The Black RoseIn between such delicate fingertips;
She holds the blackest of roses,
And the dark petals brush her lips.
Her sombre shadow across her face,
Describes the bleakest of life's loses.
Such sweet scent floating in the air;
She breathes in the aroma of the black rose,
That scarlet stem entwines in her raven hair.
Her enchanting eyes are but a glaze,
Those wells of happiness have all but froze.
Thorns of iron dig into her soft skin;
She screams from the pain of that bloody rose,
With it's intoxication of simplistic sin.
Her haunting presence brings haste,
To a silence of a death nearing close.
FragileHow could something so fragile,Fragile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the humble heart of a lover's longing,
Be so easily torn in twain?
Was it his desire to deal in danger,
When he first gazed upon your glance?
How could something so fragile,
As the sweet soul of a valentine's virtue,
Be so tragically annulled once again?
In his honour and humility for you he did hunger,
But never did you care or give into chance.
How could something so fragile,
As the flickering fire of a sweetheart's seduction,
Be so pathetically ruined in the rain?
His amorous advances are all but asunder,
With malice you've split his love with your lance.
BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,Beauty1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,
And then she turned and looked at me.
Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,
Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.
Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,
Her lips were dark with mad desire,
And then she turned and started to cry.
Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,
Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire.
Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,
Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,
And then she turned and walked on sin.
Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,
Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.
In The Eyes Of A DreamerRusset leaves dance down from opal trees,In The Eyes Of A Dreamer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pirouetting prettily in the midnight breeze.
Under this ancient bough I write,
Poems of exquisite bliss and beauty,
Painting scenes of romantic serenity.
Ochre sun bursts over vermilion fields,
Dazzling daintily those canopy like shields.
Below it's eternal radiance I muse,
Laments of direful amour and ambiguity,
Sketching tales of dramatic fluidity.
Cerulean waves linger along a saffron shore,
Lazing luxuriously in a celestial downpour.
Beside it's naïve essence I compose,
Idylls of rustic mirth and majesty,
Capturing dreams of artistic virtuosity.
Escape From RealitySometimes when I close my eyes,Escape From Reality2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I dream of a calmer time when I didn't cry.
To slumber alone in those sunshine days,
Where I was at peace: away from the craze,
Yet I fear I'm wondering lost in their urban plague.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I escape to a darker place where I can die.
To linger awhile in that luminous night,
Where I can be content: caught in the daze,
Yet I know I'm struggling now in this hopeless phase.
Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I think of a serene dawn while I sigh.
To vacate away in that voidless space,
Where I shall be alive: independent of that maze,
Yet I wake I'm choking air in that distant place.
But I'm just silently screaming!
From all this dismal dreaming,
When all my tears are sorrowfully streaming!
From my horrid heart that's bleeding,
Can't you see how hard I'm pleading!
Frightful MeetingShe ran into the woods aloneFrightful Meeting1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Until she reached an ancient stone
A forgotten giant's ashen bone
Overgrown by moss and firs
Where there was the love of hers
But not joy guided her today
Not happiness showed her the way
As rain fell from a sky led gray
Saltwater ran down her face
When she reached their meeting place
Adorned with a ruby red stain
A body awaited her slain
Causing such unbearable pain
Whom she'd given her heart to
Now had his own cut in two
Jelousy, the bitter passion
This cruel scenery did fashion
Where he ended up as ashen
and cold as the stone and sky
Made the loved girl want to die
Where the Crows BleedSilhouettes of scarlet whisperWhere the Crows Bleed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
among the bones..
Forsaken beneath earth and stone, I am
bejeweled in the River's dread
Trees clad in sanguine
salivate in the abyss of sorrow
The perfume of blood seduces the sky
incantations of the netherworld
Ebon ghosts shimmer in falling ash,
where love decays evermore
I undress in the lust of darkness; my soul
bequeathed to oblivion seeds the wind
with poisoned tongue flickering
Upon banks of obsidian I gaze
haunted in a tempest of necromancy
I render my ache in shadow-fire,
deep in the dark flow
Behold! The River Acheron!
