Winged Unknown Becomes KnownWinged Unknown Becomes Known3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You catch her off guard
Deep in the woods
And mildly surprised.
A seductive woman
Stands before you
Her winged glory
Enhanced by the moon.
She is not afraid
You thought she would be
But she is powerful
Cloaked in mystery.
You were disgusted by her existence
She is not human
But she confuses you heart
You reach out for her.
Magic sparks whiz to you
Unable to touch the winged one
For you plotted her demise
You fall to the ground.
Darkness - eyes closed
Soft lips brush yours
She lays with you
To look at stars of magic.
You've fallen in love
With the winged woman
Whose demise you plotted
When you did not know her.
Astrid Is Amazing The EndAstrid Is Amazing The End3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Astrid on the Isle of Berk,
Slew dragons for her kin,
Till Hiccup was a giant jerk,
Recalcitrant he'd been.
In practice she would give her all,
Dedicate her heart and soul.
Instead coy Hiccup - Thor, his gall! -
Slacked off! Ignored their goal.
Astrid could see the hidden lie,
'Midst Hiccup's sketchy wins.
And so she followed, didn't shy,
Zigged, zagged, followed him in.
In Hiccup's glade she found the truth, that
Never once he'd shared.
Great dragons were more friend, less Tooth,
Then on, BOTH "foes" she spared.
LostThe bells toll above,Lost2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And my feet are hitting the cobbles,
I am scared,
I fear I have done something wrong.
I knew a young one,
He seemed quite odd,
But I knew that I could trust,
But now I may be late.
I never feared,
I questioned as to what I did wrong,
Did I hurt the boy?
I thought I was doing good,
I tended to him as my own,
I gave him sweets and love,
But maybe it wasn't enough.
I don't know what I did,
But he lashed out,
And I ran away,
I have broken my promise.
So I run,
Trying to find this boy,
So that I may save him,
And maybe I can save my heart.
A Crimson RoseA Crimson Rose3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A blood red rose,
why does such a beautiful thing have thorns?
Is it to explain things are never as they seem
or is it just to frustrate you as you try to grab it's stem?
Crimson flows down your finger,
why is something so grotesque so beautiful?
Could it be that there's beauty in the most despicable things
or that simply we, as humans, are meant to find beauty in everything?
The story of-The story of-7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One day she woke up,
got in the shower.
She just stood there and thought,
for hours and hours.
As the water trickled down
her androgynous flat chest,
she thought to herself,
"I need to get Breasts!"
So she went to the store,
and bought a large pair!
She got out the duct tape,
and stuck them on there!
She walked outside,
with a skimpy black dress
Huffed out her front,
and away that she went!
The big men all hooted,
the young boys all stared.
At the silicon bags
she'd taped on right there.
A man called from a limo,
"Hey toots, nick rack!
How'd you like to show it off,
and then get money back?"
She thought about it for a minute,
then decided "okay!"
And that's How we got
Pamela Anderson today!
darwin's revengein the embryo of the citydarwin's revenge3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in their cage
they paint their nails not
that the sun is watching
from his trap door
in the cloud ceiling where
whales can't swim but go
and drop down their weight in rain
not measured in pints
but lives overflowed
in lost archipelagos full
of automatic islands
that catch the eyes like needles
when viewed from further away
than the end of the world
There's Always a ButI could write a million poems.There's Always a But7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But chances are you would never see them.
I could look high and low for you.
But i wont find a trace of you.
I could remember every word you ever spoke to me.
But never hear any more.
I could wait for you.
But nothing would change.
An artistAn artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at a blank paper
Is an artist's worst nightmare.
The artist is the shaper,
Their thoughts somewhere up in the air.
They are searching for inspiration,
Sometimes they are even searching the skies.
It takes a lot of concentration,
But you can always see the passion burning in their eyes.
Being an artist does not always mean you're creative.
It just means that you want to create something,
And never want to give up.
Vampire Fright. Contest entry She was running. Her violet hair whipping behind her. She turned, but she misplaced her footing and she fell. She heard a scream then realized it was her own. She covered her face with her hands in horror.Vampire Fright. Contest entry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Please! I didn't do anything!" She screamed. Tears were welling up in her eyes. The figure approached her and leaned in real close. She could smell the dried blood on his cloak.
"You can't escape me. You will be mine for all eternity." He smiled the most wickedly beautiful smile she had ever seen.
She got lost in his eyes. His blue, blue eyes.....
"CUT! Take five!"
Naruto helped Hinata to her feet as the stage helpers cleared the stage back to scene one.
"Hey you did really good out there," Naruto said put
WaitingWhy aren't you here,Waiting2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You gave no goodbye,
And still you aren't here,
So I sit here alone,
Waiting for your return,
Hoping that it is soon,
Because my heart hurts,
And it is cold,
And I need a friend,
To keep me close.
Sons and Daughters of The RevolutionSons and Daughters of The Revolution3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Hierarchy lost in translation,
laid out before us, but so forgotten.
Lord forgive us our folly,
Such great division,
for reasons many.
To my human eyes,
the scorching history,
wayward amid all anarchy.
Fractions to masses,
to lead and wage war.
The eternal struggle,
to which we are oblivious,
but so highly involved.
Lord forgive me,
as I fear my efforts are in vain.
The End of EvilThe End of Evil4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fears of our world,
Starvation, maladies, war,
All like a group of soldiers
Attacking our world, our home,
Taking the innocent away,
Making their loved ones grieve and despair
As if their hearts were ripped out of their chests.
But, one day, these soldiers,
This burden on our shoulders,
Will be uplifted.
For we will come together as one race,
And will make these fears disappear.
Not only to avenge the innocent,
But to mold a better future for our next generation.
Then, parents will no longer stay up at night,
Worrying about where they will get the food for their family's next meal,
Children will not cry themselves to sleep
Because of being made fun of at school,
And a family member will not need to pray every second of the day,
Hoping their loved one was not killed in the line of duty.
Because, for once,
Each and every one of us will stand,
Hand in hand, side by side,
To stand up for justice, hope, and joy,
And our home will be filled with peace at last.