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*Emotions*Emotions stirring in the wind*Emotions*3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Held tight by love's own arms
Swept off firm feet, carried away
Heart beat raised love's own alarm.
Love and life, so far so good
Gales, storms all withstood
Elemental fury faced together
Love that's true lasts forever.
2013 Delice1941
19th February2013
My Mind Wonders AwaySometimes my mind wonders awayMy Mind Wonders Away3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
To wondrous realms it makes up itself
There it gets lost from time to time inexplicably
My poor mind is only a naive boy
The universe is odd to him
*Maybe a Sonnet*The spring softly comforts my winter heart*Maybe a Sonnet*3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seasons revolve aeons do tick away
I listen quietly, song so sweet the Lark
Heaven's herald who sings hello the day.
My heart so joyful, feeling spring time soft
No tears, no sadness at winter's demise
The trees do sway, a rustling heard aloft
Delightful spring surges, colourful sigh.
Ephermal this time, enjoy golden glow
My pleasure fleeting at nature's soft kiss
Lovely minutes when breeze does gently blow
Veiled vision lifted, moment of bliss
Heavens domain reflects golden twilight
A blessing observed forget not this sight
2013 Delice1941
24th February2013
Passion OverflowIn your eyes is a river of passion.Passion Overflow3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eyes looking for a soul to drown.
Your existence has swallowed me.
All your lies keep pulling me down.
When you speak I hear forever.
I won't succumb to the passionate sea.
I hear voices. I know who they want.
They want me.
I am drowning in this sea of desire.
I am reaching for a dream to grasp.
The waves of passion are pounding me.
I don't know how long I can last.
Soon I will be captured by your grasp.
Skeletal girls look best in white dressesThey called me h.o.l.l.o.w legs and counted caloriesSkeletal girls look best in white dresses3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Frowning at the anomalies of unknown fat stores and crumpled spines
I've started to stack pennies on my windowsill
Towers and fortresses to keep the sun out
Telegraph limbs and gnawed on knuckles bitten down to the b.o.n.e
Blinded and disoriented I cannot feel my fingertips
Active and indefatigable within its own range
It recoils with a pusillanimous horror
Before whatever is new and untried
I would exhale superficiality and tear it back down again
There are stars on my lashes dying gas clouds
with dead men's wishes s.l.i.d.i.n.g off them
I suck on sour candy as my tongue cracks and s
Automatic"Darling"Automatic3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say
In perfect syncopation with
Glass shattering in my bloodstream
"I'm sorry"
Rasping
Captivating
Nauseating
Distance and indifference
Bleeding through the wallpaper
As I bend silver hair clips into geometric nonsense
"For everything."
Your fingerprints indelible on my jawline
"I was never"
The taste of ammunition
"Angry at you."
As raw broken bones
Fractured clear through the marrow.
What is love?What is love?What is love?3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it something beyond our grasp
Just as a crafty dove?
Or is it something more,
That reaches into our very core?
Is it the only thing that can give us hope
And gives us the strength not to mope
Or is it something that is oh so fake,
That it can cause us to break?
Maybe it’s a double- edged sword
That can be either good or bad
Depending on who holds the key to our precious cord?
What is love?
To My Unrequited ValentineFrom your loveliness it is easy to get blind,To My Unrequited Valentine3 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I cannot find you! Respond, be so kind!
What is distance, if planes fly so fast?
You do not have to a magic spell cast.
There is hope if there is no chance!
I am stubborn; I am under your trance,
No matter what will happen to me,
My heart will always with you be!
No one understands what I mean,
I am no one, but you remain to be seen,
I do not want autograph I am not a fan,
I come from a different clan!
If fate your soul to me guided,
You will find your name in one poem highlighted!
My riddles you can also uncover,
My love for you is easy to discover.
To be Alone would be a Terrible ExistenceTo be Alone would be a Terrible Existence3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Did you ever think that you would find,
Another soul that understands your mind?
Did you ever think that you would meet,
Another one that makes you feel complete?
Someone to help you through the darkest times
And overcome the tallest of climbs
And even when there are no words to say,
They help you heal in their own unique way
For even when the words run dry
Neither of you have to try
Words are not needed to explain
For they honestly know your pain -
As you unfortunately know theirs
And together you understand the silent despairs
But stumbling in the darkness you both find a way
To help each other, find the light in each day.
To be alone i
Some DaysSome Days3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some days it is hard to say
“Its fine really”, “Yes I’m okay”
Some days it’s hard to pretend,
And smile as darkness descends
But Some days it’s easier to run and hide
Than let them see the hurt inside
Some days it’s better to deceive
Those around you and just let them believe
Laugh and joke, act like you don’t care
Keep in the pain that’s too hard to share
Keep smiling and laughing and acting the clown
They won’t ever expect that you’re feeling down
But slowly and surely it’s eating you alive
Now it’s become a battle to survive
You’re losing yourself,
Les vautours(English version below)Les vautours3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Je nourris les vautours,
Du haut de ma tour,
Tristes oiseaux damnés,
Funestes charognards,
Nécrophages mal aimés.
Je ne peux les blâmer
De leur appétit cynique.
S'ils attendent la mort,
C'est par nécessité.
Je nourris les vautours,
Le fauve, le moine, le pape,
Je regarde leurs atours,
Et les trouve beaux malgré tout.
Je n'ai pas vraiment mal,
Mon esprit est passé,
Et mon corps animal
Lentement disparaît.
