DreamscapesCinnamon swirls stretch you a smile,Dreamscapes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while sitting legs underneath
on a wool rug, swayed by the music
of the waves beating
on our glass box.
The first sun-ray of the morning
sprays light between
words of old full of warmth,
hatching the wordlings on our lips.
As you take a sip of your
flavoured apple tea,
I drink the bitter black one
sweetened with milk
and a little bit of honey;
just like your tales of
south of the border,
west of the sun,
and my futile attempts
to leash that bitch of a muse.
All is well until
a desolate reason makes
the ocean break us;
and before words drift apart,
you pull them out of the flood,
and rebreath them:
"In a dream within a dream,
where people's faces are pale,
tired and beautiful because of it;
ours are different and alike.
They glow on sunlight
and read a craving for home.
My high heels and your all-stars;
Moving through different streets;
Stepping on different stones,
but alight with the same fire.
Mandatory stops along the way
seem infinite and hard t
Wake up loveHush now,Wake up love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry the dream must end.
It's time to wake up
and face the world.
Reality is harsh,
the people are cold,
that's how it is
and you must wake up.
For you have been asleep long enough.
Time to wake love,
and be with your people
they wait for you
and have never given up.
You can't let them down.
The alarm's going off,
and reality is waiting.
You are only human
and cannot do much
but everyone is important
and life is waiting just for you.
Can you hear their cries?
And the bellows of pain?
You can stop them
but only if you wake up.
It's time to wake up love,
and face the world.
They cry for your return
and you can't let them down.
A Woman Most FagileI am a woman most fragileA Woman Most Fagile3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A being scarred by society
Cracked by misinterpreted action
Words thrown at me like rocks
Shattering my frail glass walls
An easy anxiety fix
Gluing broken ends
Putting my pieces back together-
Though cracks and chipped edges
The evidence of my pain
L i n g e r s.
The Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch15BThis deviation is now defunct. It can now be read in full with part A at: http://fav.me/d5g9apaThe Adventures of Harriet Potter: Year One - Ch15B3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
(continued from Part A)
(All characters and locations within belong to J.K. Rowling unless otherwise stated.)
The best thing to happen after Harriet had awoken came the following day when Madame Pomfrey and Miss Momori finally relented and allowed all of her friends to come and visit her. Absent amongst them was Dora, who Hermione explained was still spending time with Nicolas and Perenelle before they finally passed away. Harriet felt sorry for Dora, and even quite guilty, but somehow as she sat there in bed, recounting the true tale of what had happened after she had gotten through the fire, seeing the looks of wonder and concern on her friends' faces, Harriet couldn't help but smile.
Her friends were a very good audience. Hermione actually shrieked when Harriet told them about Voldemort's face in the back of Quirrell's head. They also told Harriet their own stories in return. Kieran it tu
A glass bottom moonLying across the expanse ofA glass bottom moon1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight
that slips past the sun king while
happiness from yesterday's warmth
seeps into my spine
making me believe for a while
that all of me is whole again
as I once was.
To feel the sand churn
between fingers and toes
each time the tide comes in,
lying across the expanse of
rolling sea grass
turned to moonlight.
SymbiosisApnoea reigns,Symbiosis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is death in a mirror,
when a cold candle
for her burning breath,
and her fiery heart
for his sacred chest.
Waxen tears bleed,
breaks the mirror,
cursing them forever.
Sunflower KissesSunflower kisses dance across my skinSunflower Kisses3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
laying down in a field of wheat in the afternoon.
You appear almost out of nowhere
and lay down next to me as you were meant to be.
The sun hurts my eyes,
as I squint at the clouds and try to make shapes.
You stare at me and I try to think,
yet the more you stare the harder it is to ignore.
Do you want the sun?
Ya, the sun.
Everyone gives the moon as a gift,
but to me, the only thing that can rival your charm
is the suns great shine,
and even then when you emerge outside
the suns grows dark and burnt.
You never were a poet
I couldn't help but laugh
at how long you probably spent
thinking of that one line.
I like the sun.
Then I'll wrangle the sun,
all for you.
We laid in the suns warmth
of sunflower kisses
and the tickles of wheat instead of grass
and nothing else mattered in the world.
I love you.
I love you too.
The Poet's QuillRiver's ink flows deeply from his writer's quill,The Poet's Quill3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He wields it's worth with signs of sublime skill,
And those magic words materialise under his will.
