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The FallingThe FallingThe Falling1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon malodorous rapture of orphaned darkness,
eternal melancholy becomes twisted and hollow
In the severed reflections of sanguine shadows,
we will drown in ruby tears of pain and sorrow
Whispers of odium seep gently into my dreams...
The Raven lingers in solemn clouds dark as coal
My blood surges like a chorus of bitter requiem
And my lips — the anathema of your dying soul
Dark lust hums like a cold tide of weeping voices
Perfumed in ash & bone, hallucinations imbue —
Blood soaked robes hang from my slender bride,
shimmering like scarlet threads under ebon skies
After sable petals fall upon my beloved's gra
Listen To The WhisperListen To The Whisper Of The Eternal WindListen To The Whisper7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As It Gently Touches Your Ear;
Guiding You Through The Forest Of Life
Your Friend; Your Companion; Your Seer.
Listen To The Whisper Of Verdant Leaves
Adorning The Sentinels Of Earth;
Silently Watching The Passing Of Time
Its Beauty The Blessing Of Birth.
Listen To The Whisper Within The Heart
Where Soft Emotions Caress Its Beat;
Let Its Wisdom Flow Right Over Your Soul
And Dormant Love It Will Entreat.
Listen To The Whisper, All Three Of Them
Embrace And Entwine Deep Within;
And When They Merge Within Your Soul
A New Pathway You Will Begin
Pick up the swordA drop of sweat rolls down, in the hot burning sunPick up the sword1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Today marks the day, the war has begun
I pick up my sword, and prepare for the war
See villains prepare, in the distance afar
The time has come, get into your gear
Fight as the warcry of battle appears
Pick up the sword, raise it high to the sky
Pick up the sword, strike and make their blood fly
Pick up the sword, torture, kill, make them cry
Pick up the sword, and in the end they shall die
They are drawing nearer, let's start off the fight
Show them no fear, clash with all your might
Strengthen your courage, strike like a thunderstorm
Enemy in range, surrounding like a swarm
Se
The Four Elements of NatureThe Four Elements of Nature8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never deal careless with the elements,
Treat them with respect,
Because they are powerful and otherwise can easily get out of control.
Here is to apply as well: Respect, attention, carefulness and conscious way how to deal with fire, water, air and earth And the creatures who will bring those energies to humanity!
According to an old tradition the air is the breath of life, the water is the potion of life, the fire is the warmth of life and The earth is the food of all life.
What would we be without them?
When we listen to our heart and look into our inner selves,
Then we will find the truth there –
We only have to trust ourse
Dream of an ElfDream of an Elf8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
There, where the moon shines on the moss,
Where everything radiates in silver and gold,
Where elves and fairies walk hand in hand -
There is my home.
Where the air smells of trees
And where the greatest secret of my heart lies
Is the place I feel like home.
There, where everyone believes in the good
And where inner values still count.
Where all beings are accepted -
There is in the dark light of the night
The bright moon with magical force and soft shine.
Under the protection of the breathing power of the woods
The forest grants me tranquility and deep spiritual peace.
In the origin of my existence I experience
The connection o
Deeply rooted in Mother EarthDeeply rooted in Mother Earth10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like with thousand fine roots,
Each tree throngs to the depth
Like Mother Earth presented it
With sweet juices of life.
As it is deeply anchored in Her,
Rises to the light,
Under blossoms, under fruits,
Thankful shines and happily lives.
So you gave me power and blossoms,
Gave me fruits. So you are
My little Mother Earth,
I am deeply rooted in you!
Phoenix from the AshesPhoenix can be a lot. First of all, in ancient times he was used as a sign or omen in many cultures and countries, e.g. Greece, Egypt, Ancient Rome, China, Theban, the Hebrews, Mexico, the Orient and as well in Christianity. For some of them the Phoenix even was a god.Phoenix from the Ashes8 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The Phoenix is a symbol of immortality and of resurrection. The origin of its name comes from a Greek word which refers to the coulour of fire: red. According to legend, the Phoenix died and resuscitated in the purifying fire.
According to the belief of different countries the Phoenix shows the appearance of different birds. In Greek and Egpytian mythology it was a heron. In
Eternal WoodEternal Wood8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
In your halls dwells peace.
