I Am My Own QueenI don't need you,I Am My Own Queen1 month 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,
KittyKitty1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stretched out on the couch
you start to purr
so soft and fluffy
is your fur
eyes so bright
a soft pale green
the coldest nose
I´ve ever seen.
The gait so gracious
full of stealth
a shiny coat
glowing with health.
for you an art
at catching mice
you are so smart.
you can be stubborn
who you´re going to rub on.
you can do real good
and at meal times,
well it´s understood
Only the best
for you we chose
you turn up your nose
but you know
how to bring us round
make us laugh
just fooling around.
We are here
to do your biddin`
we love you so
you´re our little kitten.
written by Suzanne Karbach September 2014
The best one under the sunWe know someone who´s so sweet,The best one under the sun1 month 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
On reflectionOn looking back into your pastOn reflection6 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
thinking how the time flew by,
you stop seeing the important things in life,
while struggling to survive.
Worrying about the future
and the mistakes made long ago,
disturb your peace of mind at present
you just can´t let it go.
Your errors are over and done with,
your past you´ve left behind.
The future ahead is a blank slate
so to yourself be kind
Stop worrying about what might not be
or dwell on your wrongs with regret
best to live in the here and the now
For it´s the key to real happiness.
Written by Suzanne Karbach sept 2014
A Poet's EchoCan poetry be felt in the blood, in the veinsA Poet's Echo2 weeks 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 On1 month 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
No more Glory DaysAppropriate behavior will make students soar quicklyNo more Glory Days1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Technology controls the student's minds, wasting valuable time
Treating your fellow classmates with respect
Inexperienced students fall behind, destroying their futures
Tick-tock, tick-tock, you are running out of time...
Under the clock's constant melody, it rings throughout your ears
Don't fall behind; time runs out from everyone
Everybody has those days...don't let the failure consume you!
Life and DeathWhat we do and what we areLife and Death1 month 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.
*Past and Present*One hundred years ago*Past and Present*3 weeks 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.
The Guardians of Childhood (Poem)The Guardians of Childhood (Poem)3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The spirits of an innocent childhood, from long ago
Arise and always protecting, the innocent
Children who’s dreams are filled with hope, with belief
With happiness as golden sand, takes the shape
Of their deepest dreams, their deepest goals,
Their deepest desires, as the sand takes on these,
A small, silent golden man, sandman, who holds the magic
Sand, that fills the kids with dreams.
He is the childhood guardian, that protects children’s dreams,
Their innocence as they sleep, like soundly angels,
Smiling in the dark. This was the guardian I use to always be told
About, in my mother’s stories. His golden sand illuminating
The pitch black night.
Another childhood guardian, she is the one who
Protects a child’s memories, and will always hold them
Dear, whose little fairies collect their teeth without
A sound, she is Toothania, the guardian, that is as kind
And as silent as her fairies. Always letting them know
Where they can find the children’s baby teeth.
SeptemberSuffering in this world of hate;September1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Emitting my sorrow through my fate;
Preparing my life for the treacherous fight;
Taming the fury through what I write;
Empowering the voice that’s always screaming,
Marking its words from what I’m dreaming.
Being weak from the torture of the past,
Engraving worded scars that’ll forever last.
Remembering why I keep surrendering
In this month of September,
Where I’ll keep weeping…
Open ViewI cut my handOpen View1 month 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 onCelebi1 month 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
Without capital lettersIt always bothered me,Without capital letters1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
how she wrote my name.
Everything in lowercase,
What the hell’s your game?
Was I the only one?
Her friends all laugh and stare,
am I so much different?
Not like I really care…
It always bothered me,
and yes, I always saw.
She wrote it every time,
like it was some damn law.
She makes me want to scream,
“If you could just refrain!
there’s a capital letter
at the beginning of my name!”
It always bothered me
that they all poked fun.
She never once stood up for me,
at this point, I’m just done.
It always bothered me,
how she wrote my name.
Everything in lowercase,
us boys aren’t all the same.
AloneWhen I'm alone my mind is open and palms are closedAlone1 month 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
QuatrainMirrored by a rippling shadowQuatrain1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Looming over the watery reflection
Their bodies reaching high with golden tips
Bestowed by the waning light of nature
Burdened by an ageless battle
Their old scabrous impression
The serene elevation over Earth's pits
Nestled within verdant nature's cradle
Pelted by hail until leaves turn to tatter
The leaves regrow with nature's own fixation
High enough to grasp the sky to sip
Drinking deep from Neptune's own ladle
Dancing WavesCan I see fire as energyDancing Waves1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I look into the candle
A message from the atom's make
Such beauty I cannot handle
To touch enlightens from contact
But flesh plays paltry passage
So scorn is thrown by cosmic hands
With feelings of burning sage
So touch my gaze that tries to see
Why the tongue speaks to the air
Perhaps to endless waves unseen
That inferior I say is bare
Epiphany then takes me whole
That racks my waking hours
And wrapt as babe in natal womb
My struggle no longer matters
For I will always be upraised
Afloat this sea invisible
The energy I see as flame
So radiates across the sill
Onto my palms where ashy scars
To them I feel no pain
As I breathe in this field of life
Dancing cross my face
Can I see fire as energy
While all its children guide
My mind to its enormity
Encompass all inside
Still I falter in this thought
But forget the angst for now
Because this sea will sail me far
And always I upon the bow
Hidden TreasureHidden TreasureHidden Treasure3 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 road1 month 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
GatekeeperDrawn by a single angelic fingerGatekeeper3 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 arrival1 month 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
The mosaic of life.The streams of color,The mosaic of life.2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
flowing and endless.
The mosaic of life never ends,
all it does is start a new panel.
One to be filled in by you.
Tracks in DuskGrandeur fallTracks in Dusk3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Where the light reflects
Swayed to awe
As the day injects
With a burning ray
The smallest track
Of the smallest shade
Once her breadth is plain
To a naked claim
From the shed of night
Where the sun aligns
Shown to be
Where no face detracts
All the ink enacts
Left is harsh
Under heatless flame
A single mark
With a single name
World in sharpest phase
To extend the blaze
Save the prints they make
In time they share
But a single fate
Lives they felt
In the safest days
All to know
Has long since escaped
Time will pass
And a history played
By size of acts
And their shadows made...