Lovely GirlSoft and brown, her hair waved at me
with a whisper and a giggle,
her smile a hint of more
and a promise of adventure.
Her flirting glances weren't needy,
or forward in an unseemly way,
just perfect and lovely
in a most adorable fashion.
The evening carried on
as evenings do,
and our glances back and forth
We only spoke that once,
as we passed in the hall,
but her voice and mine
After midnight when she left,
I followed her outside,
not wanting to be lost
without her touch or smile.
She was gone too quick,
I'd missed her, and my chance,
but once I came back in,
I found she'd not yet left.
Another look, another grin,
and her hair, oh that hair,
it wanted to be stroked
if time and place would give.
We found a place, a space,
and spoke at last for long,
minutes into hours,
as guests all took their leave.
And as the time ticked on,
and as the party died,
the time to act had come,
the perfect way to close.
We leaned in near and kissed,
a gentle, perfect bond,
depression[read slowly if you can for best effect]depression3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your lonely heart keeps beating
despite your absent soul,
as thoughts of greater caring
just leave you less than whole.
The ways and truths of sadness
have emptied from within,
the darkness that absorbs you
is Heaven's greatest sin.
The hole just opens deeper,
the silence never stops,
now all the missing laughter
has left you in this box.
You cannot shake it off you,
the numb of painless pain,
when nothing all around you
will help you win this game.
can ever dry
you never cry.
the tormentThe hope for more than friendship,the torment3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the sideways sometimes wish,
the dream so reoccurring
for maybe just one kiss.
We have a more-than-something,
I know it must be true,
but when I try to find it,
it's lost inside of you.
The mass of thoughts I fight with,
confusion's greatest friend,
I want what's best for someone,
but hearts they do offend.
So am I just a dreamer,
a nuisance and a jerk?
Or am I causing troubles,
Unwittingly some hurt?
I know I should just realize
this friendship is enough,
but that won't stop the torment
of unrequited love.
just illusionSemi-sweet dances of the etherealjust illusion3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
mixed with the magic of ministry
and the silhouette of a dream
once seen, once found.
I walked along the foggy boardwalk
of my imagination,
danced with the past in expectation
of a future together.
We lived that night, that morning
in ways we wanted to forever,
meanings and messages around us,
living, breathing, pulsing within.
The careful obstructions remind us
why we came here in the first place,
who we arrived with and why,
and when we're scheduled to leave.
The mist is clearing, messages too,
and clarity appears like a rainbow,
a concrete sentence of truth
in a sky often filled with clouds.
The dance never ends,
nor the walk through the fog,
but together we know,
the illusion is just.
Unrequited FriendshipsHe began as just a new friend, a guyUnrequited Friendships2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who I hoped to get to know better, and
click with in any way possible, and
be with in any land, time, or season.
It became an obsession, a hobby,
a way to pass the time, to pass through life,
to imagine a false reality
that would never, ever come true for me.
He cared about me, and we were close, but
my imagination lifted him from
this world and into my own, a place where
I got everything I ever wanted.
It was an unhealthy fantasy land
where I believed too much, I believed too
greatly in the false hope of my heartstrings,
the fake daydream of my mind's creation.
He saw through my false hopes, and he saw through
my obsession, and he saw through my dreams,
and he saw me for who I really was,
a boy with a crush who just...wouldn't...stop.
And when he left me,
but kept repeating
I kept dreaming
I kept learning
I kept dreaming
I kept learning
Over and over, I made this mistake,
over and over, I'd take and I'd take,
living and learnin
The GlanceVision dictates passion.The Glance11 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Passion dictates lust.
Lust pretends to teach us
all we know and trust.
We fall for it so often,
the lie of just one glance,
the hope for something darker,
the chance for new romance.
All in just one moment,
all within a stare,
we think we know someone:
we hope, and dream, and dare.
Thinking they may like us,
and feeling just the same,
guessing all the signals
exchanged within the game.
But once the stare is over,
the accidental look,
we see the wrong before us:
the glance that we mistook.
The dreamer never stops dreamingWishing for the daylightThe dreamer never stops dreaming2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to stay a little longer,
praying for the sunshine
to keep me feeling stronger,
bracing for a new day
to bring me more to conquer.
Hoping for a new soul,
new life to give me power,
rinsing me all over,
with energizing showers,
wishing that just somehow
it all comes true this hour.
Praying for a new day,
with happy kinds of weather,
a dreamy kind of dream,
a hope-filled sweet endeavor,
complete with all my love,
and lasting 'til forever.
Yet even when my dreams come true,
I'm still wishing, hoping, praying
Keep It GoingThe dream you dreamed not long agoKeep It Going2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
is always close at hand,
like firewood that needs a push,
rekindling as it's fanned.
