The Last UnicornThe Last Unicorn13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As shimmering light touches the ground
Reflected in the stars and moon, no sound
but quiet tiptoes and laughter fine
Like music it flows and weep moonshine
Try to look, maybe try to see
The elfin folk, under the Great Oak Tree
As a streaming breeze blows gently by
Hear tinkling chatter and the leaves' quiet sigh
Pixie skips, fluttering fairy wings and happy cheer
Wood sprites and river nymphs approach with no fear
'tis the full moon, and as magic settles through the night
A glimmer and twinkle of stars as dreams take flight
The fairy folk cheer as each wish of a child floats free
But even as they smile, they wait to see
The Last Unicorn, an appearance she makes
Once every full moon, a risk she takes
Ruler of the woods and forests all around
Sworn fealty to her are the fairy folk bound
Proudly she reveals herself, a magical beast
Hunted by many but she fears not in the least
Often thought of only as a myth or legend by all
Seasons pass, but she's seen every rise and fall
of man; knowled
ThoughtsThoughts13 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In the months that I've spent on deviantART, I've met numerous people of all ages and from all walks of life, joined together as a community by a single entity: the love of and for art. It didn't matter whether one was into poetry, wallpapers, 3D abstract images, prose, indyart or freehand; what mattered was the love shared for works that spilled forth from heart, soul and mind.
Many times have I sat in front of my computer screen and cried for no other reason except for the fact that I was, clichéd as it may sound, moved to tears. Some works I understood more than others, and this was because deviantART not only allowed us to share our works: it let us interact, meet, greet and debate at large whatever the topics may be. The community that existed here was a step above others, because it was not based purely on interaction or art alone; both elements combined gave an even more honest view into an individual's soul and personality, and with that, knowing a person made their works conta
ReflectionReflection13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tiptoe out as the snow silently falls
Forgetting troubles, I quietly leave the residence halls
Periwinkle toque on my head, snowflakes on my nose
The cold paints my face a warm coloured rose
A dance and twirl in the middle of the night
Wrapped in a jacket to ward off frostbite
Scruffed up jeans and warm comfy fleece
The cold bothers me not in the least
In the icy arms and frigid fingers of nature
Numbness sets in and in pain-free bliss I linger.
A frozen teardrop runs down my face
Brushed away but it leaves a trace
In life I may hold to dreams ideal
But ironic truth makes it all surreal
Upon my black mittens drift the snow
Each flake unique, that I know
Like persons, feelings, thoughts and emotion
Of spirit and dreams we have slight notion
When times are rough and in despair
Remember: no one ever said that life was fair.
But to living, in its uniqueness I give praise
All the hurt and joy in my arms I embrace
Recall the little moments which make you smile
for those are that which make
Breathe In MeBreathe In Me13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel you breathe through me
I can feel your breath on my skin
I can feel me wanting you
I can hear your voice being carried by the wind
Love, it whispers on a breathless tinge
Your voice lingering on a mid-summer sky
Mingling with the stars that we share in our eyes
The world begins to rain as the gods cry for me
The four winds hold me in their arms as they attempt to comfort me
But all I can feel is your breath on my skin
All I can hear is your voice carried by the wind
Love, it whispers with a breathless tinge
A kiss on my cheek from the warm drops of rain
A kiss on my ears from the bluebirds in Spain
But all I can feel is your breath on my skin
All I can hear is your voice carried by the wind
Love, it whispers in a breathless tinge
...and the world falls apart with the silence of my broken heart.
What Dawn Has Not Yet FoundWhat Dawn Has Not Yet Found12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your flesh is ancient
i want to fill it
with vacant stares
and dirty words
i ache to feel your hands
around my heart
i want your fingers
knotted in my hair
& your mouth to fuse itself
let our tongues do
what bodies do
find yourself alive,
make every syllable
let my nails leave bloody
in your skin
every set, a scar
i want to burn in your arms,
fall into your eyes,
& cast them off like clothing
until there is nothing
but your skin & mine
& these tousled dirty sheets
drops My childhood homedrops13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
suffers contained a
of vagrant nuclear
raindrops until my
to soak father
- StarDustNIGHT -- StarDustNIGHT -13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on wings of unseen glass birds
a taste of stardust forced upon their delicate brow
eyes tired of the journey to
gossamer crystal entrails
taut with overtasking
we drift slowly along this stream
in endless night
and the colours!
