Evening Windwhistling wind blows in the eveningEvening Wind2 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
it carries on the cobalt throne
the ghosts are singing in the winds
as Banshees gather dusk’s fell dirge
life in shadow and joy in night
subdued colours feed the mind
under stars the spirit wanders
as the rain taps gently down
clouds are dancing in the heavens
bringing life and liberty
can you feel the Goddess tremble
as she sheds her sacred tears?
How Smiles Were Born"How Smiles Were Born"How Smiles Were Born4 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
By: Ulrich J Edelstein
Deep underneath the crystals lies beautiful gems of starlight.
The temptations to capture them are beyond imagining.
Only few have been able to reach into the jaws of the creature to possess these magnificent stones.
Underneath the blue swirls
And the reflection of moonlight's grace,
Are the pearls of time.
They have been sprung up onto those who are fortunate.
They have been formed to create a crescent moon of happiness.
If not taken care, they grow weary and decay.
They crackle and shatter
And no one admires them any longer.
It is important for them to be handled with gentleness.
For the future can be presented by gleaming smiles.
For all to admire, for all pearls to aspire to be.
That is why it's important to smile everyday and take care of your teeth.
StarlightI see the stars listeningStarlight1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are clouds shaving
Off smoky lumps of white;
Of bright fire
Tears pool down
From their abodes;
Tiny bursts of stars
In gleaming swirling tempests
I am holding its milky eye
In a globe
Curled up like a
Short claws caressing
Of the Night.
The scent of green tea
Heady and whimsical
Plays near Night's open arms
Like a tune from a fiddle
And stars compact
Near Night's vision
Releasing their energy
To the strokes of her
In the tenuous seams
A Buzzard's MealRam iron spikesA Buzzard's Meal2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into my tender palms
Versus tying wrist
Down to the tracks.
Before the train even comes
I'm already in pain.
Seeing your face again
Brings tears to my eyes.
Why come back to me
After leaving me alone?
Come to watch my death,
And help me get there?
Your eyes hold a sparkle
Of a hungry demon;
You're smile burns
Waiting to consume my soul.
As steel slides across
Wrist made of butter.
You lick your lips
Waiting for your meal.
You'll never get your feast
I already sold my soul.
My laughter roars out
As I watch you.
My death was quick,
I won't allow yours to be.
You'll starve and become
A dinner for the buzzards.
It's rather ironic
How a vulture like you
Became a meal
For your brother.
Fragile FlowerFragile FlowerFragile Flower3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
by Tricia Pattinson
The flower so fragile
As gold leaf stenciled
Passing strength for
Fulfills, grows old
In the GladeIn the gladeIn the Glade3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
The evening wraps its cool fingers
Around the trees
Deepening colors swim in the dark
The stars blink awake
And under the forest canopy
Their golden children
Rise and fall
Shimmering like fairies
In the quiescent air
'Tis the Time of Fading Light'Tis the time of fading light'Tis the Time of Fading Light1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the shadows yawn and deepen
harsh edges soften
as the land mellows
rolled and dipped in honeyed tones
'Tis the time of fading light
and the breeze ruffles through the cottonwoods
the last haunting note
of a symphony in minor key
disappears like morning mist
'Tis the time of fading light
and the sun throws back a cloak of gold
and slips down
veiled in rose and dying flame
with the sweet weariness of long days
'Tis the time of fading light
So let the last of evening's warmth
caress your cheeks
and soothe away your troubles
like a silent benediction
CreationLove, Passion, CreationCreation1 day 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
Patchwork Cloudsi stare at the sky as if itPatchwork Clouds3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
i look as
the sun blinds
and i know there will be
spots in my
but i don't
care i look at the
look as they stay in the same
hug it and keep it
warm and i look on in
envy as i
wish someone would do that to
me and i look at the clouds and they don't
move they stay around the
GaiaGrass, frosted into diamond blades,Gaia3 days 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.
A strange rainA strange rainA strange rain5 days 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,
Crash, Bang!Crash, Bang,Crash, Bang!5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the skies darken,
Let the heavens crack open,
Let the rains come pouring all around.
The rains are long gone,
The lightning and thunder fades,
Now golden light brightens the land below.
