Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tearAngel Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
Find The DreamSearch deep within your heart, deep into the darkness where faded dreams are kept. Don't give up; the one you are looking for is there somewhere. When you find it, hiding in a corner weeping at lost years, don't leave it there; it's scared and hates the darkness. Lift it gently into the light and watch it transform into a brighter wiser dream than it once was.Find The Dream2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
You see the darkness taught it the wisdom of why it fell to where all faded dreams go
HeartbrokenI loved, I cared, I gave you all that I could,Heartbroken3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
My misfortune; I couldn't be all that you wanted.
I hoped, I wished, and I thought you understood,
My misfortune; my heart felt taunted.
I wondered, I asked, and I prayed for your own good.
My misfortune; I felt so unwanted,
I pleaded, I begged, all to share thoughts I could,
My misfortune; I neglected the hurt you had planted.
I was stupid, I was blind, I was unable to read your mind,
My misfortune; I still messaged you.
I learnt my lesson, I felt the world, I now think I know it,
Dont worry, you shall never feel so lacerated.
I promise, I swear, I shall never speak to you again,
For I deserved it all to have fallen for you.
I was silly, I was weird, and I was dumb to think --
How could I been the one you cherished?
But may you answer if you could -- how could someone be so indecisively cruel?
A cold-heart with its own blood, uncaring with bleeding hearts
I question if you care truly for my well being,
Or if it is just an illusion to fill
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal WindListen To The Whisper2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.
Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.
Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.
Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin
FOLLOW THE CHILDNatures Tears Splash To The EarthFOLLOW THE CHILD3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Flowers And Trees They Offer Birth
Soil Caress The Warmth Of The Sun
Life's Mysteries Which Gaia Has Won
Creation Stirs Behind The Veil Of Time
Bringing Forth A New Era That Of Mankind
Though But An Ember In Natures Fires
None Has Such Strange Whims And Desires
The Candle Flickers, The Flame Dies
The Innocent Child Softly Sighs
Knowing No Shadows In Life's Light
Free From The Darkness Of Human Plight
Delicate In Thought Like Threads Of Silk
Weaved And Adorned With Gaia's Milk
Purity Of Spirit Is What Was Meant To Be
And Such A Child Shall Live For Eternity
AddictedAddictedAddicted2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug so intense
that it doesn't make sense
a drug you don't easily get
a drug revealing regret
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I need every day
a drug which makes me pay
a drug allowing my heart to feel
and ignoring things that are real
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug I'm starting to hate
but can't get off it, it's too late
a drug I finally regret taking
a drug which keeps my body heavily shaking
I'm addicted to a drug
a drug causing me immense pain
though it's just so little, simple and plain
a drug I traded for everything I had
a drug which can only be found inside my head
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us ToIf We Would Only Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging FireTHE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAME3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grace
Moments Of Silence As We Shared The Dawn
Then It Whispered It Was Time To Part
And As It Began To Fly Away
A Sudden Lightness Filled My Heart
I Watched In Joy As My Newfound Friend
Returned From Whence It Came
My Fears And Sorrows All Had Been Taken
By The Butterfly With No Name
Had I Seen The Truth Within The Cloud
I Would Have Witnessed A Wondrous Sight
For The B
THE ONLY HOPE NOWOnce There Was Love; Once There Was JoyTHE ONLY HOPE NOW3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emotions Now Shattered Like An Old Broken Toy
Confused And Dazed, Wondering Why
Soul In A Turmoil Just Wishing To Die
The Brightest Day Now Shadows Of Night
Infecting The Heart So It Sees No Light
Thoughts Entombed By What's Been Said
A Loved One Lost At Twilights Ebb
Guided By One Whose Words They Believe
Not Seeing The Venom That Flowed To Deceive
The Only Hope Now Is To Pray To The Light
To Guide Them Back To All That Is Right.
A HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAYIf There's Someone You Love, Someone You've WrongedA HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAY3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And You Don't Know What To Say -
Don't Shrug Your Shoulders, Giving Up Hope
Leaving It For Another Day
For Life's Wake Is Short, Don't You Know
There May Be No Words To Hear -
As You Place The Flowers, Shed Your Tears
Upon The Earth Holding Someone So Dear
Your Mind In A Daze, Emotions On Fire
Wishing You Could Turn Back Time -
As You Gaze Upon A Loved Ones Grave
Memories Of When Everything Was Fine
If There's Someone You Love, Someone You've Wronged
Don't Leave It For Another Day -
With Love In Your Heart, Hug Them Close
It's All The Words You'll Need To Say
breathe today, speak tomorrow.and i swore that ifbreathe today, speak tomorrow.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
died again, i
would die not
lying to you, but
just living in the
and if i died
would die happy, listening
sing-song voice guiding
me through all
my darkest days.
all three of them.
and i'm still but i
just climbed up
out of this hole,
so if you
would be so kind as to stop
push me back
it's cold and wet down there.
you might like it.
i still believe
that promises aren't
meant to be broken, but
i'm a silly optimist with
out a care in the world.
and i'm still alive.
