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The Raven IIThe Raven IIThe Raven II10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lying upon my bed of cotton
The one I loved gone, but not forgotten
Still my heart remembers and adores
I speak her name time and again
I try to rest and forget my pain
But that familiar voice cries "Never more!"
High upon my doorstep, sitting
Still as that bust of Pallas, never flitting
The raven watches and waits for me to die
It follows my hand as i attempt to write
It follows me to my bed in the night
I cannot ignore it, though I try
My heart and mind are consumed by worry
Still I hear that wnged fury
It remains in my chambers 7 X 24
"Get you gone, you winged devil!
No longer fill my life with your evil!
Lea
Leave Them AloneLeave Them AloneLeave Them Alone7 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Against Bullying
Rhythm and Blues
We live in a free country
We all have the right to choose
Nobody has the right to bully
Or make anyone sing the blues
You may be straight, you may be gay
You may be AC-DC
But you choose your way
It makes no difference to me
This is a free world
No matter, guy or girl
All the labels they use are only words
I won't make you sing the blues
For the partner that you choose
Doing that is just too absurd
Leave them alone
Look the other way
Or just go home
A Darkened Lane, SomewhereA Darkened Lane, SomewhereA Darkened Lane, Somewhere6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In the darkened lane, one night,
When every living soul has slept
When the pale crescent moon is the only light,
And all the tears have been wept,
A pair of lovers into the lane had crept
To expose the emotions deep in their hearts
And vow to stay in love regardless of the cost.
In that lane, beneath the moon,
'Nether a whisper, nor a thought,
Nor a kiss, nor a look' was lost.
Only HumanOnly HumanOnly Human9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To Christina
Hey! Will you look at my photo?
You will see the shine in my eyes.
Look deep inside and you will know,
That I care about you till I die.
Although I don't know why.
After all you put me through,
It is true,
I am only human.
Hey! Will you lean over and kiss my cheek?
You will make the smile I need to wear.
Look into my eyes, you will see
It is true how much I care.
Even when you are not there.
After all you put me through,
It is true,
I am only human.
5th of October Page 25th of October Page 25th of October Page 28 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For killuaxme
The autumnal wind howls in the grove;
The moon is high.
There is a tiding of a new monsoon;
Dark clouds gather in the sky.
All is dark and gloom
That meets my eye.
But within my room, I sit in peace;
And I contemplate the news.
October 5th is a day of mirth.
I wish the same for you.
Beware the storm, if it blows your way;
I am confident that you'll know what to do.
Enjoy the day, when it comes;
Then contemplate your life, when it is through.
Purpose.Purpose.Purpose.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What would a story be?
If there was no one there to read it.
What would dreams be?
If there was no one there to conceive it.
What would a picture be?
If there was no one there to see it.
What would a secret be?
If there was no one there to keep it.
What would love be?
If there was no one there to feel it.
What would a song be?
If there was no one there to sing it.
What would the truth be?
If there was no one there to admit it.
What would advice be?
If there was no one there to give it.
What would life be?
If there was no one there to live it.
Kela Lewis-Morin
OneOneOne6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
For Puabi
Meaning of Love
One soul
One heart
Sharing emotions through the night
One long embrace
One deep, passionate kiss
Together until the signs of light
One evening a friend seemed so amazed
That Love made me cry and not laugh
I was aware of what lay ahead
When I embarked upon this path
In Love, we cry and we laugh too
Depending on the moods that ensue
This much I knew
Still I think that it is right
We are ONE.
Nameless CityNameless CityNameless City7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the Nameless City and Irem
Yonder_among the dry, spreading sands
Where no man may wander,
A vast and shrouded city stands;
Ina secret vault hidden under,
Lies a stone carved by seemingly unknown hands,
Telling of the creatures that once dwelt
In that nameless city.
Neither men, nor beasts, nor both;
Nay! their shape was unlike any beast of Earth.
Above the waist lay a scaly growth
That ended in a pair of flippers like the seals;
But no man alive knows of their birth
And heir likeness remains unearthly and unreal.
On the peninsula [1], wise ones essayed
To explain these creatures' origin;
They mentioned strang
I Love the RainYesterday, the sky grew dark for hoursI Love the Rain6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I looked up and I knew the rain would fall
Then I heard the soft sound of raindrops
The clouds had heard Nature's call
It would delight me to see people running
I saw that scene once before
They wander about like nothing will happen
Then the rain pours
And they rush indoors
I wear my mack in the showers
I look at the sky when I go outside
I expect changes in the weather
And I am not so surprised
I welcome the rain after dry days
When the sun beats down and the air is hot
I sit in my cafe in the pouring rain
Watching all the others run to and fro
From the rain I learned to enjoy
I love the rain
Fri-end-ship.Fri-end-ship.Fri-end-ship.4 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
When I talk, you don’t listen.
You’re just waiting for your turn to speak.
You view every conversation as a competition.
All I can see is the unstoppable movement of your cheeks.
The flow of communication is always re directed back to you.
Almost as if everyone must hear what you have to say.
I’m not denying that half of what you say could actually be true.
But how can so much happen to a person in just one mere day.
What makes it worse is that your stories get recycled and repeated.
I zone in and out of your speeches and know exactly what happens next.