In the syrup of dreams
crimson fields burn in my eye
Bleeding in the silence of dark ether,
I seek your lips..
The song of afterlife covets our love
Kisses blush upon a blade of rusted steel
Corvid screams bathe in Death's lullaby
Vistas of requiem caress our flesh,
as the River seethes deep in my veins
Unto my brethren do I bask
among black wings wicked n' dreary
Like pitch cast over hallowed waters,
Stars In My EyesI'm seeing stars in my eyes,Stars In My Eyes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like little white nebulae,
Or the glowing of mystic fireflies.
In this sleep of which we call eternity,
We seek a way to that mortal day.
I'm seeing stars in my eyes,
Like vast rainbow supernovas,
Or the bluest of celestial skies.
It's more than just a dream of surrealism,
Than to awake to this world of dire realism.
I'm seeing stars in my eyes,
Like supermassive black holes,
Or the rarest of honest cries.
Is this is a coma of my imagination?
Or was it more than mere fascination?
Second ChanceShow me a little faith,Second Chance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please don't give up just yet.
There's no need to plea for redemption,
Because with me you are safe,
Away from that darkest devastation.
Show me a little hope,
Please don't turn me away now.
There's no meaning to deny your mortality,
Because with me you will cope,
Even in that colourless city.
Show me a little love,
Please don't close your eyes,
There's no reason to continue this worry,
Because with me you are a dove,
And I'm here to say sorry.
The Shadow of the CrowSee that shadow in the snow,The Shadow of the Crow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Black silhouette on velvet white,
Do I see the crow.
Wandering the streets of the night,
With macabre majesty does he turn to bow.
Look up and see that shadow soar,
Luminous presence in that bleak mist,
Do I hear the crow.
Flying over me with acrobatic twist,
With gleeful grace only he could show.
Touch that shadow that you know,
Silken feathers bristle from touch,
Do I feel the crow.
Relaxing in my presence as such,
With erudite eyes that can only know.
ShadowI am the shadow,Shadow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the light of the door.
Can you see my body right there,
Lying lifeless on the freezing floor?
Don't cry for me because I'm free.
I am the shadow,
In the darkness of the wall.
Can you see me smile at you,
Even if I hadn't died at all?
Just forget me since those lies were true.
I am the shadow,
In the gloom of the ceiling.
Can you remember my face;
Did you kill me with false feeling?
Yet now my presence haunts this place.
Loving YouSometimes it's like waking up from a dead sleep,Loving You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
hazy eyed and thoughtless,
but there is something... something,
tickling the edges of my memory.
Just the outline - blurred and incomplete.
And just when I reach for it
But still, it brings
a smile to my lips.
it's like streamlining energy,
and feeling exhilerated,
as every nerve ending
into the soul
to play on my
like a harp.
Gallows of the EyeHow loud the shouts and whispers,Gallows of the Eye8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Echoing on from invisible tongues.
As melodies sing like acid vapors,
Oh, the profanity has begun.
To storms it is not comparable,
Thunders become a mother’s song.
Even nightmares turn to lullabies,
And monsters leaving on their own.
Coming forth with a hunter’s crouch,
Lying in wait in the darkness’ shade.
Only not in the corners of your room,
But there instead in your guarded mind.
Fight it with fire all you like,
Stare it down with all your might.
The more you purge the more it feeds,
A war that’s won with stronger greed.
One goal crowns its lonely wake,
A feeble little soul living a trick.
Good ol’ Time has a front row seat,
To this grand show that’s entirely free.
Wilder it is than the sky’s mad fury,
Yet contained in a fragile glass ball.
One side attacks and the other defends,
Ceasefires come but last not long.
And so it goes on like a bedtime story,
One that gives no blink of sleep.
