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Love song museA man steps into an open space at dawn, and pauses, reflectingLove song muse7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then, lifting his eyes, he gazes out toward the East
While reaching for a parchment, which he places before him
And waits for an song, unsung, to come from some inner place
Soon, on a gentle breeze, comes the sweet whisper of a woman's wisdom
A soft Northern wind caresses his ear, as she speaks wondrous things
Her words ebb and flow through his mind, mingling with his own
Forming meaning within the inner places, which is then spoken
Words and shapes tumble forth, like a dream realized, onto the parchment
The page is darkened, written, forming the sweetest of love songs
Until, h
Broken DreamsWelcome to my Hall,Broken Dreams1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Hall of Broken Dreams
Unfinished Tapestries far as the hands can see,
Threads slowly unweaving,
Edges furling,
Designs blurring.
Can you feel the Haunted eyes?
The eyes of paintings long ago started,
Staring down a Hall unpainted,
Bleak half finished faces
Wishing to shout their tales of Joy.
The Lavender scents curling
From Flower pots long dead
The smells of sweet memories,
Laughing coldly at me.
But the worst one that I see,
It's a picture,
Once of him and me,
Torn apart,
Ripped into shreds,
Dreams we made won't live again.
So here I stand,
A Broken Marionette,
Welcoming you to my Hall of Broke
Painting flowersDo you remember that field?Painting flowers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The one we'd sit in for hours?
It's dead now,
And so are you.
I haven't come to terms with it yet.
Sure, I can say it,
But it's kinda a joke to me,
Even though I know it shouldn't be.
Do you remember our plan?
In the winter to put fake flowers there?
And watch the passing car,
And joke how confused they'd be.
Well, I'm making a new plan.
I'm planting fake flowers in that field.
All white roses but one,
A single red one hidden among the rest.
I'll write what happen,
And bury it under the red one.
Then, I'll start painting the white roses red.
Every day until I've forgotten what one star
LeavingThe past three years of our livesLeaving2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are most memorable by far
We've all had lots of chances
To shine out and be a star
Some of the best friends
I'm sure we'll ever meet
Have came from this middle school
That we're about to leave
We're going off to high school
A jungle in its own
But I'm sure we'll be prepared
With all the lessons we've been shown
Eighth grade, No need to worry
You know we'll be all right
We sure will miss our crazy teachers
Those who make Cranberry a delight
The memories we've had here
The good ones, and the bad
We'll look back on someday
And be happy, but also sad
We'll miss you, but we're ready
For whatev
EventuallyThe flowers ageEventually3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And friendships end
And time goes on
And on again
With every day
The days get longer
But this feeling's
Ever stronger
I need you here
To hold me tight
To make me safe
And keep me sane
Just Another DayJust Another Day…Just Another Day4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That morning,
Just another morning,
The start of a new day,
You woke up,
Knowing,
That this wasn’t just any other day;
It was
The last.
But when it ends,
It’s just another grain of sand,
Falling to the bottom of an hourglass,
Lost amid other days…
It’s the last day,
And you’ll miss the others,
Those days,
Those other days.
Everyone is happy,
Joyous,
Restless,
Smiling,
With true feeling;
They are in bliss.
Like them,
You yearn
To get away,
To go,
To spread your wings,
And fly.
But,
Some part of you,
A small part,
Wishes to stay.
An enigma,
Time flie
The Vicar ManThe Vicar ManThe Vicar Man4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
‘Life does not end,’
‘God has angels to send,’
‘Jesus was love divine,’
‘Neighbour what’s yours is mine.’
Empty promises of a vicar man,
Trying to spread a loving hand.
Could he really save our souls?
And leave us with no empty holes,
Words are all the vicar man preaches,
Deaf are the ears to those it reaches.
The empty hopes of a vicar man,
Saving the souls that no man can.
I often wonder if he can see,
How beautiful the world can be,
Does he see a world of hate?
And actions merely whims of fate?
