GaiaGrass, frosted into diamond blades,Gaia1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
was sheathed in the hills.
like breaking hearts,
shattering but physically
when caressed by firm feet.
It sheds daggers,
mere splinters besides blades,
that were stabbed
into Gaia’s breast.
This coldness penetrates Her.
This chest contains a secret
like any other:
a ruby coalesced with worms,
hugging it warm and comfortable,
inspiring it to continue its beat.
This coldness penetrates Her.
Yet, when Frost comes,
these snap and flail,
becoming tentacles of torture
set to strangle the offenders,
those who sought to
suffocate the beat,
those who sought to
make the precious ruby
lose inspiration, lose hope, lose heart,
within the bosom of the world.
As The Seasons ChangeLooking through the spot-stained window of my heavenly homeAs The Seasons Change1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I watch the leaves turn colors and shades of flawed beauty
Saddened when they lose their way and fall to the harsh earth
And when all of them are helpless and broken on the ground...
I turn from my window to wait as the seasons change.
Ivory flakes tumble to the baren world
My eyes follow them with the yearning of a starved stray
I cannot look as my fake friends dissapear on the floor
There is no trace of them other than my memories
I must turn away to wait again for the seasons to change.
Sitting on a sodden roof I stare at the fresh world below
There is nothing like the smell of a bright morning's dew
Or the look of emerald grass dappled with flowers that look like rainbow drops
Sadly there is a rumble in the distance and the sky is turning gray
So I must leave again and turn away from the world as the seasons change.
Golden sunbeams filter through the translucent curtains
Spreading nothing but a warm embrace to everything a
FaerieGreen glow;Faerie1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
scatter patterns in the dark,
dance lights on the ceiling.
Shhh, listen, listen.
Flutter, flitter, lights flicker
Their beauty cascades;
I can see trees stretching far beyond the sky,
waves of clouds tickle their branches
and lick the leaves.
Glorious oak and willows laugh amongst themselves
and movement from the flitter, flutters
turn into dancing beneath the trunks of the old ones.
Their seductive, innocent eyes smile at me,
I join the circle, stumbling as I try and keep up.
The mossy paths are damp with dew,
soothing my aching feet from the long journey.
Their glorious, transclucent wings of iridescent colors kiss the air.
The SkyGo Outside and lay on the GrassThe Sky1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look up toward the Sky
The Sky is like an Ocean,
And white Sea foam
Watch the Clouds shift slowly,
As they make their way across the Sky
As they travel,
spots of blue peak through the cracks
Nowhere to be seen
Hiding behind the misty Clouds
The Breeze blows gently
The Crickets chirp happily
Clouds form pictures to entertain
A silly face,
Or a mythical creature
One never gets bored,
Whilst watching the Sky
Be it Day,
To be free to move as a Cloud,
How wonderful it could be
Up above with deep blues,
And gentle whites
Take the time,
To go Outside,
And enjoy the Sky
Fire Flowersin nothingnessFire Flowers22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
can such beauty grow
from the streets of a ghetto
to the cracks in the cement
i find unmatched beauty
i've seen burning flowers
light the darkness
brighter than the
kept the fire burning
for hours that felt
but the flowers grew
not in the midst of celebrity
or in a glorious field
of far far away
instead the flowers grew
in the darkest
and most corrupted place
you could imagine
because light isn't seen
in a luster;
it only burns pellucidly
in pitch darkness
The WillawagsThere is a pathThe Willawags3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I am not
meant to tread
Lights in the dark
I was not
meant to see
where I dare not go
Era. (2005-10-29)The grass that followsEra. (2005-10-29)4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mid-day ticking
Lordship a lonely leaf
This leaf that mourns
Begins for a friendly scurry
the creekilluminated green shiversthe creek5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
slender brown skeletons bear their life-giving factories
thick brown spines burrow deeper
water rolls and falls over ancient pressed earth
taking some with it on its journey
challenging the fish with its never ending agility
dainty aviators alight on tall grass
their iridescent bodies scatter sun
the light which makes the whole place glow
little skaters skate on melted, moving ice that bends to their will
they skate in groups, they scatter when approached
their long insect legs splayed
small birds whistle for attention
black-feathered scavengers boast about themselves
shrill cries come from birds of prey
bare-headed vultures are silent, only watchful and observant
New MoonI saw garish eyes of the skiesNew Moon5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sun and Moon in the ties
The husky east wind blew
Playing that dusky tune
The day effaced itself
Extinguishing it's hearth
The evening mourning time
When day and night combine
Then I saw springing stars
Blooming in nightly tars
Falling from their affixion
Burning out from the friction
Looking like fiery slashes
Turning out into ashes
I didn't make a wish
Not to feel too selfish
White clouds dyed black by night
Covered the sky ruining the sight
Lower and lower the moon went down
Behind the horizon to finally drown
Like into attar to bless a new morn
When Sun peeked afar, a new day was born
Halfassed Nature poemYou took my bodyHalfassed Nature poem6 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the end
to the end.