Raindrops Are The StarsRaindrops Are The StarsRaindrops Are The Stars5 days 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?6 days 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
The Whale of Aurora BorealisIn the cold northern mountainsThe Whale of Aurora Borealis1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Packs of wolves chase
The heavenly figure
Navigating the Northern Lights
Hunting the Latecomers
The weakest who are left behind
Be captured by her
Is the end
Is the law
Of twists and turns
The cyclic repeats
We need to keep us warm
In the south she comes and goes
But in the north
She ever remains
For the lost we can not cry
Our tears would just freeze
The death of my ancestors
The birth of my offspring
Write my passage on the ice
We need to hunt, work, Fly, dig in
Breed, educate, care and protect
In the land of winter
In the plains of wind
We here for forever
We must stay
Our modest existence
That camouflager in the snow
From what I know more
Cold, concealed and steady
The whale of aurora
Says I have to stay
Warmth of a Kitten little kitten,Warmth of a Kitten 1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
the time has come that burns you out of your making
beating its song of bright, that tiny little heart beats its spark of bright into your new life
let you live,
let you take breath with warmth
little bundle of fur,
show your burning light and let it shock it's passion into your soul
a passion that grows every second,
a passion that grows like a fire
now that you arrived in this life
fire plays with its gentle touch to warm your growing spirit
fur so new but so soft,
darkness and silence still in your eyes and ears
a big world waits for you to see it
a big world waiting for you to hear it
a big world waiting for your bright view
your eyes are shut,
but soon they will open,
a fire grows inside your body and soul
a bright future waits for you
>from:Fire on the Dance Floor of Life and Death<
--the little wolf howled--1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the night sky,
eyes wide open, and wondered,
how can the moon change shape?
his elder brother replied,
with a snort
and a spiteful gaze
at the crescent above:
it feeds on the souls of stars
it leaves us no scraps
and it surrenders them
to the abyss above
in the form of
just to gorge on more
Desert LifeArid heat permeates the airDesert Life1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
broken on rare, savored occasions
by a subtle cool wind which promises
more than it delivers,
barely enough to quench a thirst,
like a single drop of morning dew
midst the forlorn desert.
Watching the landscape pass
indistinguishable, time may be rendered
non-existent, the only changes
I am taken back to a life
in bygone ages, the visions
move through my mind ,
a brutal struggle for life,
an unexpected laissez-faire attitude,
dancing women in long skirts
and garland stockings,
women on a quest to redefine themselves,
men seeking riches, lost in a world
of chance, skin, and booze.
Slowly a strange beauty rises
from the deceptive bareness
for life still thrives in its own quiet way
in inconceivable places.
It speaks an old language
and it smells of dusty earth,
I can almost hear the echoes
of pounding harmers and taste
the scent of sweat and lingering decay
where life and death are scarcely
separated, and one easily becomes
Odd LoveMy heart is poundingOdd Love2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
My head is hurting
What could this new feeling be?
Every time i look into his eyes
I want to tell him
I want him to know
I love you
don't ya know?
I think not
You're looking at her with lust
It only makes me love you more
High Sierras MantraI am both a man and a ladyHigh Sierras Mantra2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am both strong and weak
I am cherty
I am chert
And in a mountain it does not take much to break me
But I refuse to cry until I'm on flat ground
So I keep trying, I try,
I try, I try, I try
Until I am at a destination where I can stop
I can stop, I can stop, I can stop
And there I'll stay, I'll stay
I'll stay because I am a rock they cannot move
The WhaleThe Whale3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
I looked into the sky,
and I saw through the blackness,
a moon trying to peek through the clouds
forming a blue halo
around a patch of grey.
I looked into the sky,
and there were the islands,
around the moon,
the halo shining off of them,
trying desperately to hit each patch,
giving each greyness it’s own light,
and these thousands of islands
shined down on me.
And then I saw the whale,
Its tail poking through the locked clouds.
It seemed to circle the halo,
forever looking away.
There was the whale,
and I could only watch.
counting stars"Counting stars"counting stars3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's 3 am
I'm wide awake
Sitting here counting stars...
I soon lose count
And close my eyes...
And drift away...
I dream of you
And in my dream
I see us, counting the stars...
How beautiful it is
To be with my best friend
Counting the stars together
I wake and realize
This dream is
Of what is meant to be
Ill keep counting stars
And thinking of you...
© KouyaMoonlight 2014
Poem 1Poem 13 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kushell Ponys body is brown and white,
the golden rings on her ever laying down ears shining nice yellow and bright.
The pink paw peds under her hoofs,
looking so cute when she moves.
A lightning on her forehead,
the violet sweat bands save her legs from getting wet.
She can controlling electricity and is very wise,
but even her blue tongue look pretty nice.
A big red ribbon with a bell,
suit this little earth pony very well.
Her tail is complete out of ice
and to this she have yellow-blue eyes.
Kushells cutemark is a golden yoyo and a fryingpan,
because of this she is a big fan.
A combination with brown and blue hair,
also her special pony is Card Shuffler.