.you forget that.5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
roses have thorns;
a prick of the
skin will tell you
that you're holding
her too tight
.the sun did not.1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
kiss my skin
yesterday, he slept
face around noon
and then went back
to bed; the
Icicle EyesDecember girl:Icicle Eyes2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
the snowflakes glittering
in your wind-blown hair
to the icicles
in your eyes.
Rain SonatarainRain Sonata2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
upon my skin,
playing a solo
on my cheekbones
and a chorus on
my sky bound palms,
and without hesitation,
i've been transformed
into an instrument
for heaven's gray
as the clouds
break into an
The sweet smell of LavenderEvery time I plunge my nose into her lilac hairThe sweet smell of Lavender3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I smell this wild aroma tickling my nostrils
Every time I kiss her fresh neck under the violet twilight
I feel this scent melting with my blood
From her very name resonates my childhood's morning glory
I beg you, running Time, leave her unscathed
From her crocus gaze, a thousand chills!
I learn the bitter meaning of perfection
She drops blue bell caresses off my relieved inwardness
Like an angel without faith, I might sin
Turning heavens against me for her dahlia grin
When I look at my heart, I realize she coloured my world
MoonflowerChild of the white,Moonflower2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bloom again at night
To watch the lovely moon?
But as you are the light
Within the darkness of night,
Give us courage to go on
In this dark chaos.
Sky-Forge SighingThe molten cloud-ironSky-Forge Sighing1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
flares in the dusk-topaz
light, sky forge sighing,
cooling into cloud-grey
and star-studded coal.
Sorbet in The SkyApricot whiskers bloomSorbet in The Sky2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
in streaks of fluffy aurora borealis,
sun-pinks chasing snowballs tumbling
through thinning dawn crimson,
Caelus blowing steam and
sighing chilled breezes into
fields of azure.
The train of day rolls on,
the sun begins his grand departure.
With great celebration and fiery spirit he travels away,
leaving water color bursts of pink and yellow.
Baby blue becomes royal indigo.
Solemnly the moon shows her face,
the moon's subjects of white fire following her, illuminating mortals below.
Like diamonds they reflect the sun.
Night has come, the sun gone.
The dark hours resound with peace.
6:30 ante meridiemI open my mouth to suck in a breath6:30 ante meridiem1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
The morning’s frost kisses my teeth
And I shiver.
midnight aches and inside strangersevery nightmidnight aches and inside strangers5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wake up to strangers
(No, it's not what you think.
These aren't one-
or tequila lungs
They're the oaths
kept in the
depths of my
of the fears
the dearest dreams
slithering my spine]
these are the cups
in my sorrows
in the riverbed
of a throat
from the vine garden
they found a way
They are the ones
in my blood
shuddering my bones
There's no fright.
folded like a contortionist
in my chest
while the moon
my sky's pendant,
and just listens.
From the Window to the SouthI am taken abackFrom the Window to the South3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the evening strata,
the atmospheric shading of dusk.
November, akin to February
in the art of mournful transition,
is painted romantic
in contrast to the needle-point
branches, starved for sun.
The view is untouched
by the crumpled corpse of autumn,
rose-tinted to defy the chill.
Winter WhiskImagine this: a world of writersWinter Whisk19 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
weaving words of utmost wonder,
witnessing fair wintry whirlwinds
that sputter through weary willows,
and wade among the windowsills -
not one whisper left obscured...
Even as the stars of woolly white
wither into an angel-winged flame,
welcoming wires of watery copper
that attract the wolves of wildflower,
and wrestle with thoughts of spring -
surely snowfall wins the poets' hands.
IciclesWarm, soft air,Icicles1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breath as a ghost on the breeze
condensing into a fine mist,
Dancing bitter pirouettes
and whispering silken omens,
as petals in the snow.
Cold, hard earth,
Crunching miniature cities
with a single, gentle footfall,
Loping, silent, singing
liquid silver racing,
Urgent, fateful missions
as glacial rivers flow.
Delicate, crystal bells,
Delightful, intricate daggers
deceiving battered flesh,
Garnished, bruised, marked
fantastic rainbow shades,
Radiating fractures leak
as veins of shattered pearl.
Harsh, rasping nails,
Driving blizzards shrieking
blue, murderous claws,
Acute fangs clenching
against blasphemous vows,
Fall to the depths
of ostracised perdition.
~ Magic ~Falling Flurries~ Magic ~2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
That come from Heaven
Gracing me with their soft caress.
Blows the flakes to and fro
Holding me in a tornado of pure beauty.
Kissing Snow Flakes
Move over my nose
Before softly landing on my lashes.
Hits the ground with a whisper
Transforming the world before my eyes.
As I watch the first snowfall with you
Along with every single one that follows.
Tiny Leaf's Tragic TriumphFond memories of the summerTiny Leaf's Tragic Triumph3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
The leaf smiles one last time
He withers away finally
To be a tragic death
As the earth prepares for its slumber
The forgotten leaf is covered
While he dissolves into the soil
As the last of his kind
He feels triumphant
The first snowflakeThe fleeting light of the moonThe first snowflake1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
A chilly wind blowing through the streets
Blowing colourful leaves
Five frosty fingers on your shoulders
Neck, cheeks, throat
Not a single sound despite the voice of the wind
Singing his song
Nine thousand lanterns lighting the night
Children singing songs
And suddenly the chaos dies
No children sing
No winds blow
No lanterns come
No fingers go
And silently it happens
They are awestruck everyone
When the first little snowflake settles on the ground, twinkling, sparkling, beautiful
Hold your breath!
