You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung wordsYou're Not A Poet2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
I Plucked A Feather From A Sleeping Angel's WingI plucked a feather from a sleeping angel's wingI Plucked A Feather From A Sleeping Angel's Wing1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So that I might be able to fly.
I waved my arms on the edge of the highest hill
But never ascended to the sky.
So carefully I plucked another breathlessly
And tried again with one in each hand tightly bound.
I strove in vain but the results were the same:
My feet still touched the ground.
So I plucked the rest in deepening exasperation
(Leaving that poor angel completely bare),
And flailed my arms madly in silent desperation.
Feathers scattered everywhere.
I sat down and cried looking to the sky,
Wondering why I couldn't fly on the wings of an angel's feather,
Then the angel awoke and behind me he spoke
"They weren't bound together."
Have you ever?Have you ever?1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have you ever loved so much it hurt?
Have you ever lost and loved again?
Have you ever felt as low as dirt?
Have you ever found then lost a friend?
Have you ever hugged a baby close?
Have you ever held a tiny hand?
Have you ever kissed cheeks like a rose?
Have you ever had fun in the sand?
Have you ever wished for something more?
Have you ever jumped the gravy train?
Have you ever helped someone who's poor?
Have you ever felt another's pain?
Have you ever lost someone in death?
Have you ever felt the sharpened blade?
Have you ever seen the last drawn breath?
Have you ever wished you just had stayed?
Have you ever praised the One above?
Have you ever knelt down on your knees?
Have you ever cried just like a dove?
Have you ever begged the One who sees?
Have you ever sailed into the sky?
Have you ever walked upon the moon?
Have you ever scaled a mountain high?
Have you ever rode the big balloon?
Have you ever dwelt upon the past?
Have you ever prayed for once again?
Have you ever wishe
Surreality 2Surreality 24 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
wishing wells and pumpkin shells
coffee with mint cream
wedding bells and magic spells
life is but a dream
mother says it's rain today
drought's been sixteen years
pigs will fly and cats will stray
seventeen brings tears
hooting owls and leopard prowls
burn the midnight sun
men with jowls eat fattened cows
never had such fun
father says it's time to go
new year's 'round the bend
can't be late for nature's show
fish-face now the trend
dreamer's dream and lover's love
wishing time would fly
blue moonbeam on heaven's dove
hope I never die
Here's to the PeopleHere's to the girl with the broken glass heart,Here's to the People2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
surrounded by friends, yet so far apart,
to the girl with the ocean in her deep blue eyes,
to the girl that never once cries.
Here's to the boy with his dreams on the floor,
just looking for peace, yet starting a war,
to the boy who laughs in the face of fear,
Yet on the inside sheds a few tears.
Here's to the people who never got a chance,
to the people who never got so much as a glance,
the world won't say they never pursued,
the world will say they soared high and they flew.
My Little FriendI have a friend,My Little Friend3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She lives in my head,
She makes me hate myself,
Makes me feel dead.
Is it okay that I love it?
To have a few hidden friends?
I guess we’re just born with it,
We’re together till the end.
Maybe they’re people who passed,
Leaving us behind on this planet,
Trying to warn us of the future,
Throwing us into panic.
I love her though,
She was my first friend,
I won’t let her go.
But only at times,
She can be a real bitch,
saying too many comments,
Making my hand start to twitch.
Absent WordsIn no-man's land, I try to herd--Absent Words3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
like cattle--all my absent words,
but my pen has a way
of being led astray--
stories caught on the wings of birds.
I Fell AsleepI fell asleepI Fell Asleep3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the arms of the enemy.
My worst mistake,
As I let his words get to me.
I left my life
In the hands of a killer.
I trusted my blood
To a man who's a murderer.
I closed my eyes
As he lulled me away.
I loosened my grip
As he began to sway.
I fell asleep
In the arms of the enemy.
I lost my life,
but I lost my life willingly.
Ode to SerpentsAh, snakes, tricksters of nature. Blissful hissing containing velvet lies, deceit, mischief. Slivered eyes focused on nothing but the victim's patience. Coils of silk that grasp when you are not aware. A maw of taunt that can't be stopped nor bearable.Ode to Serpents2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little one, tell me, how do you manage to do it? Crawl under the skin and bore into the skull, glean what you need. Catch them off guard. Your strike is unforeseen. Toy with the victim, keep the fanged smile plastered. Deceive and retrieve...what? Little one, what do you wish to gain?
