Ispirare LimerickIspirareIspirare Limerick5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sinnocently of Chicago
This groups mighty creator
From the windy city
No group is greater
Relinquishing the rights
She has to digress
After work at nights
She has to de-stress
Wants to cut her hair
And someday be a mother
Waiting for a proposal
From her significant other
PomPrint's in Scotland
Mending his plaid kilts
They're all torn and tattered
From wearing his stilts
Don't know what's under there
But when nature calls
You better be careful
Of your dangling belt
Sometimes he's ired
He likes little dogs
But they get so darned tired
From retrieving his logs
Walk past his window
Look through his door
and you will probably catch him
Playing Wild Boar
Dallas is the home
Of our boy ShippD
Not quite a gnome
But still pretty shifty
He knows what he wants
He knows what he likes
Instead of dating the girls
He's home playing with trikes
On his computer - 3D
He' trying to render
A new gas tank
Or a new front fender
PseudoSiren the artist
The female unknown
Who follows the
Chocolate MonsterOnce upon a time there was a little girl named Cecilia. She was very sweet looking and very polite, therefore people were always giving her sweets."Such a sweet girl deserves sweets," they said and patted her on the golden-haired head, smiling at her bright-blue eyes. And as it is the way with people, nobody wasted a thought on what was best for the child, as long as it smiled happily, which it always did.Chocolate Monster6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cecilia, on the other hand, started to be very vain, because she could not help noticing that she always got more attention and a lot more sweets from the grown-ups than all the other children. "I must be really special," she thought, "like a princess. One day I'll be the queen of them all. But I don't want to wait that long, they should start bowing to me now." But the other children refused to treat her like a princess, or indeed a queen. Instead, they threw mud at her and were told off for it by the adults. After that they laughed at her behind her back and never talked to or play
the PassingThe Passingthe Passing3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
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Bumblebee sat in silence by the bedside, on the cold linoleum floor, looking to his hands, clasped on his lap. He prayed to Primus. He prayed that his friend wouldn't suffer when... when the time came.
'Bee?' An aged, tired voice called him. 'You there?'
'I'm here!' Bumblebee jumped to his feet and clasped his friend's hand when the other reached out, looking for him. 'How're you feeling?'
'Tired.' Spike replied, opening his eyes. 'How long have I been out?'
'Its almost... eleven in the day.' Bumblebee checked his internal chronometers and converted the time for Spike to understand. 'Do you want anything-'
'Where's Carly?' Spike asked.
'She's gone out.' Bumblebee replied, 'she should be back soon.'
It hurt to Bumblebee's very spark to lie to his friend, but he didn't want to hurt him with the truth. Carly had passed on five years ago. The entire Autobot team had been present at her funeral, just as they
A New Mexico ChildhoodA New Mexico Childhood:A New Mexico Childhood7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Eulogy for My Brother, Gone at 50
God came for my brother at 3 a.m. Not about 3 a.m. but
literally: Right then. It was exact, and I know because I was there.
Apparently, God and Cooper had a pre-arranged appointment to keep,
one we just couldn't find in his datebook. At first,
we were relieved that the merciless pain,
cruel beyond measure, was now in the past.
My mind drifted back and forth; my eyes sought his face, his
hands. I held his hands over and over: dead or alive, those hands
had something to tell me if I could just listen harder! His hands were
like our father's: strong, sure, with beautiful fingers
that belied the hurts inside. And, indeed,
my brother's y
To Whom It May ConcernYou address the press,To Whom It May Concern6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Preach the issues
You place your people in a box,
To the ones whose trust you've stolen.
You wage war against the world.
You candy coat your cold blooded culling,
Make the people praise your prowess.
You cater to critics,
Proving points to problems they approach.
You say that we'll see change,
Yet we witness it only for the worse.
So now a word from the wise.
Take a bow.
Gaze upon the masked masses
Waiting for your promises yet unfulfilled.
We the people of the United States,
In order to form a more perfect union
ListenA crash of thunderListen6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
from clouds in the sky,
A honk of the horn
from cars passing by,
The aimless chatter
of crowds in the street,
The rustle of leaves
as air feels the heat,
The pound of a heart
A tempo. A beat.
As If We Had Ever MetWhat do you think?As If We Had Ever Met6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
What crosses your mind?
But do you care what I think?
I could answer it for you,
And I would not want you too.
I want all the peace of mind to stay,
All the things that have been said,
won't be remembered,
just like we have never saw each other,
never to say hello again.
Desperation's EndDarkest nights I search, but no answers can be found.Desperation's End6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Questions I ask, but no reply is heard.
This beast, the likes of which I never encountered,
Numbing pain, but still a shadow ripping at my soul.
Why does sorrow escape me, and to where has Emotion flown?
These things I do not know, but will one day learn.
Without hope or doubt,
Fear or courage,
What am I but an empty shell?
I do not hate,
Yet I do not love.
I lust for these things.
