Wedding RingWedding RingWedding Ring3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This ring I wear
On hand, once bare
This symbol that I bear
Beautiful, like you.
I never wanted diamonds
Eschewing that cold rainbow
I wanted something blue
Sapphires something that I knew
Diamonds were truly new.
I met you.
Sober, loving, true
There are so few
So few like you.
And what did you think of when you met
And set your eyes on me?
Sharing another drink
Stronger than your tea
And a bond
Breathed in, then yawned
As you brought it from the sink
We knew we were in sync
I accrued you from beyond
You, so eager to respond.
This ring I wear
Your ring, there
Upon the hands
Will shine, will gleam
And we will see them and will beam
The love of diamonds,
A better dream
So much to us they mean
So much to me you mean
In such a little thing .
Let the bells of our love ring
Let the gold and diamonds sing
Let the sun glint and bring
So much love
Wrapped up tight
Dancing With Dreams'I'm back.'Dancing With Dreams4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fragile silence collapsed. Slowly, the Other looked up, 'I thought... I thought you'd gone....'
'For longer...' Came the murmured reply.
The Speaker swallowed, 'I'd never leave you.'
'Then where did you go?' asked the Other, indignation making cold words hot.
'I went to chase that happy ending,' answered the Speaker, 'I danced with all the dreams in the world and tried to discover perfection.'
An icy glare, 'So, what did you find...?' The question was bitter.
'I realised that the dreams I danced with were mere imitations of you and I brought my happy ending back in a box.' The Speaker held out a small wooden container.
Taking it, the Other opened the box, 'It's empty.'
A small nod, 'My happy ending. It's you.'
Daddy's Little GirlDaddy's little girl is getting put away; in the ground is now where she laysDaddy's Little Girl2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He can't hold back the tears as they pour out from his eyes
As he thinks of all the reasons his daughters not alive
He jumps into her grave and cradles her in his arms
He didn't want this world to cause her any bit of harm
His little girl's not breathing, her heart now doesn't beat
He's holding her tight knowing, he'll never be complete
Everyone watches him cradle his dead girl,
Knowing he won't survive much longer in this world
It takes all of his strength to get out of her grave
And to listen to all the support all of his friends gave
He just couldn't believe he'd never see her happy face again
And he felt his life has come to a sudden end
He watched them close the coffin and pile the dirt up high
And inside every feeling wanted him to die
When everyone had left and he was on his own
He thought of all the days he was going to be alone
He missed his daughter so much; it hurt to take a single breath
And he cou
fall to intangibility with meYou're just one of those lionhearted rarities; distinct in this world of fast-moving heartbeats and electric cacophony. For every key you touch is another second of pending and disquieted love. One of those ethereal extinctions; before everyone turns their eyes on you you've already flown away.fall to intangibility with me4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I stand watching under your dim balcony behind a happy façade; Watching you like a dream catcher. Because I keep cotton clouds in glass jars and paint my world in shades of white and write your name in the spaces between my fingertips.
Weeks are rigid borders like prison barring minutes in; and cliffs made of metal;
I watch you laugh and frown through those incandescent gold reflections.
I want to write you the most beautiful nocturne and paint you something abstract of gold swirls and blue intangibilities to hang on your ceiling;
to make you think of me.
While years and years race past me I drag old clothes out of closets until flecks of dust dance in the air because I want to be a butterf
Who Poison Is ForThey called her into lifeWho Poison Is For2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because when she smiled,
carbon fell cold under pressure
and rain soared, upwards
over the trestle of green.
They called him sweet, for
places where he walked
spread lines of white powder
and vines tore open,
through each caulked step ahead.
Its name was chocolate
because their lips curled and
the gold fled
and died within,
its arsenic edge proven
in his giddy overturning
and in the bounding of
her long lupus haunches.
falling into thunderThe lightning last nightfalling into thunder4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like crashing bolts, like silver swords
from the deep ebony above,
[the colors of your summer gaze]
there were no clouds,
[for they were floating in my mind]
his still image, in black and white, that smile
was like mudwater, filling up the gaps,
the blank, empty, deep voids
under my eyelids
I pull the blanket to my chin,
[flash, flash, boom goes the lightning above,
and i pretend to see a window shatter like ice,
[even shadows have deceased, to the brightest gleams of nowhere]
maybe you've awaken,
to this sound of a musical mess
our dreamy, dark reign
[don't you fall asleep now, with the darkness weeping its only known song,
because if fish have a memory of seven seconds, then you should forget me too.
Bitlets 95My head is a lawn.Bitlets 959 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I pull hair out
like I'm pulling weeds,
treat my scalp with shampoo
like I'm using weedkiller
and the trick to tilling mania
is letting the weed take root.
