Only When I WriteThe drama unfurling in my life
Feels like the shadow of my hand
That grows as it comes ever closer
To the light perched on my bed stand
In that I can feel the darkest cloud
Ever such a menacing sight
In time I can reverse the feeling
But only when I write
Seclusion left me with nothing
Apart from creativity
Loneliness it turns out, my friends
Is quite the aperitif
For the feast that is awaiting me
If I make it through the night
Tomorrow always brings me new hope
But only when I write
You approach me on a good day
And I will offer you a smile
The same expression on the worst days
Because my manners are so mild
But don’t take me for a t
Beautifully Flawed Wild AnimalsAs a child I was kicked by a horseBeautifully Flawed Wild Animals in Free Verse More Like This
While approaching from behind
It knocked me clean across the stable
This fragile framed boy of nine
I tried so hard to be strong and brave
And as Mother wiped my tears away
All I could think was I must return
To the stable the very next day
I barely slept a wink that night
For thinking about the steed
And how the doctor said I‘d be dead
If hoof had hit below my knee
Running my hand over the horseshoe
That was bruised onto my thigh
I felt a very real connection
Between the animal and I
Mother woke me as dawn broke
Asked if I still wanted to go
To visit the scene of the crime
To visit my equus foe
Letters LiveThe middle three letters of the word “Earth”Letters Live in Free Verse More Like This
Spell out the word “art”
This is fitting because when I create
The beauty of the world is where I start
The middle three letters of the word “believe”
Spell out the word “lie”
This is fitting because for all those who accede
There are an equal amount who deny
The middle three letters of the word “lonely”
Spell out the word “one”
This is fitting because I have felt isolated
Ever since you have been gone
The middle two letters of the word “life”
Spell out the word “if”
This is fitting because only when
God GivenThe crack became a creviceGod Given in Free Verse More Like This
The crevice became a hole
Invited my mortal remains
To part company with my soul
God has given me these hands
To create beautiful art
It's not for me to say when
This earthly plane I shall depart
The tears became a torrent
The torrent became a flood
I was drowning in sorrow
I sought the buoyancy of good
God has given me these thoughts
To stimulate and inspire
With rhetorical reasoning
Until my bones can retire
The thought became a feeling
The feeling became the truth
Faith alone was now enough
Beyond the search for proof
God has given me this mind
So who am I to question
When He has granted me
Sharpen Your PencilSharpen your pencilSharpen Your Pencil in Free Verse More Like This
Dip your pen in the well
Show the world your vision
Through the story you tell
There's no right or wrong
So don't listen to critique
Your story alone is enough
So beautifully unique
And only you can tell it
Your version of events
Write it, sing it, paint it
Release, express and vent
Sharpen your pencil
Dip your pen in the well
And with your own wise words
Those ghosts you will repel
Please be true to yourself
No embellishment required
Every inferno was once
But a flicker of fire
So fan those fiery flames
And refuse to walk in line
As experience will grow
Through the passage of time
Take Another PillWhen I was just a childTake Another Pill in Free Verse More Like This
About twenty years back
I never would have thought
I would turn out like that
Or indeed like this
If I speak in the present tense
I guess I’m tense in the present
If that makes any sense
When I was at the mercy
Of the medical profession
They told me I was suffering
With clinical depression
And tapestries woven this tight
Into such an infant mind
Would be difficult to unspool
Unthread and leave behind
When I was just a boy
Around ten or so years back
I fell into a deep hole
But it felt more like a trap
I couldn’t get out of there
In fact I’m stuck here still
And all anyone can do
Is to prescribe anot
Whatever Is To DoWe were ever so worriedWhatever Is To Do in Free Verse More Like This
When we found the knotted noose
And scribbled diary entries
With tales of self abuse
Teenage tears and tantrums
Can easily be explained
But what on earth would cause these
Freshly dripped blood stains
We were ever so worried
When you locked yourself in your room
Painted the walls pitch black
And ignorantly we assumed
That this was just a phase
That it would soon come to pass
And pass it indeed did do
Far too soon and far too fast
We were ever so worried
When you dyed black your hair
No longer did we recognise
The child that was once here
Our precious little angel
Where did your shaken bones go
I Was In A Bad PlaceI’ll indite my crude and clumsy rhymesI Was In A Bad Place in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
From my place in the pitch dark
And will wait all night if needs must
For that one creative spark
That will manifest thoughts in my mind
Into a charged lightning bolt
Strike my memories, open my wounds
And let writing be my salt
So cut me and see the metaphors
Floating around my blood stream
Pour salt on the literal lesions
To punctuate my primal scream
As painful at first as the memory
But after the initial sting
