Taylor Swift Inpired PoemDear John,Taylor Swift Inpired Poem2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I used to be so enchanted by you,
But now I realise all you are is mean.
And you'll never grow up.
But yet,I still think you're an innocent.
All I can do now is go back to december,
When we were screaming 'long live',
and that's how this love story of ours began.
And now I am haunted by our last kiss.
You promised me the story of us would last forever and always,
But you lied,which made me realise there's no one as cold as you.
I used to hope things would change,
And you would get on your white horse and come back to me.
But not anymore,
Because now I've got my eyes open and know,
that one day superman will find me,
and he'll make me fearless again.
Don't you worry about me,I'll be safe and sound.
I don't understand...Why must we paint our facesI don't understand...4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to society's standards of sensational?
Why can't we just shine––
our faces naked as the day we came?
CradledThrough the forest––Cradled3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
lush, green fields––
leaves aplenty dance;
my footsteps spurn
the earth I walk.
a gentle caress--
grasses loosely grasp;
I touch the shell
around the trees.
Then the silence––
I lie myself down;
slowly, so slowly,
I join the earth.
and rock collects––
I breathe once,
then twice, and
then no more;
heart torn from chest:
grave mark placed
on forest floor.
Fallen GuardianA fallen angel with broken wingsFallen Guardian4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
knows not how to ease the sting
of battered friends and tattered things
or how to cure what sorrows bring.
VacancyThere was a haven, now a hollow,Vacancy4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and starlight flickering to follow.
Red, like roses, paints the snow:
it pours on out in endless flow;
What once a haven, now a hollow–
all lights out, and darkness swallows.
MoralityShe is the sunlight and the moon,Morality5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but only sins fall from her lips.
His is the heart that knows my tune,
but only sorrows seem to fall.
She is the sunshine and the rain,
And he's the soul I love in vain;
each on shoulder stand sentinel
in constant war while pain doth dwell.
''BURN IT DOWN!''Whilst stars go waltzing''BURN IT DOWN!''5 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
out of sight,
And bombs are bursting
day and night–
Within this chaos
Finally, I find
And whilst the stars go
Bombs a-blasting all
I'll cast out all my
And calmly put this
Then in silence: together...
I'll share with all what must
'fore I cross that final
and burn this bridge
all on my own.
End of the LineWith a bullet in my hand,End of the Line6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will end my strife--
Now I fin'lly understand
the value of my life.
The thread's been cut short
and my path has been shattered;
These dreams: ABORT.
My hope's being battered.
And now I have no life to live,
so with this bullet in my hand
these are the last words I'll ever give.
Droplets of HopeI feel little droplets of hopeDroplets of Hope6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
doing dances on my window–
the glass fogs over and I draw
amongst the stars a small symbol.
"Hope." I speak with rich color tones,
my hot breath skating on the sill
as I look out to the night sky.
Dreaming–I slowly drift away–
of the silver lining signals:
The dawn of future happiness...
What Need Be SaidI’ve put off saying what’s neededWhat Need Be Said6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to be said time and again cause
I’ve choked on the words, fumbled with
my thoughts, and denied my heart the
songs it has been yearning to sing.
But no more. I could give you a
poetic expression, but now–
right now–I believe that putting
this bluntly is the way to go.
Simply, you make me feel every
spectrum of human emotion:
loving you is pain and bliss,
frustration and adoration,
uncertainty and confidence,
humanity, and everything
that I could ever want to feel.
Another NightAlthough we didn't even fight,Another Night6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'll cry myself to sleep tonight.
Sweet SanctuaryFly to a place where you are free,Sweet Sanctuary7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
beyond the pains that trouble thee;
lose yourself in my embrace,
let my sweet sanctuary be your place.
Doctor! Doctor!Doctor! Doctor! Please come quickDoctor! Doctor!6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and help these broken pieces "click."
Well I come running like always,
scramb'ling to fix your dismay.
Doctor! Doctor! Broken hearts!
Fights have torn them all apart!
Hush now, child, and let me work,
I'll try once more to fix this quirk.
You cry and moan as I work through
(can't stop cause the blame's on you)
and I won't stop–I don't know why.
I can't fix what's fin'lly died,
But still I go on blood and fire,
though the situation's dire,
burning on until eyes tire–
and then, in silence, all expires.
Doctor! Doctor! What's going on?
Silently it fin'lly dawns...
Doctor! Doctor! No! Please, please, please!
She's abeggin' on her knees...
Out the room I boldly go
without a couple in my tow.
If you really had to know...If you really had to know,If you really had to know...7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
then shortly you will see;
If you really had to know,
I ask you don't judge me.
Simple boy, simple pleasures,
this is what I treasure:
Friends and praise, love most of all,
and a place on the stage;
I dream of my name in lights
and the crowd's true delight–
I'll dance–I'll sing–ANYTHING–
Just give me my moment
and this Star will shine.
If you really had to know,
then you delved into dreams;
If you really had to know,
things are not what they seem.
Simple boy, who's not so fair,
dreams tainted with nightmare:
I feel for others–Hellish pain,
but love and joy all the same.
Anxiety traps me in a cage;
All along my hormones rage–
I cry, I beg, I plead "No more!"
But still it's knocking at my door.
If you really had to know,
well now you truly see.
If you really had to know,
you've gotten to know me.
All I ask is in return
that you do not judge me.
Memory LostDeep into her sweet brown eyes. Looking.Memory Lost7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inhale. Exhale. Once again. Breathing,
Lids fall heavy, silently low. Sleep.
