Ode to BatsThroughout the course of the night
When darkness is overwhelming
The bats recite their poetry.
As each verse echoes back to them,
Their understanding of the world
Improves, influencing their movements
And depending on each bats species,
They control insect populations
Or are effective pollinators.
Articulating their subtle verse
And responding to every result,
Ecosystems become healthier.
How elegant are these cornerstones
Of the habitats in which they live.
Ode To A PencilLead marks swept across the page,Ode To A Pencil2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forming words, sentences and ideas,
Articulating fundamental truths,
An extension of the voice
That gives a writer strength to bear hardship.
What brutal insanity would prevail
If this was never again utilized?
Ode To A RaindropThe first cool drop of waterOde To A Raindrop2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Released from the skyward mist
On an autumn afternoon
Traverses my sweaty brow
A welcome kiss of beauty
That small elegant raindrop
With fervent haste foreshadows
A wild tempest soon to come
Quenching the earth of its thirst
After long summer months
The drop rivulets across
The surface of my forehead
And I gaze into the heavens
Each subsequent water drop
Is another baptism
Ode To SilenceRemember the songs of silenceOde To Silence2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That have serenaded your life
With unexpected beauty
The moist crawling footsteps of fog
Embracing your whole environs
Caressing each inch of your skin
And not a creature is speaking
The soft soundless flight of the owl
Commands the night with airborne stealth
Each movement of his wings brings forth
Profound verse not meant to be heard
How quiet is the moon tonight
Its light gliding down to the earth
Silently reducing the world
To simple shades of black and white
The vim of the cemetery
Is felt so much more potently
When voices are left without use
And when words cannot be uttered
Oh, the poetry of silence
Have you let it sweeten your life
As an act of worship to God?
Skipping Stones.We skip stones across the sandSkipping Stones.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
expecting rings to spread in pre-historic oceans
as Terra Firma recreates itself according to the original blueprints.
We step closer to the brink
for that leap of faith we never dared to take
before the tide swept us off our feet
and carried us beyond the edge of the ancient maps where
“Here be Dragons”
have been etched into the scorched earth like graffiti.
Sentences get too long as we run out of words to form them
speaking with our bodies in a twisted dance
like larvae burrowing into the crust of the earth.
Seeking deeper towards the internal sun
like an imitation of Icarus
digging deeper until the core melts our waxen wings
and we become yet another particle of our own universe.
from ripples of oceans past
and the sand slipping between our fingertips
as we walk on bare feet across the heavens
in search of answers we have yet to form the questions to.
Ode To Writer's BlockStaring at the piece of paperOde To Writer's Block2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Without the faintest idea
Of what to write, I sit
In my chair, pencil not moving
Madness gaining another step
I wonder how many mornings
Or perhaps it was evening time
When Frost sat down to write, that he-
Spent staring at the empty page
Clueless about subject matter
Writer's block, such bloody torment
Making a wanker out of me
Always appearing at my door
At a most inconvienant time
What a terrible patron
Ode To Mt. HoodAs the sun risesOde To Mt. Hood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a cool spring morn
Mt. Hood is completely covered in snow
And is painted a light shade of yellow
By daybreak's soothing illumination
The only mountain to be seen for miles
For millions of years he has been present
A vigilant, reliable watchguard
Firm beneath the feet
Of Those who trust him
Second Letter To A Killer WhaleOrca, my dear companionSecond Letter To A Killer Whale2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sunlight shines on my skin
But darkness still surrounds me
Each dreadful moment I spend
In this suburban landscape
Is drowning me in shadow
Suffocating in sorrow
With so very few journeys
Into wilderness of late
Have I forgotten the sound
Of tides pounding the shore
And the taste of salty air?
Killer Whale, I am sinking,
Drowning in my own anguish
Miles away from the ocean
Miles away from elegance
What a tragedy it is
To be drowning on dry land
Will you serenade my soul
And remind me of the depths
Of all the marine wildlife
That have occupied the seas
For millions of years before
Mankind tasted his first breath?
How does the cool water feel
Upon your black and white skin?
How does the sea salt affect
The taste of your sustenance?
How far into the abyss
Have you descended with kin?