Wounds will heel, leaving only scars
Numbness replaces everything
This lack of feeling is temporary
As a writer I live for the pain
Of opening up new abrasions
To keep me lucid and sa
LightningHe was crying lightningLightning in Free Verse More Like This
An impulse from the brain
Unable to ignite his bones
Only serving to drain
A sense of melancholy
For a poor boy so young
Each breath had become a curse
Not a gift from his lung
She was crying lightning
There was calm before the storm
In the eye of the hurricane
Her boy was never warned
A sense of compunction
As once again she rolled the dice
Not once doubting the idiom
Lightning never strikes twice
They were crying lightning
Protons and electrons collide
As she whispered her secrets
Into his ear she confides
A sense of duality
They caress each others spark
Yet they're no longer static
As they eme
The Deepest Depths of BlueThe chain of events that followed your birthThe Deepest Depths of Blue in Free Verse More Like This
Were as tumultuous as each twisted link
Your mind was wired for the written word
But under no circumstances should you think
As the decreasing circles of sanity
Will ripple through your infant mind
The soul can't escape your hollow bones
Until you leave those thoughts behind
You feel trapped inside your grey matter
But freedom will be yours in the end
Once you realise that you are a miracle
That'll never be repeated again
Open your eyes to the beauty of the truth
That there is a reality worth seeing
And dive into the deepest depths of blue
Of your soul, your essence, your being
Target WeightI am afraid because I knowTarget Weight in Free Verse More Like This
That I will never arrive
At a point where I am nourished
And emotionally satisfied
So to regulate my mood
I consume levels that disgrace
They suppose that this is greed
That assumption is misplaced
I’m addicted to the feeling
The short term stimulation
But that only makes me more prone
To those feelings of deflation
And stomach cramps and pains
Loose skin hanging from my bones
Eyes sinking into my skull
And those deathly grey skin tones
Will I ever fill the hole
Silence those voices for a while
I prepare my gut for sorrow
While I am spoon fed on denial
But life’s too much to digest
An acid reflux ep
You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”You Can Be A Poet in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect
Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess
Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Ordinary Day“Ordinary Day”Ordinary Day in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Somewhere in this town are the sounds of gunfire
Certain people live while others expire
Across from this scene a truck has just delivered
Many groceries to a store located by the river
Dozens of families flock to buy food for their kids
Completely unaware they could be the next to go God forbid
Their children are in school sitting quietly in their seats
While the headmasters instruct because they have so much to teach
Elsewhere an organ bellows signaling the beginning of a mass
While a man’s car on the highway has run out of gas
The sun becomes masked by clouds as rain invades grass
Someone robbed a jewel
Fairy Tales"Fairy Tales"Fairy Tales in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At the end of the final chapter
Most stories end happily after
Enchanted evenings; dreams coming true
Believing in magic; it could happen to you
Fairy tales fuel our dormant fires
Romantic films quench our inner desires
Demons become friends; fun times never end
Must be nice to live in a realm of pretend
That's not how things work in the real world
The hero doesn't always win his girl
People pass away; buildings crumble and fall
Cinderella's mice in reality would be mauled
Teacups don't sing; at least none that I know
Carpets can't glide through the wind's blow
Crabs do not dance; that is really absurd
Animals can't talk; at
Strength Of Heart"Strength Of Heart"Strength Of Heart in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I'm in need of courage and strength
I look to those who have gone to great lengths
Like the martyrs who sacrifice for peace on Earth
Or a mother who dies during child labor birth
I think about the police who risk their lives for me
So I may walk around feeling secure and free
You never know who could pull a gun or a knife
But the police are there to save my life
I think about my teachers who gave the best advice
People who have been there and seen the light
I think about those who lost others to tragedies
And how they make it past each day with the love of family
I think about people who suffer not by their choice
The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present in Free Verse More Like This
During the winter season on a night very cold
Where the frosty breeze sends shivers down your spine
I met a little boy on the road decades ago
Who looked at the time to be about eight or nine.
I saw him aimlessly wandering from afar
Dodging cars who simply passed him by.
Judging by his ripped clothes he had many scars
And a pair of the most pained blue eyes
Now normally I would have just continued driving.
Who the hell cares about this little ploy?
Its tough enough in this world surviving
Without striving to care about some little boy.
