nest
I Am A Shut InThough the dimensions of this roomI Am A Shut In3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Never actually change
I can feel the walls closing in
Does that seem at all strange?
My experience of the world
Tells me not to step outside
Friends say that I am paranoid
But I think that is a lie
Because each and every person
That has lifted me up
Has just as quickly dropped me down
When they have had enough
My experience of people
Is that they’re only born
To compete with one another
And cause each other harm
If they haven’t got it in them
To inflict the pain
Then they will do it to themselves
Time and time again
My experience of friends
Tells me not to expect much
When they’re crippled by the feeling
I’m the emotional crutch
Though I too can feel the struggle
I’m always strong for them
I have a cast-iron constitution
And spine that will never bend
And don’t think I am not ambitious
My plans will unfold in time
Though my four walls have seized my body
They’ll never hold back my mind
SchoolIt’s like I’m trapped within a cageSchool3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The synchronized turning of every page
Being forced to stand on a stage
These people all fill me with rage
“I could easily destroy this place
To find me they would have to chase
I could turn the walls into rubble-”
OH SH-! They heard me! Now I’m in trouble!
The class writing about a book we read
As another part of my soul drops dead
But I’m too distracted by the clocks tick
“Mum I can’t go today, I’m sick…
Paradigm ShiftEmerging flash of starlight papParadigm Shift2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
between sunset and ocean cap
colliding spang into my eyes
for once to have me realize
not everything becomes a song,
and I shall sleep before too long.
Beware Of The Bad BoySo he touches you in all of the right placesBeware Of The Bad Boy1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But with a clenched fist and not a gentle hand
By ‘right places’ I mean those easily hidden
By the latest expensive designer brand
Which he buys you to either keep your silence
Or to beg and to plead for your forgiveness
Is this where the attraction of a bad boy lies?
Please explain where is the excitement in this?
So he kisses you with a so-called passion
His hands round your neck steal a two letter word
It seems that he cannot feel satisfaction
Unless you show him signs that his dominance hurts
Which he tightens each time to keep your silence
Or maybe he just enjoys hearing you moan
Is this the deed of some stalker, some stranger?
No, this is your husband and this is your home
So he lays you out on the living room floor
I wonder what will fall down to the carpet first
The drops of blood from between your legs
Or the tears flowing between his regretful words
Which he whispers in your ear as you lay silent
It’s safe to say
The Raven Metaphor“Oh raven, please take pity, won't you just leave me beThe Raven Metaphor1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I really am not in the mood for this tonight”
With that the raven for once seems to heed my warning
And from up on my seventh floor apartment takes flight
Between you and me I doubt it was real anyway
Just some lazy, overused and tired metaphor
The dark feathers symbolising the violent mood swings
The pecking beak are thoughts I tried hard to ignore
Oh to live a day without her emotional turmoil
And without her beady eyes watching my every move
It seems misery loves company when no one else does
And although it’s hard to admit it I loved her too
“Oh raven, please take pity, won't you just leave me be
I can no longer stand the din of your deafening call”
With that I'm compelled to try to follow the ravens lead
But from up on the seventh floor I begin to fall
Between you and me I doubt this life was real anyway
Just a series of events sent to confound and confuse
This life leaves no scars from the inter
Mana EllathaΜάνα ΕλλάδαMana Ellatha1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Δε χωράω στα δεσμά σας,
Δε με τρομάζει η φωτιά σας,
Δε με γελά η πονηριά σας,
Κι ούτε με σκιάζουν τα σκυλιά σας!
Μόνο με σκιάζουν τα παιδιά μου
που δεν τα θρέφει η αγκαλιά μου,
Μόνο με σκιάζουν
Silver ChameleonSilver ChameleonSilver Chameleon2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
blame it on ink stained love letters,
where lies are the truth
and your eyes are wide shut
because real eyes realize real lies.
hesitation in loops and dots,
nestled in a sea of ripples and rocks
the tide is coming in faster and faster.
and you are constrained to the wave.
hurled about in tumultuous tides
with no choice but to cling to the mast
but no matter how long you hold on for dear life,
you're simply a deer that was seized in headlights.
an enchanting treacherous lecherous lover
with a silver coated tongue
you try to hide in your walls that are colored white.
but you are far from a chameleon.
a spider can weave their web,
but only the unsuspecting will fall
Head in a bookThey say get back in reality,Head in a book3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Get my head out of those books!
They say see the world around me,
Go on, take a look!
They tell me I’m wasting my life away,
But I say that they are wrong.
I’d rather live a thousand lives,
Than a single boring one!
They tell me that it’s not practical
I need to learn things I will use,
Not spend my time stuck inside my head
With my daydreams of no use.
But how is imagination worthless?
Is that not what made many so great?
They branched out from the normal,
And saw what they could make!
I’d rather be a dreamer,
Then a big old boring stiff.
I’d prefer my head stuck in a book,
Then outside with hopeless pricks!
I’ve seen the world around me,
And I think it’s not so great.
Why stay in old reality,
When so m
StrangerUnshatter the glassStranger3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
unscatter the seeds
making grow what was broken
is sowing more weeds.
Rewind the tape
lift the paint from the wall
playing high up on ladders
equals harder the fall.
Stop the infection
mends wounds with ease
further spreads the disease.
Time travels one way
in our dimension of three's
attempts to start over
mean nothing to me.
Schrodinger's CatAm I alive? Or am I dead?Schrodinger's Cat5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
Being locked in that dreadful box,
I have become a paradox.
