PoemsA poem is something,Poems9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not everyone can write,
A poem can make,
Long and restless nights,
A poem can be,
Anything you feel,
A poem is also,
Something you can steal,
A poem is personal,
From the start to the end,
A poem is one time,
No one can pretend.
Because when you write one,
It may be filled with doubt,
A poems a good thing,
Because its my way out.
Forging A HeartIn misery and pain I cannot live any longer,Forging A Heart3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Alas, my love for her gets stronger and stronger,
My heart with feelings agreed to comply,
That is why I believe in this lie!
I am not insane, I can understand,
To win her not a single chance I stand,
With every odd against me I continue to fight,
But time came to do what is right!
A new heart I decided to forge,
To save myself from her scourge,
To forget about her at last,
To leave her in my worthless past!
I melted the iron and turned it to steel,
I did not want anything to feel.
I added silver and gold,
To make my new heart icy cold!
When my mission was finally complete,
Time came to stop my old heart’s beat,
I ripped it out, threw it away,
And changed it to my own creation,
Alas, it perished in front of her face,
It could not stand her blinding grace!
No matter what I do, no matter where I go,
I never forget her blue eyes’ glow,
For her I am ready all my wealth of a cliff to throw,
I hate love poemsI hate love poems.I hate love poems11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am sick to death with,
"How soft are his lips",
"The curve of her hips",
I don't want to hear about these fallacies you build up in your head,
And write in your little black book to show your friends,
Pretending you're some great poet.
The world is filled with billions of topics, and yet,
Nine times out of ten,
Amateurs, with their books of words
And rhyming dictionaries,
Chose to write about an emotion, a fear of loneliness.
"Her golden hair",
"His chocolate stare",
I can't take it anymore.
One at a time, you march onto stage, and squint in the glaring spotlight
As you smile at the faceless, dark audience
And pour out your thoughts on love
With bad rhyming and questionable syncopation.
Poem after poem after poem
"I feel his hands upon my neck",
"When you're gone I am a wreck",
And I sit there, on that itchy green sofa and wish
With every single bone in my body,
Going past the bones and wishing with every inch of myself,
That I was anywhere but here.
What Makes You Beautiful...What Makes You BeautifulWhat Makes You Beautiful...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(My thank you letter to Nude Models)
What makes you beautiful is not the nakedness of your form or the suggestiveness of your pose.
It is not how close the lens zooms to the most prized and priceless areas of your anatomy.
It is not the illusion of whatever suggestion is conveyed by your expression and the ambiance of your setting,
Nor is it the way the light falls across your frame to cast a symphony of shadows and highlights which seem to play in perfect harmony.
Though all of these things have their place in the art you create
What makes you beautiful is something far more innate
It is your knowledge of self and freedom to express
It is the way you make confidence seem natural and effortless
It is the vulnerability you are not afraid to show
It is the union of your mind, body, spirit and soul
It is how your image transcends the lust of undeveloped minds
And portrays the elegance of a form ordained before time
What makes you beautiful is something much deeper
How to Insult PoeticallyOnce I happened upon a callow young lass,How to Insult Poetically2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who apparently thought that it was cool to be crass.
And she turned her tongue upon the profession of writing;
Apparently she felt that it was in need of a smiting.
Though her raving and ranting made very little sense,
She seemed to be taking a rather harsh stance.
Apparently her pain was too great to be understood,
Far beyond the comprehension of this man from the hood.
So I stood there in swagger, clad in my bling.
While she behaved like 'Moon-Moon', in search of a thing.
She spouted some nonsense, some far fetched line,
About never idolizing the keen writer's mind...
If that is the case, then why ape my technique?
Why submit to several galleries; is your brain on the leak?
You are writing to be seen; you seek attention as I do,
What are we if not performers, is that not true?
Did you believe that you could use your past as a shield?
It counts, I'm afraid, for nothing, I feel;
For you see, I'm a killer, as bold a
The Gay AgendaThe Gay AgendaThe Gay Agenda3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we unpacked the car in hundred-and-ten degree heat
home after our three-months, big-haul supermarket run
stared at the late season watermelon
we grabbed on an impulse
I got the cutting board and a bowl for rinds
you got the never-dull, wedding-gift ceramic knife
we tore into our pieces at the same time
swamping desert thirst in southern fruit
pretending we were comfortably cool
believing it during each bite
I opened a new paper towel roll (we had been out)
you gave me the next slice, cut yourself another
we ate the whole damn thing in one sitting, not talking
just munching one icy wedge after another
until I mumbled a joke you made me repeat
(had to slurp-swallow to do it)
I said, “I said, I think this makes us—”
you, with a fresh juice smile, finished: “—a couple of fruits.”
We Will Never BeI met you on August 18th of 2008.We Will Never Be3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I remember how hot it was in the classroom
That day and how your eyes widened with confusion
As I sat down next to you.
I will never forget those eyes.
You loved Mondays and dreaded Fridays.
I thought you were crazy and you told
Me that the only reason was so you
Could see me in school.