For I asked myself if I was in his shoes
Would he bother to stop his
Butterfly On A Fence"Butterfly On A Fence"Butterfly On A Fence in Free Verse More Like This
There once was a crimson butterfly that landed on my fence
Why my fence of all fences to me made no sense
I had built this fence with such sharp edges nothing could land
But never the less here rests a crimson butterfly unplanned
This creature was beautiful and elusive; what a bright hue
The way it spread it's wings when the wind calmly blew
What an elegant display of perfection; truly a prize
One that would light up a room full of eyes
I wanted to catch this crimson butterfly and keep it in a jar
So it could shine in my house nightly like the stars
And I'd treat it with kindness, love, and affection
Big, Ol' Furball"Big, Ol' Furball"Big, Ol' Furball in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There he was sitting in the back of the cage
All by himself like a freak on a stage
Ridiculed, mocked, scorned, and rejected
Hopelessly old and probably infected
The kennel felt cold as he rested his paws
On the metal's surface; with his chew toy he gnawed
And observed on; listening to doctors in white
Prescribe his only medicine he would need tonight
He knew his time would soon be up
With his left paw he covered his eyes shut
He couldn't bear to watch his friends be picked
By little kids and parents with a list oh so strict
"No old dogs or ones with brown fur."
"No dogs with short tails," one kid concurred
Merry-Go-Round"Merry-Go-Round"Merry-Go-Round in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know where I came from
I'm not talking about birth
I'm referring to those times
Before humans walked the earth
What were we before then?
Is there truth to claim?
Was it planned or random chance
I hold my name today?
What kind of power
Created the extremes?
The planets and their moons
And everything inbetween
Why do I come across
The people that I greet?
Is it just by pure luck
Or fate and destiny
Why do old friends exit?
Why do new friends enter?
Our lives are merry-go-rounds
And we're stuck at the center
Why my color eyes?
Why my color skin?
Why the life I lead?
Why these thoughts within?
Puppy Dog"Puppy Dog"Puppy Dog in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When someone reaches out
And says that they care
It's easier to run
Believe me, I've been there
I know what it's like
To extend a steady hand
To those who always claim
That no one ever understands
And honestly it's true
But yet I keep on giving
My hand never shuts
As long as I'm still living
But I know I'm not you
And I know I'll never be
And I know I never will
See the things you see
But it is for the best
To solve things how you know
I don't want to interfere
With your slow and steady growth
But just know I'm here
Waiting calmly everyday
Patiently finding words
To not screw up what I say
And no matter how it hurts
Morning Light“Morning Light”Morning Light in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
These hills that I’ve traversed
Within each and every verse
Have led me to believe
In all the things I see
And where I am right now
I could never imagine how
I have gotten myself to stand
On my own two feet again
I thought I could never dream
Or at least in what I mean
Or maybe this is fake
And these thoughts I can not shake
So sad and unaware
Bad thoughts are always there
Floating in my head
Taunting me instead
I don’t want to be naïve
And believe in what I see
But this thing called pressure
Is more than I can measure
Anxiety never disappears
Even though the ones I fear
Have finally gone away
Blanket of whiteCover me softlyBlanket of white in Free Verse More Like This
blanket of white
hide me from above
so they will not see
what the world
has done to me
so they can ignore
their fault in this
let them look away
afraid for what is
underneath my blanket
of untouched white
let them wonder
what they have done
to the thing
under a blanket
oh so very white
Your poemThis poem is from youYour poem in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Written down by me
Although it isn't mine
It's yours, don't you see?
I write down the words
but they come from your mind
even though you don't know
what you leave behind
I pick up what's left
and put it all together
I don't know what I do
but it's for the better
You say you can't write
but that's not your need
Just simply be there for me
it's the poet inside me you feed
Mighty DragonDragon, may I look at your mighty sight?Mighty Dragon in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Could I do it without having to fight?
I might get a wondrous smile on my face.
Your sight always in my mind as a trace
With your wings grand and wide
A just reason to be pride
Scales shining into my eyes
Most beautiful when a dragon flies
Let me look one more time
Onto your sight so sublime
Dragon, dragon oh so grand
Now the world looks bland
Lonely nightEven just one nightLonely night in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
is beyond my might
it is to long
my heart not that strong
I can not live a single day
without you by my side
a weakness some might say
for me it is indeed a fright
there is a hole in my life
taken away with a broken knife
its edges sharp and raw
I hang on to the last straw
it is my last connection
to a faraway love
becoming a fading recollection
to the one I love most of
but it's only a single night
is even that beyond my might?
is my heart that cruel?
to take me for a fool?
