Earth ChildEarth Child8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the darkest void,
A child is born,
Within a bright light,
Filled with joy.
She grows to be a beautiful lass,
With laughter and smiles,
She brings happiness to life,
Filling it with beings of light.
Time passes by,
She grows as well to give birth to a child,
Which shall live within her Heart,
That is why she will be called Mother Earth.
UntitledI'm not a dogUntitled6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
if I had a dog that ran away
and then it decided to come home
with its tail between its legs
I don't think I'd beat it.
I'm not a dog.
She Isn't Sorry...Somberly pacing darkened halls,She Isn't Sorry...7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She harkens to the midnight calls
Of silken-shrouded, haunted Things
Which soar on ghastly cobwebbed wings...
Her honeymoon ended in a flash
Of steel; her knife left a gash
Deep in her lover's faithless heart;
Such is the price of seducing art!
Primly she sits in her padded cell,
Smiling as she harkens to the knell
Of funereal chimes in the graveyard cold;
"They're burying him in the dark dank mould!"
heartbeatas i see your love open the doorheartbeat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& feeling my heartbeat...
thank you for fighting.
i feel your heartbeat.
they seem all intertwined
& better together, as
i start to believe ♥
This Corner I Hide InIn this cornerThis Corner I Hide In8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hide from myself
From my pains
And my fears
And then from others
Their mocking cruelty
And their arrogance
In this corner
And in this corner
Dream of a world
And without fear
A world of pleasure
A world which cannot
Beyond this corner
I hide in
The Worldthe world is a vicious placeThe World9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it’s a never ending cycle
tragedy upon tragedy
wars, famine, death, and disease
but all it take is a smile
a few kind words
some love and care
to give us hope
to keep pushing us forward
to make life worth living
River of dreamsRiver of dreamsRiver of dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I float away on the river of dreams,
Lying awake and dreaming all the same,
The river of dreams,
The river of fright,
The river of love,
Tis that not home to me,
But as a dungeon,
I run and run,
Yet I am still,
It has cursed my lovely soul,
The river of dreams,
Quite seems like a lovely place,
But tis not,
Here lies the death of our souls,
Tis only my biggest fears will awaken my enchanted soul.
MonopedI am a tin toy soldier, marching in life's grand parade.Monoped2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I keep on falling over because I only have one leg.
I cannot run, they only gave me one...
My last 6 words before death IIIMy last 6 words before death IIIMy last 6 words before death III6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I KNOW how to kill zombies!
-SophieCT, 22 june 2013
Ce monde sans issue- par Gaston MironCe monde sans issueCe monde sans issue- par Gaston Miron5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
- par Gaston Miron
Pleure un peu, pleure ta tête, ta tête de vie
dans le feu des épées de vent dans tes cheveux
parmi les éclats sourds de béton sur tes parois
ta longue et bonne tête de la journée
ta tête de pluie enseignante
ta tête de mort
et ne pouvant plus me réfugier en Solitude
ni remuer la braise dans le bris du silence
ni ouvrir la paupière ainsi
qu’un départ d’oiseau dans la savane
que je meure ici au cœur de la cible
au cœur des hommes et des horaires
car il n’y a plus un seul endroit
de la chair de solitude qui ne soit meurtri
même les mots que j’invente
ont leur petite aigrette de chair bleuie
souvenirs, souvenirs, maison lente
un cours d’eau me traverse
je sais, c’est la Nord de mon enfance
avec ses mains d’obscure tendresse
qui voletaient sur mes épaules
ses mains de latitudes de plénitude
et mes vingt ans et quelques dérivent
au gré des avenirs mortes, mes nuques
Evidence VIIIÉvidence VIIIEvidence VIII4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
À toujours vouloir plus on se retrouve avec rien
To always want more means to end up with nothing
Vieil anglais/Old English: Má(ra) wyllende ágon wé náwiht
Vieux saxon/Old Saxon: Mêro williandi êgun wî neowiht
Vieil Allemand/Old German: Meiro wollanti eigemes wir niowiht
Allemand/Old German: Lust auf mehr führt zu nichts
Néerlandais/Dutch: Door meer te willen krijgt men niks
-SophieCT, 1er aout 2013
Mots d auroreMots d’auroreMots d aurore9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Les regrets de minuit et la brume lunaire,
Adhèrent aux carreaux et tardent à se dissiper ;
Mais un jour neuf naîtra du centre de Léthé
- Le plus noir de la nuit enfante l’aube claire.