You have become a parasite.
Bigger than the ones that ride
Tore me limb to limb.
Like the laws of nature
like a mother
I will set you to right.
shall be put to control.
Put to rest.
Like any other species
I will send a disease.
This epidemic will bring balance.
The loss will cut the numbers
just as you did to me.
And I shall claim myself back.
Unpleased with the creatures that have possessed me.
I cleans myself.
I will fight for myself.
My name is Earth.
A drop of summerOver time, once we see,A drop of summer2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
The leaves change color to brown from green,
Autumn has yet to be,
Three more days, summer will be.
Opon the time it stays
Through the heat it gave,
A month outside the children play,
While sunlight sinks upon the windy stage
"A dorp more will do." One does say.
As he lay the magic on the way.
in a bottle labeled in gray,
"Do not open until the brightest day."
One drop is all they need.
Someone had heard they're plea.
The brightest day will come.
So soon? We will see.
The StormBeware the wind that will tear the feathers from your puckered, grey skin.The Storm2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
It may blow out the fire inside your belly if you’re not careful.
Ferocious grey creature, grumbling but not yet making up her mind.
Release the mewling kraken for air before it begs at the door to be let in.
Thick globs of ink fall, reluctant at first but soon gaining confidence.
The creature has grown angry at the ants scuttling through her fur
And bellows her fury to the world as she tries to split it.
And she pours stain into the fissures.
Wolves JourneyWith the whispers of their silent paw printsWolves Journey2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
swift across valley and through meadow home,
from hells breadth to paradise they will find
a green haven and ground rich of earth and loam.
Ceaselessly they carry on with quiet hope
stumbling over broken bodies and bleached bones,
past the sun's gaze into the hallowed night they lope
the meek will fall, listen to those howls of mourning.
By each blade of grass, over each tumbled river stone
the wind carries fleeting promises of nature's scent...
Seasonal SoliloquyAutumn wends its weary waySeasonal Soliloquy3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Winter's house of solitude;
Dark thought and barren branches
Lie waiting for October's temperate charms
To have fallen.
And in the house of silence,
The hush of coastal fog:
The suspense of snow.
Velvet and firelight
I yearn for bright festivity
Richness and warmth
To clothe the bleak bones
Of the Empty Season.
The windows of my soul
Have no view —
A chrysalis of cold.
Almost GoneThese summer nights are dying,Almost Gone3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
turning into stone.
It's beating light is fading
its pulse almost gone.
Once its dead its over,
winter leaves its icy scar.
Its storm striking days apart,
And thaw changing fate.
Silver EtchingsSilver EtchingsSilver Etchings3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
by Tricia Pattinson
On a slope of emerald
Soon to white
Your clouds drift and shine
Down on this earthly paradise
Like silver etchings
Of: "I love you all without conditions, My silly children!"
Across a true blue sapphire swath
A blanketing of secure jewelry floating by
Thrown over a sleeping child
Who dreams playing unafraid
In forests and oceans
Your hand has shaped
Who could live without some clouds?
Reminders of unconditional love
Floating along and above
Delicate silver etchings
On a sapphire sky
Masquerading as clouds
Blotting the full nature of the Sun's fire
Prolonging our vision so we might read
With our own eyes Your true message
"I love you all without conditions, My silly children!"
As read from an emerald slope
Soon to be white.
Trick's Lullaby"Trough miles of thornTrick's Lullaby1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
there sat one single rose.
It was broken and wilted
it was fading away.
Until one day there came a dragon who planted a garden
there were colors of many that danced in the wind.
Though none could grow
near the single rose.
It's thorns would force away
anything that tried to touch the rose.
One day grew two flowers of red and blue
They wove through the thorns
they passed all the leaves
until they found the rose.