I long to feel these sensation, but alas...
I walk as a zombie in this cold, dark world.
When will they see my sufferings,
The things that make me who I am?
Who will cast a warm light on this cold, dead soul?
For now I shall stay lost.
For now I will find no way out.
My life blood shall pour from my body into that fathomless pit called Humanity.
Alone and lost I may be, but I must try,
Try to find a companion,
My hope to feel the slightest of sensations will only end in pain.
But I think to myself...
At Desperation's End,
Pain is wel
Lost FriendshipLOST FRIENDSHIPLost Friendship7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They said well stay friends forever,
And to separate? Absolutely never!
But now where I stand,
In the middle of a dangerous hound,
How come theyre not together?
My friends, my favorite pals,
Have all chosen completely different paths,
Not for once daring to look back,
At wonderful memories we had.
We were packed with a strong bond and combined,
With the strength of our friendship we bind,
That no matter what or when,
Youll know always and then,
Your friends are always behind.
Youd never fear for you always knew,
Thered be a friend to protect you.
A friend you go to in need,
To help you laugh,
Or join when you weep.
But were not friend anymore, remember?
No more bonds or faithful protectors.
And now that youve got a vulnerable back,
Believe it or not,
Your friends are the ones to attack.
I wish all this chaos would end,
And theyd all stop this game of pretend,
To know how wrong,
And how far they have gone,
Could they ever g
DriffenceAm I different?Driffence7 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
I eat like others
I sleep like others
I even breathe like others......
or is it
Ha! I found it!
I'm a freak to you
cause your the same!
Tell Me Tell MeIt's just a sparkTell Me Tell Me7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not yet a candle
Tell me tell me
Is this truly a flame.
It's a distant glow
On a distant horizon
Tell me tell me
Is this the sun rising.
Never had a feeling
Quite like this
Tell me tell me
What's stirring in me.
Is it real
Is it true
Tell me tell me
If I'm really in love with you.
Broken HeartBroken HeartBroken Heart7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It happened again.
I swore to myself it wouldnt.
I look - horrified - at my heart.
Laying broken and helpless on the floor.
I had only myself to blame,
It wasnt his fault.
He said it just wouldnt work.
That we didnt belong together.
So I make a promise to myself.
To be stronger this time.
But then I look at him as he passes by,
And my broken heart mends itself again.
1. ChoresAkaea put down her broom and ran a slender hand through her auburn hair, streaking it unintentionally with dust that had1. Chores7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
built up in the storage area during its years of neglect. Flicking his rag at her, Taasha pulled his lips into a smirk that showed
wolf-like fangs protruding from his gums. "Tired already, Aka?" he jeered.
Akaea tugged the rag from his grasp as it whipped towards her a second time. She tossed it over her shoulder and stuck
a tongue out childishly. The man stalked over to her and reclaimed the dirty cloth, reaching down to hand Akaea her broom once more.
"We still have half the room yet to clean," he reminded her.
"So? We have all day." She ignored the proffered broom and sat, reclining on a wooden box that had been shoved against the wall.
"Chief said to clean until we're done, so if we hang out in here, we get the day off. He won't know."
Taasha frowned. "We're in enough trouble already, Akaea. How I ever let you talk me into that stupid stunt, I'll never know."
Dreams of the EveningFrightening dreams of the eveningDreams of the Evening7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that keep her screaming.
Bringing out all of her deepest fears.
These fears lead to the shedding of tears.
Where is he when she needs him near?
Fears cause her shear
She begings to gain
as he comes near
and wipes away her tears
as he shoos away her fears,
cause by frightening dreams of the evening
that keep her screaming.
BE STRONGB E S T R O N GBE STRONG8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When lifes' circumstances throw us for one reason
Or another into a state of stress and depression...
Think of beauty - that which life has given us - with nature.
Share laughter, and smile; to enlighten our thoughts.
While smiling on the outside...the natural beauty of life
Smiles with us: and all around, so...
Laughter: uplifts the spirits of all of us.
With laughter...come smiles.
In your thoughts - of the mind.
When some of life seems again; impossible to bare...
PoemAlone as the darkness outside spreads deep within mePoem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I feel so empty and yet so full
A paradox of emotions
But one that has been haunting me for a while now.
My body moves through the house that has many ghosts within,
The voices that I think are in my head are too real and are all around me.
How can this be?
I feel the presence that makes me want things...
Things that I have never felt before
My life has been void of this sensation
As I lived each day in repetitious nothingness
How can I suddenly feel this emotion that I can only call red?
Black is darkness that lurks within my soul that needs to be released,
Red is the passion that fuels it,
The fire spreading through every part of me,
My existence commanded by the torrent flames
As I try to breathe as my mind plays tricks on me.
I want to be engulfed with this wondrous darkness swirling with red,
And hug myself as I tremble with ecstasy and then...
