The Path between two PathsThe path between two pathsThe Path between two Paths15 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A know of a garden wherein lies a noble secret
and to find it you have to be as subtle as the wind
below a whisper above a shout into a great river of different waters
within lie streams and trials leading down many paths and many doors
and you often find yourself immersed in warmness
while others leave a spine to shiver winter chill
along the rapids you go until find yourself in the clouds
cascading down the currents until not but a single droplet remains
only to once again be swept away by this great river which bends around the world twice over
Although the river can be an arduous journey
the water does calm
and then you see the Garden
RamdomTo be or not to be that wasRamdom26 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
question. Looking out the window
he now notice that the heart is
the only muscle that still moves
after death. For the people that
look for that immortal spell are the
ones that doesn't know that you still
live even after your gone. The eyes of
your child will not forget there father,
and that his lover will never forget how
much he loved her.
TimeTimeTime11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Time relates to rain. Days go slowly, or quickly, these factors depend on how lazy or active one is, how creative or malaised one is, so sectors of time, little widgets we keep track of to seep into the flack we allow ourselves can be compared to falling skies of water or even fire. Once a flickering ember, growing stronger, or a drizzle that torrentially becomes a cripple, even a gust so strong it brings out a thrust like a hurricane. Time can make someone go insane figuratively, eventually literally if left to our own devices. The indecisiveness begins to lift with counsel from a friend or confidante, then once more we become nonchalant. Easily filled with boredom, then we go again, and find something to occupy our mind and recommence back to feeling a sense of freedom again. Time never ends. It's continually moving. There is even a theory that it is looping, and as we do see even in our frame of mind history repeats itself. Now in this instant which has already passed as you re
Wading HomeI’d witness the crown of ivory shoresWading Home11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
That envelope far horizons
With loyal and stern mountains
While I peer and strain hopefully
For the jagged towering pillars
Of moss covered tenure
Centuries on end
The vessel would plow and steam
And cleave the frigid waves
Consistent, strong and certain
As the sea abates
And mystery looms and sprawls
For untouched ports
I’d voyage in rugged solace
Driven from the plush treasures of home
Into the welcoming wonder
Of secluded plunder
PoinsettiaI may be poor,Poinsettia18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nothing to grand to give,
But I shall present you
All I can give.
Thanks to you,
I have bloom like a star
In a middle of the winter sky.
Life At Every CornerAs a space clears for lifeLife At Every Corner21 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
in search of another adventure,
life reappears over ancient ashes
as if reincarnating for the sole purpose of filling
When America discovered that there was more land to expand,
I encourage you to go find me a corner,
small or big,
in which life doesn't inhibit.
I zoomed into landscapes of unfamiliar places,
Baffled at this scale,
hoping to understand it,
and more so accept it.
And so my eyes spoke forbidden truth,
and it was that Space,
is made for something.
A bigger house is an open invitation
a smaller house is an overflowing home.
And so, i find myself with light bulbs enlighting over my head,
sharp and crisp cutting through my ignorance,
that my home was was not made for only me,
but an invitation to many.
The longer the space,
the bigger the spaces between us,
through these long hallways and closed rooms.
All i hear is a collision of life,
that i once thought wasn't supposed to exist,
but now i under
Im WinterwaldTief im wilden WinterwaldIm Winterwald1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
Haucht der eis'ge Wind gar kalt!
Bedrohliche Bäume stehen am Wegesrand
Und greifen nach deinen Träumen mit knorriger Hand!
Schatten und Schmerz und allerlei Leid
Stecken verborgen unter frostigem Kleid.
Über lange Zeit verdunkelte sich das Herz vom Wald
Denn er besteht schon ewig und undenkbar alt.
Der Wind weht stärker, treibt Wolken heran
Ein Sturm zieht auf und alles fällt in seinen Bann
Die Bäume ächzen im stürmischen Wind
Und Schneeflocken treiben durch's Geäst geschwind.
