Miaow"Miaow" said the kitten
Messing around with a mitten
She had small ears and little white socks
Then on the door came 3 loud knocks
"Miaow" she said another time
As the doorbell began to chime
She heard a bolt, she heard a key
She wondered out to go see
Who it was that she could hear
With her tiny kitten ear.
SundropoSundrop3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
rise and rage
with a new year
untamed and glorious,
pulling the years together
with a snap of your fingers.
but some days you are languid,
stretching like the summer dusting
of freckles along your forearms, the
slumberous strands of hair shuttering
your sky-eyes from the morning light.
on these days, I think the earth spins
slower and the birds sing a little
quieter. on these days, I look
at you and I think:
My lone RoseYou stand alone.My lone Rose6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Like the reddest of roses on an open and barren plain,
The striking crimson on a bleak and grey backdrop
Catches every eye that glances across the hollow atmosphere.
Cast out from the bed of dozens,
Your thorns cut too deep,
Standing as one,
It was the loneliness you chose to keep.
And you now strike a chord,
In every living being,
Your beauty is dangerous,
But well worth seeing.
So cut as deep as you can,
I need something to remember you by,
A small scar across my heart will be just fine.
Your Heart Is A Song BookYour heart is a songbook,Your Heart Is A Song Book6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Bound together with time alone.
The parchment is stained with a life time of experience
And you sing melodies a pure as a snowy winter morning.
But you sing to a different tune
And your lyrics are not clear,
What is it that you sing of?
I am eager to hear.
If I could I would read you, I would,
But you keep yourself hidden and obscured
By walls and bars of the coldest steel.
What is it that you cry for?
I am dying to know.
If I could hear you, I would dance the same dance,
I would march to the same beat.
But you are stuck in your cage, and I on the outside.
What magic is your lifes song made of?
Could I be your dancer?
Or how about your abracadabra?
What must I do to set you free?
The rhymes chanted to free your magical aura,
I would chant them untill I have no more breath.
The exotic strides and bounds of your dance,
I will learn them even if it takes a life time.
What ever you are missing I will find it.
Who ever you are seeking I will find them.
I am here, s
LegendsThey say a warrior died today,Legends4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Or so they'd seen, or so they'd heard...
His pennant fluttered to the ground and stirred
A final breath of dust.
They say he was a righteous man
Always true, and kind, and just
A man to call upon and trust
Beside you in a fight.
They say his strength was paralleled
By none who'd ever walk his path
That those who'd suffer through his wrath
Would surely lose the battle.
They say he faced a hundred foe
All alone, a spear in hand
As bodies fell upon this land
And spears around him splintered.
They say he feared no living beast
That villains cowered in his wake
And demons in the dark would quake
When sunlight cast his shadow.
They say he brought an age of peace
A world in which the meek rejoice
The timid rise to find their voice
For he had taught them courage.
They say he never dared look back
At all those days of fame and glory
The hero never heard his story
And none who tell it knows his name.
They say he died most honorably.
Though none had seen
Too YoungToo Young6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
She's no long there,
She's no longer her.
She's all done up for another late party,
Where she doesn't belong.
She's crying, locked up in her room over the boy,
That her heart never loved.
Following the crowd,
That leaves her alone.
All the time.
The little girl you once knew,
no longer exists
She's slowly leaving her youth behind,
What happened to her?
Where is the mothers little girl,
Can you find her?
Is she even her?
...So thank you to the author Thank you to the author for every written word,...So thank you to the author6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
For every single letter that fell from your silver sword.
I know this is the end, because the ink runs dry
I look down at the paper and I begin to cry
This is the end, the final chapter, I have to say goodbye.
The fantasy has ended; the world you built will die
In memory I will keep it, inside my heart of glass
Again and again I shall reread it, until more time will pass
So thank you to the author
... For every time I smiled
Pretending To FlyJump then fall,Pretending To Fly6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Spread your arms,
Above the world,
Above it all.
Swept away with the wind,
Let freedom take flight,
Soaring through skies,
Of day and of night.
Open your eyes,
Fall back down to earth,
Feet hit the ground,
Were they always were.
Pretending to fly,
In the expanse of your mind,
Choosing a dream over reality,
Because reality left you behind.
Street PerformerA withered soul,Street Performer6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Bearing a stolen crown,
The moon lies witness,
As she screams aloud.
And yet she has no name,
And she shows no shame,
For the sins she committed,
In the devils game.
The streetlight is her spotlight,
And the pavement is her stage,
As she recites sweet nothings,
Of a past life and age.
The jeering homeless,
They are her crowd,
They pay her no pity,
They raze her to the ground.
Fiolee VC cap 9.Cap. 9Fiolee VC cap 9.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
"Día del cumpleaños"
Hoy es mi cumpleaños. No estoy muy alegre por ello, porque simplemente seria otro año mas de inmortalidad. Lo único bueno de este día es, que por fin me podre declarar a Fionna. Aunque, si me rechaza, no solo se me partirá el corazón, sino que encima se fastidiara nuestra amistad y… ¿Sabéis? Estoy empezando a dudar de si declararme o no. Solo espero que venga a mi fiesta, se lo pase bien y, bueno, que no se entere de lo de la boda, o ella, Cake, Jake y Finn me matan.
Yo: ¿Marceline? ¿Lis? ¿Que hacéis aquí? ¿No me habíais dicho que os dejara en paz?
Marceline: Si, pero, como somos tan buenas hemos venido de mi casa (Lis se quedaba unos días en casa de Marceline) para ayudarte con los preparativos de tu fiesta de cumpleaños!
Yo: Ya, corta el royo hermanita. ¿Qué me va a costar?
Marceline: ¿Pero como puedes pensar que yo te haría algo así?
Marceline: Ah… Ok. Queremos que no decidas no declararte!
Fiolee VC cap 4.Como te pille veras!!!Fiolee VC cap 4.3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Marceline apareció justo ahora.(será inoportuna la muy )
Marshall Lee- Marceline! Que haces aquí?!
Marceline-Sabes cual es el cuento de Blanca Nieves?
Marshall Lee- Si. Y?
Marceline-Pues, que le he inyectado un veneno muy parecido a tu amorcito: la besara su amor verdadero pero solo despertara 10 segundos. Para que despierte del todo los dos se tienen que casar y
Marshall Lee-QUE ACABAS DE DECIR???!!! Como te pille veras!!!
Pero Marceline iva preparada para eso y lo noqueo.
Marceline-Hermanito, los dos sabemos que tu eres su amor verdadero y viceversa. Así que por que no acabamos con esto ya de una vez?
Marshall QUE?! No! A mi no me gusta Fionna. Somos prácticamente hermanos!
Marceline- Pff! Si claro. Entonces para quien escribiste la canción? Para Bubba?
Marshall Ahh Ok. Me has pillado. Pero dime que quieres de ella!!!