Je nourris les vautours,
Indigeste destinée,
Car j'ai passé mon tour,
Pour la vie enfermée.
Merci pour la traduction à :iconmenotmyselfori:
I nourish the vultures,
From the height of my tower,
Sad damned birds,
Macabre scavengers.
Unloved carrion eaters.
I cannot blame them
For their cynical appetite.
If they wait for death,
It's by necessity.
I nourish the vultures,
The fauve, the monk, the pope,
I look their attires,
And find them beautiful despite
Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?Daddy, am I pretty?3 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Daddy, daddy look at me!"
She laughed and turned around
Dressed up in her dress-up clothes.
Daddy didn't make a sound.
"Daddy, daddy look at me."
She told him once again.
"Daddy, am I pretty?"
Said she, feeling empty within.
"Yes." said daddy flatly
Though look he never did.
She ripped off all the clothes,
Ran to her room and hid.
Daddy never came
To ever see if she was fine.
In her floor she laid.
All she could do was cry.
Daddy didn't love her;
She knew that in her heart.
It's not right for a five year old
To feel broken, torn apart.
Although too many years have passed
The story's still the same.
I called only
Battle at the BallOnce upon a time,Battle at the Ball5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I went to a ball
and met a fine prince
so handsome and tall.
He asked me to dance
and so I said, "sure!"
What a divine romance
until I saw her...
She came up to me
and put on a smirk,
then degraded my dress
like any prince stealing jerk.
She said, "Oh dear prince,
won't you dance with me?"
So he took her hand
and left unhappily.
Her gown was so rich,
yet her perfume - so cheap.
She had the men drooling
at the edge of her feet.
Indeed, I was flustered
by this temptress of a girl.
So I devised a plan
that would make her toes curl.
I picked up some juice
from the back banquet hall
and carried
Strong EnoughThe end is nearStrong Enough1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I can feel it
My fear
Is growing minute after minute
Breathing gets harder
My skin is so pale
My time is soon over
But my heart is not for sale
I will take your bullet for free
I don’t need any time to think
This is the end of my story
Breathing gets harder
My skin is so pale
My time is soon over
But my heart is not for sale
Turn off the lights
I’m not strong enough to bare the brightness
Screw life.Numbers almost increased,Screw life.4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Trying to hold back,
Feelings wanting to be released,
Slipping through the crack,
Needing a distraction,
Failing to think,
Craving some satisfaction,
Starting to sink,
Go away temptation,
To the back of my mind,
Don't want anymore complication,
My mind is going blind,
Darkness clouding my thoughts,
Falling bit by bit,
Everything turning into knots,
Fuck, i'm gonna do it.
Gel PensMy dreams are as gel pens,Gel Pens1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
fluid and colorful and bright.
Whenever inspiration hits me,
I simply allow myself to dance
with the lustrous trails of ink;
spinning and swaying around
with the rippling neon signatures.
And though sometimes my life
may be smudged in dark velvet
blocks of such restless eternity,
I continue to press forward
with my whimsical gel pens.
Forever lost in the magic.
Unfaltering in the treasures
that these precious dyes
bring to me...
My dreams are as gel pens,
and I am the artist who takes them
and makes them into something
beautiful.
MeadowThere is a meadow near the houseMeadow1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
on Lily Street.
It is the place of the gardener
who trims the flowers and the wheat.
Often times I wondered of
The sweet-smelling air
Then I found roses on the doorstep
Of the house near that flower affair
I found the gardener in her drab dress
And gave her the white roses
She denied them, twice
Then when back to her plain prose
The flowers grew about
In their bridal dresses and gowns
But the gardener's hands
Remained dusted from the ground
I watched as she clipped the petals
The broken twigs and branches
As she kneeled beside the irises
Reviving life in the sovereign stances
A morning came and went
The Sonnet of Little BuffaloThe Sonnet of Little BuffaloThe Sonnet of Little Buffalo1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Written by John Swartz
At night we heard the wolves howl,
From our newly purchased farm,
The wild is all around us at night,
From past the fruit trees in our yard.
Those who sat with the wild Sitting Buffalo,
Shaken and bloodied from the battle of big horn,
They are still hidden - their blood lies within you,
And my heart beats like a wild bird as I hear your howl.
And my mind cries out for some peaceful memories,
As you leave my field of vison - to be free to roam with you,
I would take the form of a winter fox and run wild beside you,
But here we are now, young and afraid about what life brings,
An
Haiku - Travelling SphereHaiku - Travelling Sphere1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Travel light and fast
where time is an illusion
in highway of space
Haiku - Bringer of FateHaiku - Bringer of Fate2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In the woods it dwells
watching from the light shadows
your unaware soul.
Cradle in its thoughts,
every sin or virtue
that you hide from sight,
but it sees your heart
as clear as crystal waters.
It's the bringer of Fate.
The Sonnet of the Broken.The Sonnet of the Broken.The Sonnet of the Broken.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Written by John Swartz.
I often dream at night that I'm falling,
The fall is nothing but peaceful at first,
And I care about nothing but it's gentleness,
The feeling of finally being freed from all things.
But in reality I know I'm dying, diving into the madness,
A sharpened stick poking at the fleshy wound,
Just to see if I can understand why I was chosen,
For this dream is not an illusion but a memory.
Her voice still lingers there often,
Her small hands trying to grab at me,
Attempting to pull me into her fading grasp,
But like her being here it's nothing - a memory.
I can't comprehend this hatred at
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