#f5e88aadmist a sea of#f5e88a2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
march smoothly to the west,
into the drizzle battlefield.
English PoemEveryone expected a normal day,English Poem1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
not the unexpected that came to be.
Unfortunately, the children weren't out to play,
they were soon trapped in the wreckage of their home.
Imagine their terrified faces,
it probably took long for it all to happen.
They were there out of all places,
but what had happened exactly?
The mud came through from all sides,
they tried to escape but they were trapped inside.
There was no where to hide,
the houses began to collapse.
Most rescuers were attracted by the noises,
they heard so many muffled voices under the mud while rescuing a child.
But when they rescued the child there were no voices,
the mud-covered town seemed as if no one had ever lived there.
Moon CycleRare pearl in the sky,Moon Cycle5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are ever-changing,
Eluding my grasp
As you dance
In your smiling arc
Around the world.
Like the tide,
My heart is overcome
By your gravitational pull;
my darkest nights of the soul.
All I can do
Is to watch
Until you come full circle.
The Little FellowsI bought a house to fill another's needs,The Little Fellows5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
just a simple little house to give them a shelter.
On an impulsive inspiration,
I also bought some food to go with the house.
Again, nothing fancy,
nothing that'd make a dent in my pocketbook,
just enough to provide them a meal.
Driving home through the snow,
I didn't dawdle,
My dinner was waiting,
and I had yet to give them my gift.
Once at home,
I stopped a moment in the snow,
then ran inside and cooked my meal,
took my seat by the fire,
and waited for my gift to be found.
It took a while,
but they soon came,
the little birds to make their claim,
and dislodging snow.
It was supposed to be spring,
but it still snowed,
delaying the birds from building their nests.
For that I felt sorry for the little fellows,
for with the snow they had no home.
Though free on wings,
they still suffer the weather.
The price of wings,
is that they're miserable, cold fellows in the snow.
22. Mother NatureThe Rage of Mother Nature22. Mother Nature1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you feel the rage?
The mother Nature
is calling us
to come back and see
the powers she has got
She can divide our city
with one move
of her hands
which take the tectonic plates apart
and let the blood of the Earth flow freely
and we can just run
A Poem About the Sky, I Guessin the maybe-navy,A Poem About the Sky, I Guess1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
the perhaps-cotton wool
walks across the
sort of sun-lit sea field
almost like sheep,
in a way.
and if you squint your eyes
there is a chance the
mistocupus up there
is growing like roots on steroid,
do you think?
The PackOn the hunt again.The Pack1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
The moon is full.
Meat on the run.
Fresh meat soon.
Thick bloody meat.
Laced with delicious fat.
All for the pack.
Meat for the young.
The first kill.
The pack is silent.
The pack is quick.
The pack is deadly.
The pack keeps going.
The little follow the older.
Only tracks are left.
Curiousthere they are again;Curious2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
curious little critters
poking their heads
through that layer
of velvet night.
Flower of JoyFlower of Joy,Flower of Joy2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
embellish what you share,
and send it to all you love.
Let that be all people,
should consume your inner beauty,
and let them smell and taste your adorn.
Elaborate your true form,
from one life to the other,
and let the attraction gather to all the Living.
Flower of Joy,
be not forgotten,
let your soft and kind be free,
and fly away to the skies of the world.
Goodbye my flower,
and shine upon the light,
forever and ever.
DevastationThe land is dead,Devastation3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
The cities rubble,
The price we payed,
The animals are dead,
The rivers are poisonus,
What have we done,
To the earth,
Searching for light,
We struggle to survive,
In a land,
That we destroyed,
What have we done,
To this place,
Where nature ruled,
Before we came,
What is humanity to do,
When we taken,
All the earth has,
The once beautiful land,
First DestinationRoses on and inFirst Destination1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
the lovely "vase"
in the field?
The kids and adults
their small "families"
That I wondered at my
the things that make Edinburgh + roadtrip toa meeting of businessmenthe things that make Edinburgh + roadtrip to2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a children's charity minibus.
overpowering cheese and
little onion crisp packet.
nature outside thin and beautiful
like a supermodel.
road bzzes with the bottleblues
of cars as insects,
flying in the tarmac slipstream
of carnival, tarmac carousel
to the sound of Feeder
puddle of petals.
this here is where
you can find two gay couples in a day,
only here where eccentricity crackles like electricity
and the people here substations,
cosmopolitana served on a hot dish
at the nearby Pizza Express.
this is where the boys are pretty
in cool hipster individuality
rests its head on the tenement wall,
some berry fallen
and eaten to the pigeons of past.
this is edinbrugh.
