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Annihilation Of A SoulIt's a terror to behold,Annihilation Of A Soul1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The annihilation of a simple soul.
How could you be so cold?
All your finite fury is foul,
Poisoning the wisdom of the world.
It's a horror to witness,
The obliteration of a lovely life.
How could you think so less?
All your sacrosanct sin is strife,
Embellishing the mood into a mess.
It's a sorrow to react,
The devastation of a mortal mind.
How could you break this pact?
All your unceremonious umbrage is unkind,
Corrupting the atmosphere of an act.
The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,The Hardest Word1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not the hardest word.
My honesty is all but broken,
And I look away with eyes so blue,
I cannot say with these tears I cry.
To say sorry,
It's not the hardest word.
My ignorance only leaves you shattered,
And I know in my heart so black,
I should apologise but I'd rather fly.
To say no,
It's not the hardest word.
My addiction drives you insane,
And I feel that my ears bleed so red,
As I struggle to answer your one question: why?
Dancing DragonsDancing dragons in the air,Dancing Dragons1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flying high with fluid flair.
Captured onto a celestial canvas,
Elegant eyes sketching with a beautiful brush,
As they dive down into a reckless rush.
Soaring serpents in the wind,
Twisting around with kinetic kind.
Imprisoned onto a pure photograph,
Graceful gazes painting with a sincere snap,
As they lie low to take a nuanced nap.
Wandering wyverns in the skies,
Swimming fast with cherubic cries.
Engraved onto a fantastical frame,
Dexterous digits carving with a seraphic skill,
As they swiftly swerve by their wondrous will.
Howling hydras in the zephyr,
Cruising free with winter weather.
Trapped
MelancholiaHere on this vacant shore I sleep,Melancholia1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under the waning glow I start to weep,
With calm eyes trickling woeful tears.
To pass by many aching years,
Of a miserable life so alone.
By those melancholic waves I walk,
Filled with cold depression I fail to talk,
As innocent words stale in morbid breath,
To wish for a majestic longing death,
Of a dire mortality on loan.
Yet all those nostalgic sights I see,
Blinding me with sour memories I try to flee,
In a mania of ritualistic pessimism,
To bleed in that ocean of dour optimism,
Of a disturbed future I know.
Escape From RealitySometimes when I close my eyes,Escape From Reality1 year 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
Elements Of NaturePeople can no longer cover their eyes,Elements Of Nature1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the whips of lightning flash,
In the hemisphere of stormy skies.
But what is the reason for the rain,
To wash away the woe and the pain?
People can no longer turn their backs,
As the cries of thunder smash,
On the surface of torrential tracks.
But what is the reason for the wind,
That listens to lies and turns you blind?
People can no longer hide their graces,
As the howls of raindrops lash,
By the mirror of flooded faces.
But what is the reason for the hail,
It can only maim the voices that fail?
Inner HellPeople will never understand my inner hell,Inner Hell1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For every dark morning breath I draw,
Only forces me to combat the urge to yell.
My hatred of this impassive existence is raw,
Never feeling alive as those who survive.
People can never evaluate my inner hell,
For every cold twilight kiss I crave,
Truly siphons my mortality trapped in a shell.
My distaste of this eternal ignorance is brave,
Forever yielding rage for those who enrage.
People may never sense my inner hell,
For every intense dawn sun I fear,
Really denies my eyes to remember well.
My loathing of this internal episode is clear,
Ever consuming horror in a field full of terr
FragileHow could something so fragile,Fragile1 year 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.
Everlasting LoveEverlasting Love.Everlasting Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two wrinkled hands intertwined with one another.
Their frail legs moving at a notably slow pace.
They always come in to the store every Sunday morning.
Buying their weekly packets of bird nuts and wild berries.
The elderly man always gives me a subtle wink whenever he sees me.
Comments on the amount of female partners I should be courting.
While the elderly women casts an innocent smile.
Ignoring her husbands repeated jokes and tugs him out the store.
The next week the elderly man is pushing his wife about the store.
His arms straining from the weight of the wheel chair.
He holds up two variations of bird berries
If This Be My LastIf this be my last,If This Be My Last1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd better scar the sordid skin,
With a blade cut flourishing fast.
I might not know where to begin,
But I'll end this loathsome life of sin.
If this be my last,
I'd better bruise the bloody bone,
With a hammer blow anguishing aghast.
I never believed this could happen,
But now here I stand with a knife sharpened.
If this be my last,
I'd better tear out the traumatic tendons,
With a scythe flash punishing past.
I could suffer so much internal pain,
But I'll always have these umbra urges again.
A Bad PersonAm I a bad person,A Bad Person1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just because you don't like me?
I can't help the way I am,
Nor do I need this grievance you see,
Though the friendship can never be born.
Am I a bad person,
Just because you hate my smile?
It's not a statement of self,
Honestly I find myself to be vile,
But you don't need to send me into oblivion.
Am I bad person,
Just because I act the way I like?
I'm sorry if I'm such a git,
I didn't mean to generate this psych,
Yet your judgement has passed and you've won.
How Did We Get Here?How did we get here?How Did We Get Here?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I thought I'd knew you so well,
That I could walk into the very pits of hell,
And save you from those demons of charm;
But all I see in your eyes is pure alarm.
How did we get here?
