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Waiting for her to come this wayThe breeze tousles through the night and his hair.Waiting for her to come this way7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
He sits in expectance for her to come here;
waiting for her to come this way.
Like that first time; her footsteps echoed so loud.
In a night as such not even the moon could be proud.
An ethereal glow she emitted, an embodying light.
The wind ruffled her black locks like an angel in flight.
Her breath was a sanctifying whisper of life
and her dress; oh a woven fabric of natures device.
Her soft traces upon the earth would have grown
the fruit bearing brushwood, piercing through a stone.
The hair settled; the wings retreated, her eyes slowly set
on a young boy tending tulips. Their
Forgotten RemainsThere once was a great nation… a nation with a name.Forgotten Remains10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But now they are the…
Forgotten remains;
forgotten they remain.
The memories they hold,
the tears they contain,
are theirs' alone
only theirs to atone.
Their curse
Whimpers gently rise;
tears flow again
for time cruelly denies
salvation from pain.
They seek sleep to happy lies
but such tries are in vain.
Dying but living on;
futile hope too moves on.
They're engraved deep in graves,
poor soulless souls enchained.
Confined and enslaved,
with no happiness saved.
They rot in a gorge
where only sorry reigns.
Their story
Theirs tales shriek through night
Eternal WarBlood flows in oceans.Eternal War8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fire burns upon the world.
The marching thunders loud.
The soldiers fight to the end.
Battle after battle,
And still no victory.
Death after death
And still no peace.
They all look on,
as men become horrors,
and horrors become men.
They all look on as their fathers fall.
They all look on,
as their friends reach death's door.
All the world has fallen silent,
and now all the world weeps.
For this war shall never end.
lovea writer of poetrylove8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
is like a young mother
she has survived the
messy process and
rests happy and
exhausted in
the glow
loathe to lay this new one down, even
swaddled in adjectives,
contented or wailing
she will not sleep
she watches the rise and fall,
the slow-breath blinking
wonders if this
piece of beauty
is old enough to love her
back
Imperfect PerfectionI cannot rush imperfectionImperfect Perfection5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is a slow demise
Under the wilted skies
Gravity is not forthcoming
I fall until I cannot fall any more
I am suspended
In universal blunders
There are still wonders
That are hidden in catastrophes
And the almighty seas
Spoken like broken words
That never fail to amuse
I lose myself in the imperfections around me
The rose that bows her head
Quite dead
Laughter that is choked back
It does lack
The breath to expound
I am bound
By feathered wishes and gratitude
It is lewd
The way that the world works
There are some perks
However
The way that you say my name
Life is never a game
But ther
Never Let Me GoA cyclone of loathingNever Let Me Go2 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brings bile
To my lips and I swallow it down,
Down deep into the abyss
Where bleakness
And pain
Hide behind my ribcage
In that bloody place that beats for you.
Home sweet Hell,
I hate myself.
So how is it then that I can love?
Can you tell me?
Yet I do,
But it hurts because it cannot be.
It is a desolate reality.
Peace has never been found in a frown,
But that is my reflection,
Always.
I look away.
I want to see your smile that you save just for me
In pictures that you send.
I want to believe that I am worthy,
Just as you do.
You are so far away
And I am here, unable to escape myself
As I run and run around in circles, like a dog chasing it's tail.
I am weak.
Please forgive me.
I want what I cannot have,
You, all I want is you.
No, not just want, but need, I need you in my life,
As more than just my friend.
I hate myself.
Please say that you love me
And come to me one day in person,
Wrap me up tightly in your arms and don't let go.
Never le
Love YouLight that is heavenly illuminationLove You5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Only for lost lovers
Very holy
Exciting it is
You are blessed
Over the setting sun
Under the colorful promises
I don't even know what to write anymore.I don't even know what to write anymore,I don't even know what to write anymore.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
I keep trying to spill my guts in this website,
desperately trying to release all the emotions somehow,
But in the end, this isn't as good as a person,
someone to hold you as you cry over memories and thoughts,
And I don't even know what I want from life anymore,
because I had it all worked out,
and my world was spun into a mess of pain and more pain,
and the silence that echos from the laughs has tortured my heart over these past 4 months,
and I still have to hide it all: Every emotion,
Because the one time I broke down they laughed,
and how am I supposed to recover from this never ending misery
when
My Truth"My life tells of lies,My Truth6 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
tales of vows and torn ties.
Of stories having names;
blank pages filling frames"
Time FlowsTime is electric,Time Flows9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just like the spheres in the clouds.
This story means so much,
To both lies, to truth and doubts.
Time flows,
Just like the blood in my head
Time breathes,
While time itself makes me sad…
Blue oceans where I thought about bathing my perfect mind…
Who am I fooling? I'm as empty as you, piece by piece I fall…
Truth and glory beyond this eddying void I cannot find!
And then I saw: the man was singing desperately, standing tall.
The desperate man is me. The story of sun and rain.
The desperate life I live is this. This story wasn't lived in vain.
Time flows and I remain behind. I'm lost again, I cann
Stars in the nightThe sun is just a star,Stars in the night9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like the others we can see from afar.
The sun is a source of life and light,
So why not the other stars we see at night?
Countless other worlds could exist.
They might be similar to ours but with a twist.
So maybe when we look up at the sky,
There might be someone looking back from up high.
There's more to this universe than we know,
But we are uncovering it's secrets, even if it's going slow.