With your incessant rustle
You still the longing of my heart.
In silent devotion, the mouth must
Fail there miserably.
Only bird-singing has here the right
To beat the time.
Each tree loves its neighbour,
Together they carry the weight.
Caress each other tenderly with the branches,
Hugs themselves when they like.
For how many animals do you offer
A safe habitat?
For how many flowers do you care
Which trust blindly your protection?
Eternal wood with thousands of tree-tops,
Mother Earth may preserve you.
At all times and forever
You should develop yourself
In The Life of a CatMoved...[ link ]In The Life of a Cat8 months ago in Scraps More Like This
SurrealitySurreality1 week ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
whirly, twirly,swirly clouds
in a liquid sky
mother says be careful dear
have some tulip pie
mongrols, thieves, and vagrants dream
life beyond the sun
daddy says he's coming home
war was so much fun
cats and dogs and lizard things
raining all around
grandma flying toward the moon
won't stay on the ground
truthful lies and purple eyes
chaos at the door
people crying, pigs with wings
search for evermore
comets crashing people flee
rivers turn blood red
candy canes and chocolate drops
everyone is dead
dreams and scapes and vision quests
reality a blur
am I sleeping or awake
wish I could be sure
This is LifeA thousand milesThis is Life11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Filled with trials
A thousand lies
With a guise
Riddled with strife
This is life
God's called another angelYou were sick and tiredGod's called another angel6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
none of us we knew,
God had pulled the reins in
Calling home for you.
My mother and yourself
You fought so hard and long
Now that your struggles over
My mother will carry on.
I know she feels defeated
this cancer its hard to beat.
Your memory lies with her always
In every stride as she aims to defeat.
Eyes of TimeSmiles brought upon my lips,Eyes of Time8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
at the mere thought of you.
Tears well up in my eyes,
as you make my heart flutter.
One time, after the other,
you never cease to amaze.
Your soul is a remedy
to this sadness of mine.
At every word you speak,
a light will shine on my mind.
Though far apart, so dear to me.
You alone keep me sane.
So I beg of you, to never leave,
to stay by my side as I by yours.
Forever together we will blossom,
as seen through the eyes of time.
Colorless DeathHer world is teeming with black and white shadesColorless Death8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Colors seeming to be absent
All emotion is void and locked away
The chains are callous with a texture that is metallic and iced
She has a vacant feeling in a hole within her chilled, dainty chest
Where this hollow hole is, should that be a heart?
The only indication of any emotion that hasn't been stowed away, is her tears,
She cries alone
She begs for her life to end
Or at least for a new beginning
Her tears run down her subtle face
They fall, dripping from her eyes to imitate minuscule waterfalls,
And they cascade into many streams
Dripping
Dripping
A
The taste of blood."Tell me. Those voices. What do they do?"The taste of blood.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"They ... they talk."
"What do they talk about?"
"...Orders."
"They give you orders?"
"...Yes."
"What kind of orders?"
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Taste my blood,
crimson tears flowing in caverns of a hollow body.
Taste my blood,
liquid chains squeezing my achromatic lungs.
Taste my blood.
Taste my cries,
water that comes out as a bit too salty.
Taste my cries,
fake venom from snakes' tongues.
Taste my cries.
Taste my skin,
layer peeling off a plastic doll.
Taste my skin,
broken patterns of an ivy.
Taste my skin.
Taste my eyes,
I do not
Monologue of a traveller.Monologue of a traveller.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A shadow lingered on the shattered walls,
swaying in the light of the crescent.
He claimed to having answered destiny's calls,
so he gave life to places long quiescent.
But gods had been merciless to his young age;
throughout the traveller's endless route
they had made apparent their growing rage;
hidden dangers appeared from the bruit.
He held onto sanity's smallest grain
fingers slipping through invisible ropes.
Broken symbols are all that remain
after the illusion of cruely stolen hopes.
His conscious is now much too frail,
and his words are now much too sinuous.
His impregnable diligence to no avail,
and his frenzied monol
Glacier EyesThe stars keep falling from your hairGlacier Eyes8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In a rain of wayward fire
Burning as they touch my hand
Whispering "doom" into my ears
But not even a funeral pyre
Could melt the glaciers in your eyes
My every word passes like sand
And all you give is despair
You tell truth in perfect lies
And awaken subtly my fears
And every lovely of your sighs
Brings back my velvet tears
memoriesOur secret kisses in the moonlight,memories8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feeling of happiness just by being st your side,
The long walks thru town st night,
The promises to always strive and solve any fights.
