The Many Attributes of HersHer Welcome
She welcomed me in a place so distraught,
yet her welcome refurbished the hut so luxurious.
Such bounties are for those who earn them;
a lucky fool I am to be close to her embrace,
for she was the basil for my ailing;
the wings for my flight;
the breath for my life.
But it was such;
she was blessed a good heart for little wealth,
an enchanting presence for a humble abode,
an inquisitive mind for little education;
she was balanced yet the scales tipped
such that life was a fraught belonging.
But dismayed not, a blissful existence;
her smile like the sparkling stars
that leave you in wonder why the Almighty
created something so beautiful yet out of grasp.
But today I mean to grasp those lights
right out of the sky and clasp to my heart.
She was lonely, but then again so are the stars.
Thus I wish to pull her down to escape that prison.
She is an ocean, exposed yet hidden;
calm yet thrashing;
a blue veil, veiling all the colors
My Truth"My life tells of lies,My Truth2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
tales of vows and torn ties.
Of stories having names;
blank pages filling frames"
A Quills LamentThere are words I sketched, remote emotions stretchedA Quills Lament2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
through the swirling strokes that matched
my own lament.
Delirious wishes once flew; many dreams came true
through hands molding exquisite brews
from which I distilled upon you.
Oh such hopes I held, from the new owner that held
the art above seduction, the lovers thrill,
the power of words - a quill.
Yet the digits I traced were of such spiteful taste;
crude criticism splashed, distorting my reflection -
burning coal thrown in my face.
My tip bled such words in red blotted ink records
no! Tears of mine as my master's will
forced the damnation of a quill.
Yet fire once spread, kills the owner that bred
it to burn, such were the words I was fed,
such were the words my peers read.
Thus, on the day long awaited, my owner was sedated
locked in dungeons unexplored, unrecorded,
for the pain exposed to the world.
Yet mistaken was I, such illusionary surprise
was in store for me as a token of gratitude. A goodbye
stated my purp
Forgotten RemainsThere once was a great nation a nation with a name.Forgotten Remains2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
But now they are the
forgotten they remain.
The memories they hold,
the tears they contain,
are theirs' alone
only theirs to atone.
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.
Theirs tales shriek through nights
their talks ignite fights
reminding of lost fame
of love, passion proclaimed.
Of days full of glory
such sad, mournful stories,
of children's laughs set ablaze
what cruel sadistic games.
Play on, it's your forte
laugh, sneer and gloat,
but Mother Nature, fools were they
hearts meant to go astray.
True, your love they betrayed
alas humans were they
FOLLOW THE CHILDNatures Tears Splash To The EarthFOLLOW THE CHILD3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Flowers And Trees They Offer Birth
Soil Caress The Warmth Of The Sun
Life's Mysteries Which Gaia Has Won
Creation Stirs Behind The Veil Of Time
Bringing Forth A New Era That Of Mankind
Though But An Ember In Natures Fires
None Has Such Strange Whims And Desires
The Candle Flickers, The Flame Dies
The Innocent Child Softly Sighs
Knowing No Shadows In Life's Light
Free From The Darkness Of Human Plight
Delicate In Thought Like Threads Of Silk
Weaved And Adorned With Gaia's Milk
Purity Of Spirit Is What Was Meant To Be
And Such A Child Shall Live For Eternity
PerfectionFoolish I'd say, may all those bePerfection3 years 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.
If We Would Only LoveIf We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us ToIf We Would Only Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
Then Mankind Would See A Better Life
Void Of Evil Greed And Strife
The World Would Be A Beautiful Place To Live
If We Would Only Learn To Give
Instead We Take And Desire Of Things
Not Blessed By HIM Who Love Did Bring
HE Came And Said My Brother Man
Accept This Gift From The Golden Lamb
Some Did Listen To The Words HE Said
Others Did Laugh And Turned Their Head
As They Nailed HIM To A Cross Of Wood
Still HE Blessed Them As Only HE Could
The Years Have Passed Since That Holy Day
When HE Walked The Earth Taking Sin Away
If We Would Only Love As HE Wants Us To
Then Our Spirits Would Soar Our Souls Renew
THE ONLY HOPE NOWOnce There Was Love; Once There Was JoyTHE ONLY HOPE NOW3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Emotions Now Shattered Like An Old Broken Toy
Confused And Dazed, Wondering Why
Soul In A Turmoil Just Wishing To Die
The Brightest Day Now Shadows Of Night
Infecting The Heart So It Sees No Light
Thoughts Entombed By What's Been Said
A Loved One Lost At Twilights Ebb
Guided By One Whose Words They Believe
Not Seeing The Venom That Flowed To Deceive
The Only Hope Now Is To Pray To The Light
To Guide Them Back To All That Is Right.
The AuthorWriters paint pictures that painters can't.The Author11 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
Nothing else mattered(French version below)Nothing else mattered4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is said that the most beautiful stories are born and die into dreams -
Ours could have been born in the shade of a moonset, lighted by a firefly sky,
On a sea so calm that you could hear it beat and feel its warmth;
And I would have braved storms to hoist the sail of our history,
Braved the streams bruised by our grieves, wrecked every reefs scented
Of the sweet aroma of temptation.