Orca, wildest companion,
Remind me of the ocean
I am thirsty for new life
And I strain to hear your voice
Expecting God's poetry
To ebb and flow through your words
The heroes of old.Let the old heroes restThe heroes of old.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath ancient stones
buried in history and dressed in legends.
Let the old kings rise
in marble and gold
for all to see and praise in forgotten stories.
And when time comes
for the legends to breed life
let then the old heroes serve their kings
in ever lasting stories of the golden past.
Catching raindropsLock all your sad clowns in the closetCatching raindrops2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
throw all these broken toys away
Honey, I know you fear the monsters
but never let them block your way
You lay in bed this cold November
and you feel scared and all alone
But baby, I beg you to remember
if you are loved each place is home
Darling, I'm catching raindrops for ya
I'll save them until we meet again
Just send me a smile with your next letter
and don't you fear, I won't forget...
Darling, my news are getting old here
but all I feel remains the same
Just make me proud and never back down
and promise me to never change
This world is just a mass of people
a thousand stories to be untold
We’re lost inside the global village
we're all together, we're still alone
But even though there's miles between us
the smiles, the tears will never fade
We’re always there, despite the distance
whenever you need us, just call our name
Written WordChildren of the written wordWritten Word2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You wield in your minds, voices and fingers
The weaponry you need to fight for truth
In your minds, the ideas
In your voices, the ways to speak your minds
In your fingers, the tools to record them
Stand up and shout out for truth
Fight against the tyranny of evil
Don't sit back while darkness spreads its filth
Address the night as it is
And hand out forgiveness where it is due
For words of passion and love will endure
Rise, oh warriors of truth
Narrate all you can, oh storytellers
Be observant and watchful, oh poets
Let your diction be your sword
As children of the written word, be strong
And spread your words like a raging wildfire
Society's StyleThe curls and the lipstick,Society's Style1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The fancy shoes and clothes.
They hide all the feelings,
Anything she doesn’t want to show.
She cries in her bedroom,
then puts on her fake smile.
She covers all her sadness,
Behind society’s style.
She bottles up what she’s feeling,
and just wishes she could be,
anything and everything
the people around her expect her to be.
My wordsThe amount of words spoken everyday can become repetitive.My words2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
“I want to be stronger.”
They don’t sink in anymore because we've overused them.
“Why doesn't anyone love me?”
No longer can we start a revolution, or inspire a world.
“We can do it! Keep on fighting!”
Instead we wind up sounding cliche.
“I want to die”
No longer are we the poets who make people cry.
“Life is shit”
Instead we leave a blank feeling, because we've heard it before.
So we are left with this emptiness.
But that can’t be true.
Because it’s too cliche.
You used to be my melody.I hummed you throughout the day, you were my favourite song.You used to be my melody.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I memorised all the words, even used to sing along.
You used to be my melody, now you're just my noise.
Your tune brought me comfort, now it annoys and destroys.
I can't seem to drown you out, no matter how soft you sound.
I hear you more often than I'd like, some nights I feel you're around.
You were something to remember, a beautiful little tune.
I just hope to hear a sweet melody, that surpasses yours soon.
Your song makes me sad, I don't want to hear it again.
It hurts to hear it unwillingly, it brings back all of the pain.
I have my own harmony, a haunting song in my head.
With all my thoughts as lyrics, the words I never said.
© Rocio Belinda Mendez
How I SpeakPoetry is how I speak.How I Speak2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My communication is weak.
Sorry if I don't talk back.
Social skills I do lack.
No understanding of what to say.
Dealing with it everyday.
So when I just say nothing,
It doesn't mean anything.
What to say I'm not sure.
My short responses do bore.
Only understood when I write.
A difference of day and night.
Take this as my apology.
It's not you. It really is me.