The Monster in your headI can do this [you know you can't]The Monster in your head4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not a loser [who are you kidding]
I'm not weak [come on, you practically cry yourself to sleep]
I'll make it through [yea because you have no other choice]
They like me [like you? You don't even like yourself]
I will not cry again [then why are your eyes all red?]
I'm beautiful [then why don't you look at yourself in the mirror]
I will not let them push me down [you know you can't stand up for yourself]
I'm me [then why do you fake yourself to be popular]
STOP IT [stop what? I'm just telling what you don't want to see! Stop fooling yourself, you're a loser and you'll always be]
Feeling Insane...Feeling Insane...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think I've Lost my Mind,
It is Nowhere to be Found.
I've searched Far and Wide,
Alas! It is not around.
Wait, Hold it right There!
I think I had a Thought!
I used my Brain, I Swear!
That doesn't happen a lot.
This must mean it is Nearby,
It can't be very far,
How Else could I write this Queer Rhyme?
A poet can't be a Retard.
The mind is a funny Little Thing
& even quite Ironic.
The day you feel you know Everything,
Is when you've Actually Lost it!
Agonizing SexI looked,Agonizing Sex4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Moving into you,
Playing with your long hair,
Your finger tracing down my back,
Your nails like blades,
Blades that cut the skin,
Pulling my head back by my hair,
You make me ache within.
Biting my ear, you whisper
"I love you"
The three words which didn't make sense,
Then you continue,
Continue treating me like an animal.
Holding you so close,
I know I will penetrate you,
Like you did with my trust.
But I won't let you into my reality,
I won't memorize your prayers,
I will not remain an angel anymore,
I'm full of cruelty,
I'll not be the keeper of sentimentality.
So will you,
As our souls entangle in this rage of agony,
© Ubaid Ullah Ahmed
PhilosophyWhat is philosophy? To philosophize is to not think about something, but to think upon those thoughts. You are to go beyond thinking, a thought beyond the thought. To think, you are to walk upon the ground, and observe it. To philosophize is to get upon your knees, and to DIG into the ground! You are to take your thoughts even further than your thoughts already. But I have heard that to philosophize is a gift. But why? Why cannot everyone take a deeper meaning into the thoughts and think upon thoughts? To dig into them? Is it the "strength" of the mind? For the one unable to philosophize, they are unable to dig their fingers into the ground. But then are we to say that those whom cannot philosophize weak minded? I don't think so. That's not right to say one is weak. But what is it that makes one unable to take a deeper meaning into their thoughts? Is it the mental comprehension? Can one only understand to a certain point? But does that mean philosophizers minds are to be unbound to comPhilosophy7 years ago in Open More Like This
Alphabet PhobiaAlphabet Phobia5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What are these wretched grades?
Is it a way that you choose to mock me?
I'd prefer you stabbed me with blades
So that death shall come & set me free
In this entire world, why is it that
A result card is the only system of judgement?
where an" F" means you should drop dead flat
an "A" earns you just a silly graduation cap
I don't want your over-sized gown
Frankly I don't aspire to look like a clown
I'll fail your test but never frown
Im stronger than letting an alphabet put me down
GhazalWith demons, I dwell, I'm still hereGhazal3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Another year in Hell, I'm still here
Time flows like streams with your happy dreams
But in pain, it's like well, I'm still here
You keep repeating: "Why don't you ask?"
I say: "Why don't you tell? I'm still here"
To the fragrant blues yonder they all have flown
With my own earthly smell, I'm still here
Her tower is tall, and my methods are frail
Just a hunchback with a bell, I'm still here
I have no excuse, what else can I say?
I was under a spell, I'm still here
Oblivious and lost, out on the road
In search of la belle, I'm still here
I made it myself, what "freedom", What "fight"?
In My prison, my cell; I'm still here
I was robbed in the daylight in front of the Mayor
With nothing to sell, I'm still here
Why did your anger turn to silence?
Please come back and yell, I'm still here
-It's where I stand that I can't fall-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm standing beside you.
You're what I hold onto.
-Poem- A Thief's TaleRide the chilling wind,-Poem- A Thief's Tale5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
across the burning sand;
along the trail of life --
with it in your hands.
Items made through bloodshed,
seven for the priests;
with their magic powers,
to bring upon the peace.
Rage for fallen comrades,
scarred by darkened times;
revenge, his only wish,
to make up for the crime.
Defeat brought in battle,
but denied his death;
instead, trapped inside,
to await his final breath.
Millennia of silence,
until a new time came;
to possess a boy's body
and rule a Shadow Game.
