Myosotis SylvestrisMyosotis sylvestris (Forget Me Nots)Myosotis Sylvestris9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Knotted stems cling tightly
to the pole pushed, just yesterday,
into loamy garden soil,
flecked with bark and leaves.
Read the packets fine print:
water well in dry spells.
These arent the hardy daffodils
Im used to planting.
I finger each new bud gently;
picking them up, one by one,
and caressing them with a careful hand.
Each one lined with scratches
and creases marring the weave.
At last I dust my hands
on dirty jeans and turn towards
the cottage and the awaiting kettle.
But not before catching one last glimpse
of dusky fingers waving farewell
from the trellis.
God is in the Claw MachinesIf there's one thing I've learned from walking in AprilGod is in the Claw Machines9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[when the buds on the trees come to blows with the sun,
and of course I'm not cold,
It's that there is a truth
in each and every
[You know that I've been wrong before.]
Each case of mistaken identity has led us one step closer
to finding who we really are.
When I was much younger, I used to believe
that there was no beauty in this world.
But that was a long time ago,
before I really existed.
And now that I've met you, I realize that
LighthouseMy beacon light sweeps the horizon,Lighthouse9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Illuminating the waves.
Crashing on the knifing rocks.
Vanst and endless ocean,
majestic yet deadly,
my breathing rises
and falls with the waves.
The sea sighs,
she's as lonely as me.
She's vast, dark velvet, blue
and I jutting white,
protruding from her shores,
admidst deadly teeth.
Again my light sweeps across her surface.
Picking out each crestfallen wave
as they dive down to the sorry shipwrecks.
Every night I hear their creaking frames
crying with loss
and I'm filled with sorrow.
The clouds clear and the sea she mirrors the sky,
each star duplicated on her shimmering skin.
The moon (narcissi) admires his reflection,
as I, lonely, stare out over her.
The moons reflection bright and proud
puts my beacon to shame.
I sheild my light for I am shamed.
Blind ships skim the night for I am shamed.
He spites me.
She cries for me.
And I sleep for another day
still in love with the oceans.
Skylight Visionyou are a blinking airplane in the nightskySkylight Vision8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while I´m a satellite, circling the earth
my constant light trying to hunt glimpses
as you rush past me everytime
Urban WalkThis morning, I shrugged on my frayed jacket,Urban Walk9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
there was water in my mind,
Mooning over you
At the boughs of my cedar, drinking damp green all night long
Were the feet, white toe afore black shoe
Towards bus stop . .
---a nd . a crow whisper laster , later, lay there -
Softly falling from my grey dipped Monday sky. Th' enquiring eye ,
A bit of sun falling behind my ear
Sneaking into my thoughts with thoughts of avians in the dawn
Draping a bit of color over mythirstythroat.
She's lifted me up by the coattails,
To be following my sky poetry in crow trails and tickling
A cirrus heaven monkey
I lug my bucket of blue and yellow paint,
Kicking. Black and white shoes . . ..
To fall back to the side walk.
My own toes touching sky,
Corduroy jacket , suffused with earth , flying me up
Letter to the WorldA note in a bottle,Letter to the World2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
YouYou2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The reflection in the Mirror is no longer broken,
The flower in Bloom no longer stained,
The song that I Sing is no longer sad,
The Unconditional love I feel is no longer strained.
The Supernova I see is an explosion of desire,
The Unknown no longer compels me to fear,
If a Hospital is where I seal my fate,
Let it be known I died loving You, my dear.
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.
-Mouse thoughts-That's a funny place for cheese-Mouse thoughts-4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
deathdeath11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
at the station
one exhausted passenger
the train on the track whistles
you have to obey
get on it
and ride away
one exhausted passenger
the trip ended where it began
Letters To RomeoLetters To Romeo4 years ago in Letters More Like This
I don't expect you to know me. Then again maybe you do. I do not know...I wonder sometimes weather you visit all the people that care about you...not only just the ones that knew you...maybe sometimes the ones that you never met? I have never had the oppourtunity. I was born too late...Both my siblings were alive when you were...I never had that chance. Of course then I think...If I was alive...how would I have handled your death?...much Like I handled Steve Irwin's I'd imagine...have you met him by the way? Wonderful man...I think Paul would like him...Anyways. I may have reacted like that...except I think it would have been much worse....For Steve I cried every night for about 3 or 4 nights...then I cried all over again when I watched his memorial service on the telly. For you...I don't know weather I would have been able to stop...Eventually of course I would...but even now, I was never alive when you were and i still cry for you...Everytime I hear Paul sing 'Here Today'.
LostI walk this desert, no stream in sight, my beliefs dead. With myLost3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
dreams far, I see mirages everywhere from what I could have
been if my morals still existed. From there I saw my old threats.
Soul for sale, it said.
That was hardly ironic. I had no use for it, and the predators
already made their bids, darkness staring me in the face. That's
alright. I've survived long enough, ready to fade.
Slowly, I kneel to the ground, the warmth of the sun thrown
away like an old rag. I knew, because all around me the desert
was burning. When you've lost everything, what could you do
but watch it turn to ash?
GiftI made you somethingGift8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hope you like it
I made it out of you
Because I sold the world
That time when I thought I could buy it back
And gave away all of me
That time when I thought you weren't looking
And someone stole all the air
That time when I tried to catch my breath
So I made this for you
I hope you like it
Because it's all I have left
UnderwearI have every interest in seeing your underwear, and that tells me more than I need to know.Underwear5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Aerodynamic theoryPigs fly briefly from high placesAerodynamic theory4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tedious traumathe naked baby lies trampled on the rocktedious trauma9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ripped from its beloved womb
it's left to fester while marring
no indention upon the voice of his procreator.
a smudge on the periphery
little thought acknowledged the validation of departure.
it could never be that easy.
detachment breeds fear more quickly than fornication.
at that rate,
insures the eternal life of existence
sharing the fear of Søren,
it's vitality which is essential
not form or flesh
but emotional brilliance that shines fourth
through the glimmering thought.
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
ChildI am not finished with my childhoodChild7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not out of my wonderment
My knowledge cannot fill up
Like a cup. It does not overflow.
I will never grow beyond my imagination,
My youth is internal, beyond my body
Beyond my soul and beyond this world.
The young ones here are forever.
HerbstHerbst5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Brennt Wälder nieder
In ekstatischem Rotgold
Feurig leuchten die Buchen
Bevor sie vergehen
Raureif versilbert Wiesen
Wie wir uns liebten
Stille senkt sich auf sterbendes Laub
Kein Knistern mehr
Wenn wir uns begegnen
Friert Winter sich in unsere Haut