from somewhere far above
the stars sing praises and
align with the planets in tribute to their Creator
as their reflections dance in the aether all around,
throughout we course towards the grey of dawn
or the alternative, if such a thing does not exist
and sing songs of quiet wonderment
for a way back home
:// © 2001 J. Michael Renaud
AbsoluteAbsolute13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In a single tear
For mind: control
My sanity: gone
Dark days, dark thoughts
Mind paints black
these memories wrought
For a dream I fight
In the end, worth naught.
In havoc and pain
For honour: I die
In death I mourn
Through meaningless drivel
No hope reborn.
plethora- out the windowa momentary glance/gazeplethora- out the window13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
out the window,
and i am taken/transported
out (of my eyes),
in (to the sky),
over (the clouds),
under (the stars)
to the core of
the milky way-
universes and galaxies-
in my mind...
... i celebrate
in a single glance/gaze
out the window,
i flew one/full circle
back to myself/earth
and i smiled.
Pain by JSennPainPain by JSenn13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of the willow tree
brush slowly the ground where she lay
bound by the weeping agony
of pain circumventing joy.
Encompassed by the suffering
she sought comfort in imaginations mist
she softly whispered for the kiss.
The hand of her pain released its grip
embraced by love
and his soothing touch
gently, she is set free.
without heat I will freezewithout heat I will freeze13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
help me melt these tears
help me feel the comfort
and the love
of having a mother.
can you please love me
I really do need you
in dark tides
in my life.
can you kiss me goodnight
I want to sleep now
in your warm embrace
without fear for one moment.
can you hold me
and stay with me
make me feel secure
make me feel alive?
can you give me strength
lift my small body from the ground
make me feel the power
of having a father.
can you talk to me
like you know it all
make me smile
make me feel human.
can you be with me
tell me you care
secure my soul
save my body.
can you please stay with me
I don't want to be alone
can you please don't leave me
alone in this cold world?
you can't leave me here
please take me back with you
please love me
I can be a pretty child
I can smile..
please don't leave me
stay with me
take care of me
just don't leave me
I'm so young
I can just see your feet
I will grow..
you can learn to love me..
Scene of an AccidentScene After An AccidentScene of an Accident14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lost my car in some wild
Speeding and craziness.
What do I do if the brakes fail?
Survive. I think. I forget.
Now I'm walking on the road's soft shoulders.
Springtime and weeds talk country matters in the gravel,
Under the melted butter sun.
A snake, only as long as a pencil, green
As cooked spinach, glides over my bare left foot.
So gentle, but I am waiting for the panic
Frozen hard as solid silver
And waiting for the lethal flinch.
My nerves aren't steel, they're silver.
I wish someone was there to witness my luck, for I have
Often pointed out the X's on my palms
To friends and said, "See, I'm always protected."
They laughed. But luck comes from the gods;
If there were proof of it anywhere, it would be in my
Improbably, while sleeping,
I see the snake again-or is it a different spinach-coloured snake?
It's the same road.
It's the same me, walking along with a crab-apple bush
to lean on as a staff
(My brain is bad at props)
My spinach snake is
cold tearscold tears12 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
im lost and looking for an excuse
a place to hide from all the abuse
my whispers deafen those who listen
quite the voices screaming within
the blood on the floor is now gone
emotions are completely withdrawn
crying can you even hear me?
comfort me, insincerely
lost my mind
lost my name
everythings the same
lost my heart
lost my love
or lack thereof
the skies are grey my soul is numb
and i fear what i\'ve become
there\'s nothing here to believe in
yet i stop myself from ever leaving
i watch idle as life passes by
im left confused and asking why
no one cares to field my question
staring blankly at my reflection
i force myself into oppression
ignoring, forgetting my own confession
i\'ve lost my mind
what\'s my name
my soul is blinded
by the shame
i\'ve lost my love
where\'s my heart
no longer beating
or did it start?