We got lost forever in the forest of oblivion
Where the leftover of our promises rot on the ground littered with corpses,
Where the roots of our world still strive to belt out,
Where desperate leaves attempt to overcome Autumn's scythe -
The only oxygen these trees breathe out is the fragrance of our wandering souls.
Rien d'autre ne comptait
On dit que les plus belles histoires naissent et meurent dans les rêves -
La nôtre aurait pu naître à l
A thousand dreams to be in your graceA thousand words I musteredA thousand dreams to be in your grace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
each word for you, more eloquent then the last.
A thousand breaths I breathed
each breath carrying my aching life unto your mast.
A thousand whispers I spread
each whisper conveying my lovers delight.
Unto you, do I bequeath my lover’s delight.
A thousand gems I mined
each gem tumbled, compared to your elegance.
A thousand cloths I refined
each cloth aches for the fair maidens tread.
A thousand roses I pursued
each rose anxious to home in your locks.
Strained - anxious to home in your locks.
A thousand songs I crafted
each song to clothe you in fine praise.
A thousand tears departed
each tear in remembrance of your face.
A thousand prayers I prayed
just to witness the bliss of being in your grace.
What more can I ask than to be in your grace?
A thousand days I waited
each day brimming hope in a hopeless heart.
A thousand burdens I weighted
each burden failing in shredding my love apart.
A thousand miles I distanced
each mile devouring upon my weariness
THE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAMEEmotions Flowed Like A Raging FireTHE BUTTERFLY WITH NO NAME3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As I watched The Birth Of Dawn
Softness And Beauty Of Stars Had Past
My Heart Still Heavy And Forlorn
My Spirit Was Ebbing I was About To Go
When Something Caught My Eye
A Solitary Cloud So Pure And White
Appeared From Way Up High
My Eyes Now Ember With Rising Sun
Saw An Amazing Sight
Within Its Fleece A Golden Glow
And A Butterfly Took Flight
Such Beauty I Had Never Seen
It Sat Upon My Hand
And Said To Me In A Voice So Soft
I Was A Spirit Of The Lamb
My Soul Was Open My Heart Poured Forth
It Listened With Silent Embrace
And When I Had Finished It Smiled At Me
With Serenity, Peace And Grace
Moments Of Silence As We Shared The Dawn
Then It Whispered It Was Time To Part
And As It Began To Fly Away
A Sudden Lightness Filled My Heart
I Watched In Joy As My Newfound Friend
Returned From Whence It Came
My Fears And Sorrows All Had Been Taken
By The Butterfly With No Name
Had I Seen The Truth Within The Cloud
I Would Have Witnessed A Wondrous Sight
For The B
She tended to flowersShe tended to flowers through the day passing by;She tended to flowers3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
she tended to flowers through the dark rising high.
She smiled as she tended and nourished the pots;
as frail as she was, this work she could not stop.
She grew each plant from each seed of each fruit
that she ate; be it weak; let it have a bent shoot.
She grew them in pots, tiny pots which she sold
"Take care" she called "they are more precious than gold!"
Her heart broke and bled and shattered some more,
when she sold pieces of her soul she yet bore.
But an old lady she was, she could not keep them all
in a house old as she was, so old and so small!
She then ushered away the children that came,
to break her little pots, for it they felt no shame.
She panted as the children laughed at "the cramped lady"
she sighed; tears welling up as she felt her belly
"Poor children ignorant you are for you don't know
the pain of losing the only child that you once sowed"
She tended the flowers as if they were her lost child;
feeling her hollow heart
The Real meThere was one time when you thought I,The Real me3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
was perfect, no defects to hide.
Impressed were all, imposed a lot,
On all your minds, but you knew not.
The truth of me, the lies I hide,
I do not lie, but hide I might.
Whatever way, deceived you are.
Blinded by, a truth so far,
So unreal, you cannot grasp.
Believe or not, its truth alas,
But hate me not, that's who I am,
But that's for me, to you I am,
Or tried to be, tried very hard.
To be a friend, one true at heart,
To help you out, fulfill your needs,
Play a small role in your deeds.
Intention wise, I will not lie,
The one thing which I ever tried,
Was to bring a smile alive,
On your lips, to do I'd die,
That's all I ask, not hair breadth much,
Erase my life, if you feel must,
From your life, your memory,
But one last thing before I leave.
Hate me if you feel to hate.
Just don't make the mistakes I made.
For, who I am, I am not proud,
Truth is that I myself doubt.
What I was, I lived in pain,
My life was shadowed in constant rain,
I was sorrowful oh rainFailures cling desperately to my crippled acts.I was sorrowful oh rain3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What meaning has life following deserted tracks?
Lost all I have; heeds no one still
my thoughts distraught, my heart 's ill
I wail in seclusion within plain barren lands
praying help shall descend through mysterious hands
But a dream would it be wishing, a foolish one too;
all men are happy and content; their sky depicts blue
Yet my sky growls and cries, for thunder reigns high
but I yearn for this thunder; for this rain to come by
A raindrop with a plop splashes my face
it wipes off the tears that have stained my façade
My whimpers grow silent, the wind hushes up.
