Audience watches the dazzling sight.
Stage hidden in misty haze,
Actors look about with dramatic gaze.
This incredible zeal,
This love of something so very real.
Still and gasping with the tension,
I play my part and await their reaction.
Before the applause,
The momentary shock of delight is the cause.
Because, you see, acting is an art:
Art, not science it takes talent.
So when people see that side of you
And like what they see and really do
That feeling of fulfillment in your heart,
Knowing that y
I know not whyI know not why the caged bird sings,I know not why8 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
all I can say is that it does–
imprisoned forever, poor thing.
Doomed to repeat its melodies,
with no one around to listen.
Cut off from the world, like disease–
Lonely, terrible existence.
I know not why it softly cries,
Only that it does. Persistence.
When all of its screams have not been
heard, why, dear lord, do you treat it
so? What is this I feel within?
Such a longing to set it free
grows stronger with each solemn note.
This passion burns inside of me!
I know not why the caged bird sings,
all I can say is that it does,
and how it longs to spread its wings.
A Soldier's PrayerI stand amongst the metal shardsA Soldier's Prayer9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that once threatened my life.
The dirt and smoke, so thick it chokes
and cuts through lungs like knives.
The song of shrapnel firing hot
is music to my ears.
For when there is but silence,
that dreaded ringing reappears.
My helmet doesn't fit quite right,
my boots are wearing thin,
but when the call of duty sounds
I'll lead the front line in.
Drop to my knee and say a prayer
sent high on wings of doves.
Soon I will be homeward bound
to family or Heaven above.
Colorful SorrowOrange clouds,Colorful Sorrow9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stone grey life,
Green mist haze,
Full pink lips,
Cold hard mind,
Words so kind
Ties to sever
Time's a blur,
Are you sure?
Blank fear grips
Sad little song
A voice crying
Long thin sighs,
The DancerNo sound do her feet makeThe Dancer9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Nor are her hands empty
As she treads on the polished, springy floor.
Ever her toes and ankles ache,
And her knees hurt already –
They pay the price for her dreams to soar.
She turns the music on,
The piano plays with emotion,
And she becomes like a river's cold, clear water:
Fluidity, her slender arms don,
Her eyes blue as the ocean,
She begins her dance without a single totter.
Limbs begin to move in time,
Feet start their soft thumping,
Her whole body writhes in molten movement,
Her weaving and winding, sublime.
On each crescendo jumping,
And every moment whirling, she embodies lament.
...extra batteries.I want to retrieve...extra batteries.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A scent so familiar
It breathes on its own
In new lungs and comfort.
I want to put a tag on
Something of mine
That's not for sale.
I want to catalogue
The epilogue and read it
To no one.
I want to walk across
The ocean in the
Night fog head lights
With one beam out
I want to car crash
I want Alaskan sunrise
I want the porch moment
Of rustling leaves
I want starry eyed
Addressed to Know one
In antique shards
By no one
In a streaming soft
I want camera stills
Hidden in attics.
I want a sticker gun
PoisonThere’s ice in my blood, in the blue veins,Poison9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and Pain whips its scorching-hot reigns,
yanking and tightening its cruel hold
until my whole body grows very cold…
Licking crimson fire and creeping cobalt ice –
they clasp my limp body in an iron vice
so steel-strong and diamond-hard
that the black cords leave me scarred…
The fire drags me into the deep black,
the ice shows me memories of way back.
Colors dance before my feverish eyes
and images roam with deafening cries…
Voices softly whisper and gently plead,
but I can’t hear that they and their words bleed.
They don’t realize that this mortal dise
Where Are You?Daddy what's wrong with momma?Where Are You?9 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why is she so cold and pale?
The answer caused me trauma
Of a life that has gone stale
Momma died that night
She left us without saying good bye
But its okay, she'll go to heaven right?
