Falling Silentlywhere do allFalling Silently2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the wasted lies go?
prefered deceit, the unproven concern
words have ways of falling
never to return
I wish would remain closed
their echo's banging
with irritating creaks
hollow sounds that
make my dreams weep
though if you believe enough
truly care about belief
it may just be possible
to make all
of these memories
go to sleep
allowing the images
in my mind
the hurt and pain - to fade away
like white snow
towards the ground
Ode To A JaguarFar beneath the canopyOde To A Jaguar2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Bathed in moonlight, a jaguar
Strides with grace through the night
What strength within her muscles
What care put into each step
Spotted coat her camouflage
Gleaming tooth and hidden claw
Combined with such stealth and might
She is lithe fatality
Lethal purpose is guided
The design of her body
Into a fierce elegance
With a beauty born of bloodlust
The jaguar, in all her vim,
Moves among midnight shadows
A pantherine eidolon
Prowling the rainforest floor
Senses always kept acute
SaintSaintSaint2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are such a saint,
Amongst your cathedral of blasphemies,
Beside your mass of sinners,
Preaching the word of a God to be feared,
Rather than overlooked.
What does that do for you?
Are you cleansed by a pastor’s ceremony?
Do you reach salvation by praying for forgiveness,
Rather than living without anything
That requires His hallowed pardon?
Lord, your children must be misguided,
Or they would remain on the path.
None are sinless, but that requires some clemency,
Sometimes it is expected.
Walking between the dark aisles,
Your children bow their heads,
‘Forgive me father, for I have sinned’
And what a sin it was- your chalky words
Pass through their consciousness,
Meaning absent for the moment.
Virtuous, they cry ‘Yes! I have seen my God!
What a wonderful God he was,’
For all that you’ve done, you pray,
And you are forgiven…
How do you coax them out those doors
Their heads are filled with lies…
Inside the Ho
Silver Reign EternalSilver Reign Eternal2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I rule the Other. I rule the night.
I rule the Darkness with my light.
I rule the tides of the sea.
I rule the parts that others don't see.
I am Heaven's mirror, reflecting all.
I am the Silver Siren, born to enthrall.
I am an Eternal. I am constantly ever changing.
I am young and old. I am waxing and waning.
School And College DaysBack to bed my eyes are closingSchool And College Days2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
on their own, and I am dozing.
Hoping that I'll be reposing.
Dreaming way beyond the dawn.
A Day at a TimeSchool deskA Day at a Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rules and time
at a time
Las QadenasNote: This is a literature deviation. The image just represents what is said in the text. The original author of the image is PomPrint. Please go here → Experiment 1 Fractal in order to favourite the image.Las Qadenas1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Experiment 1 Fractal por PomPrint
Las Qadenas son agrupaciones de entes (objetos, sujetos, Esencias, Espacios Planares, Estructuras Planares, etc) que se producen debido al fenómeno de Resonancia de Esencias del M
Spirit BlazeSpirit Blaze3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Iridescent flickers of color
Float carelessly throughout the air
Resurfacing the wanders of the unknown
While exposing the passions within
The flames of the heathen blaze
Burst forth in sentimental dance
Exploding the tendencies of lacking thus
The infliction no longer dispersed
How I long of that fire
That flare of confession
Which leads and forgives and disappears
While leaving behind charred souls
My heart is made of coal
No longer of the nightly failings
But rather of the sky light sparks
That disappears behind rusted remarks
The spirits of the flourish
Tend to all my worthless cares
They bring up to the feelings of thus
The life circle...
Of the spirit blaze
New Year, Ancient WisdomAttraction is not a choice. We are humans. The feeling of love and lust is natural. It is within us. If the feelings are true between the two, there is no reason to deny. If the feelings won't cause no harm, there is no problem.New Year, Ancient Wisdom2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Despite our various features and color of our skin, we are kin. We share the same crimson blood as the ancestors that bore us: HUMANKIND. We have been bound since the beginning and will be bound 'till the end and beyond.
Do not underestimate the strength of a woman. If she can be the vessel and provider of life, she can do many things she puts her mind to.
Respect your human kin!
