How to Write the Perfect Poem.How to Write the Perfect Poem.
Through her misty tears
She wrote about writing
She back spaced
Her smile became a frown
For she could not express
How simple it was
To get lost in
How a simple poem
Made her cry
How could you explain that
How could you say
What it was like to
Cry, as you expressed
What you were trying to say
Trying to tell her
That little girl
That is me
How to love.
A Leased SoulIt's the sadness that surrounds himA Leased Soul4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you look and stare at the scene
Trying to capture what is happening
The loss, the hate, the scream
Stuck alone in his house
Rain pouring down outside
He howls to the moonlight
Fear is just catching his pride
Lost as tears come
He makes an effort to leave
He cannot reach the doors' handle
The scare has left him to his knees
The hours past slowly
The rain beats outside still
Grasping onto the door
He catches the winds' brutal chill
And slowly as he walks
To their favourite wooden bench
The rain there piercing through
The garbage, the rotten stench
And he sits there with her cane
never thought I'd be like thisI never thoughtnever thought I'd be like this4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd be like this,
with broekn smiles
and scarred up wrists.
No, I never thought
I'd be like this
back when my world
was filled with joy.
I would cry so much,
and have to remember
faded out scars.
I never thought
I would feel alone
when I was a little girl.
Back when days were simple
and cooties still existed.
When I'd smile and play,
and had such big dreams.
of reaching for the sky,
of singing on stage,
and becoming president.
but it never crossed my mind
that I'd feel pain,
and cry so much
and that my pleas would go unheard
I thought the world
was a happy place,
for me as a little girl,
and I never though
Mother Earth, I'm So SorryI have forgotten how we got hereMother Earth, I'm So Sorry10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why did we do this
Mother earth is crying
As we bomb each other to dust
This was foreseen
Are we blind?
Can't we see?
That we cause this pain and misery
Has the telly destroyed our feelings?
Are we blind?
Do we not see?
As the butterfly Runs away
It's wings are cut off
No more dreams of happiness
No more laugher in the streets
This was foreseen
Are we blind?
Can't we see?
This is not fair these chilly screams
As the children of the future are being murdered
I think we see
But our deaf ear is in the way
How can we have forgotten
About the camps
Have we all bent over
Are we someone's b
The Bitch GoddessHer eyes glinted goldThe Bitch Goddess4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and her lips tasted of star-dust,
in the right light her smile was
full of allure, but an unknown
shadow belied concealed cruelty.
Gilded fingers beckoned
and desire followed
in a blind lust, but she
reveled only half-truths.
She demanded more
than just a soul or a life
for fidelity, she could
take everything in a breath.
Her offerings unpredictable,
to rise or fall at a flick
of her eye brow,
she remained indifferent to
devotion, however earnest.
Acting upon whims all her own,
effortlessly she became disinterested,
constantly sacrifice must be offered
to appease her.
She laughed at misfortune
BlankLet your mind run riotBlank8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let your mind be your Universe
be what you want to be
because you are god
The taste of blood."Tell me. Those voices. What do they do?"The taste of blood.4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"They ... they talk."
"What do they talk about?"
"They give you orders?"
"What kind of orders?"
Taste my blood,
crimson tears flowing in caverns of a hollow body.
Taste my blood,
liquid chains squeezing my achromatic lungs.
Taste my blood.
Taste my cries,
water that comes out as a bit too salty.
Taste my cries,
fake venom from snakes' tongues.
Taste my cries.
Taste my skin,
layer peeling off a plastic doll.
Taste my skin,
broken patterns of an ivy.
Taste my skin.
Taste my eyes,
I do not
The PageThe blank page mocks meThe Page5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Staring at me, saying
I am blank
Fill me with your writing
Tell me your agony
Let me know your secrets
And I stare back
Living a Lie.Living a Lie.Living a Lie.5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You say things you don't mean when you're angry.
You call me a waste of space and that you can't stand me.
When the dust settles you say you don't mean it.