I know I will see you again
in only a couple of hours
still I feel this terrible pain
of love's cruellest powers
SnowfightChristmas, oh Christmas not so whiteSnowfight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sky did not drop any snow
Sky and land both are dark
This year not a joyful sight
This land does not need your blight
Stay away, go somewhere else
Cold winds, frozen eyes
For every traveller a fright
Some want to show their might
Travel to family and friends
In a far away and warm land
They have already lost the fight
I look into the dark night
Wonder if I might survive
a journey through a white land
but it does not feel right
To afraid for a mighty smite
I stay inside with beloved
warm against each other
We stay inside the warm light
Gone out of your lifeI can not think of what to sayGone out of your life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I have been gone long, far away
I do not know what has passed
It has gone by so fast
How can I know what you want
I dn not know after what you haunt
I want to be there, a shoulder for support
But I was gone, sailed out the port
Now I do not know about what you think
I do not know what to put on ink
I wish I had been there for you
But I must move on with my life too
I am sorry I was not here
Living in your life's sphere
But I must go away again
My return? I do not know when.
Future still unkownI dread that the end is nearFuture still unkown in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Never thought it was a fear
It seems I am afraid of change
Finally my mind thinks that's strange
I have embraced change in the past
"Why I did that?" you might ask
it was because life was rough
I was not exactly a grey dove.
People laughed at me all the time.
I seems they thought I'd done a crime,
apparently by just being around
making the wrong kind of sound
Now though, my life is going well
love has cast me in her spell.
I am afraid I could lose it all
And have my life's greatest fall.
I do not want to be afraid,
but I dread for debts unpaid.
Afters lessons are at their end
knowledge should be my friend.
Framed[ I met him at the county fair.Framed in Free Verse More Like This
It wasn't like the songs predicted;
I had mud up my shins and he
had grass in his hair. What a mess. ]
[ I kissed him at my grandma's house.
He swallowed me and digested me;
I became a part of his simmering self.
We fused together, and I died. ]
[ I married him in a triangular church,
When I turned up in white he grinned
and whispered "what, no muddy knees?".
I put a leaf from my bouquet in his hair. ]
[ He kissed her at my grandma's house.
She had left it to us when she passed.
In the house where I'd learned about love
he taught me all I know about betrayal. ]
[ He left me at the train station.
You are not an islandI have been alone. This man is an island.You are not an island in Free Verse More Like This
The cliffs of my shoulder blades
hang heavy with grief, ore, suffering.
I am draped with the permanence of gravity,
So do not believe that you cannot move.
Come to me, water babes fully grown,
Allow yourself to be swept in salt and ash.
Tumble with your brothers into my arms
and be at peace, at last, on the shore.
I too was once drowned, but I arose
and as the caps melt, all things will erode
For no man is an island alone.
The WallI punched the wall.The Wall in Free Verse More Like This
The paper broke, a split lipped frown.
That was the thin veneer of joy you painted over my cracks with.
I punched the wall.
The paper bloomed into a paprika tulip.
That was the rusting screw in your jaw swinging off its hinge with your lies.
I punched the wall.
The paint broke into a smile
and I chipped out its teeth. They were the over polished hopes of our future.
I punched the wall.
The plaster spluttered out a storm.
Smooth and sleepy; I scratched at its eyes for promising to look out for me.
I punched the wall.
The plaster coughed hard again.
My anger was a consumption and its tendrils spasmed out from the s
Sonnet XXIWho can bemoan these barren, bitter daysSonnet XXI in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When he who loved once spoke and heard her vows
Which were but words upon which passion preys
Until the breast from a dream does arouse.
And tacit, tamed truth sends forth honest odds,
Still he uncovers that twinge trickle spring,
Still she does worship her twice fallen Gods
To find tonic herbs in winged Cupid's sting.
How trite, how vain my liege it is to keep
High pearls of eyes bereft the sheen of cheer
In dungeons deep, or thorny towers steep
On lambent clouds that rove the drifting sphere?
For rue remembers joys, charms, bonds of air
And forgets years of mirth once lay elsewhere.
That Doorthat door;That Door in Free Verse More Like This
plain, mahogany plywood,
stood sentry all summer
by the rapture
in my heart.
with watchful eyes
overlooking the battlements
here a flicker,
there a clutter
and wicked Eris
what drew my mind
away from Lenz,
and all the laws
could not tell me
if this was normal.
there I wasted away July;
the ripened fruit,
the riband teal
bestowed upon that door:
an ode; a rispetto
or merely a love
for physics and math
and withdrew three weeks before
I discerned she had left,
and returned once more
in the facade of a dream.
Always Date a CarDon't question your promising star;Always Date a Car in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sound men persevere below par,
And women, unlike Vipers,
Come without windshield wipers;
Remember, always date a car.
Little Black BookConscience was my killer;Little Black Book in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Little black book of fate;
I stored each name
In colours of shame
And preserved the sinful date.