Where once was a vacant void of white clear light,
Now comes a sorrowful song aching for his sight.
Man's blood drips softly from his writer's pen,
He holds it's honour with odes of ovation often,
And those complex symbols collude in his den.
Where once was a musing mind of black air dark,
Now comes a powerful poem burning for his mark.
Tear's oil runs boldly from his writer's grace,
He bears it's beauty with paeans of perfect pace,
And those platinum verses protrude below his face.
Where once was a glorious gaze of silver blind pearl,
Now comes a tormentful tune longing for his girl.
Death's Lullaby.Life drained from its former passion,Death's Lullaby.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hung on the thin thread of luck.
The rules are simple, comical.
Either you stay still or you die.
Sinking deeper, engulfed in unwrought nigritude.
Slate black faces,
buried inside shadows of hoods,
Bony fingers cruddle grinning sculps,
caressing fear as if it were an infant.
Hollow screams echo eternally like a melody
through unsought caverns.
As Death sang a lullaby.
Lovers Of The NightStrangers out of sight,Lovers Of The Night3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Are like a pair of lovers dancing,
When dying daylight turns to newborn night.
Hearts pound as they start their ritual of romancing,
By tears on train-tracks where no hate could be tonight.
Was their pairing of love so naïve?
That their passion became a pain to prolong,
Forever feelings distorted as to who to believe.
They never knew it was meant to be wrong,
But birds break the morning mist with sweet song.
Lovers out of light,
Are like a couple of strangers kissing,
When sombre sunlight turns to melancholic moonlight.
Minds beat as they decease their cult of consorting,
By roars of railways where no sorrow could be right.
Was their daring of hope so ignorant?
That their wonder became a wound to wake,
Ever emotions contorted as to what they want.
They never knew it was meant to be forbidden,
But young yearnings should not keep heartbeats hidden.
There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,There is no place for me.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.
There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.
There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.
On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world for me...
There is nowhere in this world for gallantry.
PictureThey say a picture speaks a thousand words,Picture3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where a word just speaks but one,
so let me paint a picture for you,
before the day is done,
Over the horizon you see,
the trees are going down,
the river seems ablaze,
with fire and ashes all around,
My screams are in the distance,
begging for some help,
my screaming makes no difference,
you smile to watch me melt,
The colors of my painting,
start spilling on the floor,
the heat the flames are creating,
makes the color run some more,
The canvas begins to char,
as my face blackens with suit,
you can here the trees crash to the ground,
if you listen hard,
You close your eyes to breath,
from the painting that you see,
but when you open your eyes again,
the paintings a reality,
Your chest is heavy with smoke,
and I just stand and watch you choke,
I promise this is no joke,
about the painting I'm talking about,
You decide to lay down,
to stop from falling to the ground,
I lay beside you sound,
as the flames lick my night gown,
You scream out in p
Siren's SongSweet notes fill mine ear,Siren's Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And leads me to a cove.
Crystal clear blue,
Trickles down the grey rocks ,
Twinkling before they hit the mass.
The song grows louder, clear, sultry,
A woman on a reef,
Hair lustrous and length,
With her arms open wide,
Now singing mine name.
Alas, get too close,
My demise comes near.
A siren's song,
Is like Pandora's Box,
With a bitter sweet tune.
MaskRelease the pain inside,Mask3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lock it deep under,
Let no one know of it,
Stay silent and keep smiling,
No one will notice.
Truths, mingled with lies.
Would you separate them?
Look past the deceive,
To the real me.
DreamsWhat wonders the imagination can bringDreams3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With opened ear and untamed eye
Dreams that we shall toss and fling
And float about towards the sky
By luminous light of thought
Day and night will awaken newly
And become what you have sought
To find your most distant Thule
Never letting go of that which we cherish
The spirit of innocence and truth
Why without it, what would we but perish?
In the darkness of lost youth
For HerSkin so pale and so innocent; yet warm and soft.For Her2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Bright is her eyes, always lit by day or by night.
Her warm embrace; like a maiden of the heavens taking the late life of a man.
The way I feel with her, is a way I have so little felt;
Tis love! The bittersweet fruit that drives an able bodied person;
To the very end of their sanity or to their discovery of true happiness!
Oh god who art in heaven, why must I love!
For she the vile woman that fate has bestowed upon my desires;
Feels not the same as I.