To have the dream is half the work,
and only just the start;
you need to keep it raging strong
to satisfy your heart.
A nudge or two might be enough
to get it burning bright,
but dreams are made of purest love,
and worth the lasting fight.
Saturday Morning CoffeeThe first sips of coffeeSaturday Morning Coffee2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a Saturday morning
fill me to the top
I drink from the cup of now;
worries about yesterday's stress
or the checklists of tomorrow
have no place in my today.
The sweetened taste of everything
is here in front of me,
and the cream of a sweet dream
mellows in this mixture.
I stir in my weekend,
and drip out my plans,
as I sit back and am,
here in this moment, now.
Life Is NowBefore the birds begin to wake,Life Is Now1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and the sun first peeks her head
above the trees, the dreams you make
are still at dance within your bed.
It's all defied as you create,
flying through this heaven's gate,
there you are the sun,
there you find the sum
of this your special fate.
Listen! Hear them call you!
Feel it! Feel them pull you!
Feel them lift you up, bring you up,
spring you up, and everything you up!
The sun has yet to claim the day,
the night still owns your soul,
so dance and sing and fly away:
the you once lost is now the whole.
Life is here! Life is now!
Find out why and find out how!
Brace yourself for all the smiles
that welcome you for miles and miles!
The birds are not yet chirping.
Their nest is dark and still.
But with the sun they start to sing,
and dreams depart until, until...
depression.with thunder criesdepression.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and lightning eyes,
she crawls inside,
darkening my mind
as we entwine,
and every time,
i'm open wide.
DepressionAll I want from life is death,Depression5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so rob me now of my last breath.
To find relief from depression
is my only obsession.
So sing me to sleep
with your broken melody,
as I drift into a world unknown....
EscapeI'm trying to escape,Escape10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trying to get away,
trying to ignore what they do,
forget about what they say.
No move I ever make,
can ever be one right,
every simple thing I say,
always starts a fight.
I'm sorry I'm not perfect,
the way I'm supposed to be,
the thing is your slowly killing me,
why can't you see?
I'd really like to run away,
where someone would understand,
to someone who could see my pain,
and gently take my hand.
Broken-Hearted BisexualIs it strange that I think he’s cute?Broken-Hearted Bisexual3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it wrong that I think she’s hot?
Ask me a question – I’m not mute.
Is this wrong? Of course it’s not.
Why should I care if I like a guy?
Why should I care if I like a chick?
I think I love him – don’t know why.
It’s time to party – I’ll take my pick.
I love his hair, his boyish smile,
I like her eyes, the way she winks.
I’m in his arms – come dance awhile,
I’m happy, who cares what society thinks.
I feel his chest, the soft tender skin,
Her cheeky grin, her tongue on my lips.
I’m safe with him – I’m lost within,
The flick of her hair, the sway of her hips.
I’m a bisexual; I know it’s hard,
For you to admit I’m not like you.
Society’s disapproval left me scarred,
So get out – it’s time you flew.
I’ve loved a lass,
And I’ve loved a guy,
My heart shattered like glass,
So I guess again I’ll try.
PE: Poetry Forms- An A-Z An A-Z of Poetry Forms!PE: Poetry Forms- An A-Z3 years ago in Literature Features More Like This
To kick start this week at projecteducate, we're starting off with a slightly lighter-hearted article listing just some of the poetic forms that exist out there. Lets be honest, there are hundreds and we can't list every single one. This is just a slice of the forms out there and if you are wishing to expand your understanding of different forms, do some research and don't take this as gospel!
Each form has a direct link to a site that describes the form in more detail, usually with examples too. I have also included some good examples from dA when I have found them.
Yes some of these link to wikipedia!
ABC- A poem where each word, line or stanza starts with the next continuous letter of the alphabet. Also known as an "Abcedarian"
Intonation.I'm sorry, I still love you.Intonation.4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm sorry. I still love you.
I'm sorry! I still love you!
But I'm sorry I still love you.
Come with meYou cry yourself to sleep thinking about him don't you?Come with me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You think he was the best don't you?
Still he left you with the pieces of your heart scattered across the floor,
He turned around and went out breaking the door.
Yet a part of him stayed behind,
A little seed whose roots grew too deep
All the way down to your heart,
And the thick branches reached your brain
Blocking the view of what is ahead of you.
I am so sad girl, you fought so hard
Yet alone you could not survive the harsh conditions of the battle field.
All those months of joy and hard work reduced to tears in your pillow
All your hopes and dreams of a beautiful relationship are now smeared in tissues.
Such a shame you fell into those ways,
Love can be a weapon of mass destruction if is not handled with care.
