One-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer besoThomas PovOne-Shot: Thomarie nuestro primer beso1 week 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
AzureStruck by Cupid’s dartAzure1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’m bleeding belladonna,
veins surging poison.
Now blue bells and little stars
live where my eyes used to be.
Phlox crawls from my chest,
heart pulsing with a nectar
that is beyond sweet.
My pretty petals tempt you,
with lethal indifference.
Dawn of the AngelI watched him descend from the skyDawn of the Angel1 week 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!
I do not keep secrets from you.I do not keep secrets from you,I do not keep secrets from you.1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
you who have made my burdens light.
Would that I could carry yours too,
across oceans, down valleys, mountainous views
looking down upon fields burdened with blight.
I do not keep secrets from you,
my distaff shadow, eyes bruised
with fatigue, but inside alight -
would that I could carry yours too,
the weighted dark casting your life askew
to the wolves, ripping into each slight.
I do not keep secrets from you,
but the load on your back is hidden from view.
I am your princess but would be your knight -
would that I could carry yours too,
the private concerns keeping you blue,
the whispers between your shoulders uptight.
I do not keep secrets from you;
would that I could carry yours too.
BlueBlue the waves and blue's the tide,Blue3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Blue's the world and small and wide,
Blue the tears that I have cried:
Thoughts crossing my mind.
I am dreaming seas of blue,
Blue are all my déjà-vus.
I am wondering just who
Doesn't dream in blue?
Many thoughts crossing my mind,
Tears in blue that I have cried,
Blue's the world and small and wide:
Reaching waves and tide.
My Last SonataWe will meet again in Osaka,My Last Sonata3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
underneath the raining petals,
and I will play my last sonata.
I hold your hand like a fermata,
your grip a handshake, mine too gentle.
We will meet again in Osaka,
Japan, the final act in our tragic opera.
All my demons have been wrestled,
and I will play my last sonata
from Saigon rooftops to Nevada
deserts, with naught but love to peddle.
We will meet again in Osaka,
you with a hard heart and me an armada
of barely-summoned mettle
and I will play my last sonata,
bleeding from me like stigmata,
a tender heart against your nettle.
We will meet again in Osaka
and I will play my last sonata.
Premature thoughtsPremature thoughts1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I know I am already loved,
as I hang suspended in this wonderful
warm dark liquidy place.
I´m not scared, in no pain.
I´m happy in my little space.
I hear the sweetest voice,
not loud but oh so low.
The voice of the one who will always love me,
I stir, it sets me all aglow.
And as I grow,
a steady drumming fills my very being.
it quietens me and I slumber,
rocking softly to and fro.
All too soon blankets soft and warm,
tighten round my limbs.
They´re smothering I perceive.
This room is getting smaller, too small
but I never want to leave.
The pressures increase around me
some kind of troubles start,
I´m pushed and shoved from every side,
it´s time, I must depart
This trouble seems to last for hours,
my head stuck in a vice.
My body´s crushed, exhausted.
Will I get out alive?
A rush of ice cold air
a blinding light I see
Slap! hey what´s that strange sound?
Huh! It´s coming out from inside me!
Oh Help! Oh Help!
Where am I now?
layed down on soft w
This Day Is...This Day Is...4 days 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' Herman2 weeks 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.
I decided on that very day I'd find that boy and then,
tell him that I'm sorry and that 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 Carpenter's BrideYour dreaming face betrays no connivingThe Carpenter's Bride3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
lies; do you dream of sheep or kangaroo
courts handing down guilty verdicts, diving
into pools of laundered money accrued
by men with caterpillar mustaches?
Can your lurking Cheshire grin meet my eyes,
or is our great depression succotash
made with shelled oysters lead astray by wise
men gone to the dark? Keep your looking glass
spotless, and keep me on the other side
of reason, of justice. This last impasse
leaves no way out for the besotted bride
who saw too late; your guilty, bloody hands
have ripped apart our only Wonderland.
I AmI am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.I Am2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wonder how people plan for the future for it looks like an empty void of luck and chance.
I hear the beat and the melodies of songs that never leave my head, songs I often daydream to.
I see the flutter of my drapes, the bounce in my friend's walk, the slope of my brother's back and question why I do.
I want nothing more than for someone to say I am theirs with nothing but sincerity and pride and passion and love.
I am one who hungers for things she cannot have and who dreams of only nonexistence.
I pretend to see those that are only colors and lines in the hardest of times for I know they will always be there.
I feel more sympathy and love for characters who dance across my screen more than I feel for the real people around me.
I touch my friend's hand through the computer screen whenever we talk, even though we have never met.
I worry about my choices, what I did in the past; never shaking off the
DiscardedI will hideDiscarded1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From the stars
Where the light
Would you guide
My blind eyes?
That this world
The pure lives.
We all know
How this will end
I want to escape.
I want redemption
I want death
The human race
Must be erased.
They brought lies
To these lands.
They love receive
But never give
To the homeless
Dying on the street.
I hate them
They have to die
I will purge
Days that are no MoreIt conjures up old memoriesDays that are no More2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nothing on earth could compare.
The words, in thirst of expression
of my heart
can at all times be found there...
Where cardinals rest
on snow covered branches
in trees, of winters' past...