You say I should know better than to believe it.
As usual I foolishly upkeep your illusive hold on me.
I allow you to mute my thoughts and take control of me.
You promise and reassure me that it will never happen again.
That this is the last time and you will put it all to an end.
But I know promises only comfort fools,
Who readily allow others to pull the wool
Over our eyes because it is easier to swallow the lies.
Can it be a mistake if it happens more than tw
At Any MomentAt any moment, we could get lucky;At Any Moment8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Win the lotto, get a promotion, go on a date,
Go to a party, eat with our friends,
At any moment, misfortune could come;
It starts raining, train comes late, food is under-cooked,,
You are robbed, have a fight,
She leaves you...
At any moment, a loved one could die;
Heart attack, car accident, building collapse,
Lung cancer, murdered on the streets,
It leaves you empty...
At any moment, your life could be cut mercilessly short,
And yet, after everything else,
You don't care...
FragileI know that you're broken,Fragile5 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And that all your pieces are scattered,
I know that you're bruised,
And that your pale skin is battered.
I can see the scars,
That you're trying to hide,
And I can see the hurt,
Burried beneath your pride.
You're barely holding together,
Your tattered, fraying threads,
The harder you try to keep it in,
The more the hole spreads.
Stop trying to battle alone,
When I'm here with my sword in hand,
I can help you pick up the pieces,
And there'll be nothing we can't withstand.
Don't give up the fight,
My friend who is so fragile,
Take my hand and let me hold you,
Let me love you for a while.
Artistic RevolutionArtistic Revolution5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Paint is slandered all over the walls
Music and laughter can be heard through the halls
Merry men are dancing on the stage
Be it young, old or whatever the age
Songs are echoing through the building
Full of emotion, full of feeling
As it collides with the drawings on the ceiling
Creating something new and appealing
As from the back rooms flow the words
Debates, poetry, stories about flying as a bird
Rhyme and rhythm
If you use them that is your freedom
That building is growing too small
As many want to join and walk through this hall
So perhaps it is time to expand
And spread art all over the land
The Poets GoodbyeThe wind blown leaf is deadThe Poets Goodbye4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Both life and strength undone
Words echo in the poet's head
And it seems the end has won
To soar on ink stained wings
Memories must suffice
No more dreaming soul to sing
For all the world is ice
Quill that wrote lies broken
Poor inkwell drained and dry
The cruel fates have spoken
No need to sit and cry
Paper poems burning
Lost words that painted life
Silent poet yearning
Surrendering to strife
Chasing after rainbows
Still clinging on to hope
Sleep then in falling snow
And watch your dreams elope
Leaf that keeps on clinging
Fall gently to the ground
No more songs for singing
Cold winds the onl
Winding WindWinding Wind7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The roar of distant winds
Whisper of a sailing sin
Innocence drowns in forgiveness
Blind to false iridescence
Moving air levitates that sweet soul
To caress the heightened toll
Don't fall, don't fall
Plug your ears, it's a siren's call
Hang on to gravity's weight
Save yourself from the heartache
No matter how soft the breeze
Breaks will never pass with ease
Bringing despair no other could create
Comes the wind's reincarnate
Such a charming song it sings
Waiting for the chance to sting
On smiling eyes is the casted spell
Before the defeated yelp
Don't cry, don't cry
You've yet to reach the sky
Time is an unending film
Soul CollectorBloody murdererSoul Collector8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Damned soul collector
Tell me, how could you extort the life out of those shiny, brown eyes?!
I'm vividly smiling as he slowly dies
Tell me, didn't you fell a thing while giving the poisonous kiss?
I feel every beating of his heart as we are immersing in the bliss
A soul collector, destroyer of the mind,
I'm about to extinguish his light, to leave him lost and blind
I'll encage his ripped soul,
Just after he'll lose the self-control
Don't drag another soul into your disgrace,
Just one more blanked face
Don't kill again with your breath-taking embrace,
The Intelligent Are So SadA cascade of words parade around,The Intelligent Are So Sad8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
with thoughts of atoms and connotation.