Skeletons in the closet;
Corpses in the yard;
All I did want
In my fell haunt
Was a faded tarot card.
Trickle DownUnknown amidst the chasm,Trickle Down in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Obscure over the gorge,
Life is a phantasm
Which early mind did forge.
Old eyes see what is fading,
Young limbs see what is lame;
What wealth is wisdom trading?
One's days are all the same.
Trickle down O little one,
Trickle down O Lord!
The drop, the wave, the surging sea
From eternity to eternity!
It begins, it begins ending;
The journey across the vale,
All are born merely spending
The chapters of this tale.
He looks ahead in despair,
She leers abaft in sorrow;
Absent the second's airy lair
Between bygones and tomorrow.
Trickle down O little one,
Trickle down O Lord!
The drop, the wave, the surging sea
Not Really a LotteryEight rejections in school,Not Really a Lottery in Free Verse More Like This
Twenty two in college,
Fifteen last summer,
And six more that fall;
I've collected those letters,
Electronically of course;
I wish I could print them all
Just to keep score,
A tally of shortcomings,
Little lots of ill luck;
All that paper in the midst
Of undead calibri dreams.
I guess it isn't really gambling;
Not when you pay by holidays,
They never change the numbers
And they never change the jar.
The numbers are thinning now,
Oh joy of joys to wait!
Maybe this time I'll win something
Or maybe some other day.
Sonnet XXIn time this rime will stir uncounted mindsSonnet XX in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Each line, each sign shall point another path,
Yet every freight of wonder in whirlwinds
Will answer in bellows like absence's wrath.
And so here I save the unborn a key;
An eye to look upon epochs long past
And gaze with love at time's loved hemlock tree
To fathom all that is deceased did last.
They will say times were varied and diverse,
They will speak of context so as to speak
The world was different on a faded hearse,
They will not give you the mild words you seek,
Remember then we were mortal and thus,
In each profound creation, you are us.
To a SidewalkSidewalks could never make it there;To a Sidewalk in Free Verse More Like This
not with Grecian urns and The Graces,
skylarks, nightingales and poison trees;
What glory possessed the land of grime,
the kingdom of crud, the state of smut?
What amaranths could footprints flower?
What odes could lesser roads bring forth?
A poor one perhaps, trodden on and on,
by poets too poor to take a room,
And I, from that crass, slightest ground
too can grasp the grandeur of the galaxy,
Yet, can one search in tarmac holes
For a codex to decrypt their souls?
Of course not. One needs one's years
to place his joys above his eyes,
and this he does with windy flair;
Flighty Icarus looking back at Crete,
PeekabooYou're reckless, feckless; the happy-go-lucky typePeekaboo in Concrete Poetry More Like This
with passions, momentary, though they call for life,
and distant, dreadful when that tide is high;
but feel too, in silence when the night is quiet.
Ambitious, calculative, yet there is a heart
buried deep in that library which issues birthday cards;
you don't show it, of course, the essence of cost,
sometimes they forget that: the nature of loss.
Sentiments have helped you none too much,
so you cast aside their daisies in distrust,
self is a shelf that you perch yourself on
lonely in a crowd, yet never quite alone
each day is a diary which in you writes:
tomorrow and tomorrow an
A Passing FlowerWhat did I know of true love,A Passing Flower in Free Verse More Like This
unapprenticed to blush nosegays,
luscious lips, her cinnamon curls?
Too inept to craft soft letters,
crushed beneath her lover's balm.
She'd pick me off rueful, teary,
from the park, weary of the world.
I'd lie there for moments, minutes,
lifetimes; quietly dying,
cradled in the palm of a dream.
What did I know of true love?
Passing prosaic puckered petal,
soothing her mildew passions,
loving to be left out of doors;
playing second fiddle all my life.
Far AwayI don’t see how you could want anything from me.Far Away in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I’m cold and I’m gone and I won’t ever be
There for you, even though I know how you
Need me to; it’s what I want too.
But I’m lost in a land far away from all others.
It’s dark and unknown without my sisters and brothers,
So I scream out. Why am I lost in this way?
Why do I watch you all suffer and do nothing every single day?
I know that all that I am to the people around
Is a cruel twister of words who brings everyone down.
That’s all I am to me, at least.
But there are people who stick around this cruel beast.
So I can’t be all that terr
Quietly, GentlyShy smiles and fluttering butterflies,Quietly, Gently in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart would beat faster when I looked into your eyes.
Even then, as I held you warmly in my arms,
Every word you said put me under your charm.
Dozing off, I sent you a little smile.
And told you that it’s fine to fall asleep for a while.
When you awoke, the sun was setting for its own time to sleep.
So I pulled you close and breathed in so deep.