Like a slow paced violin, the tears start to drop.
I smile through sky's tears; the hum fills my ears;
the raindrops from heaven descend dissolving my fears
Be no mans grace open, my companion's the sky.
It shares my own sorrows; it too weeps and cries.
My hands rise up high as I thank gain n again,
"Blessed be you for coming for I was sorrowful oh rain!"
I laugh out alou
Are you scared?Would you like to play a game; a game based on chance?Are you scared?3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you win, your reward will be awakening from this trance
From these dreams, these disillusions, these harsh subjugations;
These nightmares, these terrors, these frustrating constructions;
Upon midnight, by the deserts moon, rise these shadow's delight
Dancing, pouncing, chanting, till they burn out by twilight
Their awakening frightens you? Are you truly scared?
Figments of your imaginations, illusions declared
Dreams of tragedy interspersed with melancholy
Myriads of shadows locked in webs, a discordant hegemony
Necrotic perforations, no doubt sadistic manipulations
But isn't that what you are; a chord of vicious lamentations.
A HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAYIf There's Someone You Love, Someone You've WrongedA HUG IS ALL YOU'LL NEED TO SAY3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And You Don't Know What To Say -
Don't Shrug Your Shoulders, Giving Up Hope
Leaving It For Another Day
For Life's Wake Is Short, Don't You Know
There May Be No Words To Hear -
As You Place The Flowers, Shed Your Tears
Upon The Earth Holding Someone So Dear
Your Mind In A Daze, Emotions On Fire
Wishing You Could Turn Back Time -
As You Gaze Upon A Loved Ones Grave
Memories Of When Everything Was Fine
If There's Someone You Love, Someone You've Wronged
Don't Leave It For Another Day -
With Love In Your Heart, Hug Them Close
It's All The Words You'll Need To Say
Life will laugh at youYou breathe the air to live a life,Life will laugh at you3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
a life without the will to strive.
BUT to strive one does decide,
a plan to be, a plot devised.
A tragedy; someone's demise;
a family, of troubles rise.
Accept defeat, defeat the lies,
mold the lies in truths disguise.
Which brings a change, the mind divides,
Chastise the plans revised.
But slowly fading in the sky,
our dreams too die, you're left to die,
to rot in some troubled domain,
you're all alone, but whose to blame.
For back away, it is the same;
no past of dreams, no struggling aim.
A blind attempt purchasing fame,
But in the end it brings no gain.
Just a tale of endless pain;
Agonizing acid rain.
But who's to blame? You played a game?
Of tying life and dreams again?
People like you, fools alike,
Forsaken beings, a scornful sight.
For dream you did and dreams decide,
What's your worth and what's your might!
And left at mercy of the night,
Whether you die or see the light,
Be it the case you're one of few,
for whom this life will laugh at you
Lesson RevisedWhat is sweeter than a lieLesson Revised11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
that implies that you’re
all one needs? Or the berries that
numb your senses with sweetness,
then numb you forever…
Not all sweets are healthy
not all that glitters, gold.
And that is a lesson of life -
One more chance"I’d reach your soul andOne more chance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clasp it through those eyes if they'd
just open again"
Dreams come trueI don't wish perfection and for those who do -Dreams come true10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They're just dreaming dreams, never meant to come true.
The lilies she lent (old)The lilies she lent (old)3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
In some mystic woods, bloomed an innocent bud
It nurtured delicately; from the vile world she was shut.
But alas; 'fore she left, ten love lilies of red,
that withered only at her will, she plucked.
She roamed the wide plains, with her beauty ablaze;
her scent aromatic, earning many a praise.
Yet gullible was she; the sprout of love
homed in her when she met the boys gaze.
Such charm and enchantment; oh what lovely art!
His ways did betray purity of the heart
his wines curled around the innocent girl,
poisoning her soul with his impulsive darts.
Yet one, con by birth, never has a strong hold
over one true love only, thus her love he sold.
For worthless gains oh such pain the girl felt.
With her will, one love lily withered in cold.
Yet he tricked once again; a true fiend was he
and innocent she was, she blindly agreed
to give him a try, only one try, no more
had she only known how deceitful he could be.
He broke 'gain the ties, he engulfed her in pain
another lily did wilt, each
EternityEternity3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
'Don't go towards the light.'
It's amusing to consider how mankind always attempts a grasp at the unknown, pointlessly peddling their theories on one another in a endless struggle to understand what, simply put, cannot be understood. Perhaps we should consider that the mind is not yet capable of comprehending the concept of 'undefined,' just as it cannot truly grasp the idea of infinity or true nothingness
Regardless, the way we go about it, you would think there was a bright silver path waiting for us on the other side. That when our brush with death becomes more than a passing touch there must be some clear moment for us to decide 'to go, or not to go?'
But no and now, looking back, I don't fathom how I could ever have believed that.
I remember the feeling only too well, like being suspended in warm nothingness, held firm in all directions by a gentler force than gravity. By t