Kaboom - XII - PoetryKaboom - XII - Poetry7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as time colludes with your decision
past the point of swift revision
in the ambit of perdition
on this eventual occasion
when naught is left but dour persuasion
past the point of instigation
what will be your resolution
if my plea meets dissolution
and barren obscures this confusion
from this dire transmutation
before the callous castigation
and any further tribulation
if you heed not this premonition
then kismet in all its precision
will sanction our permanent partition
LadesOlmayacak düşleri üflüyorumLades7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tal vez -2-Tal vez -2-5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Tal vez la cuenta atrás se haya acabado, pero tú luces tan encantador como siempre.
Tu sonrisa, tu esmoquin, tu elegante frac de color noche.
Atractivo, vistoso, arrebatador.
Puede que mañana ya no me despierte el despertador a las siete, ni que vuelva a maldecir por lo bajo su estridente chillido, pero tú lucirás tan encantador como siempre.
El cabello revuelto y descuidado.
Luz de luna atrapada en ellos.
Dulce, amable y confiado.
Quizás ya sea mi última día pisando este suelo, esta calle, esta ciudad. New York sigue indiferente, tras el transcurso de las horas; pero tú luces encantador esta noche.
Ojos azules cuál zafiros.
¿Qué mas puedo pedir?
Quizás sea mi último suspiro, mi último adiós, mi último beso.
Quizás me entregué a tus brazos sin más.
Pero tú seguirás luciendo encantador esta noche.
True and HaikuArt is lingerie;True and Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
silk and satin draped upon
our starving egos.
Flying HomeFlying Home8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It doesnt take
To fly home to you.
It takes imagination,
And a strong pair of arms.
© 2007 Mark Pearce
Tired.I, am tired.Tired.3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tired of feeling.
Tired of all the hard work of healing.
Tired of failing.
Tired of falling.
I am tired of things,
People, and notions.
Tired of people,
And tired of their motions.
Tired of their talk
Tired of their commotion.
Tired of everything
Inside and out
Tired of hating
Too tired to pout
I just wish,
Wish I could live,
Some place to forgive
Some place to wish
And wish I shall do
Wish to not be tired
Oh, please wish,
the trans-, the pan- and the asexual. i.the trans-, the pan- and the asexual.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He couldn't feel like a boy
And a girl
At the same time.
So he grew his hair long
With colorful dreadlocks
And wore eyeliner
But kept his name.
They told her that
She could either love boys
So she fell in love
With the boy who
Was born as a girl.
He didn't feel love
For the girl with the large chest.
Or the boy with the sparkling eyes.
But that didn't mean
He didn't love them
In his own way.
If that boy's way of loving is
And the boy with the long hair and eyeliner's way of loving is
And the girl who had a taste for personality, not gender's way of loving is
Then aren't we all just
Please Don't Kill Yourself TonightPlease Don't Kill Yourself Tonight3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
People won't care if you go missing.
They won't care if the police find your corpse the next day.
You won't care because no one else cares, and it hurts to know that.
However, I care.
I care if you never see sunlight again.
I care if visiting your funeral will give you a peaceful afterlife,
even if going means going alone.
I care because no one else cares, and you need to know that.
So please don't kill yourself tonight.
If you do, then no one will truly ever care, except me.
My sunshineMy sunshine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
What Mental Illness Feels LikeIt feels like you're a prisonerWhat Mental Illness Feels Like7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In your own mind
Holding you hands up to your
Looking glass eyes
But not able to escape
It feels like being close to yourself
All the time
But not knowing who you are
Wanting to get close to others
But terrified of letting them in
It feels like wanting to kill all your emotions
So you don't hurt anymore
It feels like the physical pain you cause yourself
Just to kill all the pain
You hold buried inside
It feels like starving your body
Because you feel like a bad person
And like you need to be punished
For all the things you've done - past and present
That those around you say weren't your fault anyway
It feels like memories
Haunting and teasing you
Always there, and never going away
All the things they did to you
And the way they made you feel
It feels like fear
Fear that this is all you'll ever know
That all hope is lost for you
And people will give up
And label you something you're not
It feels like being free
Finally finding someone else
Tanka Series 101.Tanka Series 106 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
of sparrows mid-flight
she tells me
it meant nothing
than last year
the time it takes my father
to stand up
long distance love
my phone plan
to the cheaper rate
Nana's new husband
out of nowhere!