I still thought you were crazy.
We would do our math assignments on the
Playground and talk about our lives.
We were so different, but you always
Insisted that we were absolutely perfect.
I wish I would have known how right you were.
I miss you so much that I can't sleep.
But I have to keep moving because you
Promised me that we would be again, remember?
You held my hand for a second too long and
Told me that you would see me tomorrow.
And I believed you because your eyes had that same
Warm look in them that you always got when
You would tell me something important.
I've seen you three times since then, and we
Have walked away from each other
NoNo, I am not okayNo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I will not be okay
Nothing you can say
Will make this pain go away
No, I am not fine
No, I will not be fine
Maybe this is all just a sign
That for him I should not pine
No, I am not all right
No, I will not be all right
I cannot sleep at night
For my regrets are in my mind's sight
Yes, this will take time
Yes, lots of time
All I want is one last stime
To convince myself he's not slime
FaithFaith4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the faith of a child
complete trust in purest form
has no boundaries
La DespedidaLa Despedida10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Eh escuchado el canto de los Ángeles en el mar
cerca de mi ventana en las noches
y puedo decir que no encontrare mirada igual
ni encanto semejante,
porque me he perdido en el rumbo misterioso
de su cabello al caminar
en las formas de su manos
a la hora de matar,
ahora me encuentro solo sin poder discutir
sobre las cosas infames de este mundo
y es que no sea malo
por eso no podré hallarte en el fin del mundo,
ahí donde la gente como yo va a caer
cuando tu ya estas mas cerca del cielo de lo que jamás estaré,
siempre creí que mi misión era encontrarte y salvarte
me encontré con que tu no necesitabas caballero
podías volar sola
y resulta que tu me rescataste
sin saberlo siquiera
lo eres todo para mi
y no puedo amarte
mas de lo que mi cuerpo ama
y mi corazón exclama
me resisto a seguir con el encuentro que dolerá,
porque no tengo solución
me quedare aquí esperando y mirando como t
PleaseI want you to love mePlease4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little like I love you.
Like lovers kissing
For the first time that
It sets the world on fire.
And I plan to burn down
With it because I keep failing
To realize that I'm more than
Just a body for you to touch,
A body for you to hold.
You arms around my ribs
Makes me feel so fragile,
But so safe that I could not
Possibly break while you
And I can feel you hand slipping
From mine even though I beg
You to stay because I hate
The word goodbye and how
You look as you walk away.
I want you to remember me
When you arrive.
And I want you to remember me
When you leave me behind.
belladonna.The walls were thick and spongy;belladonna.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Absorbing all her thoughts and memories.
She was never apart from her colourful socks.
Her voice; a sharpshooter aiming to assassinate;
Reverberated deeply through the infrastructure.
She thought thrillers could only be watched at night.
Daring as they come, the virus was contagious.
Her smile was toxic- a pool of perspective.
She loved listening to silence.
Multitudes of aspirations; hers; dripping through me.
An invasion of the mind and body- her venomous vows.
There was never anything she couldn't do.
She grew in me like a cancer; a mutated mirror.
I was her bane and her Achilles heel.
She speaks in confidence; letters already burnt.
Nothing was more infectious than her eyes-
A bright and suggestive jade.
She wore her heart corseted to her chest.
Her posture wrote a poem; seductive and sorrowful;
Those legs were drugs to feed an addiction of lust.
She dressed in the style of romantic tragedy.
Her lips were always the colour of deadly nightshade.
Nuit nordiqueNuit nordique4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
La nuit est faite d'aurores
et de miettes de pain
Get over it...Imagine you met someone, in person or online, and they told you they had bone cancer or some other grievous cancer. They explain that they are seeing doctors and treatment is being given, be it chemo or other means. Yet, the cancer still affects them. Would you ever tell them to get over it, to stop whining and move on? Of course not- there condition is not due to their own actions or lack thereof. The same should hold true when dealing with someone who suffers clinical depression- as it is not something one can just decide to get over, like a sore throat or a headache. Clinical depression is often caused by a chemical imbalance. Yes, medicines can help to balance out the chemicals, but it is not a cure like a miracle. I have experienced, first hand and from others that many people deride those who suffer from Clinical Depression and tell them to get over it...stop for a second and consider what you are insinuating of the person: You are implying that they have the power to not be sad,Get over it...4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Dance with the DevilStep into the circleDance with the Devil3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and dance with the Devil
in the song that never ends.
Let him take your pain away,
think of nothing more than this moment
Come dance with him in the circle
and forget all your troubles
they won't matter anymore.
He just asks for that simple price
I'm sure that you already know.
Come dance with the devil darling
he'll take all your woes away.
Swing in the circle
to the beat that never ends.
Once you take that step
and enter the dance with the Devil
you'll never leave it again.
Sell your soul
and dance that eternal dance
Dance with the Devil
to music's soft embrace.
Sing along with the song that never ends
and just give your soul away.
Nothing shall matter anymore
as you dance with the Devil tonight.