Don't Come to AmericaDon’t come to America,Don't Come to America1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You think its the land of the free,
Don’t come to America,
Stay and let it be,
Its a plague in disguise,
Corroded in corruption,
Praised for its freedom,
With a financial condition,
Its history started out great,
Like every revolution does,
Yet time seems to fade away,
But congress is not like it was,
Don’t come to America,
You’ll only find confliction,
Don’t come to America,
Based upon a candy viewed prediction
FlamesThere are flames whereFlames3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his head should be -
forty pieces of silver
a dressing gown, a pipe
a poem left in the fireplace.
This man promised you a winter
so warm and bountiful
spring would be ashamed.
He called you by name -
not the one that father knew
shoved under his bible
But the one left behind
in the branches,
in the bucket of brambles,
and the columbines
buried at your feet.
Stone angels on the battlefield
surrender in the grass.
What did his face
even look like behind the curtain,
counting those coins
and loosening the damp earth
from your shoes?
Odyssey of LoveWhere a Tale of fate glimmered dimOdyssey of Love1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For the Twilight veil spread softly ..
Her gaze cast in starry lustre gleaming
A temptress poised in the Night,
Or moon-enamour'd Lover dreaming
My lust awash in a howl of wolves;
To her kiss I fled across sultry-skies
Where, unto thy lips I hath perish'd
And oft, in pray'r would I pursue thee,
Impaled by day's vermillion light
I wandered across a thousand years,
Disassembled in Love’s odyssey
O’ how the Moon whisper’d rapture —
Across silv'ry peaks pale and fleeting
And I stood famished in her dew,
Till her scent soaked into my skin
And fiercely did her tongue beseech!
Like flam'd-Ravens hunting the wind
Stars fell in the plumes of her song
O’er a golden sea she kiss’d the ashes
And her lips undressed with fervour;
Ablaze in the fields of my naked soul
— Arthur Crow © 2014
Our Cinderella HourWe've reached our Cinderella hourOur Cinderella Hour4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll flee the ball while you watch carriages turn to pumpkins
Let's meet up later with a glass slipper and a fistful of promises
We've reached our Cinderella hour
I am limp curls and smeared mascara
You are thoughtless words and forced distances
We've reached our Cinderella hour
On the night where everything is utter perfection
Yet the magical gown can still somehow end in rags
We've reached our Cinderella hour
But the beautiful thing about Cinderella hours is they only last a little while
Tomorrow will be better
NaPo 4betrayal comes in many formsNaPo 45 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and feeds off bitter contempt
inspired by those who stab at others
whilst carving false hope
secretly praying for redemption
yet knowing they held every card
including the one which they hid up their sleeve
and so revealing the so called friend
CinderellaA lady cloaked in mysteryCinderella5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Flowing hair as dark as ebony
The most amazing smile I've ever seen
I ask the beauty if she would dance with me
Behind her mask I manage to see
Her dazzling eyes staring back at me
Soothing like twilight's soft serenade
We dance past midnight in this masquerade
Time slows down and our eyes meet
Tempt beckoning to her lips so sweet
Caught in a moment of tender bliss
We move in closer and almost kiss
The clock suddenly strikes one
The kiss ended before it's begun
I watch as she runs for the chimes
My Cinderella, disappeared into the night
They...They...They...3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They wander amongst us
Great and Giant
Small and Slender
Subtle and Careful
They walk about
And Cruel all the same
They Are Here
The Things in the Trees
The Birds in the Air
They are Earth
And Earth is much Restless
PersephonePersephonePersephone3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dear little child of Eden
Whose smile hides a thousand tears
Forgive the weeping sinner
Cast away his fears
"I paint white roses with blood stained tears
And hang them for all to see
You said you'd rid me of all my fears
Your lies brought me much glee"
Nestling close to her mother dear
A child of most sacred birth
Braced close with hearts so near
A song of salvation's mirth
Smiles in the lighted haven
Roses of ivory lace
A most beautiful maiden
Who left without a trace
The sky draped black
Cried tears of deep sorrow
"I want my daughter back"
Such laments of the morrow
Lights like a thousand charms
It pales in the moonlit dawn
Warmth of her mother's arms
A blessed light now gone
The flowers begin to die
The earth sings a song of mourn
A serpent's selfish lie
Blood stains a rose's thorn
Entangled in chains of darkness
Lost in a world of pain
Love sings a song of madness
The voice of an endless rain