Can Your Parents Relate?You, the girl in the corner of your bedroomCan Your Parents Relate?2 weeks 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 In1 month 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 cageSchool1 month 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 Shift1 month 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 week 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 Metaphor2 weeks 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 Ellatha2 weeks 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
The Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)I am desperately seeking someone to save meThe Villain (Bye Bye Mr. Nice Guy)4 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Wondering where I have been going wrong
The more I allow myself to be walked over
The more I feel like it’s where I belong
Under the tread marks of your rubber soled shoe
My face has been driven in to the mud
You’ve laced my dignity with so much self doubt
What on earth have I gained from being good
I am desperately seeking something to save me
The next line to the poem of my life
Dissecting my past with clinical precision
Using a pen-shaped surgical knife
With a blade that seems to cut deeper and deeper
Each time that I am wounded or I am hurt
But maybe now is the time to put down my pen
And distribute my anger with more than words
I am desperately seeking something to save me
I feel I’m on the cusp of a rebirth
I will take centre stage and leave you in the wings
There is no more time left to rehearse
I have stiffened the sinews, I have summoned the blood
I face my fears and I’ve made a decision
I can be strong, I can
Silver ChameleonSilver ChameleonSilver Chameleon3 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
The Word Count Is NoneYou once said you’d write a poem to my motherThe Word Count Is None17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
About how much you loved her only son
But something seems to have changed in your heart of late
And now the word count has become none
I know I am not your knight in shining armour
In fact no armour could protect me
From all the nights I have spent sitting in the dark
With no moon to light up my misery
You once said you had dreamt of the two of us
Young lovers stood knee deep in a lake
But you chose to increase the depth of the water
Before I even had a chance to wake
Now I am drowning in the dreams of your sunset
As I can't get a handle on my blues
Still I offer you my shoulders to stand on
So you can breathe but of course you refuse
You once said that you were writing me a letter
And told me to read it with a smile
But I’m not sure if I can remember how to
Since it has been such a very long while
Still I begin to read it with a hopeful heart
And each swirl of your calligraphic scrawl
Forms a butterfly that takes flight from th
BirdsThe birds are flaunting their wings by meBirds2 weeks 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.
Rainy DaysOn dismal ,dark andRainy Days1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the weather mirrors all
The grey clouds shroud
your depth of mind,
reflect the mood
you have inside,
but just as rain clouds melt,
hope`s renew in the setting sun.
Light and warmth can
for a new tomorrow.
if you get caught and you get wet
take heart remember with no regret.
After rainy days,dark,forlorn,
the sun ascends on a brand new morn.
By Suzanne karbach 31.07.2014
WordsIt’s when I get my thoughts to rhymeWords1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That I can truly start to see
What has been swirling in my mind,
And then I get to set it free.
A turmoil of chaotic calls
Becomes a desperate, pleading choir
Of thousands of tangled words
Awaiting me to help them thrive.
They cry, and weep, and beg like kids,
Won’t let me drown myself in sleep
Until I give them what they need –
A string of rhythm and sense to grip.
I strive and strive to make them speak
And give them a melodic vibe.
Yet their presence is too weak,
I'm losing hope that they'll survive.
But after stumbling time and time
Again to let them slip away
I start to hear their chime.
I start to see them find a way.
So one by one and step by step
I see them coming up to me.
They join to spin a magic web –
My soul’s true epitome.
And that’s the place they shall remain,
In subtle, fearless accord.
I never thought that I could tame
Such mischievous, capricious words.
So now I’m pacing back and forth
Introspection in a Pale Moon LightAm I a dream of the universe?Introspection in a Pale Moon Light1 week 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
Where are you? (poem)<3Where are you? (poem)2 weeks 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?
Head in a bookThey say get back in reality,Head in a book1 month 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 glassStranger1 month 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.
A Spark That Once LivedDarkness is always known for the lack of light,A Spark That Once Lived3 weeks 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
Life's Secret“I have a secret to tell,” Life said to me.Life's Secret3 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
InfernoAlone she stands in twisted fire,Inferno1 month 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.