She speaks to me, saying words so kind,
And for a moment I feel so fine.
Dark and quiet, sweet serene. Sleeping.
Happy place. Feelin' fine. Home again,
Hands held as I drift into myself;
Falling deeper and deeper inside
Till suddenly there's peace I find.
She speaks softly, gently, words so kind,
And reminds me that I'm feelin' fine.
Deeper I sink until she suggests
That which will finally give me rest.
I listen, nod, and then I'm blessed.
I awake to see her sweet brown eyes,
Stretch my limbs, and I feel more than fine:
She points to he, whom I do not know,
And I just shrug–I don't know why.
Memory lost, but no tears cried.
An Ancient GestureI thought, as I wiped my eyes on the fabric of their shirt:An Ancient Gesture7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My ancestors did this too.
And more than once: you can't stay hopeful all day
And crying until sleep comes at night;
Your heart grows tired, and you cannot keep up the fight;
And along towards morning, whilst dreaming of love's true delight,
And the person who held you, only in your mind, so dear.
Suddenly you burst into tears;
There is simply nothing else to do.
And I thought, as I wiped my eyes on the fabric of their shirt:
This is an ancient gesture, authentic, antique,
A choice made to seek the love we all must seek;
My dear friends did this too.
But only as a gesture,—a gesture which implied
To the doubtful others that we are simply not to weak.
We learned it from those who touched us...
Who gave us that which will not die.
This is my Letter to the WorldThis is my letter to the world,This is my Letter to the World8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Which turned blind eye to me:
The stifled cries and cuts made bold
Were lost unto the sea.
And I should wish they'd not do so,
But it's a beggar's plea.
For love of life, I beg the world:
Please bear witness to me.
The world we know should not be so,
Nor worser should it be–
Instead I ask a different tune,
With sweeter melody!
Though I have flown–am finally free–
A brighter world I yearn to see.
Your StepsDancing in your steps,Your Steps8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I recite a lullaby:
You can be who you want to be;
you can choose whatever heaven grants,
so long as you can have your chance.
But stop short and I jerk,
the song clunks–cacophony.
You could be who you wanted to be;
you had the choice of what heaven grants,
but you wasted your only chance.
Fumbling on my way,
I cry into the somber night:
I can be who I want to be;
I can choose whatever heaven grants,
but with you I'll have no chance–
in your steps I no longer dance.
Still Into YouI feel I've got something to proveStill Into You7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
every time you meet my eyes:
watching every single move,
with hope you'll stay so I don't cry.
I just wish that you could see
beyond my mask, my hidden pain,
and see just what you do to me.
Then, maybe peace could reign
and I'd no longer feel in vain
nor seek a love I can't obtain.
AdolescenceFirebreath's ablazingAdolescence8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and Pixies petal dance,
Damsels are dismaying,
and Lancelot's had his chance;
to win the love of maiden sweet,
more than just a kiss on the cheek:
heroes braving dangers and great feats–
each one's a story quite unique.
Sadly though, the fields are not that fair;
Pastures are but tainted land,
And the sun's gaze is a glare,
Sadder yet is what is really there.
In castle's stead we bear blasted homes,
And animals quite misfed.
No rushy brooks or seas to roam,
when everything is dead.
If I had my way I'd take my leave
To live in the storybooks instead.
In fantasy there's no room to grieve
Cause happiness is ahead!
Of Love's Sweet LightIn what ways does my heart call?Of Love's Sweet Light8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
If I offend it only be for love;
That such a soul with beauty divine may
Grace my living moments with the purest
Light proves far beyond my wildest dreams.
How do I love thee?
My yearnings fail to vocalize.
My thoughts are but stars–beautiful stars–
I cannot fathom into constellations.
O beauteous light, the world knows few as bright,
Fewer yet so deserving of such affections.
It is only so cruel a world–devised of imperfections–
That I find no solace–sadly, I find no happenstance
Within your blessed beams.
Bitterly, I concur that my darkness
Is but a malady with no cure.
The RoadWalking a cobblestone path in the fields of gray,The Road8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
someone once told me that this is the way–
the course I must take, the road that is right,
the path I must travel to see futures bright.
But something is wrong here–it looms in the air–
fears that surround me and sounds of despair,
Dreams made of darkness I dare not share.
This long lonely path, this sea of gray,
and feelings unkind I'd ease wish away:
a course I was brought to, said to be right,
which crafted a story I'd rather rewrite;
Perhaps it's time from this path I take flight:
Return to the start... to dawn a new day...
to walk my own path and find my own way.
Almost ShortcutI woke to a day that fought itself,Almost Shortcut8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
the kind that declares itself like a king
before he's beheaded. A day that,
although bright, held a certain air
of chill–like the shift in the winds
before a storm. I ignored the signs.
After all, if everyone listened to the
voices that scream in their heads,
everyone would be locked up and
the point moot. This was a mistake.
For when a gray cloud was spotted
on the horizon, I shrugged and followed
the path I'd meant to take–Nothing could
happen to me, right? Of course not!
Nothing happens to the good ones–
not the young ones! Of course, I was
wrong, for when I pulled out onto that
road I met with a figure at a fork in the road.
Black cloak, hidden face, smooth voice–
a regular casanova, he sauntered towards my path
but remained on his. He called out to me, beckoned
me to him, to follow his path for it was "my time to
go." I briefly considered his offer–more a fleeting
thought. Nevertheless, He reached out to grab me