She'll be happy and safe, that's no lie
Please say heaven is real
And that paradise awaits her
We be good in life, that's the deal
And heaven waits for sure
All my life I'll pray
That I will meet you there some day
Mirror mirror, you have no relevance at all.Mirror mirror on the wall, I know I'm not the prettiest of them all.Mirror mirror, you have no relevance at all.8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I'm plain and ok for some to see, what do you think about me?
Just be quiet you ugly mess, your a slight that would only depress.
And don't try and fool yourself that you're ok, the only good thing is you keep the mice at bay!
You're so mean and awfully rude! You really put a damper on my mood.
Oh you have feelings and you have moods, oh darling you are terribly screwed, because no one will care for a girl like you, your on your own, oh boo who.
Yes I may not be like everyone else, but sometimes that's for the best. Because following in line is for sheep, and I've
Chocolate ParadoxThinking upon thinking,Chocolate Paradox8 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of words not thought of before,
thinking of what is more
to my life of fake smiles and broken dreams.
God dammit, this can't be me.
Sweet like chocolate cream,
you'll never know I'm not as I seem.
I'm high as a kite in the world of thieves,
kissing knives, trying to find something to believe,
I am free, that's what I want to be,
but I can't see,
see the goals God has set before my path.
Laughter, destruction and wicked wrath.
You'd think after all this crying, I'd need a bath,
and yet I'm squeaky clean.
Covered in grins dipped in sin,
drool down to my chin, choking on the demons within.
After two years of staying sober, I crave it once again,
the slices across my wrists, oh God, what's to begin?
Then again, pain is a reoccurring theme,
I can kiss being sober goodbye,
after all, I really did try, I held it in with shivers and sighs,
"I'm doing fine", man, what a lie.
I'm melting like a snowman in the summer,
what a bummer,
filled with salty tears up to the brim,
SeraphYou say you hope for successSeraph9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know you can achieve it
Use those beautiful wings
I know you have them
And fly towards victory
Don't worry about falling
For I am here for you Seraph
To lift you if you plummet
We the Poets- Veiling LustWe,We the Poets- Veiling Lust10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through fabled fingers spouting metaphoric bliss,
Losing ourselves in their entrapping eyes,
Forgetting who we are,
Forsaken for our words.
For what we think is love, we feel,
But only through our staggered breaths,
And stained innocence.
Beneath the dimming streetlights,
Hiding away in darkness.
A dress code less than strict.
A dance we needn't learn the steps to,
To a song that only we ascribe the lyrics.
Beneath the veil of something more,
The animal stands pacing.
And every touch,
Leaves our hearts racing,
Gracing yearning lips with simple touch,
Lust only co
The RiverThe river is so coldThe River8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It drags me down
Yes the cold river
Far away from any town
The river is so deep
When will I cease to sink?
Yes the deep river
Is darker than ink
The frightening river
It forbids me to take my breath
Yes the deadly river
It sealed my death
Spark o a saulFrae th nicht o auld subversionSpark o a saul9 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A spark o freedums borin,
Ma hairt stabs at ma chest again
Here at last breaks th dawn.
Wha shud tell me how tae live?
Or tae think or feel?
In the nicht ah wis blintit
Tae the essence o ma saul.
Cruel chatter frae the shaddows
'Nae ye cannae' they noo call
'Yer tae wee tae staund yersel
Try and ye will fall.'
'They willnae tak ye if ye try
The wurld is coors an caud,
Stay wi whit ye ken ye bairn
Dae whit ye are tolt.'
Whell ah ken the wurlds nae perfit
Thou wud be brichter wi me there,
Ma strength will lead me through haird times
Nae matter how fate fairs.
Nae langer wull ah harken
Maybe.Maybe I should stop looking for the pot of gold, and just enjoy the rainbow.Maybe.9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
WriterWords are limited.Writer6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My brain lifts up,
Goes out in my head.
With my paper and pen,
How beautiful will it come out?
My eyes are shutting,
But stories keep on going.
I can't miss the moment or else,
Regrets will eat me whole.
No doubt comes along
I follow this
Heart filled passion
With creativity coated mind,
The two become one.
A perfect combination
creates a masterpiece.
