Sapphire CastlesLavished in celestial streams of rich azure,
her voice weaves thru star-systems with song
Depthless eyes fabled in mystery furnish worlds,
as conquests of time fold into silence...
She is the mystique of the cosmos 'elixir immortale,
embalming the wilderness of dreams
O'er a thousand skies captive in the fever of her ocean;
my breath anchors, where a life-time of souls drown
in brushed whispers of candle flame
Kingdoms of passion unveil in ethereal tides,
as the sun traces her finger tips over my skin
Burning in Pleiadian mythology I reach into vistas
of indigo towards the lips of a Goddess
Unto sapphire castles I sail, adrift in rhythms of euphoria
Evermore I feast in rivers of mysticism;
lucid galaxies undress upon the tip of my tongue
Flame of her kiss Heaven's supernova, where my soul
shall be slain & made into the perfume of eternity
Hues of gold chase the shadows in my veins..
Artisans of destiny paint the odyssey of gossamer winds,
blushing like desert am
A Siren's CallA Siren's Call3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Visions of madness shimmer in silvery skies
Horizons of passion drown in timeless beauty
There is a voice so pure that can melt a Sun,
a fragrance so luring that can reap mortal breath
Once thou hath gazed into the eyes of a Siren,
love befalls in a kiss, upon whispers of death
An endless ocean swirls, ethereal waves bewail
the sound of her cry haunts eons of dreams
In the deepest abyss, my soul shall forever sail
For a thousand years, I drifted in her song
lost in restless fever of wanton seas
Gently I reached towards her long silvery hair;
embroidered in tempest of Love's odyssey
Tears of sapphire jewel oceans deep ...
luminous thoughts seeking the nectar of bliss
Among flesh and shadows, I crave evermore
Lips unveiled, blackness approaches
my destiny entombed by the Siren's lore
When the world turns forever still,
only the sound of her fleeting whispers remain,
like echoes of rain, suspended over the sea
Arthur Crow © 2012
Tides of Earth and SkyTides of Earth and Sky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the ache of soul carried the torch of dreams into the sky
Upon scent of mortal thirst destiny whispered in myriad
rapture of folding tides..
Lo the mythic shore, where I — a phantasm of love bleeds
into the ether of velvet sky & ocean hymn...
Lost in the wine of omni-dreaming, for our passion tis but
the humble audience of eternity
In jeweled horizons the Goddess feasts; her gaze I cannot flee
I have crossed oceans of time & drank the song of worlds
My spirit forever slain in the beauty of her immortal sea
— Arthur Crow © 2012
either wayshe dances like a raindrop,either way3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
collapses on the ground,
and all of her bones shatter,
made from thin, liquid glass,
her voice ripples on the surface
and it screams
the soft syllables pirouetting on your eardrums
her fingertips tapping
can you hear them?
they are cotton balls
being dropped on the asphalt
can you hear them?
(it's the wind carrying her feet across the air)
and she dances like a raindrop.
you can catch her
and she can shatter in your palms.
GossamerPoetry has gossamer wingsGossamer3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And she flies and she flies and she flies.
She spins her nest out of fragments and whims
And parades it through midsummer skies.
And those who would catch her come stealth'ly
Those who'd hold her would hold their own eyes
And those who would know her would gaze at the clouds
Where she flies and she flies and she flies.
Secrets of the DjinnLo the winds howl "Never you roam the mist"Secrets of the Djinn3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wander you far across lands, forest & desert sea
Or dream you deep in a cloudless sky ...
Yet a presence looms & beckons, spirits unseen
For they are the Djinn, silent and ever watching,
embalmed into seasons of mortal blood-flow
And beware, for I shalt not speak of this again,
lest darkness unto thy flesh they quest and sow
Eons adrift in smokeless fire did they slumber...
Befallen to Earth's domain, they undressed fate
The Djinn, ancient dwellers humans would fear
Betwixt worlds they linger, shimmering in fire
Thru parallel dimensions they reach, seducing
dreams and reality, life... You!
Peering eyes thru the veil of time and space;
shape shifters of any form, stalk and hunt
Thoughts & flesh canst not escape their magick
Besieged and shadowed, the human race
til they are sent back to whence they came
And death became a wanton treasure,
where Angels pillage & Demons lust in flame
"You should never have come human"
butterfly kisseshe told me he played tic-tac-toe on his armbutterfly kisses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with a razorblade once
and showed me the scars to prove it
i grazed my fingers over his forearm
marked with faint white lines
that made me scared i would lose him someday
and i thought back to that one time
when he was drunk and i could hear
the urgency in his voice as he stood on a ledge
but all i could feel was his heart beating faster then
when i touched the stories permanently inscribed
in his skin
and his left hand tracing the outline of my jaw
and even the tickle of his eyelashes against my cheek
as we sat in the backseat of his nissan.