Quietly, in the dark, I slowly fell in love.
Gently in my arms, I called you my little dove.
UntitledSomewhere in the forestUntitled in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A wolf cries to the moon
So I begin to ponder
Alone here in my room
As to what the wolf is after
When it calls out to the moon
I think I thought of something
But I fell asleep too soon.
AnxietiesHands over ears, screams hide the tearsAnxieties in Free Verse More Like This
Like monsters, they stand around, eerie and cruel
Grotesque and uncontrolled
They drive me to the point of collapse
So I do.
I’m the ground
I shake and tremble and tear everything down
I am the ground
I don’t understand how anyone stays around me
When I’m like this
I’m like a stone
Rolling out of control
Loud and predictable, we all know where I’m going
Down, as sure as water, I will fall
And as a boulder, I will tear down everything in my path
Escape from the PoisonAn ocean of poisonEscape from the Poison in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Has gained hold of me
I've set off to new horizons
With the hope I'll be free
But storms stand in the way of
The escape from this misery
No longer I'll be holden
By the poison of the sea
A Tale to ListenI have a tale to listenA Tale to Listen in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
If you care
About a quiet night
In you underwear
When you knocked
On my door
And told me of everything
And a little more
life and Deathlife and Death are destined tolife and Death in Free Verse More Like This
be(a Fair couple through)all eternity
where They wilL(d Ance and
kiss)alwAys Go hand In hand
theyare(like all married two)one, it is Simply the truth
and(as Evidenced bY their love)there is no Need for proof
's short blonde
And iN death 's long black
)will soon stand to Attack
Barely BreathingIn this forest, surrounded by the greenBarely Breathing in Free Verse More Like This
We could finally breathe
Away from the mobs and those who were mean
In this calm little forest, I don’t think I’d ever leave
Our home was rotten, and the air was too thick
Mommy and daddy would bicker about everything
You and I, we would never get to pick
We could only dodge the words they would fling
At school, we could only suffocate
Because of the lies we would tell to our friends
I think you agree, there’s no point to debate
That we were dying there; it would have soon been our end
We couldn’t breathe in that empty little place
It closed in and choked us until we had to ma
Before the Horsemen ComeThe unknown is coming strongBefore the Horsemen Come in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Faster than winter
I know I can’t be wrong
Eternity will splinter
Change is on our doorstep
And it is not for the better
Four solemn horsemen prep
For their true power to be unfettered
But from where I can see it
Atop the smallest spire
We needn’t worry just one bit
Before conquest can come, humanity will tire
This darkness is settling in
Despite everything you tried
All was lost within the din
And I watched as everyone cried
Yours, my loveYours, my love in Concrete Poetry More Like This
You are the light that still shines on me
FOr you I will pine eternally
YoU were the one who did set me free
YouR love will always my comfort be
RoseS smell sweetest, my fragrant plea
SouL unto soul and heart unto heart
FoOlish is one who would tear this apart
EVery love has hardhips right from the start
Eternity's for those who choose ne'er to part
What do you think of me?What do you think of me? in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you think of me just what do you see,
a babe, wrapped up tight in a cloak?
Or a fairy tale myth who's been set free,
or a man whose back nearly broke?
When you think of me just why should you fear,
the end, it's not what you believe?
The coming wrath will eliminate tears,
bring mankind's long needed reprieve.
When you think of me do you miss the point,
your troubles, were they caused by Me?
It's for you my Father did thus anoint,
his Son, who will soon set you free.
When you think of me does it move your heart,
to sing, give praise to my Father?
I promise you this, if you'll do your part,
I'll take care of you, my brother!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghostsWerewolves, vampires, and ghosts in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh my!
And here I was sure they were friends.
Bela, one night, for my neck did try,
till his cape got caught on the fence!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good gawd!
Am I dreaming or is it all true?
When Lon grew a beard I found it quite odd,
was it real or he used super glue?
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, good lord!
Am I in Transylvania or what?
Casper came callin' one night, I was bored,
and then green-slimed me right 'cross the gut!
Werewolves, vampires, and ghosts, oh please!
I say enough is enough is enough!
I wish to gawd these wackos would cease,
before I grow fangs, turn into a wolf!
The Power of LoveThe Power of Love in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The sweet little girl, just this side of ten,
had a wisdom beyond her few years.
Her mommy had been with so many men,
she'd seen pain, fear, and so many tears.
Those pretty green eyes had witnessed so much,
horrors that they should never have known.
Barbies, teddy bears, and soft things to touch,
these are the things that a child rightly owns.
Then one day, when her mom was away,
the strange man to her did come near.
