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Happy ThoughtsHappy Thoughts9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Open your eyes.
Don't think.
Just watch.
A breeze picks up.
You hug yourself tight.
The trees sway.
Leaves break free from their grip.
Swirling gracefully through the air.
Eventually floating to the ground in sweet surrender.
Your sight loses focus.
The scene becoming a no longer detailed blur of colours.
A harmonious blend of red, orange, and yellow.
The air is crisp.
The scent of spice lingers.
You can hint the crackling of fire in the distance.
It's that feeling.
Happiness.
You bask in the moment.
Autumn has arrived.
OPEN UP YOUR HEART 4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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SUNSET DREAMS POEM 4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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MIRACLE POEM 4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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TIMELESS GODDESS 5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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I Think You're Sort Of...The light bounced off her features, as her long slender legs bounced up the stairs of her high school. She was only 16 but some how had managed to win the states modelling championships and would be heading off to start her new career as soon as she finished year 11. Her parents thought it was a waste of her talent, but really she couldn't help it that she was blessed with beauty and brains.I Think You're Sort Of...3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A small gust of wind crept past lifting her dress somewhat. The boys would stare and point at her from afar, but nobody had the guts to come and talk to her. It wasn't her fault she had better then average looks. Really all she wanted was a boyfriend, a
MISSING YOU 4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Damn DepressedMissing that part of my life that gives me a reasonDamn Depressed4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am taken again into the darkness of depression
With suicidal thoughts running through my head
I struggle alone in my feelings of regression
There are a thousand demons calling my name
Which one will I give into, is there any chance for me tonight
The alcohol, the knife, the recklessness of immaturity
And they are all there with my name on their lips ready for a fight
So I turn up my music in a hope to escape this false reality
I seek to replace the nothingness with some sense of fantasy
Will one of the poets on the radio save my life tonight?
Or will they cause more heartache
My LordMy Lord8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He has always been there
He has always been everywhere
He walks in the early morning dew
and He is always true
He is there when the sun rises and sets
He is there for those he has not yet met
He watches through the eyes of birds
He listens to every single word
He is there happy or sad
even when we are glad or feeling bad
He died for all our sins
for children,women, and men
He is there in good times and bad
when the struggle called life makes you mad
He will not deny you life after death
but He wants things that are good for your health
He loves you and I
and does not want you to die
Walk with Him. Talk with Him.Be Close
Be
all good comes out of bad,i am grateful.all good comes out of bad,i am grateful.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am thankful for the difficult people
and people who have hated me,the enemys
i have met, that where in my life because
they have shown me exactly who i don't
want to be,they have help me grow
and have help me become a better person.
Stangled Screams.Stangled Screams.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As of late the passions for your craft still seem to crane
Missing now your ever-human face behind the pain.
No feeling has taken hold, or so it seems to be
Someday soon the pain you scattered will cease to flee
Split the silent scream and sweetly sing your siren songs
Once you told them stories and for each aware of the wrongs
Should we tend to your poison flowers
Or have you let them go
Will you come to pull the poison the world was soon to know
Once you dreamt up words, like the flowing currents, that you drew out with ease
Bluntly now you state the facts as they flock toward the growing breeze
Indescribable beauty that still sh
The Ghoul FeastThe Ghoul Feast4 years ago in Horror More Like This
Pale things.
Gruesome and gleeful.
Full of dark joy. Mewling in twisted pleasure.
Covered in tarry blood and foul ichor.
Wicked grins flashing pointed teeth. Tattered bloody lips pulled back. Milky white eyes with no pupils that penetrate the gloom.
Blue Veins barely pulsing underneath pale skin pulled tautly over their bones. Bones pushing out against its skin..
Distorted and Depraved from eating the cold flesh of the formerly living.
They are the anatomy of the terrible and physiology of fear made flesh.
The emaciated beings give off the strange and eerie odor of decay and decomposition, of sickly sweet corruption and bitter grave m
A Boy's Best FriendA Boy's Best Friend5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Neil was thought of as “weird” by the other kids at his High School; he wasn’t interested in going to parties or much about girls. He lived in a small town in Texas surrounded by wide desert scrub and narrow minds. Although he was always alone, he was never lonely… he had his little friends. Neil’s friends weren’t the kind of friends most other kids his age had, his had far too many legs for one thing.
Neil was a scorpion enthusiast, and kept many of the eight legged critters in the abandoned gas station on the edge of town that he had specially converted and secured as his parents wouldn’t allow him to kee
Late Bloomers 4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Thank you collab5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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The Lighthouse5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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El Reflejo De la OscuridadEl Reflejo De la Oscuridad2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
El tiempo pasa, e inquebrantable suspiro yace del alma
si pienso en el vacío que dejaste tras tu paso,
que fui siguiendo las huellas que dejaste en mi piel grabadas,
sollozando por las noches hasta el primer suspiro del alba.
Lloran las rosas al ver el equívoco de mi existencia,
al ver que la soledad se presenta ante mí con frecuencia.
Y es la desdicha la que hoy me hace pensar
que dos corazones unidos jamás se podrán tocar.
Y no es fácil sentir que tus principios te abandonan
por seguir los consejos de quienes no perdonan.
No es fácil, saber que el cielo está llorando
por un corazón que
Love 7 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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A flower called hopeA flower called hope2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Standing alone,
Just like that day,
When I first met you.
surrounded by flowers
They have died long ago,
withered from what they have been through.
From the lack of air
In the chest
From the constant pain
That has never left
And from the tears,
That are no longer poisoned ,at last.
Just one white rose remained alive,
The only thing that could survive,
And managed through it all.
So tell me,
If you are already gone,
How come you are still blooming in my soul?
Juega con mi corazon.Juega con mi corazon.8 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Por favor juega (no juegues) con mi corazón.
Yo imagine al corazón como el cuerpo humano. Que dependiendo de donde lo muerdas puede causar placer o dolor, de acuerdo a donde le claves las uñas, ligeras cosquillas o intenso sufrimiento.
Y vi, te vi, como un gatito pequeño, un cachorrito (ya fuiste vaca, perro y ahora gato... bueno, siempre, gato). No se si alguna vez viste uno, cuando toman un ovillo de hilo, una pelota, o cualquier cosa que encuentran por allí, y se tiran panza arriba con el objeto entre sus patas y lo muerden, lo rasguñan, lo patean y lo lamen, todo a la vez y sin ninguna secuencia establecida. Todo sin maldad... y también
Welcoming the Night 4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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