She is brilliant, they say,
but she knows she is lost.
Numbers are her companion,
she understands their mean, average.
Words can twist her brain,
she loves the wonder they bring.
She is intelligent, they say,
she doesn't feel clever enough.
Sometimes she feels clever too much.
Excusez-moi, in perfect French,
but nothing is gained by perfect word tense.
She is clever, they say.
But she is not clever the way they know.
She sees things as they are,
and she prefers her thoughts to the world.
She knows she loves them more than they in return
Why I Write"Why I Write"Why I Write5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I tried to cover my darkest parts
With compound words and works of art
But no matter how much I change
My destiny will remain the same
Writing down elusive nightmares
Drawing monsters and evil to share
In the midst of the night during rain and hail
I found a way to release pain and exhale
I found a way so when I'm alone
To the eyes of others I can show
Hoping maybe to receive some compassion
For all the misery and woes that have happened
Isn't that why we paint?; isn't that why we write?
Trying to find solace in the air of the night
While others look on and may be amused
I continue confused; my soul has been bru
If you do not mind.I am going to write a poem here, if you do not mind.If you do not mind.3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hope my thoughts will not be confined.
I do not wish to hold them back,
Because if I do, I will release them in a violent attack.
Though staying silent for so long
has made it easier to play along!
It always seems to stop the pain
whenever my problem come time and time again.
So, maybe if I am silent and wait
Mercy will be shown on me by the fickle finger of fate.
My thoughts so often will fall behind,
So, I am going to write a poem here, if you do not mind.
SighLast night, I saw you.Sigh3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I got butterflies in my stomach.
When you realized it was me,
You ran and gave me the tightest hug I've ever gotten.
My heart was beating so fast..
You looked into my eyes,
and I felt at home there.
Many people wanted your attention.
You had a great performance.
I'm so proud of you!
That was the first time I'd seen you in weeks.
You've been so busy.
I was hoping to talk with you more.
You left me with butterflies the rest of the night.
And I realized I had the opportunity to spend more time with you last night.
I'm such a fool.
Now I'm sitting here, waiting, and hoping for a reply.
You're still so busy.
Visual Signs (The Wind)Visual signsVisual Signs (The Wind)3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you in my mind
Don't make me blind
Get behind me
I'm leaving to where
The northwest wind blows
Where the gentle wind
Reaches my satisfaction
I walk in the same haze
It just feels so good
I feel so satisfied
With the mellow wind
Blowing left and right of me
I have nothing to lose
Except for my life
So my only wish
Is to have the wind
Touch my skin before I fall
I won't ever forget the wind
Now that I know what wind is
Don't ask me to forget it
Anthem of the Battered PublicAnthem of the PublicAnthem of the Battered Public4 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
To the song of “Battle Hymn of the Republic”
I've seen the blood, the blood dripping down the noose,
I tried to talk you down but it really was no use,
You found it in yourself that great and terrible excuse,
But we all keep marching on.
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory, what's it to ya?
Glory Glory, glad I knew ya,
And we'll all keep marching on.
The gray falling ashes will be covering our boots,
When the the world stops turning and we've blown out every fuse,
They'll say there’s no hope for us so set Anarchy loose,
But we'll all keep marching on.
Glory, glory hallelujah!
Glory, glory, what's
Sorrows of the forgottenSplatter, splatter running like a batter.Sorrows of the forgotten5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Blades a plenty, very mighty
The eyes of impurity, shadows like none other.
Sly as a fox, cool as a tiger. Shadowed among us, the living dead.
Ever changing, light of darkness. Be my immortal, be forever
Bitersweet, forgiving of the pain
Shadowed, never ending. Sorrows of the forgotten.
Sadness, a flowing river. Desires unknown, bring me to a new place.
I am a fox, and you are a sheep. Attacking, draining the life out of you.
Dead man walking, no end in sight.