To the Young PoetTo the Young Poet12 years ago in Open More Like This
To the Young Poet
I hear the young poet speak of the beauty of
And emotional emaciation --
That dance our souls
On splendid strings of self destruction
For all the world to admire,
Creating an early grave
But lasting fame.
And I can't help but wonder
If perhaps she has a point --
True beauty is ephemeral,
So those who create it
For a direct connection to the divine;
The price of the profound --
But then I wonder
If perhaps she just is a child
Struggling to be Van Gogh,
Too young to know
That true tragedy comes from without
Not from within,
And that people grow weary
Of drinking the bile
Trust that it is your own,
That discerns beauty,
There is more than enough
To go around --
So there is no need
To create your own.
let me touch youlet me touch you13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
let me touch you
once long ago
when I was only young
you were less maybe more
and I wished so much
to touch you with my tongue
but you were over there
and I was tethered inside of
sometimes I thought,
it will never be
but knight came in
and rescued me from
from that moment I've loved
more than ever I did me
you stand now still
and my love
come here babe
let me touch you with my tongue
tear by prcrtear by prcr13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crystalline drop of water
snuggling its own salt
fails to cling and
slides through the quivering cheek
all the pain it carries
snug between molecules of life
is slowly pulled by gravity and
slinks through the warm cheek
a stream of hope
rinsing the strain
meticulous little teardrop
carrying away sadness
a spring of relief where
loneliness entwines with suffering
SMS - Malaysian StyleSMS - Malaysian Style13 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Y U aLwIz PuSh Me AwAy?
Y U AlWiz mEk mE CrY?
Y U hAf 2 lAfF aT Me?
Y U aLwIz WaCk mY Fly?
HoW 2 ShO U R dA 1 4 Me?
HOw 2 MeK U stAY?
HoW 2 Say dAt I LuV U?
BeBi iTz U aLL dA wAy.
almost lose touch[almost lose touch]almost lose touch14 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i had almost forgotten
the flavour of your lips
after speaking through a telephone
for over a month
i was almost un-used-to
your knocking at my heart's door
after being deprived of you
for over a month
now that you have returned
come here and hold me
Wisteria Scented DreamWisteria Scented Dream13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wisteria Scented Dream
and told her,
be old someday.
You will stand
by the ocean's edge,
around your legs
in the dawn's sea breeze
in a single braid
flowing down the
curve of your back...
My back was to her.
When I turned
I saw her fling
into the sky
softly to the moon.
She picked up
an angelwing seashell
by the tide.
She turned toward me.
and she vanished.
I closed my eyes.
The wind blew
When I opened my eyes
the stars were more
You are my poemYou are my poem13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are my poem
You float past me with the grace of
sea grass dancing in the depths, naked,
shiny, soft, hiding flashes of color
in your arms, you are inspiration,
you are my poem
I watch you sail with dolphins, flip
skyward with great humpbacked whales,
your hunger would please the tiger sharks
I see you reach upward gathering stars,
I've always known you, proud, merciful,
kind, tough, brave, I've always wanted
you, I've always wanted to write in you
I saw you standing alone, bare souled,
needing, holding toward me your pain
cupped in quivering hands, I wrote you
because I know
Standing on one leg like a stork, arms
and hands precise, you fall into giggles
at the thought of someone tracing a line
from your center, laughter contagious,
infectious, I cannot help but write my
love for you in whimsy
And you, you are encapsulating, a
whisper mirroring my desire, you fill me
and drain me in one motion, you are lust,
self-indulgence, you are sensuality, you
are my poem, ravenous
Losing MyselfI had all but thrown away my faith in everythingLosing Myself13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drained my hope to the palest shade of white
wanted everything to end, yearning for peace again and again
i had given up
and then i saw my golden light
in the most angelic form of you
you are my faith in everything
and my hope I've sought so long
you became my saviour with your touch
the breath of life hidden inside your kiss
you are my everything in a world where everything i use to have
was as solid as soft mist
you are the pieces i need to make me whole again
Now i only yearn for the days
when i get to wake up to the safety of your arms
and the brush of your hair against my face
and the days when we can hold each other
the breeze carressing our skin
and i gaze deeply into your eyes
and drown myself into your soul
and lose myself in you