Your lavender words are unavoidable. Pleasant lies that can't be seen behind the satin scales and narrowed eyes to be presented and served. Weaving through the victim's emotions and their denial, working your way to their limit and beyond. Creating bliss and chaos, disrupting their foolish thoughts. How uncanny of you to do, my slithery friend.
So now, little serpent, I ask of one favor. May you complete your serpentine routine?
I Deserve DeathI lie alone here in my bedI Deserve Death2 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With blankets to keep me warm.
My pillow rests beneath my head
As the roof gives shelter from the storm.
But You had no home or place to stay
No place where you belonged.
Yet still You never were led astray
And gave all Your thanks to God.
I roam these streets, these places, these rooms and halls
My joy so easily seen.
These faces, they greet me with smiles, and all
I do is continue my routine.
But You were not welcomed in cities nor towns
Stones were thrown at Your face.
They cried and yelled and wailed and shout,
"We don't want or need Your grace!"
I count my rewards, my medals and praise
My heart so welled up with pride.
In disbelief I recall the many different ways
Such splendor has entered my life.
But You were shunned and beaten and cursed
They called out your name in vain.
You bled and cried and struggled with thirst
To take away MY pain.
The voices, they tell me , time after time
I deserve to be known and loved.
I don't want to believe it, and I tr
DryadDryadDryad3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Born amid stars, sprouted a sprig divine
Followed by twig sprung out of fertile soil
Gold dust and feathers her temples shall foil
While juicy vines around her wrists entwine
One of forest folk like her mother dear
Robed in sheer sunlight, hair with bloom adorned
Sings tune of wisdom to heart of acorn -
- Oak tree, the home to that her life adheres
Angel of timber, woodland's tender ghost
Nymph with green wings of silky foliage
The branches provide shelter and salvage
To harmless soul that once tree dies, is lost
You Smiled Like the OceanYou smiled like the ocean,You Smiled Like the Ocean1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a wave unto the sea-
Vast as any desert
And as empty as can be.
You laughed as if the sun alit
A midnight summer sky-
Loud as any empty cave
And almost just as dry.
You cried as if the solar system
Ripped itself apart;
But I-oh, I only cried,
From a battered, broken heart.
Breaking news.The government makes status––Breaking news.1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
they ignore the real matters
they own the news
they confuse and abuse
making sure we're all scattered.
The law creates crime––
a social ladder we must climb
always the poor
stuck on the floor
as the privileged spend their time.
Society ignites fear––
blurring anything clear
as real life is nowhere near.
The system makes criminals––
while stealing the Earths minerals
raising the price
feeding the vice
locking us away, for lacking principles.
The people are losing their souls––
giving up on their genuine goals
working nine to five
pretending they're alive
when they're completely under control.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
My PrayersMy PrayersMy Prayers1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There is not in wanting a single dream
Of my own when I take them to Lord God
For though impossible they just might seem
To fulfill them, over spite He has trod
Every night when I lie down in my bed
And stare at the beautiful starlit sky
I take whatever has given me dread
Unknown to others, as I ask Him why
This longing pains my heart so deeply through
Or this joy makes me jump so gleefully
Speaking in prose His promises I knew
Since I found Him, I love Him ceaselessly
The Father who made me watches me rest
While the next day my prayers manifest
Mason Allen Buskirk
27 February 2014
TimeTime is a river and it rushes by meTime1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Persistent as Styx; upon that grim ferry
Navigates gloomy Charon, paid his avaricious fees
To cross Stygian tides for amaranthine Hades.
Time is of itself only ages
Gazed in blinks through the stages
Of infinite nothing held in perpetual now.
Seeds to sow then to plow.
Born to death are the melancholy wise,
Stark as the worm gorged on sightless eyes.
Black holes seeing nothing six foot below,
Blissfully ignorant of this grim tableau.
We pass the while between tick tocks
(Doomed continuity measured by imaginary clocks);
Time is of the essence, yet time is not.
A concept no more real than Camelot.
Needle of the PineYou're a needle of the pine, my dear -Needle of the Pine1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a poking of the spine, a narrow rod
to gently prod my heart in waters brine.
And when I fall, you pull me tall
to bask in heaven's shrine, for what you are
'tis not sub-par, my needle of the pine.
The red sunThe red sunThe red sun1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Creeps down the darkened sky;
The red sun,
With its eye, I'm undone.
I am falling in dark,
An eye watches me, stark;
The red sun.