The emptiness making me shiver with coldness,
As ice replaces the fire t
A Poet is a Small Brown BirdA poet is a small brown birdA Poet is a Small Brown Bird8 years ago in Open More Like This
It eats only fruit and insects
And sleeps in the knotholes of trees
A poet is the size of my fist
Its drab brown plumage
Is soft and warm
Poets will not eat flesh or carrion
They are disgusted by it
Late night thirstLate night thirst9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She's a shy young woman, who's nervous around me,
She's worried that I'll try her as just another fling,
But I see in her eyes lust and desire,
I have an idea of what she desires.
I pull her close and to test her desire,
As I kissed her neck,
Her blood become fire,
I drew her closer, pressed my body against hers,
She becomes flustered, trying to stay in control.
I kiss her lips, I hold her still,
She draws away slowly, drying not to blush,
I caress her chest; I left her in awe,
I twirled my on her breast, she lost her Breath,
I gripped her waist close, she felt my desire,
I turned of the lights, and fulfilled her desires
I walked her into my office, in the middle of the night,
Laid her on the table, slipped her pants off slow,
I admired the site of her sweet essence in front of me,
I kissed her thighs, my pants tightened slightly,
I moved the match that would strike an inferno slowly across her lips,
And I gave her soul a nice long kiss.
I felt her squirm as I started that fire,
What is LoveWhat is Love9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some say love is verb,
not an emotion that is truly felt.
Some say love is blind,
because the one you fall in love with may not love you back.
Some say love is cruel,
because like many before them thought they were in love,
felt all the emotions depicted by media,
and assumed the best.
But when they were hurt, scorned, and reviled,
they came up with these notions;
depicting that love never cruelty existed.
What is love?
Love is the truth,
Love is like the Caribbean Sun,
Blazing bright in the hearts of individuals,
Love is Blind,
for you can never tell who you will fall in love with,
Love is a verb, but it is also God,
For God is Love.
The pain will stopWhen the blood stops flowingThe pain will stop10 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
And the lungs stop breathing
When the mind stops thinking
And the eyes stop seeing
Then the pain will stop
Simple LoveIf you could readSimple Love10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What's on my mind
A love like mine
You'll never find
Free like the wind
True from the heart
Deep as the sea
Pure from the start
I think of you
Throughout the day
At night I beg
For dreams to stay
And most of all
What's really cool
You think of me
The same way too!
Never Met HerBuried in her armsNever Met Her11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(you gave me a priceless glare to arouse jealousy)
All that was said to me, you're going to say to her
(recycled words in better-said sentences)
We're at battle
(I'm shooting you in the back)
while someone else is stabbing my neck
A chain of looks, unexplained,
a rush of mystery through my mind
(My eyes focused on the ceiling)
You walk by with grace
Angry, yet looking for someone
Ignoring the thoughts in my head,
You can still read my mind
I'm something you left behind,
something you threw away
She's something new and familiar
(I'm something old and used to be similar)
L X X V - Glisse une plume dans ma boucheL X X V - Glisse une plume dans ma bouche3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
L X X V - Glisse une plume dans ma bouche
Je rêve d'une plume
Une plume qui me fait rêver
Glisse une plume dans ma bouche
Glisse une plume couleur rouge
Glisse une plume couleur verte
Glisse une plume couleur bleue
Un rêve rouge
Un rêve vert
Un rêve bleu
A chaque couleur un rêve
Glisse une plume multicolore
Une plume à plusieurs rêves
Glisse une plume couleur noire
La plus chère
La plus rare
Un rêve précieux
Le plus dangereux
Un rêve qui parfois emprisonne
Un rêve qui ne doit pas être fait par n'importe qui
Je glisse une plume noire dans ma bouche
Et le rêve m'emprisonne
Prisonnier du monde des rêves
Glisse une plume dans la bouche des gens
A la fin de leur rêve, ils remontent à la surface
Mais moi, je suis emprisonné
Emprisonné dans le rêve de cette plume
Mon monde se noircit
Les profondeurs m'enlacent
Les racines m'enserrent
Je me n
L X X I V - GiraitisL X X I V - Giraitis3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
L X X I V - Giraitis
Assoupi au pied d’un chêne centenaire,
Je rêvais, bercé, au chant de son feuillage.
A son tronc s’ébaucha alors un visage,
De sa voix résonnaient des mots de lumière.
C'est au gré des pages du vécu, dit-il,
Que s'inscrivent à la plume de nos actes,
Les victoires, les défaites et les pactes,
Dessins témoins aux encres indélébiles.
Le nouvel instant est à peine passé
Que déjà le temps nous met sur son grimoire,
Sans nous consulter, nous fait une mémoire,
Entrelacs d’émotions où l’on va puiser.
Mes tous premiers jours sont noyés sous les brumes,
Aux plis des douceurs d’une enfance choyée.
Mes belles années maintenant effeuillées,
N’ont gardé que les émois qui me résument.
Par le sang des vieux conflits il nous faut voir,