The empty eyes of a vicar man,
Seeing the lies of this broken land.
D
My LordMy Lord came down from heavenMy Lord5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And he walked upon the Earth.
He walked among the people there
And shared Gods love from birth.
He asked not crown nor glory
He sought neither fame nor pride.
He only worshiped God on high
Until for us he died.
And when he died the people cheered
'Where is your God?' they jibed.
There in the ground his body lay
The disciples ran to hide.
The Lord was not the dead one there
For God ran through his veins.
It was the souls of sinners there
That felt the dieing pains.
For the act that Jesus did for us
Was one for all man kind.
And when Jesus died the world did weep
In heart and soul and mind.
I Could..........poem by BritainI could live forI Could..........poem by Britain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thousand years and still
You would be the only one for me
I could dream for
The rest of my life
Just as long as you
Are there with me
In my dreams tonight
I could fly up to the moon
And catch a shooting star
If would take me
To wherever you are
I could travel around the world
And sail the ocean blue
To prove my love for you
I could go and fight in a war
Be brave, strong and true
If it meant that you are safe from harm
I could do all of this for you
For you are the love
That I have found
Wolf InsideA ghostly glow in the black of the nightWolf Inside2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A constant drawing to that bright white light
Unbearable longing deep in my heart
To let her out
That wolf inside
She escapes, the prison gone
At once we start, to become one
A split second of pain
Burning, searing, ripping
Then black
As dark as night
Until...
I open my eyes,
To the brightness of life
My senses open, to the pure delight
Of soil beneath my paws
I tense, waiting for the moment
To set myself free,
With only my heart to lead
Weaving through the trees,
A ghost in the wood
At one with the forest
Until the moon goes down...
Now for the pain
Ice down my spine
Dreadi
FearIt's a simple thingFear3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Something that builds up for years
It's a thing that keeps you on edge
It's all your fears
Some people hate spiders and bugs
And how they creep and crawl
From the small ones to the big ones
They watch you hiding on the wall
Many people are afraid of the dark
Because you never really know
All the things that darkness keeps secret
And all the things that don't show
Some people don't like big animals
From all the creatures from far and wide
Wolves, Tigers, Bears, Lions
All of them would hurt you till you died
Most people hate to think of blood
The thought and the sight makes skin crawl
It's not that it's dan
TreeI rest beneath my favorite treeTree11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I walk through the forest.
I stare up
through the emerald leaves
And coppery branches.
Each slender twig shaped lovingly
By the hands of mother nature.
Wide stretching arms
Hold up the breath taking canopy.
Smooth brown branches hide
Under the leafy sea,
Turning to ivory when bark is pealed
From a fresh twig.
Delicate tendrils of ivy
Twine around the trunk,
Like so many green stitches
In the brown velvet
Of a lady's gown.
And, as I rise to leave, I look back,
And I see the tree.
Cloaked in it's golden shroud of sunbeams,
And I watch as it waves good-by.
ForestsLight as a featherForests1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like a gentle caress
Touching my cheek
The sweet smelling breeze of wildflowers
Ever so sweet and pure
Morning dew grass
Waves in the wind
Liquid sunshine
Pouring down in rays
Mighty trees
Stand high and strong
The guardians of mysteries unknown
Rivers and trickling streams
Crystal clear
Still lakes
Like mirrors
Again, that breeze
So calm and warm.
I Miss You...i wish you were here to tell me that your proud of meI Miss You...2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
i wish i could see your face again
i wish you were here right now
i wish i could of said goodbye to you
i wish
''i never wanted you to leave .. i wanted you to here holding me
i miss you.. i miss your smile and i still shed a tear once in a while
and even tho its different now.. your still here somehow
my heart wont let you go and i need you to know
i miss you ... <3
Life is a WickThe candle burning downLife is a Wick3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The flame that is a life
It gives a tiny stutter
A short moment of strife
But the glow keeps shining
Reaching for the sky
Until the pool of wax subsides--
The last flash is to die
Painting Flowers.I sit here in this meadowPainting Flowers.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that we used to share
The flowers back then had been full of color
but now you don't care
Each day and night
I hold a paintbrush in my hand
among this foliage
that will soon probably turn to sand
I paint them to their former glory
and try to replicate those wonderful pigments
that glistened and shined
but disappeared and are now a figment
All I do is wait
for the day you will return
so the flowers will live again
but for now I just yearn
If you never come back
and the flowers never become their original hue
Please remember this:
I am still painting flowers for you...