Her screams could be heard a mile away,
the officer held her as he shed a tear.
In less than a year, when hope had grown dim,
a nice couple took note and did offer.
She glanced at the lady, then looked up at him,
as they promi
What He NoticedWhat He Noticed in Free Verse More Like This
He noticed that her hair was as blonde as the sun,
perfectly brushed, hanging loosely about her shoulders.
He noticed that her lips were as red as crimson,
curled slightly up, in an everlasting smile.
He noticed that her wedding ring glistened in the light,
a band of gold, a reminder of good times past.
He noticed that her eyes were closed as if asleep,
those beautiful blues, the windows to her soul.
But what he noticed most of all was a heart no longer beating,
a chest no longer rising and falling with breath.
"This deafening silence; O to hear her laugh once again!"
As she lay there now in her eternal bedchamber,
her lifeless body as
SupranationalSupranational in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Come take my hand and we'll walk in the park
We'll play in the meadow and stay until dark
Come now my brother, there's so much to see
So much to explore for you and for me
Come take my hand and we'll lay down these guns
Let's show our resolve, let us be the ones
Come now my sister, we'll exit this place
We'll show them we're all one big human race
Come now my friend, you're no enemy mine
Agape love transcends both space and time
Together we'll stand, divided we'll fall
True brotherhood lives, for one and for all
Come now and see, a paradise at hand
For love and for kindness we've taken a stand
We'll never tire of that peaceful new world
Just Because...Just Because... in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
June was the month I first met my love,
Upon first sight, a gift from above!
Soft was her voice like that of a dove,
Twas God on our hearts a tapestry wove.
Before a year passed our lives were one,
Ever so many nights we had fun!
Children were planned, before it was done,
Angels were born, two girls and a son.
Ups and downs and soon they were gone,
So here we are, our work is now done;
End of a chapter, and yet we sail on!
Cry of the BansheeCry of the Banshee in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I heard a wail so soft and low,
from the wood I caught an eerie glow.
As the night wore on 'twas louder yet,
I laid there still, did moan and fret.
To what did the lonesome cry portend?
I shivered to think 'twas near the end.
Could it be the death of a man was nigh?
I waited for my answer from up on high.
The men who dress in long white robes,
who spread their lies across this globe.
See there! Some who dress in red!
Their councils and decrees fill men with dread.
But the one who holds that staff so tight,
the one who's conquered in his might,
was he the one for whom she wailed,
or will they all go down unveiled?
The sound did fade as the
Taste...and enjoy!Taste...and enjoy! in Free Verse More Like This
the sweetness of a cherry
the tart of the grapefruit
the sour of the lemon
the saltiness of seawater
the best kiss ever
the milk of a nursing momma
cookie dough on my finger
the nape of a lover's neck
prey for the lion
fodder for the bull
bacon for the mastiff
tender leaves for the panda
the Lord's evening meal
the Passover lamb
food shared with a poor brother
a meal with friends after prayer
"We have been blessed with so much good food,
yet, can we share with our brother?
As we taste and see that the Lord is good,
let's all take care of each other."
Perhaps Life IIPerhaps Life II in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Perhaps life is like a fairy tale
where all your dreams come true
it exists to give us memories
most of mine will be of you
and when we fall and stumble
yes, when we lose our way
our memories of life will save the day
Perhaps life is like an open road
perhaps a narrow path
some will experience happiness
while some are trapped by wrath
and when we're troubled and confused
and when our spirits sink
our memories of life can be our link
Oh, life to some is like a curse
to some a gift from God
For some it comes with healing
and some just feel the rod
And some say life's worth living
and some say that it's not
and some say life'
I Am....I Am….I Am.... in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am a human; I’m not flawless by any stretch of the imagination
I’m a loser, I’m a winner
I’m a right-minded, light soul; but I can also be a dark soul full of
What I Truly AmWhat I Truly AmWhat I Truly Am in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What I truly am is a teen, with above-average intelligence,
With emotional issues I’m too afraid to show one-on-one,
But doesn’t mind with a worldwide audience,
And I’ve seen demons in my own backyard, which I suppose causes me to think too much,
‘Cause I overthink every single day and night of the week,
Because I’m afraid of what others TRULY think,
And besides my family, I fear that I love people, who don’t truly love me,
I feel like I give too much because I want so badly to receive,
I feel like I put my foot in my mouth on far too many occasions,
I look over my shoulder constantly, to see if more enemies are waiting,
And that’s because I’m paranoid and frightened by the concealed and the anonymous,
I’m a teenager with many fears,
I’m afraid of saying the wrong thing,
I fear that my pleas for help really will end up falling on deaf ears
I fear now that if I share too much now, those I
Don't Be AfraidDon’t Be AfraidDon't Be Afraid in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Don’t be afraid of the darkness
That may sometime inhabit your mind
Because through the dark you can see the light and learn valuable lessons
One doesn’t need to be afraid of sadness or pain
When they know how to deal with it in a healthy and prosperous way
I may be young, only 16 years of age
But I sometimes feel like I have a 40 year old brain
Because I’m not afraid of talkin’ about my darkest days
And putting them out for everyone to see, I want them to learn from my mistakes
My anger, sadness, apathy and pain are all a part of me
And this is why I’m not afraid of it, because I’m finally learning how to handle it
And this is why I refuse to tread personal issues, lightly
So when I write, I want to add emotions and my pain to it because this is my outlet
Because this poetry is my story and I want people to want to read it over and over again
To put my lines and rhymes on repeat as their eyes fly from left
You Told MeYou Told MeYou Told Me in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You told me, “We only have one life to live…”
I never wanted to be ‘that guy,’ so I said, “I’d give it another try.”
