Wings Of GraceWhen everything comes aliveWings Of Grace11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sweet song surround my heart
and beyond the sadness and insecurity,
I start to fly on the wings of grace
calling the name of Joy.
Hoping that generosity of the Universe
will caress my soul and gentle will touch my hand,
I let my emotions to spread in a special dance
and like a beautiful dream of the beginning,
the colors bloom in the mystery of an unreal light.
I'm still flying and without fear,
I feel my wings translucent like a dragonfly
and in my ears, a pale voice whisper:
"Never call my name again because I'm always with you,
as long as you are able to fly over your pain
and find the miracle of Spring."
Le Monde a Quatre PattesLe Monde a Quatre Pattes4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Le monde à quatre pattes.
Petit bébé tu découvres à quatre pattes
Le monde où tu vas comme un petit automate,
Tu promènes sur le plancher ton déséquilibre
Et à la moindre surprise ton petit cur vibre.
Ton monde s'établit à la hauteur de tes yeux :
Des jambes qui se promènent, qui vont et qui viennent,
Des pattes de chaise où l'on passe juste au milieu
Et au détour le nez d'une petite chienne.
D'abord hésitant, tu vas de plus en plus sûr,
Agrandissant toujours le cercle de ta ronde.
Tu es, bout de chou, grand explorateur de ce monde,
Pour toi aussi vaste que tout autour les murs.
Tu mémorises peu à peu ton entourage.
Tes expéditions te mènent au bord du danger :
Des armoires et des tiroirs bas à fourrager,
Grimper, descendre, des marches l'échafaudage.
Comme une petite locomotive à vapeur,
Tu vas de plus en plus vite, en volant presque.
Enivré par tes
Every Journey Has An EndingIf I would have nine lives,Every Journey Has An Ending10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe in one of them,
I would smile to a star called Desire,
which appears from time to time on the sky of an unknown planet,
to make life brighter.
With eight lives, I would think I'm so rich,
that I would be able to find that wonderful legendary golden dragon
and with generosity,
maybe he would protect me from emptiness.
With seven lives,
I would be so proud by my beauty,
that maybe I would forget
that you can not live so long without having a doubt.
With six lives,
I would turn the ashes of the Universe in diamonds
and maybe all known or unknown eyes,
would see the light.
With five lives,
maybe I would discover from where springing the rainbow
and I would catch roots
in an certain Tomorrow.
With four lives,
maybe I would be very selfish
and I would believe that my heart can sing
and that song could stop time passing.
With three lives,
I would dream that my insanity was cured
I would be able to learn to love.
With two lives,
I would start to app
Death of a ForestThe forgotten gods can't stand the lightDeath of a Forest2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where the shadows used to fall
The Death is called brother of Sleep, the last of the Free.
She calls the crows to the depths of the ocean where all hopes sank.
Sagrada Familia queuing to step down from heaven...
In every leaf, every tear
hidden hunter's remorse
Lost between hell and paradise, between time and space,
Immense silence after the ice has melted.
No echo of my footsteps... It's time to run away.
A heart of steel is always the weakest.
Between Past and Future My little darling,Between Past and Future5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Yesterday I saw you in the mirror!
You were so angry that you're not growing-up faster, that you are so dependent on your family, that you don't know how love blossoms.
You were playing with sad words, trying to write a poem, to tell the world who you are and what you feel.
For a moment, I was tempted to smile, but suddenly I've realized how much I miss you and how much I want to be possible to meet you, even for a second, in the time carousel.
There are so many things I want to tell you!
I want you to know, that it was a day when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes the smile of that child who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished in my grandfather's photo.
One minute later, I grow-up...
It was a day, when I've dreamed that I see in my eyes that beautiful teenager, full of joy and happiness, who I was once.
In a twinkling of an eye, vanished
Melody in My MindShhh...Melody in My Mind2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Do you hear it?
voice of street,
hearts that beat
Rhythm set free:
one two three
one two three
hear the song
dance with me
There's melody in my mind
Magical melody, murmuring, moody
Musical mystical moving melody
There's melody in my mind
I'll tell you a secret.
I cannot sing.
Imagine that feeling.