forget the hearse cause i'll
She Called Herself a Poetshe spent years telling herself that her ribcage was a keyboardShe Called Herself a Poet4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and that her body was a twisted, deformed stick, eager to be broken
and staring herself down in the mirror, she would tell herself
you. are. hideous.
she was falling in love just to fall out of it
and breaking her heart just to
experience the feeling of it falling apart
she devoted hours of each day
to convincing herself that
she walked to the wrong beat
and sang in the wrong key
and lived in a world overflowing with pain
she cut red lines across her wrists
drew crippled hearts across her walls
smeared blood across her face
because she thought it looked better than any makeup
she recorded every wrong doing against her
every insult and slander thrown her way
and she listened
until they were the only thing she ever heard
she stayed up till the earliest hours of the morning
and she cried herself to sleep when she could no longer keep her eyes
Amazing GraceAll I considered to be my life is goneAmazing Grace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Misguided I have been Father, mistakes I have made
Thank you for your Amazing Grace Father, you have stood strong by me
While my life has been crumbling all around me, leaving me in a world of despair
I have given forgiveness to those who don't deserve it because vengeance is not mine
I have stood my ground to sustain the vow I took, but two halves make a whole
You Father have filled the half that has abandoned me and that vow
Never again will I pursue something not of your will, for your mercy is too great to turn from
I have question, upon question to be asked and I know in time it will be answered
As of now I will remain overjoyed to lift my two hands up to you and accept your blessings
Father show me something beautiful that I may break down and weep for the love you have for me
Let me sing a love song for you my Savior, the only one to be faithful to me through Everything
Father I want to fall in love with you over and over again
With or Without Your WingsI remember those days, way back when. You used to pretend that I was your princess, and I treated you in kind, like the prince you were. You were my fairytale, my imagination, my past, present, and future.With or Without Your Wings5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Well, maybe not my future. You might just be too larger-than-little-town-life to really stay here with me.
You always struck me as a city person, heart and soul. I can just see you there, surrounded by neon-bright lights and sugar-coated starlets and dreams bigger than I could ever be. And yet those cities still won't be able to keep you, because there's nothing quite big enough to blot out your light.
Or maybe you're just a small town kid, whose dreams outweigh his ambition.
I guess I can't really say, I'm not sure I remember the real you all that well anymore. Mom says I have too much imagination in too little reality.
I guess I fell in love with your Prince Charming, before Prince Charming grew out of you. You grew up, I guess, and there's really not all that much left
Dying so YoungYou open your eyes and look at meDying so Young3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stare back at you helplessly
You look so pale and weak
As you lie on this hospital bed
A huge white bandage covers your tiny little head
You reach for my hand and hold it tight
And all of my strength washes away
As tears fill my eyes
I try to hold them back but it's no use
They fall down my cheek
I know you're dying and there's nothing I can do
You're my best friend, without you there's no reason to go on.
You release my hand and wipe my tears
You smile with your pale white lips
"Don't cry" You say
I hold your hand and
I close my eyes shut for a while.
Then your hands start to lose its grip and my eyes open in fear.
You take a deep breath
Your last breath
and your eyes close
I stand there and watch as your body fades
"I'll miss you" I Whisper and pull the sheets over your face.
Your lifePeople will be there at every corner to criticize youYour life3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To push you around
Laugh at you
Break your trust
But you cannot lose hope m'dear
Because it's a test
A test which will be a bit lengthy
But when it finishes
The results will be great
Life is a test
No matter how hard it gets
No matter how many times you fall
I'll be there to pick you up
Make you strong
And support you
Till the very end
Because this world is just a mere illusion
In the end you'll be the only one you can trust
So why care what others think
Do what makes you happy
And live your life to the fullest
Because you get only one chance to live it
So why not make the most of it?
A Soldier's WishlistDear Santa,A Soldier's Wishlist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's been a while since I wrote;
just give me a moment to clear my throat.
I'm a little out of practice
so forgive me if I seem quite callous.
I've got some complaints you've heard before,
but let me leave those at the door.
I watched the NORAD radar blip
but never got my Battleship.
Haven't believed since I was nine
but sitting here on the front line
I've got a wish not just for me
but for the men in my cavalry.
If it can't fit into a sack,
if such a load would break your back,
then I'd settle for a smoke and ticket home
but while I'm writing here alone
here's the list I never sent;
peace on earth, goodwill towards men.
The ArtisanWhat is a poetThe Artisan3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If not an artisan
In his left hand
He wields the pallet of language,
A common instrument
Blemished with the desolate hues
Of disembodied idioms.
In his right hand
He wields the paintbrush of assertion,
An ashen tool with rugged bristles
Pursuing in futility a holy union
With the paint of imagery.
Lies the canvas of life,
A sapless framework
Subdued in a monochromatic state
Of unchanging fluidity.
With the eternal passion of creation,
The poet masters these dismal tools
To craft an intricate verbal portrait,
One with a spirit of elegance.
What is a poet
If not an artisan
He is naught.
For the artisan finds his home
In the sacred guild
And what is artistry
If not a haven