The warriors think t
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flamesThe Ravens of Valhalla1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And into a Winter sun I bleed my dreams,
as a thousand years of love & war dressed the sky
Long-ships sailed to the otherworld upon Odin’s breath
Betwixt night and day I wandered, shimmering, peering
— Till my chalice of Dragons blood flowed but no more
I became a warrior lost in the stars, drifting, ever falling,
Until the shadows entombed my soul in Raven-lore
Lo the tempest eerie; ‘magick entwining spirit and flesh
Upon snow I awoke dreary, beneath winged-silhouettes
‘Couldst be, my Princess adored; — last of the Valkyrie!
I recall — myriad of black feathers in leisured-dance,
And our love soared ravenous unto darkness befallen
From the frosts of creation I wrought gloom and desire,
Bore the tongue of fevered winds thru oceans of time
Here thy whispers feasting, I linger, clad in mists of fire
O’ we have lived, in the arms of shadow and vapors
We have sung, in fields of night
Life Is DeadLife to me is dead,Life Is Dead2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And all my heartless pain,
Is swarming in my placid head.
There is nothing more that I can feel,
But what I touch in my mind can't be real.
Life is all but dead,
But on this raw path I go again,
Wandering with legs of lead.
To a distant land of sanctity I shall go,
Beside the rush of a wild river flow.
Life is dead.
Am I truly sane?
When all my soul can do is bleed,
With sinews of fire and veins of ice,
Constricted by all this gutless vice.
Snow DaySnowflakes fall and flutter downSnow Day1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
dancing before they hit the ground.
What to do, the children know.
They'll make a person out of snow!
Rolling snowballs is how they'll start.
When they're finished, it's a work of art.
Morning and afternoon they play
for nature sent them a snow day.
A Thing Called LoveWhat is this thing they call love?A Thing Called Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In an eternity of elegant emotion,
I've yet to decipher this one devotion.
Is it me that fails to understand,
How such a fiery feeling can freeze this land?
Some things are too good to be true,
Why the gentile grass is green
And the serene sky is always blue.
Love is a remedy that might have been,
A suitable cure to a depressive disease.
What is this thing they call love?
I am an idiot of insane impulse,
To realise this is something I can't repulse.
Is it me that truly lacks wisdom,
Why such a humble heart can hear no pulse?
Some things are never quite the same,
When the wailing wind and the roaring rain,
Always play the same old game.
Love is a word you wrote to me again and again,
But I was allured by it's idiotic illness.
A Challenge to ThanatosYou hear the sneers beneath your laughter,A Challenge to Thanatos11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like quivering arrows shot in the air.
Your own voice taunts and mocks you,
The living mirror of a lie’s contraire.
Making up excuses just to remain calm,
Soon out of things to make you feel numb.
Go on and hide the scars in the sun,
Your acting skills are second to none.
Every day’s fear swallows you up whole,
Giving birth to yet more doubt in your soul.
As each time is spent with a life on the edge,
You see yourself simply waiting for death.
Constantly at present with tales of the past,
You’re idly staring while others prance.
Where is that heart you wear on your sleeve?
Emotion has left you and oh, does it grieve.
Torn apart by the unknown you so fear,
Where the knight is kept in a little girl’s dream.
Dreading for the day you finally get to breathe,
For now you’re still stuck gasping in your coffin.
Remember though in your deepest of depths,
Exists a single string gliding from the web.
Whispering softly like t
Shock WavesFaces scream of silent painShock Waves1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bodies twisted by desires
In castles we build relentlessly
Feelings are forever hidden
Steel and concrete replaced
Pure living and survival
In glass towers beasts indulging
On their unborn children
Let the shock waves come
And pulse through all repulsive
Let them break our brains
And return us to nothing
Gold that serves no purpose
Made-up money with no value
Grins are painted on the walls
Where nobody is laughing
Willingly we blind ourselves
Willingly we chain our bodies
Take the pills they give you
Take sterilised happiness
Let the shock waves come
And burn us 'till we're black
Let the cities crumble down
Until there is nothing left
Let the shock waves come
Until we are bare and naked
Until we are running scared
Until we start thinking
For ourselves again
*Mars*Travelling fast, speed of light*Mars*1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Course is plotted, Mars tonight
Red planet sojourn far from home
Travelling apace, on my own.