These happy times haunt my heart,
The memories of our promise to never part,
I wish they flourished instead of becoming what they are.
The tears we shed when you had to leave,
The promise to be mine, and return for me,
the smile i had for only you to see,
The happy future i still hope and wish could be.
Is there some part of you that holds to these memories,
A small part that cried when i would beg "please"
A part that regrets all those broken promises,
those lies,
On the Sea Beneath the SkyGolden flickers danced on the pale faces of the circle, hushed whispers wafting out from the gathering by the glowing coals. It was the third night of the coming-of-age, the no-longer-little ones from each of the surrounding tribes taken out together in the openness of the untamed world. There were a few in the group that stood out, discernible even in the thick coverings of the night. There was Jiu-yeil, son of the carpenters, impressive form already bulging with strength and muscle more fitting of a man twice his size. The brothers, Senniare and Elieten of cloth-maker, sat donned in simple but the finest of all their travelling robes. And vOn the Sea Beneath the Sky9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Birth of a New LightThe days are cold, the nights grow dark.The Birth of a New Light5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The garden has now turned grey.
The icy chill is freezing lake as well as bark.
The first snow has fallen earlier today.
The days are grey, the nights are long.
The garden has now turned white.
But from afar I hear a song
And see a wonderous light.
Up in the winter's dark night-skies
I see a bright new shining star
And in the air a great song lies.
The light seems not so far.
The night - it is the Christmas night -
It has come round now at last.
It turns all the darkness bright.
It gives the world a joyous sight.
It strikes for me a newborn light,
Embraces me with all its might
Before
Winter Moon in the ForestDeeply imprisoned in white frost,Winter Moon in the Forest6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The winter forest lies covered with snow,
Tells of long gone times,
Lapsed into the distances of the forests.
The wind sings silently past melodies,
Sensible while fading away,
When I listen in the silence
And see through the cold.
White flakes are driven by the wind.
Trembling leaves are blown with snow dust.
And some kind of sadness
Is weeping crystals here and there.
And a chill lies in the air.
A snow that once was a bud
Is falling on Earth's soil.
In the bright shine of the full moon night
Filigree trees clad in black form
A lane along the edge of the forest,
Dream themselves into the s
BlindBlindBlind8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The colors themselves though they may try to disguise,
form a beautiful picture from the rainbow inside.
Although the colors confuse and the shades run and hide,
I'll show you each shade and I'll stay your guide.
It sounds like a melody the pen on paper,
I'll be quick to step in should your hands ever waver.
At times it's a whisper gently coaching each color,
but together were something each color a wonder.
Color, tastes like skittles,
it's not the shade outside,
but the flavor in the middle
The shades feel like petals between calloused fingers,
Soft and velvety as rough hands guide their shapes.
Tiny drops of paint are
Entreaties to NatureEntreaties to Nature8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gave us the sun for our time
And we know that when it will sink forever
Also each life on this planet will be extinguished.
In vain were all hopes, plans
And their fulfilments.
Let our hearts love and not hate,
Let our hands do good whenever it is needed
So that they help and do not kill.
Let our transitory and often hard lifes
Find faith and support with your powers.
With that we put up resistance to
Injuries and afflictions and do not let us
Deviate from our good intentions.
When our lips express our thoughts
Let them always form words of truth and of good will.
And that nobody is harmed in his dignity and reputation
By
A Magic Night of Sorrow and HopeA Magic Night of Sorrow and Hope9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel that something in the wood is other than usual.
There is a happy mood that is mysterious at the same time.
The senses are sharpened.
Like from afar I mean to hear the music of elves.
The songs they are singing are merry and joyous.
Songs that echo through the night that will not become dark.
Songs, penetrating deep into my soul.
That let me forget this world and make me dreaming.
But beyond all high mountains, under oaks and beeches dense.
There, where the moss has a sappy green and
The light breaks through the foliage,
Lies a pool deeply hidden, legendary and mythical,
Carries a whispering secret, conceals its power in the
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