Without MythologiesWithout MythologiesWithout Mythologies6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If I could, I would make you a raging river,
With angry rapids supplied with rain
So you could always meander, and forever be able to run away
Without contending with myths wrongly interpreted - with pain.
- John K. Samson
We’re watching the sun drown in a lake,
your eyes are far away and you say you wish
you were the wind.
You stretch out your arms like tired old wings,
and say you hope one day the sky
will just swallow you up. In that last sliver
of light, I tell you that you have it all wrong.
You could never be something so invisible as wind,
(It’s cool breathe makes us shiver,)
If I could, I would make you a raging river.
I’d turn your fingertips to salty spray,
your bones to smooth
Your lips would kiss the ocean each day,
your gut would fill with fish and frogs.
Your fidgeting toes never forced still again.
I’d turn your heart into a waterfall,
And last of all I’d make
those rushing waters from your brain,
Solitary Mind of Connected MadnessI see a sliver in the outskirts of eyes,Solitary Mind of Connected Madness1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tripping on madness, of madness this ride
Is, a circus of freaks. And there's no place to move,
And no place to breathe there's no room it's
My mind pressing mirrors upon mirrors and halls,
Palms touching nothing but heat-slicken claws,
And bent are the fractures of twitches of dream,
And fragmented truths of escaped tragedy.
Sobbing are soldiers not laid seige to a cheek,
Fools that are weary, held back as they're freed,
And o how the merry-go-round spins its tales,
Moving forward, neverending, on circling trails.
Succumb to the effervescence of thrilling deceit,
Believe when you don't, acceptance is key,
Be lost with the timeless, unwavering charm,
In circles, not touching skin, all arm in arm.
I see a world on a sliver of fire,
Tripping on madness, on madness on wire,
Is it I'm slipping at the edge of a hope?
It's time to accept we're together
He LiedI told him he was perfect,He Lied3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And it’s the truth- he is for me.
I said that he was worth it
As I told him we could be.
He led me to new places-
I felt that I could fly.
His fingers filled the spaces
And taught me not to cry
We spoke about forever,
Oh beautiful words as such!
He told me he had never
Loved someone quite as much.
As wonderful as it sounds,
Though happiness we share
The memories gather round
And trap me in their lair.
He told me I was perfect,
That his body and heart were mine
But I guess that we weren’t worth it
For he made a mistake-
Sails of the DragonA shining vessel in waters darkSails of the Dragon1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
White sails proud amidst the storm
From fierce clouds, the lightning stark
mocked the glow of fire warm
Proud she stood to fight the wind
Her dragon tall in growing light
While thunder roared in ceaseless din
Hating the fair craft so bright
On she sailed in crushing waves
Towards the first of sunrise's rays
Enraged, the roiling storm gave chase
But slowly faded in the warmth of day
Thus she emerged in shining form
To sail in light for evermore
Never again would there be a storm
That dared to challenge the Dragon's roar.
the Sherry in the GlassI.the Sherry in the Glass1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Alter? When the hills do
bring me the sunset in a cup
could I but ride indefinite
down Time’s quaint stream
Exultation is going
further in the summer than the birds
going to heaven!
He touched me so I live to know
I never lost as much as twice,
just lost when I was saved
like some old-fashioned miracle.
My worthiness is all my doubt,
not any sunny tone
of bronze or blaze
Pink, small, and punctual,
Remembrance has a rear and front,
so bashful when I spied her
The Bible is an antique novel
Unto my books so good to turn
Victory comes late;
while I was fearing it, it came.
You cannot put a fire out.
The SpyTo him, lying is a way of life.The Spy1 month ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Whether it be in dark alleys
Or in brightly-lit capitols,
He's become wary, canny.
Word's to top off his disguise,
His eyes miss nothing,
His ears are far from deaf.
If someone was to merely glance,
He would look like a normal man
Just going about his day.
Little do they know,
Any slip of the tongue,
Every suspicious reaction,
He catches and remembers it all.
Sometimes he infiltrates,
Sometimes he's just there,
But no matter where he goes,
He's a hazard in every way.
To his target, to his country,
To everyone he knows.
Because he lives a life of lies,
And who can trust a spy?
The real meaning of friendshipFriendshipThe real meaning of friendship5 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Kidding around turns into
Remembering painful times
Ignoring the painful truth that lies ahead
Ending all hope
Never finding any good in it
Demanding they be there for you but they never
Seem to keep their promise of staying
Heartache and loneliness always comes at the end
Insightful friends are nothing but a myth
Promises broken and pitying oneself