Phobos and Deimos moons of Mars
Orbit faithfully among the stars
Atmosphere pink, particles of dust
Light years from earth, visit a must.
Imagination will take you there
Just sit comfortably in your chair
Close your eyes, let thoughts run free
Will meet on Mars, half-past three.
The PossessionAt night I lie awake living in my nightmare,The Possession1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With his hideous face with eyes cold and cruel,
Sitting inside the darkness he dares to call my dreams.
He just looks at me with his sinister stare,
And I can define his smirk devouring silent screams.
At night I cry asleep dying in my nightmare,
With his insidious voice with fangs sharp and surreal,
Waiting inside the blackness he bids to stall my breath.
He just smiles at me with his grimacing glare,
And I can touch his desire torturing daylight's death.
At night I die alone haunting in my nightmare,
With his riotous visage with ears bold and brutal,
Listening inside the stillness he stops to maul my soul.
He just laughs at me with his salacious snare,
But I cannot breach his reason breaking risk's rule.
BlackbirdA black winged bird sat atop a roof,Blackbird2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nonchalantly humming its caws and coos.
For there on the street down yonder it peered,
At the coming of jeers; the walking of fear.
It saluted its foe and hopped to and fro,
Unaware that behind the mask was a heart of gold.
But the blood stained cheeks and pale white hands
Reached out for the bird, thus it succumbed to their demands.
Feathers flew in the wind from the night time air,
A whirlwind of darkness only the night could compare;
The bird found a place where it could perch and respite,
On the shoulder of a corpse oh, what a delight!
A chuckle from a mouth that the heavens forbade,
Gave room for the next few words that were said:
"Blackbird, blackbird! Why have you come?
In this unruly hour the night will be undone!
The children on the street are marching one by one,
To innocent to know that a nightmare has begun."
He clasped his hands when he finished his speech,
His shoulders were shaking in delicious relief
Spiralling To InsanityI'm sorry if what I say,Spiralling To Insanity2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Might cause you to feel down.
It's just that I'm having a depressing day,
And all I can think of is the photos of the past,
Knowing that I cannot makes the memories last.
I'm sorry if I'm looking morose,
While you sit there analysing my face.
It's just that I'm having a nightmare tonight,
Revelling in all the paintings of the present,
Forever falling into another dismal descent.
I'm sorry if I cause you pain,
Inside your heart that loves me so.
It's just that I'm having a torturous time,
Being plagued by the sketches of my sanity,
Even though I'll induce the effects of insanity.
Apocalpyse ChildStanding alone amongst ruins of rubble,Apocalpyse Child1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Waits a little angel with eyes expressing fear.
She wears a dress of shining so light and clear,
And in her palm she holds her teddy so tight,
Whilst scarlet skies turn black to herald trouble.
Flames fly high over her raven crown without care,
Scorching grim ground beneath her feet.
But this is no angel that any army can defeat,
She'll break bullets with breath of a terrified sound,
And she'll tame those who torment with her stare.
Standing alone amongst wreckage of war,
Sings a little angel with hands howling pain.
She walks in boots of mourning so brash and vain,
And in her gaze she wields her hate so harsh,
Whilst grey graves turn red to blind disaster.
Explosions erupt low under her toes pale by pity,
Burning stagnant skin revealing her mystery.
But this is no angel that anarchy will have victory,
She'll crack courage with cries of a mortified sin,
And she'll humble those who hurt with her ferocity.
Standing alone amongst concrete of carnage