All I knew of love has been taken away,
Corroded down to ridicule of all we could say,
Dismissed by me but cherished by you long before;
Yet not this time when words are sore.
How did we get here?
I cannot decipher the truth from the lies,
Figuring you out while the pain inside cries,
Why do you hate me with a lover's gaze;
Would you plague me forever feigning this craze?
In A Forest DarkGliding in sable forests I stalk,In A Forest Dark1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Upon cracking sticks and velvet soil,
I sail onwards under my fearless walk.
Never knowing how lost I have become,
Grasping arms entrap me in their horrendous home.
Wandering in dark woods I muse,
Along rushing streams and chaotic moss,
I'll be given a simple choice but I will refuse.
To continue onwards to the lair of death,
Weeping stares will consume my beastly breath.
Stumbling in black trees I trek,
Across waiting stones and fragile twigs,
I journey further until I reach a ghostly wreck.
In an oasis of green flourishing in a placid scene,
Studying acutely it's image of an object obscene.
Unicorn!Breathtaking UnicornUnicorn!1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Legendary creature
White as driven snow
Pure heart and spirit
Dwells in fabled land
Where integrity prevails
Momentarily glimpse
Of perfect perfection
Glorious Unicorn.
2012 Delice1941
The Pain WithinLet go of your hate,The Pain Within1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your revenge can wait.
Whoever did you wrong,
Can never know the hurt,
That made you strong.
You know it's a part,
Of you're aching heart.
Whoever broke your smile,
Can never understand the pain,
That turned you vile.
Don't give up on love,
Though you'll feel rough.
Whoever killed your hope,
Can never believe the longing,
That more you cope.
A Soldier's SongGlory waits at heaven's gates,A Soldier's Song1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
After the march to the beats of drums,
In lands faraway, where young men go to play
With their toys, and their knives, and their guns—
They cherish the day that they can stay…
Not knowing, but longing for death to pass,
Huddled together and waiting...
Speaking of glory with words rather crass.
Darkness!Fear the unknownDarkness!1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Stalking silhouette
Unrealistic
Crazy phantom in shadow
Dispelled by morning light.
2012 Delice1941
andI am not quite sure what to say whenand1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
you get too close and I can
feel the words entangle in my
head and getting all clogged
up in my throat and I try to pull
them out of my mouth one by
one but they come out all wrong and
I get my tongue in a tie and my body in
a knot with yours and all these things I
try to say come out in strings and tangle
all around my ankles, and I am tripping
over my own words and falling in a
twist of phrases and sentences between
the sheets of your bed.
Ready To IgniteMy chest feels like a furnace,Ready To Ignite1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my lungs are on fire.
Death is my mind's only desire;
But I will carry on with bitter grace,
Knowing my ashes may leave no trace.
My chest feels like a grenade,
And my heart is about to explode.
Shall I continue down this road?
But now I stop because I am afraid,
That the life I lead may never be saved.
My chest feels like an anvil,
And my ribs feel like lead.
In my palms is black blood that bled,
But I am scared so much my stare is still,
With bleak eyes I accept misery for good or ill.
UndergroundI feel cold creeping hands,Underground1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging me down,
Into the fires of the underground.
All I hear is the screeching sound,
Of heroes wearing funeral frowns.
I feel warm probing fingers,
Across my skin,
And my, how they seem to linger.
I'm petrified of this demonic danger,
Of seraphim pretending to sin
I feel hot sweating palms,
Touching my face,
Brushing across lips as I stay calm.
Now I fear they'll sense my alarm,
Of angels insulting grace.
What Happened...What happened to you,What Happened...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
What happened to me,
Is something no one will ever see.
Don't go and leave me behind,
You'll only drive me blind.
What happened to me,
What happened to you,
Is more than the love of a fool.
Don't leave and go away,
I'll only miss you more each day.
What happened to us,
What happened to them,
Is nothing but an ignorant dream.
Don't run away from the pain,
We'll find bliss: I hope again.
My AmbitionsMy Ambitions.My Ambitions1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
People tell me I have talent.
And my attempts at poetry are noble and valiant.
I want my words to leave a mark on this earth.
I write for myself, to give me some sort of worth.
I still think anyone is capable doing I what I do.
Paint the same or an even better image of the one I just drew.
I've been accepted by a few, but rejected by many.
This life is perpetual and the strain is getting heavy.
I write for you, as well as for me.
I write from my heart, to set my mind free.
A man who writes poetry isn't the epitome of masculinity.
I had to disregard the stereotype and over come the humility.
My writing is all I have
The Innocence Of CharmIn an enchanting vision she gaily dances,The Innocence Of Charm1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Across that suburban starlit street,
Melting eyes of those she meets.
Never did I see so many forlorn glances,
Of fair faces who watched her twirl in a trance.
In a haunting perception she silently tires,
Down that luscious lullaby lane,
Relaxing sighs from her starts to wane,
Never did I see so many guilty sires,
Of serpentine souls who follow her like fire.
In a beautiful dream she merrily weeps,
Upon that gorgeous golden grass,
Loving smiles radiate around that lass,
Never did she see so many innocent creeps,
Of myopic minds who spy on her as she sleeps.
Second ChanceShow me a little faith,Second Chance1 year 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.
Sta.sh