Disastrous intent .He's watching her hips sway to the rhythm of the war drums.Disastrous intent .3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dis-dis-disaster, dis-dis-disaster is coming.
And it's wearing silky panties that have
daddy issues written all over them.
Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My SoulDon't give me a reason to sell my soul, she should have said.Don't Give me a Reason to Sell My Soul4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Instead, she just stared at the man on the screen in front of her, the man with his long, drooping skin, tired eyes, haggard face and balding head. He was hardly the admiral we had once known. She said "I don't have any desire to do it," and then quickly, "but I'll follow my orders, if you give them to me."
There was fright in her eyes. She gripped the edges of the captain's chair and bit her cheek, fighting off inevitable tears. But not here. She couldn't cry now. People relied on her to be strong. What people she wasn’t sure, but someone, somewhere, surely. She had to believe that.
"Those are your orders," the man said, sinking heavily into his chair. "I trust you'll carry them out."
She snapped off communications with ill-hid despair. Her blonde hair, thin and almost colorless, hung around her face like a fallen halo, fading with every sin. Her lips were tight, her cheeks drawn, and her eyes stared out of bru
resurfaced (sapphire suns)the thing is,resurfaced (sapphire suns)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if it had been different,
through cigarette-thin lips would've come
my name, wrapped in the scent of amber gin.
on wooden floors we'd be lined in light
again, laying so close. not touching.
if it was a cry for help,
nobody was really listening, were they, not
even your father, and so you left,
left in more ways than one, and i only heard you
when it didn't matter anymore.
the thing is,
you've been gone from my mind and heart
for years now, i've lost count.
days have been more fleeting than my own
inhales, my own exhales, or at least
it would seem.
the thing is, z,
time passes and changes.
my stars were yours once.
your skies were blue once.
if this is your call for attention,
these cyan heavens, these silver pinholes...
your invasion is my defeat.
Llamas: Conversation in PoemLlamasLlamas: Conversation in Poem4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
By peachnewt and knightswhodontsayni
This is a conversation in poem that started with the gift of a llama.
Thanks for the llama.
A pixelated icon.
This is a haiku.
To say you're welcome
Is but a courtesy,
To llama it forward
Are you suggesting
I give you a llama?
This gift I am accepting
Should come without drama.
I need no return
For alpaca or llama.
And I do not ask
With anger or drama.
To give to the giver
Is a gift with two sides,
To give upon strangers
Is an unexpected surprise.
The more facets a gift
The more smiles one sees,
So spread the llama love
To unexpected giftees.
This llamatic gift
Has inspired poetry,
The sending is swift
In terms of delivery.
It's brown and pixelated,
It comes from the soul,
It's very appreciated,
And this poetry is my goal.
The unexpected sonnets
Are a pleasant surprise,
Though I cannot give bluebonnets,
Is the art of t
I Have ChangedI Have Changed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My tears, they won't dry for awhile
My blood, it will flow for some time
My fears, they keep me alive
But in the end
This is the real me
Not the portrait you once knew
I have changed, and so have you
Unrequited LoveI have two secrets:Unrequited Love2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
my love for you, and where I
keep your underwear.
A New ToyRemember, when you buyA New Toy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A new toy?
Like a laptop
Or a car
Or an android phone
Remember, how at first
You long to hear it ring?
To feel the clarity in its ringtone?
And the agonizing unease
When you feel it "too far"
And the fear
Oh the fear in your eyes
When you wake up at nights
It makes you stand
Right out of your bed
When you don't find, in your hand
The product you bought:
Your precious new toy
Remember, how at first
You loved it
You lived it
And as time goes by
You are sure it is there
Right there by your side
You take it for granted
You play with it less
You look at it lesser
After all this time
You remember how it was
Fun at the start
A human Heart
I miss youdo you, or do you not care?I miss you4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i'm so confused.
I miss when you used to just 'happen' to be where ever i was.
I miss how you used to do stupid things to make me laugh.
I miss when you would still ask me if you could borrow things that you didn't need.
do you remember the weeks of school?
you kept talking to me, even when I told you not to.
i didn't like you then.
because i didn't like you last year.
I don't know why,
sometimes I just dont like people.
maybe it's because I thought Katie liked you.
Katie was cool. I wanted to be her friend.
i couldn't be her friend if I was her competition.
It hurts when you walk by,
not acknowledging I'm there.
and when you blow me off for her, for any of them,
it kills me inside.
I thought you guys broke up.
everyone said you did.
can you recall the time my friends went over to you?
when they asked you if you liked me?
I wasn't there.
I didn't even know they went.
but they told me what happened.
they said you just shrugged