My place in the conversation is to respond and
the Hell of a queenshe is lying on bedthe Hell of a queen1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she has her dress in white lace
Than her servant had prepared
on the bedside table
she has afraid of the future
she does not want
that this man touches her body
she does not want to become a queen
this role is not for her
her dreams are forgotten
She does not like
this Heart full of hate
this is not possible
the door of the bedroom opens slowly
the King looks the bed
with an smile pervert
his desire is indecent
the pain invades her body
the minutes seem interminable
she has ache , it is a nightmare
she was a girl of a lost village
now, she is a queen
trapped of a power
that she has n
Her EyesHer EyesHer Eyes10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
La Café Asienne
To Puabi and Christina
To the woman it concerns
To me, there is more to a portrait than a woman looking at her painter.
Rough times.
Wars and conquests.
Man was bold.
He saw a foreign land and ran to conquer.
He saw a solitary woman and ran to conquer.
He saw the earth of both.
Earth is female; her heart is fire.
The heart of the woman has more
More than desire
What lies beneath
Finds expression in her eyes.
The anguish of men's abuse
The desire to be cherished
Remains locked in her heart
For centuries
Moments difficiles.
Les guerres et les conquêtes.
L'homme était gras.
Il vit s
Hush me quietI need a protectionHush me quiet3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a shield, something to soften up the edges
Where is my salvation?
Someone who will rise me up,
shine with me
and be my back up
Someone who will fight with me
I know, I know darling
It's not your job
None of this is your fault, I should really quit whining
You just got unlucky baby
stumbling upon little me
But I really think you're what I need
What I've been waiting, searching and hoping for
All just to get trough another day, you must lead
So if I reach out my hand to grab yours
if I ask nicely,
and bow my head down to admit your kindness
Will you be it?
Will you look me in the eyes and feel mercy?
Will you take my hand,
I am afraid of myselfthe loneliness is a bleeding woundI am afraid of myself8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
mutilated my body
tortured my mind
with dark ideas has become a habit
I am afraid of myself
I do not like reality
I hide in my nightmares
order to escape from life
What Are Friends For?What Are Friends For?What Are Friends For?4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Blues
I am here_if I am anywhere,
But can I say that they care?
I come when they call me.
What are friends for?
They hold out their hands to me
Why they do that is so plain to see
But I give them what they ask
What are friends for?
Now it is my turn to ask
But it seems to be a real task
And their excuses like wild birds fly
What are friends for?
What are friends for?
If we cannot be friends to help each other,
Let us not be friends any more.
Hey! What in Hell are friends for?
Stormy Weather No.2Stormy Weather No.2Stormy Weather No.28 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Cafe Coffee Lovers
Rhythm and Blues
Back again after a long time away
Left without a word to say
Sitting by the window, I can hear
The voices of the people sitting near
But I can barely hear the rain
It's voice is softer than alll of them
I wish the rain would fall down hard
It would chase them all to their homes
Nothing in this world can match
The feeling of being in the rain alone
Walls of AshWalls feel like ash,Walls of Ash7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
tattered and torn.
Dead leaves drifting away,
leaving naught to morn.
Rain washes away broken shards
revealing hidden truths of lie.
Breathing life into dry death,
past torments becoming shy.
The tower blown over
by whispering winds,
giving sight to new life--
allowing the old to end.
Night of the 13thNight of the 13thNight of the 13th2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lines on the Wind
That night, the whole community was still
As though a strange event would befall
Then there came a solitary voice
'T was neither man nor woman, nor child
They all had gone inside and locked their doors
Nay, 't was the wind
How oft of late have I heard the voice?
I swear, it knows my name
Who could have told it?
The wind, it is a westerly flow
It has blown for many a night this week
Is there not a cemetery yon,
Somewhere in the distance, to the east?
Perchance, as it crossed a solitary grave
Someone there poke my name
When the body feels a chill, we wear a coat;
When the heart feels the chill, what can we wear?
Hark, now the wind is rattling my door
It sounds as though a hand is knocking
It has called my name again
Ah, what can this portend?
If Love Is BlindIf love is blind,If Love Is Blind1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Then why have eyes,
If not to see,
How it's all meant to be,
Blink: perhaps you will someday.
If love is blind,
You will soon find,
That it takes more than sight,
To make it seem alright,
Blink: squinting under sunlit ray.
If love is blind,
And you can hear no hate,
Then why do you wait?
It can be anyone's fate,
Blink: it will find you one day.
Mother NatureMother NatureMother Nature7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mother Nature has a temper
Like my natal mother.
Calm and peaceful for a few days per week;
Then, electrifying the air round the house;
Then, the storm blows in.
We ran for cover wherever we could;
Once or twice I stood out.
CALM DOWN! I yelled, defiantly;
That only made the tempest more intense.
One late afternoon,
Before she died,
Mom saw a real streak of lightning.
It hot a tree in our yard.
Nature had finally left a warning--
DON'T TRY TO COMPETE WITH MOTHER NATURE.
11th of November11th of November11th of November6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wild Wind
Totally unexpected
Wholly unpredicted
Thrilling in its speed and strength
A sudden wind, like a cyclone,
Swept past my window today.
From the safety within, I watched it,
Sweeping and shaking the trees nearby.
The locals were expecting rain this evening
But not a drop did fall.
Nature is still so exciting--
Love our Mother well!
Rain and TearsRain and TearsRain and Tears4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
For Puabi
One, two, three …..ten.
The rain drops drip down from the sky
Heaven is a young woman’s soul
Tears are falling from her eyes
But the rain falls onto the earth
No hand is seen to wipe them dry.
One, two, three…ten.
The tear drops drip down from her eyes
Heaven is in the arms of the ones we love
I must reach for her and wipe them dry
The tears fall onto my face and chest
I am the earth and she is the sky
Who will wipe her tears every time they fall?
He Is I.
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