And no space for priorities.
Head can't be controlled.
I just write and write.
The next thing I knew,
I'm already insane.
Revolution for the UnbornThis is for my unborn childRevolution for the Unborn7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The liitle monster inside me.
The bundle of joy
A stork will bring to me many years from now.
This is for my angel.
And I am writing this for you because it is never to early
I know you are just a thought.
But I can honestly say, I already love you.
I love you like my mother loves my sister.
Like bestfriends love each other.
Like a married couple loves one another.
Because if there is one thing I have learned
It is that everyone deserves love.
Everyone needs rainy days
to feel the warmth of a hug.
Everyone needs the exhaustion
To be sung to sleep.
Everyone needs the tender care
Of a pe
Doctor Who PoemWhen the Doctor says "Run",Doctor Who Poem8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the Doctor says "Jump",
When the Doctor says "Don't blink",
You don't blink.
When the Doctor says "Hello",
Be prepared for goodbye.
But when the Doctor says "Come along",
You follow that raggedy man,
Because that's where you belong.
Old or New, Borrowed or Blue?That which is old or new,Old or New, Borrowed or Blue?7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Borrowed or blue?
Blue would be obvious, you'd say.
A colour, hidden in plain sight.
But, I would argue, also a feeling, an emotion,
Rather a hidden colour than in my eyes.
Alright then, you'd say, borrowed is clear enough,
A possession of someone carried by another.
Ah, but yes, I'd argue - physical or ideological?
For our ideas and emotions are not necessarily our own, but are collected over time, from one another.
Fine, you'd mutter. How to argue about old?
Ageless or timeless, handed through the passage of life.
I'd laugh, then argue (of course, you'd say)
By that r
DreadFear perhaps most the pulsing cries of funeral bells in the distance,Dread9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Though there are worse things than death.
I have watched the mouse face the cat,
Watched it make final stand
Watched also the student who sits alone in the corner,
Watched silent, the way that a man's eyes shift side to side as he considers options,
Plots routes of escape and waits for his Lady to arrive in the flaming airs
Perhaps death is not the worst of things, the grinding of clockwork
To a halt, the way the breath stills.
I wonder if the sudden darkness would not be for the fox facing the hounds
A boon, the struggle edited,
Puppet Bloodthey're holding all the strings,Puppet Blood9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
sticking pins in a puppet that looks like you.
they're making you dance the way they want you to,
and you fall when they cut you down.
are we marionettes or voodoo dolls or both?
they're hanging us by our fabric throats,
we're swinging on needle and thread, needles in our canvas skin.
we dance the way they want us to dance,
and we bleed when they stick the meathooks in.
they're crushing us into the floor again,
maybe they'll leave us alone if we don't try to stand.
i'm not running.
i'm trying to catch my breath.
A Moment Too LateSilent tears roll down her face.A Moment Too Late2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's falling apart.
She can't help but break.
It's ripping her heart.
No one's there to help her.
No one's there to see.
No one's there to notice the scars.
No one's there to watch her bleed.
No one tries to find her.
No one seems to care.
No one seems to listen
Even when she's just right there.
So to all the people who stood there,
And watched as she fell apart.
She wants you to know you left her
With a million tears, a thousand scars,
And a very broken heart.
It's too late to find her.
It's too late to hear.
Open your eyes and realize
She's just disappeared.
I'm Sorry...But I Must Let GoThe child of my past...I'm Sorry...But I Must Let Go8 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Tries to holds my hand.
He's all alone, suffering from the former pain.
But I swallow my guilt and tell him no.
I have to move on.
I cannot...bear to gaze into the pain of darkness anymore.
I am not strong enough to take us both into the light, one of us will have to stay behind.
When I am strong and wise enough.
I will return for you.
Take your hand.
Tell you everything's okay.
And show you the way.
So...until then...I'm sorry...but I must let go.
Nothing But A Radioactive ScarScreamingNothing But A Radioactive Scar7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
night trapped on the inside.
Then ring the bell.