Symphony of life: MadnessA symphony? No, a sonata? Rather an ambiguous ambition,Symphony of life: Madness11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
enslaving my words to convey illustrative addictions.
A fool's time would be spent, were they to ponder my words.
For a free stream of hopeless rubble comes only from a coward.
Yes a coward may I be, but a madman too you say?
I divulge in my likes, be them lighted halls or dark ways.
Oh a crime should it be for a young child to play;
to color the sky with the darkest shades of gray?
Is it a crime to realize ones inner being, their madness?
To see their flaws, their failures their inner sadness?
To see a lifeless garden within cacti bloomed.
A carpet of dread, flowers of deat
Not For YouWords tumble from my lipsNot For You1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Down into the depths of your soul
They hit you hard, your heart
It thumps as if it were half full
Our eyes burn like wildfires
As I sit there watching you
Nothing more is said
I guess we'll say good bye through and through
Drip, drop and then they came
Each one hit the ground
But I felt them burn my cheek
Still the silence had no shame
And then right in my gut was that knot
It twisted and twirled
My head even whirled
Longer I resisted the worse it got
He just won't understand
I'm not that person, the one
Where everything comes together as planned
You think it's a riddle
Oh, I wish it weren'
Carry Me HomeI crawl through lingered expansionCarry Me Home4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trying to reach the precipice
A sentence or two stops me
They are bland trees
The words are the dried out leaves
I brew expression but it needs more sugar
Doubt is an ocean in drought
There are no waves of thought to overlap me
I surrender to creation
And type letter by letter
Key by key
Trying to find me
But I am as lost as an imaginary friend
Invisible to the keen eyes of pretension
Find me
I am here waiting
Within these walls of words
Carry me along because I cannot walk alone
I need phrases to withstand me
Just a few words that will take me home
The Bewitching HourWaste the minutes of the day,The Bewitching Hour8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Until the clock strikes the bewitching hour,
A new horizon shines
In the dead of night
Where i can can eclipse my sins,
Fear not what the next hour will bring
In the dead of night i am disguised,
I may not see the break of dawn today
But I can hide from the danger,
Of my ever dwelling Yesterday.
HeartlessYou told me I was heartless;Heartless10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But how could that be true?
Cause even if I have no heart,
I never stopped loving you.
PerfectionFoolish I'd say, may all those bePerfection10 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
who so foolishly wish to achieve
what is approached only, never touched
Be it in your hand, but never in your clutch.
she looks the rainshe looks the rain which falls on windowshe looks the rain10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
he looks the sunset on dunes
she is in New York in their apartment
he is in a military base in Kaboul
the distance is her pain
his return is her hope
6 months already, that he is in this country
he looks at calendar
he counts down the days
in trying to stay alive
the videos messages are insufficient
he wants to kiss tenderly her lips
she wants to caress her face
and be carried away by desire
that this war stops
Synchronized HeartsWe weep for wounds not yet bornSynchronized Hearts10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We predict the patterns of storms long gone
Only after it's concrete, do we mourn
We live life expecting the next dawn
We ask for truth yet prefer the lies
We pity the foolish and decry the wise
We sketch blueprints for mountains we can't make
We dismay over bad and think all good is fake
To each his own, we've our selfish desires
The beauty of destruction is all too sought out
We dream for the stars, but settle for fires
We louden cacophonies to silence any doubt
So caught up in answering questions not asked yet,
We die with only one lasting regret-
We know not of who we've become.
Our mirrors a
Worth SomethingLife is so manyWorth Something1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
things; it is
so
many
things.
It is force-fed with
loneliness
unhappiness
rejection
pain
strife
hate.
And I think
it's over
far
too
quickly.
FateFearless walks in the dark part of the soulFate5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Aimless but with a unified goal
Trying to find meaning in heartless ways
Every being at the mercy of desecrated days
The Man without a FaceHe stares in a mirror through eyes clogging tearsThe Man without a Face11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a smirk persisting alongside; a dead, worthless sneer.
He stares hard yet recognizing not the man he sees
recognizing that man is a desperately elevated dream of his
He wonders if his deeds - reflected - are right
he betrayed his friends, he abandoned his wife
reasons always lurk in the pits of the mind
yet so dark? At times his cynical heart reclined.
He smiled on insults and laughed in disgrace
he knew not what he was so he altered his face
with each turn and bend, with each traffic light
his face twist and turned, losing remnants of sight.
A con you could say, no one pronounced
New EyesI have new eyesNew Eyes9 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Things now won't be in disguise
They will be so clear
Because the truth lies
Behind my lies
New eyes
I must be careful
I must be wise
For things might be different
But There won't be any surprise
Because the light in me will rise
I won't be blind
I won't be tied
To old things in me died
New eyes
New heart
Don't you see what lies behind the lies?
Come & see through my eyes
Ghada Rustom
The promise you madeThe breeze so cold; carrier of the sorrowful tiding;The promise you made11 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Wingless Angels were we, yet my heart felt like gliding.
The steepness of your eyes, the endowed visage,
outshining the splendor of nature's foliage
Words wedged in the throat, too shy to be eloquent.
Thus I replied with a smile, yet happiness... distant.
I sighed, a deep slumbering sound, complimenting a tear
for reality had realized my worst nightmare.
Oh the days spent moseying through dense shrubs,
by the beauty of the summer spring where dwell the cherubs.
Oh we shared twice the sorrow as we shared each others pain
yet our memoirs, our companionship let the pain not remai
Sta.sh