Cheshire MoonCheshire MoonCheshire Moon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look in the sky
On this cool
Look in the sky
Because the moon
It smiles like
The Cheshire cat
In a rendition
Of Alice’s story.
It is lunatic,
A little bit out
Where ever there is.
He smiles sinisterly,
The moon with its grin.
He’s watching and
What does he want?
All of us.
He is so hungry,
And he knows the truth,
In the end
We all go…
And he’ll be waiting.
The Sympathetic PoetThe Sympathetic PoetThe Sympathetic Poet2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the house of poetry nothing remains except that which was written with blood to be listened to by blood
And we bleed together,
Streams that run together
In our bitter suicide of the mind.
Baring scarred flesh to be re-scarred,
Thin lines across the wrists
And main arteries
Where confessions were made.
Widen my smile,
Ear to ear,
And let it all trickle down.
We bathe in each other’s sorrow
And drink from the lips of someone else’s heart.
If I lean in to kiss you, don’t mind
The putridity of my breath,
Rotten from spilling lies,
Made sweet again
From confessions on a lonely stage,
Click-clacks of snapped fingers say
“I feel you, I feel you”
And all you can say is
“You don’t feel anything!”
These words cannot express the truths
On the tip of my tongue.
There are no words that can grasp
The depth of my torture,
No soliloquy that I make can encompass
The pleasures and pains and pinpricks
I have experienced.
Loneliness of Lasting Petalsthe loneliness of lasting petalsLoneliness of Lasting Petals2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a field somewhere
with only a poppy behind
to lament for days of coloured horizons
before a summer wind
carried his friends away!
Our Numb TearsOur Numb Tears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our Numb Tears
Something deep within me / Is longing for relief
A haunting aura around me / Reminding me of the grief
Scratching at the core of my soul / Hope is swallowed by a black hole
Locked in the center of my heart / All that is left is the traumatized part
Laugh, smile, blink, and focus. You just need to act as normal as possible.
You cannot let this pain get the best of you. Don't do anything irresponsible.
The damage you do to yourself also effects everyone else, so don't let it become irreversible.
You're being too hard on yourself, no one is perfect in life, you're only human, you're not invincible!
Shock waves of guilt enter my system / While a deathly peace is in the distance
And aftershocks of regret strike me down / I can't show that I'm hurt when they're around
Tremors of anxiety / Infest my entire body
Ode To A Crimson LeafA leaf, crimson as the dawnOde To A Crimson Leaf2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sunders itself from its branch
And drifts on a playful breeze
Its slow undulating flight
Mesmerizing me with charm
With all the pain and sorrow
I have seen over the years
This momentary beauty
This visual poetry
Provides my spirit with peace
The leaf lands amid others
In shades of orange and yellow
To form autumn's mosaic
And the ever-patient duck
Paints its bright panorama
Ode To A Couple CricketsWinter weather but a faint memoryOde To A Couple Crickets2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dusk allows the shadows to slowly grow
My skin is caked with dried sweat
From the heat of afternoon
Somewhere among the thirsty blades of grass
A couple crickets are chirping with zeal
Barely audible amid
The drone of distant traffic
So deep into suburbia am I
That they are the only poets I hear
SupervivenciaSupervivencia6 years ago in Humor More Like This
¿Qué diablos hace este crío?
Señor, yo no me merezco esto... Tan sólo quería darme un garbeo por el césped; quizás cazar algún moscardón o tomar el sol sobre una roca. Como un lagarto corriente y moliente sin molestar a nadie, más feliciano que Chupín, me apetecía perderme por el huerto y disfrutar de su inmensidad.
Y va y tiene que agarrarme el *censored* del Fernandito. Si es que ya lo decía mi abuela: el que gafe nace, mal hace. El caso es que el niño psicópata me ha cogido por banda y ya está maquinando malvedades que preferiría no quedarme a ver. Las leyendas sangrientas sobre él son famosas en toda la región.
Así murió mi tío Abundio.
Pues yo no pienso dejar que me desmiembren en plan Kill Bill. Como soy pequeñajo y muy ágil, me deslizo sobre su dedo índice y me preparo para la ofensiva. Sonrío.
Mordiendo no me gana ni Dios. ¡J