Ode To An OrangeAs my teeth slice into its fleshOde To An Orange2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sweet juices spill over my tongue
And steadily slide down my throat
As I swallow chewed chunks of pulp
So nectareous a flavor
So unassuming a texture
Though momentary, brings delight
To the dreary days of my life
Each time I enjoy this fruit's flesh
Each time I taste these sweet juices
The sugar's invigoration
Seems to be instantaneous
With another slice in my mouth
I savor it with gratitude
And I pray to God, thanking Him
For the taste of the sublime orange
If I Die Before I WakeIf I die before I wakeIf I Die Before I Wake2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Promise me that you wont break
Tell me that you wont pick up
Any whiskey in your cup
Promise me you will be strong
and remember the difference
Between right and wrong
Leave the blade in the drawer
and dont use it anymore
Leave your tears in your eyes
and save them for another time
If I die before I wake
Promise me that you wont break.
The PoetFor the work of a Poet to be truly appreciatedThe Poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he must write it with his own blood and tears for ink
his soul the sharpened quill to nail the words
like so many specimen of unwilling insects upon the paper.
And once he has bled out
becoming the cause of his own demise
the reader is left behind to digest his soul
so plainly trapped within a cage of words
his requiem written as a love song to his Muse.
Two Sides to Every StoryCan't believe you're not here. | Can't you see I'm still here?Two Sides to Every Story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I thought you were my fear. | Being silent is my fear.
Now I just want you back. | I'll always have your back.
I have to keep this on track. | I will keep it on track.
I'm sorry that I hurt you. | I'm sorry that I hurt you.
I'm not sure what to do. | I wonder what you'll do.
A slight buzz is what I feel. | My thoughts you barely feel.
I wonder if you're real. | I promise that I'm real.
I'll never forget the pain. | I'm sorry for all the pain.
You drove me so insane. | You're not really insane.
What if it happens again? | It will never happen again.
How can I call you my friend? | You are my closest friend.
I just want to be happy. | I want you to be happy.
Can I still be me? | Can you accept me?
Harvesting Stars and building Castles.We harvest the stars from the skyHarvesting Stars and building Castles.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And hide them in our pockets
Cage them within jars of glass
Like fireflies on a midsummer eve.
We build castles of sand and air
Devastated as the tide reclaims them
Breathing deeply in quiet sobs
As the sand runs through our fingertips.
We long and yearn for something
Never quite able to define what it is
Reaching for straws to keep above water
As the tide washes over us.
And the wind
in the sand.
Lotus LoveThe lotus blossom's dyingLotus Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and your clothes are off the floor.
The bed's deprived of warmth
and you stand by open door.
"We're still friends?" You ask me
and the words aren't warm but cold-
like a part of me's been stolen,
like I've sold off half my soul.
But, "Yes", I answer back
and I hate myself for trying,
to get across to this blind man
with all the hints and the implying.
I love you, my mind screams
and there's no way for me to say,
how much my best friend means to me,
how much I long for him to stay.
But he walks right out the door
like he does me every night,
and he travels down the hallway
till he's silent-
out of sight.
And a petal of the lotus blossom
floats down gently to the ground,
and I feel like I am suffocating-
Without support I'll drown.
Yeah, "best friends", I murmur
and the lotus blossom dies.
My heart is crushed to pieces,
tears prick at my eyes.
My Darling, Things Happen.I’ve been watching you struggle,My Darling, Things Happen.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I just want you to know,
Soon it will all be okay,
Just don’t let the pain show.
You cry out in anger,
You’re still missing me,
I didn’t want to leave you,
It just had to be.
My darling, Things happen,
I just wish you could see,
all the plans he has for you,
You’ll make it without me.
I know you can’t see me,
But listen to me dear,
This pain will end shortly,
Now stop shedding the tears.
I’m happier now,
Things for me turned out great,
It will work out for you,
Just hold on and wait.
My Darling, Things happen,
I know you miss me,
I didn’t want to leave you,
This is just how it had to be.
If You're Going to Write a PoemIf you're going to write a poem,If You're Going to Write a Poem2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
stop hiding behind words like mine and personal.
Give it to the world, open ended-
tell them, "I made this for you,"
because you did, even if
you won't admit it.
Hard TimesI see you’ve been weeping for some time nowHard Times2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You’re all torn out and cold
Even if all you see is darkness
You’re the bit of light that’s shining
And I know you don’t have control
But you can't just let go
Because if one day you do, you might lose yourself
Then I’ll be left alone, with no one to hold.