Trying to HuntThere was a tear sometime into winterTrying to Hunt4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was deep onyx and browbeaten
Bleeding murk that grayed the snow,
In an unknown portion of the cedars;
Cold filled the sandwich up with slime.
“Time” said Rex, “the seer of all things
has found you out.” (Trudging went the boots)
Winter looked soft but wetly it chaffed, it made
One’s feet miserable; the gun kept slipping
And the jacket decided to forgo its warmth.
There was no grand effulgence amongst the Ether,
There was no “I” in the clouds; what was one hunting?
Geese they flew in an echelon that burned in white
Every year feeling it out, knowing better; ‘they must feel
Love? They bond for life;’ no “I” was in the cloud.
Horrible is a truth that one can find, reflected in
A swath of nature, there is no help in the hollows
Or the brooks, no solace when blood is in one’s ears
Consciousness buzzed along, and breath labored;
One listened to the heartbeat atop the clinkin
MeaningEveryone means something to someone...Meaning6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
even if you don't think so, you mean a lot.
CuriosityMy name is Curiosity.Curiosity2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I didn't kill your cat.
Stupidity led the angel towards me, where he had set a trap.
So much crimson had stained my hands because of their work.
By "they" I mean Stupidity and Nerve of course
They take the lives of the innocent.
But the burden always falls upon me.
"Curiosity killed the cat" they say.
But how could I, don't you see?
My only weapon is wonder.
But they all still look upon me with hatred, dread, and misery.
As if I had centuries of blood on my hands.
When I never could
FlashlightThe golden flashlightFlashlight3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
illuminates us in sepia.
It is a cyclops eye,
gazing at us (marble dust)
with paternal curiosity,
of her soul in the sky.
Let's make shadow puppets of awe
on the snowball's skin.
Snow-snow-Snow4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if the sky had feelings
And it's clouds were its face
If it rained, it was sad
It it was clear, she was glad
If it was dark and stormy, she was mad
But I wait everyday
For it to one day just snow
Eventually it would snow on a grey sky
The sky was exceptionally sad today
It was winter and no one liked the cold
She felt lonely and empty
And kept her clouds just as grey almost everyday
Because no one seemed to care anymore like they used too
One day she thought maybe it was time to wake up
Maybe bring in something beautiful she recently created
It started snowing, scared that no one would think it was beautiful
It was just a light snowfall
She was wrong, the light ice crystals that fell from the sky pleased many
Finally, she felt welcomed by the fellow people
And her heart had felt warm and less alone
She smiled in the winter
Because she felt accepted
(In general I enjoy winter, yes it's quite lonely and well that's me xD but I think it's a beautiful season, don't judge it by
Take Me to the EarthTake me to the earth,Take Me to the Earth2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where ancient gnomes
And sweet russet nuts
In sturdy stone hearths
Whilst they swap tales
Of olden forest mothers
Giving birth to bears
And hares in the places
Where the tree spirits
Ensnare colorful flowers
And use their powers
To call down the rain
To empower the soil
Making it rich and loamy
To nourish deep roots
And blades of grass
That surround magical
Waters that display
Reflections like glass
Allow me to gather
The squirrels and
The bees and the
Birds that dwell
Within the trees
To drink from these
Crystal clear and opaque
Pools whilst humor-filled
Fairies dance like fools
Until my stomach
Swells with a healthy girth
Oh ye elder gods,
Take me to the earth...
RainRain1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Listen to the pitter patter of the water drops that fall to the ground
The sound is so soothing and relaxing
Do you hear that?
That's the rain pouring
But do you really know why it rains?
It rains because Mother nature is crying
Why is she crying?
No one knows.
Perhaps it's because there's to many cars
Maybe because people aren't recycling or maybe because they are littering
Or perhaps she's just having a bad day...
Next time when it pours rain
Look up into the sky
And say what you see
SeasonsH-hi my name is Spring..Seasons4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
people like call me Shy a lot..
im the most calm of all 4..
normally I hate to talk but,
ill bring in a little chat..
sometimes if im not making my drizzle entrance,
ill put up a kite in the breezy sky..
its very peaceful during my time,
maybe even putting some freshly new flowers
while wearing my green wispy dress.
even though me and autumn don't have a lot of time,
ill make sure nature will show who i really am by then..
Hello! The name's Summer!
people love to call me outgoing!
I'm the pretty radical season here guys.
haha yo im not afraid of others,
so I ain't worried of chatting with folks!
ill bring in my sizzling heat entrance (whoops!)
with a friendly atmosphere during my period!
eh ill just put on my Muse hat + sunglasses
along with my epic shirt n' pants
luckily me and winter last for a while
so hopefully the heat and fun will help shows me off!..
*Sigh* oh sorry, im Autumn
the complaining folks calle