Ignore AdviceWrite ten bad poems.Ignore Advice3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Write one hundred
Write and drink.
Keep a notebook with you,
write in public
and make sure that others
know that you are, in fact,
Write a love poem,
then throw it away
because all the good ones
have already been read.
write about the decision
instead of the feeling.
Write one sentence
say to yourself that
this is it, THIS is IT.
and tell yourself that again.
Witching HourEyes entranced in the lustre of eternal nightfall;Witching Hour3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
passion of the Witch broods in forests dark'n wanton
Raven hair black as coal, bathes in winds hallowed
Arcane Moon beckons thirst of tongue
Flamed breath her blood song feasts stars & sky
Magick befalls in shadowy mists of spectral rain
Serpents rise like waves of liquid ivy,
as her soul wallows in the rapture of Winter's pain
O'er Earth and stone, ravenous streams bequest
twilight of dreams and sweet flesh
Enchanted in nocturnal fields, I lust evermore
Like velvet wine, the river ebbs and flows,
unto dark magick of her soul, shall be the lore
Arthur Crow © 2012
Hunting Avalon's MoonBeneath a sky of Kings, mortal life quiveredHunting Avalon's Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Warm rains spilled a fever of unborn dreams;
— like a silent song of golden pollen falling in
timeless reverie, seeding forests arcane
The dawn of enchantment crested ancient lands,
adorning the hunger of shadows and spirits
Long I stood in the flow of primeval rapture...
where unto the hallowed beckoned wild
I slept in the cradle of Nature's magick,
windswept in feasts of tongue & flame
Dreams and dreamers, in haste I did reap
And I thrusted my sword into the sky
Ever night's bequest, the stars shall not die
Thru seasons of fabled rhythms I roamed;
— my soul etched into the mists of time
O'er pastel fields, untamed memories seek
In a circle of Kings, I shimmered in ebon robes
Perfumed eyes gathered like nightingales
And I watched upon gossamer tides —
Merlin caught her gaze resting among
the promise of stars and beloved Moon
"Thou art heavenly clad in velvet starlight"
She fled upon his song & wept in quietude,
SilenceSilence.Silence3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A language that everyone speaks.
But one that we are not able to hear.
A place where emotions and abandonment meet.
Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.
There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach.
An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.
People dish out advice but never practise what they preach.
A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.
A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats.
They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.
Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat
Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.
Lips fused together, unint
GaspThere was noGasp3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she pressed her
lips to his
The Ravens of ValhallaO’er desolate shores wept the fate of immortal flamesThe Ravens of Valhalla3 years 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
How could you?How could you lie to me?How could you?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How could you leave me here like this?
Why was it so important to you, even when you saw it was killing me?
Did he make you do this?
Why do you listen to him more than anyone?
Don't you know how much he clouds your judgment?
When did you first realized I was in pain?
Was it when I screamed or when you saw my blood on your fingers?
What were you thinking while you watched me sobbing,bleeding in the corner?
Did you even care?
Why do you keep calling me?
To say sorry?
That you care?
Is it wrong I still love you?
LuckyA lucky flyLucky3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
skitters and loops
onto your ceiling
where it crawls
spends its last
hour of life,
before a fluorescent
a tiny sunspot
that even you
Mystique of LoveWithin a myriad of jeweled-talons, all has been foretold..Mystique of Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is the odyssey!
In the depths of indigo, ancients forage the silence of stars
Eons spent, mythical shores soak the wine of Legends
~We slept in the embers of creation, among fire & ice,
reborn in the dew of hallowed fields
Streams of silver sparkle like a web cast in a forest of green
Naked whispers linger in soft mists thru realms of Fae, as
moonlight aches in the paint of our dreams....
Unto the beauty of an Elf, I have been slain embroidered
in Passion's immortal feast
Emerald Kingdoms flourished in lucid waves of ambrosia
& the syrup of our kiss became the poetry of the sky
~Prelude of Souls~
Golden wings of an Eagle soared & swallowed the Sun
her prominence forever bound to the wisdom of clouds
Betwixt fountains of light & rain her eyes glistened..
When the gloaming befell she awoke, & the forest reached
towards the ether of fabled constellations .
From the pitch of Night's lair I s
The Girl That Painted the EarthThere was a girlThe Girl That Painted the Earth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That painted the earth.