I would peacefully watch
my warm breath before me
become a cloud of smoke
in the cold contrast.
...And they would take flight on occasion,
but always to return again.
Their red wings denoting
their comings and goings
always, without a question...
So suddenly, is the feeling
of what it is that I'm longing for...
A memory...With silver lining.
Days - that are no more.
By loveis-linda AKA LindArtz ©
A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.A Poem Dedicated to Robin Williams.2 weeks 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
I Planted an AcornI planted an acorn on the hillI Planted an Acorn3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To see if it would grow.
As I covered the earth I whispered
“You’ll reap what you sow.”
Twelve months later I returned
But found the ground was bare.
I whispered my secret and people laughed,
“There is no tree up there.”
I waited and waited to no avail.
My dreams won’t grow from here.
Any green shoots that reach for light
Are choked by the weeds of fear.
I’d planted the seed up on the hill
So that everyone would see,
Yet the one who ever saw its worth
Was really only me.
All I want is to stop thinking.Analyzing every angleAll I want is to stop thinking.1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that my psyche can construct.
everything until I'm stuck.
Damned if I do anything
or worse if I don't act.
All of my conclusions drawn
without a single fact.
Suffocated by assumptions,
swept away by fear and doubt.
Paralyzed by indecision,
panic is my only out.
In a claustrophobic tailspin
without any ground in view.
I can't do this any longer,
but what else is there to do?
What s in a name.What´s in a name?What s in a name.5 days 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
Eagle and the BearBorn in the land of the eagleEagle and the Bear2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
unto the blood of the bear.
I learned early across horizons of time
that life, is never fair.
Yet I've found, through many failures
have come out of them more gain;
for born unto me of freedom, the wings of the eagle
and the fight of the bear in my veins.
For with grace I soar
and in strength I roar.
My spirit, ANGERS for justice!
Together, with the eagle's eye
and the bear's great, fighting size;
Opression - shall BOW
Those Girls Knew What They Were DoingRed Riding HoodThose Girls Knew What They Were Doing1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
walked through the wood
any which way she pleased.
With grandmother gone
it wasn't long
before the wolf was teased.
But picking flowers
doesn't take hours.
You don't have to ask it
Behind closed door
she lost more
than the bread within her basket.
couldn't tell a
prince from an everyday guard.
But when twelve struck the bell
she knew well
to drop the slipper in the yard.
Losing a shoe
would catch the man she met.
To stop cleaning house
be as quiet as a mouse
and play a little hard to get.
Little Snow White
took a flight
one way from stepmother's Hell
She moved in
with seven men
it wasn't a hard sell
It soon got round
that she was found
and with an apple she really "bit
But awakened at last
she dumped the dwarves fast
for a more appealing meal ticket.
knew her duty
to roll over and play dead
As not to miss
the one whose kiss
would put the crown on her
It's sad when tarts
have all the smarts.
Why didn't Joan of Ar
The Darkest DawnMalicious mass of hatred down below,The Darkest Dawn1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A former friend, a sham, a lying thief,
An army driven mad by greed did grow,
His evil rose, immense beyond belief.
My noble knights have lost their minds to it,
My weathered iron heart, now brown with rust,
My hands still grasp my blade, as I now sit,
And plead to gods who left us in the dust.
The bravest one of us had paid the price,
She stole the gods' light, all to end the war,
But to the gods, a final sacrifice,
She, like the enemy, became no more.
At what great cost were we spared from the fall?
The very criminal who saved us all.
WinterWalking through this world alone,Winter1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
On pure flakes of fallen snow,
Guide me into the unknown.
Following wherever they may go.
The cold wind stings,
But birds still sing.
The songs echo a pleasant ring.
That spread their wings,
The world I roam keeps me enticed,
The riverbeds are glazed with ice.
Frosted over with a film of white,
Glowing in the clouded light.
Drifts of snow fill my tracks,
Night sets in,
And cold attacks.
I feel the chills,
run up my back.
Listening to twigs crack.
I'm standing where the wildlife roams,
In this glen that they call home.
I'm by myself,
But I am not alone.
They peek at me,
Standing still like stone.
The snowfall stops,
And I begin to walk.
Looking up at snowy mountain tops.
And I can hear it talk.
It tells me it's time to end my stay,
Tree limbs blow to show the way.
The sun rises, I see it's rays.
I'm returning to whence I came.
*Well Read Book*Market stall yielded, fifty cents*Well Read Book*1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Book well read, pages stained
Corner down, forgotten interest
Someone was held spellbound.
Print on page, highlighted yellow
Looks with detachment at me
I underline significant words
Eyes slowly opened see.
Readers in future might puzzle
At marks and observations
Writings on the wall-so to speak
They will add own notations.`
The last to knowAfter your secret was revealed,The last to know1 week 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
WhiteRunningWhite3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Running through the crackling snow
Under my feet
Everything is white
White and frozen
I hear the trees
Whisper to each other
Words of secrets
I see the ravens fly away
Flapping their wings
As I pass by
Closer and closer
My breaths freeze
Into a white cold cloud
Nobody to be seen
Only the footprints I left behind me
When I close my eyes
A thousand snow white wolves
By my sides
Their ocean blue eyes
Freezing my heart
Cold but warm
At the same time