Painting of lifeMy painting weeps colorsPainting of life5 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
sorrow and happiness
dark and light
It drips
off the canvas
onto my fingers
Red and orange
like the sunset color
of a warm beating heart
Delicate fingers painted
on the canvas wall
every detail matched
with every branch and line
Blue and black
sorrow and distress
dripping down
down
Colors of the rainbow
of the world
of the cosmos
Sapphires, diamonds
rubies and emeralds
fall out of my eyes
from the old and new colors
painted
Your eyes seep of wonder
and knowledge
I grasp your hands
and together
we become
the symbiotic painting of life
my lost school daysLost school daysmy lost school days6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It feels like the end
We hug and we cry,
Signing each others shirts
Saying goodbye
Numbers are swapped
Promises are made
Our friendships will last
‘Till the end of the day
Part of me grieves
Knowing inside
That part of me wants
To run and just hide
I’ll never look back
‘Cos this is my way
It’s the same every time
With these lost school days
PaintingA splash of hope,Painting6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A dab of color,
A swirl of laughter like no other.
A spot of faith,
A splatter of love,
A heart set free like a dove.
A dash of truth,
A blast of sun,
A page of everlasting fun.
leaving schoolLeaving Schoolleaving school6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Now its time; the end of school-
Is all so very near,
And some of us already think;
'This never took a year'.
For some of us there is no reason-
To even shed a tear,
For others it's that time in life;
To lose those very dear.
There is hope for tomorrow though,
When all is said and done,
Well look back at the time we had
And all the reckless fun.
We'll realise its not over yet;
It's only just begun,
'Cause off into the future
We're all about to run.
In this school we've done it all:
We've danced, we laughed, we cried,
But now that some of us are leaving-
It feels like something died.
And out into the world
A paintingThe painting falls into your eyesA painting7 years ago in Other More Like This
Enveloping your conscience with its beauty
The vibrant colors of blue and red
Spring to life in your mind
With its silent aesthetic power
It remains
Alone on a wall
An impression of a perfect life
Or what it feels like
Hanging in a frame
An artist created this world
On his canvas
Led his brush across a pale void
Until he found peace in his work
Your soul has poured into the fields of amber grey
Coming to life in the perfect dawn
You have been taken by the wind in the painted sky
You find peace in this virgin tranquility
You find hope in a blend of color and life
paintingThe paint sat like the surface of a poolpainting8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You could not tell how deep it was
The canvas lay on its frame
Naked and bare no hint of what was to come
With a whim the brush broke the surface
The color was pure
It touched the canvas with its brilliance
The sound of the strokes like a purr
Only hints of the beauty showed on the top
But it formed and came into focus each revealing drop
The paint was deeper then the sea when really dug in
The canvas was glowing with more then any eye could see
Ever feature was perfect as he lovingly progress
But still something was missing from her yet
Then a tear hit paint as he stuck his face past
H
i could seeI could see sadness in your facei could see8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Not a hope left, not a trace
No fire burning in your eye
Only shadows from where you'd cried
I could see you lying there
On your face a single tear
I knew you knew what we wanted to say,
I'm going to love and miss you every day.
Your are gone forever now
But ill see you again and that's my vow
Ill love you forever more
Like you loved us, down to the core
I cried and cried when you left
But where you were now was the best
I talked to you every night
Praying that you were up there and all right
I needed to know that you were safe
And now I know that you're in a better place
I miss you everyday
Sta.sh