Der Sturm ist nah, ein Unheil kommt an
So groß, dass es keiner mehr aufhalten kann
Eis und Frost hüllen bald alles ein
Der Wald, er schwankt, man hört sein Schreien.
Zu lange schon standen die eisamen Bäume
Zu lange fingen sie schlechte Träume
Der Sturm zwang die Bäume schließlich in die Knie
Und einen solchen Wald gab es niemals wieder ... NIE.
Our Sacred ForestWe played as only children could.Our Sacred Forest54 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
We played in the woods,
A cathedral of trees surrounded us.
Stiff Corinthian columns of pine.
The ceiling was needles, dappled light, and sky
A shifting stained glass window overhead.
We built our forts and our joy was alive.
Our pews were crisscrossed fallen trees
And piles of leaves, remnants
Of fall collections.
Me and him, basking in the secret
Of a place reserved for us, wild things.
A place a part from the adults yet,
Built on their principles.
A choir of crows resounded.
In the still calmness,
We dubbed a tree – The Tree of Life
And from its base, our altar bloomed
Piled with wild daisies and acorns
A home for the spirit of all things
A home for the spirit of children’s things
Amidst the walls of pine.
Oak TreeBig Oak in the front yardOak Tree1 hour ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where did you come from?
How did you become?
I would die without the flowers
Laying beside you,
Your closest friends
Yes, I would die without them
But I would kill you
When the summer rain falls
Love visits you
I lay under you
Soaking up your presence
As you soak up the sun
Death won't define you
You're my forever friend
I'll take pictures of you
Your own section in my mental scrapbook
Mother Nature will keep you safe
My BoredomMy Boredom4 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
This such a bore
Open up the door
See the snow poor in
Wish it'd just be nice
We could play outside
Enjoy some summer weather
See birds and find their feathers
No it has to be cold
We get really bored
Waiting for it to be warm
So extremely bored
Ta-dah! Due to my boredom, and the fact that it's freezing outside and there's no school, I wrote a little poem-ish thing! Yay!
Warmth AgainThe home is warm againWarmth Again11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a content heart
like a newfound love
a strong bond that bends for no one
the shelter of protection and care
nothing can shatter
like a home
with a fixed heater that works again
it's pretty fucking great to have a working heater again and that's all I really care about
city snownight snowcity snow12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling in darkness
pristine, crystallin white.
A muffled hiss,
and streets, hanging
heavy on the sills.
A swirling transformation.
In the ashen morning glow,
an early rush slowed, snow and slush
splashing from the curb.
Slipping sheets of melting ice
dripping, from every encased gutter
spout and streetlight height.
A dirty fog's clinging transmutation.
Snow CatBits of winter,Snow Cat17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
small and furious,
stubbornly adhere to me like
fur on black cotton.
Even the love of the snow cat
sting in her windy kisses;
frost in her bite.
I am allergic to cold
and so she comes.
Abandoned DroughtAbandoned DroughtAbandoned Drought18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a gate that leads over a faded painted orange bridge. The hinge to the gate is rusted, decrepit. The bridge falls over a once strong body of water that has since lost it's power. It's dry, it's fried in the heat. There's a seat slightly askew. There was once dew here, once a meadow bright and vivid, now the livid sun has cast a spell of flowing drought over this area. This place was once a bright, beautiful, luscious feria. Something ferocious happened here. It's clear, it's evident, now persistent, once imminent. Life was slowly sucked away from lack of rain. It seems as though it's constantly day in this place. Incredible heat streaming, vibrating in the air like ocean waves of lava. No one is here it's silent, but if a soul were to stroll here it would feel like scalding java scorching skin constantly, never abruptly.
City LightsThe streets never looked more beautiful. The lights of the city flawless. In that moment everything was in a state of perfection. The rain fell gently against my face and I just stood there in the street beneath the city lights. I didn't want to move I could have stayed, standing right there, forever.City Lights19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This