-Sophie, 11 mars 2013
That Which Fell Upon Our HeadsWhat just reward can ever be achieved,That Which Fell Upon Our Heads4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When deception is the foundation,
for horror-filled castles;
all glass houses and raining bricks.
The Song of Leaving BirdsOf tired feathers silken touch,The Song of Leaving Birds1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The ancient tale of pilgrimage
When maple leaves turn red and gold
The soaring spirits know no cage
Goodbye to mists and fading fern
To silver threads of gossamer
The rosehips red and bitter sloes
Until the spring comes young and fair
Goodbye to songs in dreamy dusk
And the warm nests of sunny youth
When wings are weak, the will is strong
And stars will guide us to the South
To the far lands where winter winds
Do not have power over Sun,
So we can return in the spring,
Because home... home is only one.
Dads Purple CrownDads Purple Crown1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Poem written for Dad
By Crystal Bastin
I would say to my purple Iris, now sitting in my vase, with magnificence of its own,
Tell me your story of when long ago you were once a seedling, where would God have you grow?
Your deep purple petals, Majestic they seem, must have a story to be told.
Did you once bloom when my Lord walked on this ground?
Were you witness to the World's most unknown?
How many have seen your beauty before my eyes could ever have been shown?
You seem to look wilted outside my window many months ago;did you fade away and die?
But suddenly when the hard winter had past, and the cold air was warmed by the brilliance of the sun,
The birds began to sing,
"What once was, will always be again"
So my eyes now fully opened,
I began to see you rise up out of the ground, Proudly,
Boldly, You were wearing purple crowns.
The WolfI have cheated, betrayedThe Wolf2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
treason is my deadliest sin
I am consumed from deep within
Sweet masks of!
I´ll never fall into line
Act sweetness, so kindly
Be too friendly
My heart is growling
My blood is boiling
My eyes are dark as night
And shine shrill as fire
The wolf is what I became
My heart is dark but not evil
My temper is strong like fire
But my intension are honest
My power is burning desire
Woe the ones which do not beware
A wolf is beast , a hunter of freedom
A creature of pride, to appreciated
no pet to cuddle at home
Thou shall remember a lifetime
Every Girl's DreamUnfolding Pink RosesEvery Girl's Dream2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The color paints her cheeks.
This man kneels before her
And with sincerity he speaks.
First, Pledging his love
To the undying stars.
Then promising to heal
All of her beautiful scars.
Opening a velvet box
For all to see.
He boldly asks the question,
"Will you marry me?"
Her fast beating heart.
Bursting with emotion
She might fall apart.
Inhaling a shaky breath
And exhaling a smile,
She nods her head
Knowing they'll be together for a while.
StrangerLately, every time I look in the mirror I can no longer see myself. I see what looks like my face and hear what sounds like my voice, but it isn't me.Stranger2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She doesn't contain that mind which holds a thousand thoughts spinning wildly around her head. She doesn't think of new planets while also being a hundred percent focused on the teacher's lecture while in class. She doesn't write stories or poetry. She doesn't see the world through the eyes of both science and fiction like I do. She doesn't see the flaming balls of gas that are the stars in the night sky while simultaneously seeing a blue box fly among them or little fairies on their first flight.
This girl, this stranger, has had every creative thought sucked out of her head. Every thought that relates to fantasy has been removed, only to be replaced with pure logic. She has been rendered unable to see the things I see, for she is only able to see what is right in front of her.
But why does this stranger look so much like me if she is s
HopeHope2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She sees the world with a rose colored shine
She sees through every heart but mine
When the sun goes down and night closes in
She's the only one there's ever been
The stars darken and the moon goes down
The rising sun becomes her crown
She rules the day and she holds the night
She appears always at first light
Nothing dims the smile she wears
And the darkness can't win the light she bears
Her heart is the world and her eyes the stars
Her thoughts her own, her skin bears no scars
In darkness she finds you and leads you away
With her you'll wait until light of day
She sees your frustration and raises you an attempt
She cures desperation, fear, and contempt
Her eyes see everything but the shell that holds you
She sees all your thoughts, what your heart holds true
She was born of fire and lives in flame
She began kind but remains untamed
She sees the world with a rose colored shine
She owns every heart, every heart but mine