Those tones frozen between your mind and mouth, that melody you can't express.
Imagine one of those songs that give you goosebumps, that clutch your heart and make you cry "Yes! Yes, that's it!"
Imagine you want to share it with everyone... but can't.
When you try to repeat the melody, it is off and quavers and screeches like nails on the board.
There's melody in my mind, and it wants to be heard, to be set free.
And so I paint.
The colors are my symphony.
I sound the violins of sky-blue, the lutes of green and drums of violet.
And so I write.
The words on pape
Whellcome HomeA short horror story...Whellcome Home1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Long time ago, there was a heart-warming home of a modest family of three. Before that, it was nothing more than an old abandoned house. When they moved in, the young couple restored it and planned to raise a family there. Soon enough, their son was born and the old house lit up with joy.
Their life, however, wasn't easy. Work demanded long trips for the couple. On such occasions, their son would stay under the care of his grandmother, who lived nearby. She wasn't always in best terms with the couple. Still, the boy would often stay for several days and, among many things, he loved grandma's stories of local folklore, witches, bat wing recipes and magic cauldrons. He liked it there. Nevertheless, nothing compared to mom and dad arriving to pick him up and going back home.
Unfortunately, home vanished from the boy’s life too soon when his parents died in a tragic car accident. His stay at gr
MeaningsForgotten somewhere between the lines in the mess of words. Everyone to their own. They lie there, at the end of the roads, waiting for someone to finish their journey. ...But everyone is just passing by...Meanings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many Tears in her EyesSo many Tears in her Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So many tears in her eyes.
Just above her little cot,
The carousel moves alone:
The crying baby alerts mommy
Who does not understand what can happen.
Of transparent girls dancing
And their shadows are moving from one room to another.
Sometimes she converses with this little girl
With long braids, as a projection from the ceiling.
Children who run away through the walls,
Entities in the state of their horrible death.
Mirror beyond the parallel of elsewhere:
Alice trapped in the mirror of shadows.
In his room, the child in bed hiding,
Strong closing her eyes and puts her hands over her ears,
Not to see nor to hear these terrible things;
But she feels and senses them all around.
Frightened, she ran away from her room.
¨Can I come, I'm really scared ¨ she said
By taking refuge in the bed of her older sister
Or with her mother for her consolation.
Since she was a child that she, Maude,
Hears and sees these entities that make her afraid.
When that begun? She
PoetreeNOTE: The poem should have the shape of a tree. If it looks messy, your monitor is too narrow. Press "Ctrl" and "-" until it fits into your monitor, or follow the link in the author's comments. Thank you!Poetree2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In darkness sweet I dream I sleep; my fate to wait till time is ripe
A tender leaf curled in the seed, an idea that would be freed
I dream of bra
...Little paper ships, like little paper thoughts. Tossed around in wind and weather, swallowed by the waves....2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up Pops The MoonUp Pops The Moon6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Up Pops The Moon
Down by the river fishes do swim
Across the sweet meadows cows will grin
Away over the bridge the crows caw out to you
Then up pops the Moon to say how do you do
Under the skies roses do wave
Out at sea mermaids will play
Down by the streams bumblebees buzz
Across the heavens angels find love
Away over the hills goats will dart
Then up pops the Moon just like in the start
RIPRIPRIP1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying to rest six feet deep, a headstone for a pillow and worms at my feet
A blanket of dirt and leafs pulled up tight as you lay me down to sleep
One day my bones will moan as my casket creaks
Rot and decay awaits for me, but right now I am at my decomposing peak
Eyes close tight lips blue as can be
Will you one day come and lay down to rest beside me and together we can sleep for all eternity
AutumnAutumn2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Welcome to the golden road,
With amber and copper cold.
Carpet of warmth,
In the icy kiss of the wind.
Let the bronze towers rest,
Watch the topaz packages
For life's sigh.
The citadel above,
Ghost of summer,
Leaving an aura
Without the weight of sweat.
The dome turns grey,
And down comes the diamonds.
The sun sleeps,
As we watch alchemy turn gold
Cradles turn to pools,
Coffee prints melt to the road
And we are left with beauty.
Angel of ice, Angel of fire,
On the branch