RainShe thought he wasn't coming,Rain1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
she thought that the rain
would stop him. As the rain
hit her face, she stated to
think he hated her, but wasn't
that the reason she was sitting
in the pouring rain. Every drop
of rain was like memory, a video
of her and him, there love was
like the rain, sometime it rain
and sometime it doesn't. Dose he
hate me she said staring at the
ground, but then the rain stopped.
Hi love he said holding a umbrella
over her head.
hey, i'd do the sameyou don't seem to mindhey, i'd do the same1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
the cockroaches falling through
the cracks in the ceiling.
you've boarded yourself up,
padlocked the basement,
sealing the windows fresh with ladybugs.
it's selfish to think
that the fox awaits his death: a final breath of a musket,
while you sling his pelt 'round your arms.
(you're cold, you're cold, you're just as insignificant as the rest of us)
WingsWings1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Birds' iridescent feathers float to earth...
Reaching finger tips grasp,
Broken wings gleaming in my palm
Flight stops abruptly- a welcome silence
Colourful beaks peck at lost memories,
Broken again, out of reach
Lulling tattered souls to rest
Birds take off,
Down SkyThe sky went down one dayDown Sky3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
without a warning
It was the loss
and the days didn’t go by
Living in the complete darkness
where the sky goes down
with the bright moon
and the red sun
laughs at the stars
which fall out of shame
Now the sky is down
the depressing sickness
of what this human
#9ddbf0quilt of ghostly plush#9ddbf02 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
lets tranquil blue
doze into an esoteric shade
cloud duvet shaded
ruffles in the wind
and scrunches up into a
God's factory smoke
carouseling into new
#d0d4d7silver god#d0d4d73 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
expanding into blank,
in white noise of the sky
forever reaching into
ears of Gaia.
The Bloody MoonBloody MoonThe Bloody Moon3 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Late at night you look to the sky
a magnificent sight meets your eyes.
The moon glows brightly gold
it looks as thow blood had been spilt
on her golden surface.
Blood no drips over her it seams
to cover her in little streams.
She looks oddly sinister later tonight.
The blood lovely drips down her face
little drops softly lands upon the Earth.
Imagine this now open your eyes
look at the sight that beholds your eyes
everything you see comes from the sky.
You are the drop that fell from the sky
You are the drop that fell from the moon.
You are blest more than the rest
say thank you to the...
NutritionWhat was once a tableNutrition5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
of sweet greens and succulent meats
has become a table
with things scraped off one's feet.
Soot litters everything,
and the flavour suffers deeply.
Not even the rats eat the scraps,
as they scurry about creepily.
My muscles burn and my mind weakens
as I choke down this unworthy gruel.
I feel like a pig at the slop bucket,
being whipped just to be extra cruel.
I remember when I could enjoy my food.
It had such a variation of taste.
Now with the new products released,
it reminds me of plastics and paste.
I try to eat the final forkful of this failure
with all the strength I can muster.
No condiment could save this meal,
not even the most flavourful mustard.
My senses can only perceive
a scent of gunpowder and salt.
I immediate vomit up my supper
and curse whoever I can find at fault.
My throat feels scratchy and dries
with the bile and acid that now rise.
What's the point of keeping these supplies
when he who eats it dies?
on yesterday's sunsetnow the skyFactory shuts down,on yesterday's sunset5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
the matte of warm gold
halts into a Romanticist painting.
on the blue pastel canvas
the chalk runs away from
Jupiter's suds of beautiful clearance,
preparing the aeroPavement
for Night's star-studded high heels
to clatter down, and for her
pet constellations a nice
place to trot too.
SnowmanSnow falls.Snowman5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twigs in one hand,
Carrot in the other.
All in a hour or two.
They don't care.
They build their living snow.
Only to die of heatstroke the next day.
Sun Go AwaySun Go AwaySun Go Away1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sun, sun go away
don't come again another day
if you do, I declare
I'll destroy the atmosphere