through the open door
over email chat
I critique a friend's poem
by the roadside
I wonder if he too
became a Buddha
family in bed
after another long day
for my muse
with a bowl of hot miso
a pumpkin patch
I dream of seeing tanka
in the schoolbooks
a few rowdy geese
the latest argument
over health care
after eight years
my brother now battles
MusicTo live, to learn, to flyMusic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To love to dream to die
To give it all up for the one you love
To give all glory to God above
To know who I am
To not be afraid
To know where to go
When I need an escape
To understand you're here for me
To look in the mirror and love what I see
To play to laugh to dance and sing
Music taught me everything.
StonesTake your time, intravenously;Stones4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like patient stones that never try
but polish over
as other shapes pass.
Heart PouncesMy heart; it pitches a tiny blank pace,Heart Pounces5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Everyday I don't wake up to see your bright face.
Please my beloved, for if you leave home
My heart beats it out like a sad metronome.
One LessT i cksOne Less5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
are a consistent bed partner
not to be confused with the humming of ceiling fans
or the thrumming of cardiologist fascination
not to be mistaken for
the soft exhalation
in tangled threads or pallid flesh;
certainly they are similar
and quiet audible reactions
can drown within each other
if you listen
Kade e fotografijata denesКаде ја снема фотографијата?Kade e fotografijata denes6 years ago in Open More Like This
Кога умре фотографијата како уметнички медиум?
Деведесеттите години на XX век пројавува важна промена во присуството и третманот на фотог
Like TulipsLike Tulips3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if we ever kissed
we would both wordlessly agree that we felt
and then you'd take off my glasses
and then i would silently feel
like a whole field of flowers.
Our planOur plan3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There will always be a second chance,
A take two
Another opportunity for success in life and romance
A hope to stop feeling blue
Nothing is lost forever
As long as friends stick together
We can conquer the world, my friend
We need to keep on going till we reach the end
We'll always have a plan B
Because people never run out of ideas
Please stay here with me
So we can go and be free
I need a soul to trust, to stick with throughout the night
One I can see as my knight
Run away with me without leaving a trail
No, we're too awesome together to fail
boy in a stitchshe's lying on her back,boy in a stitch4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on his bed,
with every planet
on his bedspreads,
in his tears.
the crumbling stucco
of the ceiling
falls like snow,
like soothing fragments
meanwhile, he's pouring vodka
and adolescent tragedies into a shot glass,
stumbling and stuttering and stifling.
because everything's hazy
all summer fog ripped nylons nymphet eyes
watching his every move beneath the killing moon
because her voice is luring him from every room
even though she's right in front him,
her pupils two black rosaries.
he stifles his urges
as he sees
her white thighs
beneath the sheets -
then he moves closer.
light spills in through the window, illuminating their intertwined forms. the clock on the bedside table reads 3 am. too early for birds, for cars on the roads, for the moon to have done its job. too early for black coffee and going to school and learning about number lines.
(she'd rather skip school, anyway)
there's a desola
A haikuI see the sunshine.A haiku3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I feel its warmth on my skin.
Drops flow down like rain.
PropinquityThe romance that pulses through myPropinquity4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
veins craves unison. Forcing my body
to whirl in directions unknown, compelling
me to run wild across the soft earth.
As the sun pulls the Earth towards it,
I am pulled towards your body, your
spirit, your heart.
I long to belong in your arms, let me belong
in your arms please. Under the starlight,
I wish to be at peace with you, complete
harmony, universal intimacy.
Could I? Should I? Build a bridge to you,
communicate my appreciation, initiate
first contact with a form alien to mine.
Your love denied an unexplored
continent, no explorer left to
circumnavigate the futures that could
have occurred between you and me.
You were just a collection of neurons
firing while my eyes were closed, our
history was a fabrication of my mind,
with no substance to ensure our
continuity the synapses slowly wither
at the sound of your name, trying to
counteract the pain I created.
I tried to shift the plates beneath my
chest, to align my heart wit
fearI can't sleep like I used to anymore,fear4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not that I've been able to sleep much anyway.
Thoughts of you still keep me up at night;
This pseudo-insomnia will kill me someday.
I need a sign you're still there;
Please don't let me go.
Because I'm stronger than my demons now,
And I'm not afraid anymore.