She tried to capture
Its vast beauty
With a mere thought
The girl drew rolling hills
To be colored with
Her brilliant paints.
A stroke could call
Forests to her canvas
With leaves and footprints
Filled with life
Waiting to be created.
She would paint the greens
Of a forgotten meadow.
She thought of blossoms
Brought back with
And royal purples.
She painted snowy mountains
And deep plateaus.
Her sketches showed
And closed caverns.
But sitting back to watch
Her paintings come to life
She realized something
Now obviously clear.
The girl was lonely.
So she began to draw beings
Living and breathing things
To fill the empty gaps
Of her paintings.
i only asked for the end of the world"i found shadows in the sun again,"i only asked for the end of the world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i looked at her
with a gleam of sarcasm in my eyes,
as she looked down with wind in her hair.
the night looked lovely on her.
the purple of post-nebula progression
it made her eyes look electric blue
though they were a soft green.
"i said, i found shadows on the sun again."
she'd never look up unless
she couldn't breathe and needed
to pull a sigh out of her butterfly winged lungs.
and that bothered me;
- she'd refuse to breathe
only because the air seemed
she'd give up so easily sometimes.
i run out of pretty things to say
but she looks at me expectantly,
hoping i'll find my muse
within the corner of he
My MuseYour voice strays with vagabond chainsMy Muse3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wished away in sweltered layers
And the ants are creeping in a ride away
on sand dunes that dust our eyes shut
as we let ourselves slide down iced mountaintops.
You are like sunshine rays falling off ashtrays,
You are crossing my "t's" in splotched cigarette rust
and dotting my "I's" with ember flicks.
You transpire my bubbled train of brevity
And fuel my fingernail scratches of poetry
On a keyboard; never close enough to you.
AntidoteYellowed wallpaper flowers bloom and peelAntidote3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the steamy interior shade.
The kettle sings a monotone falsetto.
The clouds are made of moths
flying towards the sun.
I can feel your hands asking me
in the way they cradle your porcelain glass.
I could find an answer if you want to know why
but for now,
just look at all this light.
MurderHysterical insanityMurder3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To make a heartbeat race
I smile fake and stroke the cheek
Of slaughter's pretty face
It's murder but it lacks a taste
Of fiery burning wrath
My apathetic heart feels not
The bloody aftermath
So take me hate and take me pain
Don't leave my hand at bay
Please teach me how to feel again
Steal emptiness away
My dirty lies have stained their lips
Where honesty is rare
True loneliness is felt when you've
Forgotten how to care
Why, I can see my future self
An empty body's near
If murder doesn't cure me
My soul will perish here
Stay Dreamingyou are pale in the half-light;Stay Dreaming3 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
all the fire you carry with you in the waking world is doused in the sweetness of your hair across the pillow & your frame insinuating itself in the sheets, in pockets of weight & pools of shadow that say "i am a body", "i am a girl"
(vulnerable yet terrifying)
& in life you are larger than you seem, thunder & lightning inside colored glass. you are cruel-mouthed but soft-eyed, & brittle queen (you would rather break than bend for me), you are all the lovelier for your frail-boned pride.
it is strange how much i see of you when you are not looking back, how i feel as though it is only in moments like these (in not-quite-daylight, in dreaming) that we are truly at peace. for is it not that our natures may be likened to those of sea & sky? were we not born to crash & storm & shriek & boil against one another? (what is the nature of the place where we meet? for i do not believe in the horizon; blue on blue, it can only be an illusion
I LOST A WINDOWI found a window in the rainI LOST A WINDOW3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
but I had to redefine the sky.
I found the answer in a bag
but despondency I had to buy
with the sense I culled from drawn
infinities erased by dawn.
A window, an answer,
the clarity of a cancer.
I found the nightgowned elder May
dabbing garden green with yellow sponge
of dandelions; ailing May's
sacrament of season will expunge
any scraps of monotone
eye time. My time. I should have known
the almanac I wrote would long
not to be the poster of descent,
and would besmear the writer's wrong
scenes of coal-shaped clouds in what was meant
clandestinely to protect
the window I alone detect.
A dasher, a dancer,
a June bug's sick romancer.
I contemplated greenhouse life:
give the sun to me and I will peel
the skin of heat off while it's ripe,
leaving yellow blindness for its reel
to the rhythm of the time
the makers, the breakersif whatthe makers, the breakers3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
from echoes of stars
dischord in mind
of euphonious creation stitching
bone and water, light
together, remnants we,
euphonious of mind,
in dischord birthing harmony,
stars of echoes,
what is imagined