A flask of poison on the floor,
A radioactive source in store,
And a hammer to judge my fate -
Try and define my doubtful state -
Am I alive? Or am I dead?
Have I just purred? Or have I bled?
Where are you? (poem)<3Where are you? (poem)1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Just us two,
Walking beyond the avenue,
Admiring the beautiful nature view,
Spending a moment only with you,
Is like.. a dream come true,
You're a friend worth holding onto,
O but there's one question;
Where are you?
Life's Secret“I have a secret to tell,” Life said to me.Life's Secret2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“It’s something I shouldn’t have kept; I’m so sorry.
Although you went through the worst prematurely,
I still couldn’t have said something; I’m so sorry.
And I know a simple apology is just said unfairly.
It won’t do you any good now, so I’ll spill my secret clearly —
I am good. I am good, sincerely.
I may be tough, but I am no killer, only merely
A simple soul walking your earth in your shoes yearly.
I know the agony you have endured, and I know you plea
Day in and day out, your voice practically reaching over the sea.
I am good. I am good, sincerely.
The negatives will always be here if you let them; you need positivity.
This may sound like a contradiction, but don’t erase the negativity,
Simply turn it into a beloved memory, a happy time; it can be tricky.
So, keep in the mind this secret; don’t let it conquer you, promise me?”
Life is good.
Life is gre
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?Introspection in a Pale Moon Light2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A microcosm of the cosmos
A transient flash of memory
Soon forgotten for eternity
Am I a conscious collection of atoms?
Converging together at random
An essence in constant motion
Like a ripple upon the ocean
We are all made of star dust
Born when giant gas clouds combust
In a symphony of the spheres
Free from anxiety and of fears
We are never ending energy
Dancing across the galaxy
From Andromeda to the Milky Way
Like a ballerina in a ballet
BirdsThe birds are flaunting their wings by meBirds6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Knowing I can't fly.
What a joyful, blissful gift it is
To soar in the sky –
Racing softly through the winds
Up to touch the clouds.
That's the place to look for peace,
More is to be found.
The birds keep piercing through the morning streets
Free of people's vibes.
Reveling in the river's peaceful breeze
I'm only standing by.
Chirping merrily above
They must see best of life,
Making me, the wingless one,
Be glad that I'm alive.
The birds will always frisk across this scene,
Even when I die.
And ungodly hour colors bring
Enlightening sense of life.
No matter what may be,
Birds will be around.
Long as they are here to sing,
You'll be safe and sound.
A Spark That Once LivedDarkness is always known for the lack of light,A Spark That Once Lived1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But within its depths, there it sits —
Short and melting; its time winding down.
It has been burning day and night,
Its own wax crawling down its spine and then splits
Into its bottom, where the flame will eventually drown.
It’s a spark that was started half a decade ago.
The vigorous flame stretching upward,
Sharing its vibrant light with the cold darkness.
Its warmth was a daily reminder there wasn’t a final woe.
And that brightness was dynamic and skyward —
Although it was small, the strength it had was a constant progress.
The spark had a blessed gift:
Fear did not exist with it.
Pain was absent to it.
Happiness was its calling.
Mighty was its naming.
Love was its solving.
That spark was believed to last a lifetime.
However, the darkness still exists,
And the darkness was bound to consume again.
So, the flame died down and eventually couldn’t climb.
What it obtained, all of its gifts,
Was a struggle to ke
InfernoAlone she stands in twisted fire,Inferno3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Below the crimson flames.
A tangled mess of tortured turmoil
With a bitter taste of blame.
Hug her and she'll warm your heart,
Before she burns it all apart.
A lonely soul on a path of grey
You can tell she's been,
Where the ashes all lay.
Dressed in rags of ash and fire
Atop her thrown of stone.
A lonely child screams on fire,
But they left her all alone.
she hates the world
She'll make them pay,
And burn it to the ground someday.
So I leave her there,
And there she'll stay.
I hope the hurt may go away.
A girl who played with fire.
A flame without a friend
She gave into desire,
It got her in the end.
Broken WingsI am a flightless bird.Broken Wings2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My wings are broken,
And my vision is blurred.
The wind has not yet spoken.
I am left in silence.
I wobble as I try to walk.
My wings drag behind me.
It’s difficult for me to talk;
There is no way for me to plea.
I am alone in agony
I obtain broken wings
From the abuse I was given
By the treacherous kings,
Who already had my life written —
I am betrayed by love
I am a flightless bird
That chirps all day
For someone who isn’t absurd
And will finally stay.
I am a desperate little bird…
Sleepy Summer EveningLate swallows swoop and pipistrelles skitterSleepy Summer Evening1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To and fro across the house, skimming the eaves.
Against a soft darkening sky streaked with red
Gulls return to the bosom of mother sea.
The smell of grass rises sweet on the damp air.
While daisies quietly close their eyes in sleep
The blackbird sweetly sings a lullaby
And I to bed until his reveille.
I'll Burn Before I DrownI could easily be swept away by the seaI'll Burn Before I Drown1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the pain that’s willing to drown me…
But I’d rather burn in the fire
Than die without a blazing desire
To survive life with its slashing knife!
Riddle of A PoetWhen I feel alive...you’ll kill me.Riddle of A Poet2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But, when I feel deprived…you’ll heal me.
When I’m with friends...you’ll single me out.
But when my will bends…you’ll straighten me out.
When things are perfect for us...you’ll leave me for dead.
But, when things are bad between us...you’ll live in my bed.
...what are you?
- Michael Mort