It sat there, dying, it's petals falling one by one.
The flowers grew around it, pushing away the thorns
and letting the sun through.
And the rose bloomed
and it shone purple
and it grew.
The rose looked out over the garden, at what it had missed
while locked in the thorns.
And it cried.
It cried in happiness.
It cried in fear.
It had never been here.
And the other flowers grew around it's stalk
and they bloomed beside it.
And the rose was happy"
Winter SolsticeBeyond the winter skyWinter Solstice1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
lays a moment that
cannot be disguised
hidden beneath the white covered trees
holds a memory that will never be seen,
whisps and gusts
cover the muck
of the concealed retention
to be metioned would to be
taking away from the season
the moon covers the walls
all falls away from the said
of the other time
when blue mist
returns from the winter sky
CreationLove, Passion, CreationCreation1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Art is everywhere
Love is Everyone.
Ideas are their.
Those words just limit the ideas of creation.
It not a few word, but many words.
It takes time to create passion, to create love, to create masterpiece.
16 hours are some of my artwork takes, but that is just an artwork.
Time is a key element, but nothing is rush within a day.
Maybe not a week, but instead many many weeks.
Love take a slow time sometime, though very few happen in a day,
Love can take years to make a creation happen.
But creation is not solely on love or art, but many more.
Creation is an ideal, for life, for nature, for space and many others.
Creation is all over.
That happen within a day, hours, minutes, seconds, million seconds.
The time is irrelevant, because every second is where creation happy happen.
From a single blade of grass being grown, to an ideal being taught of.
The secret to creation is that it never ends and it will never ends.
Even if this world is dest
AutumnWhen will autumn comeAutumn1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
now that summer's drowse is done?
That riotous time of shifting hues
and country walks in sturdy shoes -
heron jowled like pterandon sedately loping
overhead - the mushroom breath of mulch,
of death at its orderly digestion
and the migration
of backyard birds, their shaped goodbye
like arrowheads across the sky, the cuneiform of flocks
and crane fly clinging to the walls
and densely woven spider halls
transformed by dew and early frost
to platinum cathedrals
and kicking through the leaves
and searching under shedding trees
for horse chestnut burs -
their spined green rinds
like deep sea mines or sci fi pods -
and, hiding in their creamy beds,
so many burnished conkers
and my, how the high
shellac of nut brings back
the covetousness of childhood:
All those pennies for the guy
kindling for the bonfire
and sparklers writing figure eights
in hissing, spitting sulfur light.
So now let autumn come
now that summer's drowse is done:
That meshing, clashing pagan time
Chill Air The tang of autumnChill Air 1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
spoils this August morning.
Waiting at the station for the F line
my gaze turns west; traveling above roof tops,
trippin’ on still green foothills marching toward my eyes,
coming to rest on distant snow capped Pikes Peak.
this endless turning of the seasons.
It is too soon to mourn summer’s passing.
It is too soon to prepare my defense
against winter’s chill.
I forgot my jacket.
© L. L. Kelly 2013
A strange rainA strange rainA strange rain1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
An intermittent rain
falls on the beach,
like an after thought.
The gray bright
wet sand and streets.
White whips of clouds
tentatively drift low
above the roof tops.
Rain stopping and starting
in chilling waves of wind,
Raindrops Are The StarsRaindrops Are The StarsRaindrops Are The Stars1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Michaela Seabrooke.
Watching rain drops fall down the window.
The glass like the night sky.
The rain it's stars.
Some remain in the sky while others fall down to the ground.
Shooting stars made of water and tears.
Piercing the ground below with it's wish.
Sparking it with pale midnight light.
Rain is the falling stars.
Rain is shooting stars only meant to fall.
Lightning is a wish never meant to be.
Thunder is the shouts from the heavens.
Greninja and gallade in trap! What do you do?Greninja and Gallade trap! What do you do?Greninja and gallade in trap! What do you do?1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are having a cycle on your new bike and then begin to hear murmuring. You decide to investigate. You search through some tall grass and keep listening. You find the source quite quickly. A gallade and greninja tied back to back in some kind of advanced trap. The Greninja in a tight frogtie and gagged with a muzzle. The Gallade is gagged with a bit gag. You decide to...
A: free them.
B: try to activate the trap on yourself
C: dismantle the trap and take the pair home as slaves
D: call the police
E: attempt to find the captor