So please let me show you my view
I promise pain, tears, shame, fear and all of those things
But I also promise we will carry out those obstacles with a smile
Your heart will be hit but it will never become a casualty.
Half of my HeartKnows the reason behind the unknown.Half of my Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can tell you why I sometimes cry at night.
Explains why lives cross paths.
Is amazed by what the world can do.
Could tell you why I'm depressed a lot.
Loves the way you and I feel.
Still sleeps with a stuffed animal.
Will remember what it feels like to love.
Helps me through a day in the unknown.
Never shows how I'm feeling.
Wont tell you what I'm thinking.
Can't explain why I am, who I am.
Just In CaseShe reached for her mirror beside the stack of books, and began the ritual. Check the eyes, check the ears, check the face, check the hair. Looking decent enough for the kitchen made no sense, but she always felt it best, just in case. Just in case someone watched her through the kitchen window, or her doorbell rang at 7:30 in the morning, or any number of improbable circumstances. I must always be presentable.Just In Case2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Setting the mirror back down carefully, she breathed out a sigh of acceptance, a promise to make this day more special than the last. Pulling aside the bedspread, she slid her legs out, and moved her feet comfortably into her slippers.
The coffee seemed to make itself, the way she moved so quickly around the kitchen, not even thinking any more of where the various parts were hidden away. The filters, the coffee, the sugar, and the cream. In just a few minutes' time, her toast was up and her coffee poured.
She sat dow
Still StandingShe's tougher than she looks,Still Standing4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You should have never judged the cover of her book,
Shaken but not stirred, she will never be unnerved.
If you think that you broke her, you are sadly mistaken,
The red headed step child, she's use to pain,
Bad days come and go, that's just the way it is.
Sorry you didn't get it,
She's made up of complex pieces,
Heart as wide as the ocean, capable of forgiving those who don't deserve it.
You did your dirt, not caring who you hurt,
Nothing but deception was thrown in her direction.
Still standing where you left her, stronger than she was before,
She may be a little bit shaken but not at all stirred.
Starlight ShoalsStarlight Shoals3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I took a walk down starlight shoals,
Before the sunrise came;
I gathered pieces of shattered souls,
No one but them to blame.
I gave my life for a stranger's strife,
Entombed within the sand;
I wrote my name with a reaper's scythe,
Engraved upon the land.
I waxed and waned above the moon,
Bringing birth to children two;
I watched the twins go out at noon,
Watched one return and one consumed.
I cut my hand and let it bleed,
Too young to dress the wound;
I saved a plant and dropped a seed,
But never saw it bloom.
I ran a mile and doubled back,
Yet never found the start;
I loved a friend and wanted more,
But suffered a broken heart.
I reached for heaven with both my hands,
And the earth gave way beneath me;
I saw a pair of golden bands,
And knew they would deceive me.
I lay in bed on a night for thanks,
Four years and three months ago;
I left the soldiers' broken ranks,
And struck off on my own.
I never asked to be this way,
To walk down starlight shoals;
I'm paying the price we all must
Nothing But A FantasyI felt his lips brush softly against my neck. His hand caressed my waist tenderly as his other hand knotted in my hair. His warm breath tickled me. His legs pressed against mine.Nothing But A Fantasy4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He moved his mouth to my ear and muttered sweet temptations to me. This left me only to reply with―
But he stopped me by placing his mouth on mine. He licked my lips and asked to enter, which I gratefully allow. His tongue slipped into my mouth and began to explore my moist craven. His tongue danced with my own. They slid and entwined together.
Suddenly as the kiss started it ended. He withdrew his tongue and began place butterfly kisses all over my neck. He moved down to my collar bone and stopped at the brim of my shirt. I looked down at him questioningly, feeling my heart clench in my chest. He didn't look up at me. He released my waist and hooked the brim with his fingers and pulled it down slightly. The site of the top of my breast came into view.
He pulled my shirt back up and looked awa
'Best Friend'You left me here,'Best Friend'9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
alone in the cold.
I can almost see the wind blow.
It brings back memories,
memories of you.
The way you used to smile,
you know, back we were two.
three musketeers minus one, "best friends".
The warth of your hug,
and those silly jokes you told,
while trying to cheer me up, force one smile out of me.
I opened up to you, telling you everything.
& now thinking back I realize...
you told me nothing.
Nothing worth knowing, anyway.
Whatever happened? Did you just get bored?
I'm not always cheery, not always interesting,
but I thought best friends was more than that.
Maybe I was too eager,
eager to believe I finally had someone,
some to call my best friend.
you were the closest to it,
almost the closest I'd ever had.
now you're just every other "friend" in the hallway.