But I suppose you thought that meant I had a few more chances to give…..
‘Cause nothing changed; simply more of the same straight-faced lies
Only this time, the lies became more outrageous
“You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever known,” you hesitated,
Then muttered, “I love you,” but now, deep down I knew you were no one to trust
Believe me I wanted to, but I’m not so easily persuaded
I saw through the façade; or as you put it, “Your wall,”
But you didn’t need it, not with me; at one point you really were my best friend
I would always be there for you, whenever you began to fall
I’d protect you and keep you safe; I never wanted our friendship to end
You told me, “I was the kindest guy you
Love Is...Love Is…Love Is... in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Love is patient, love is kind, it does not boast, it does not envy,
It does not delight in evil; but with the truth it does revel in
Love isn’t proud, it isn’t dishonorable, it doesn’t record right or wrongs, nor is it self-seeking,
It always protects, it always hopes, it will always carry on despite oppositions
Love, when it is true, will never fail you or me,
It will take two beings and form them into one,
Love will always conquer evil, no matter the circumstances
It will live on forever and ever, it will never be done
Love lives on through children, and their children’s children; this is why it will forever stay in existence
It is a smile on a child’s little face; it is the protective holding of hands between siblings
Love is a warm embrace between a daughter and her mother
It is tried, it is true, and it is unwavering
Love is a son playing catch with his father
It is most of all real, and I feel everyone can have th
GirlsGirlsGirls in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This poem is for all the wonderful women, ladies, girls
And I think women actually may rule the world,
But humans of the female persuasion are more than pearls
They’re diamonds; critical to man and his kind, but if men do rule the Earth,
It’s probably a woman’s universe
And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
The world is yours and you can do anything your heart desires
And to the stereotypes and prejudice, you ladies should throw to fire
You’re more than just a pretty face, an object of desire, or housewife
You’re not meant to just play with barbies or like pink, being into sports is more than fine
You’re far more than the exterior; you are the inside
You’re the soul and mind, the most important part of a human being
You’re more than a damsel in distress, you can be Katniss Everdeen
You can be the focus of the music that everyone sings
You can be the face of an entire nation, if you wanna be
If you apply
I Miss.....I Miss…..I Miss..... in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I miss the brotherhood; I miss the Phoebe to my Chandler
I miss the brother I’ve never known,
I miss the cousin, who was fun and was a trickster,
Now she’s gone and moved with some “swag” kid she barely knows
And it’s not necessarily the PEOPLE I miss,
But the memories of happiness,
The euphoric emotions I’ve experienced while I was with them
I even miss little Beatris,
And part of me wonders how we even spilt when we were lil’ kids,
It was so long ago, I can’t even remember what exactly happened,
And this isn’t to say I don’t love what I have now,
And I don’t even think I’d change anything
I just want to go back and see those sights and hear those sounds,
‘Cause I am where I am now for a reason and because of that, I wouldn’t change a thing
But sometimes when you’re reminiscin’, you want to go back for a minute,
Just a second, just a moment,
The ArtThe ArtThe Art in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Words, writing, rapping, singing, the art,
Ranging from every topic, unrequited love, suicidal thoughts to sociopolitical views
Music is the art, so I wonder why most music that gets play doesn’t seem to come from the heart
Seems like everytime I turn on the radio we’re talkin’ about partying, sexing it up, or actin’ a fool
Even an underground MC’s talkin’ about stealin’ “your grandpa’s style,”
Or some cat from the island or maybe another planet, talkin’ ‘bout when he was some girl’s man
Just give me a reason why I’m mistaken about these artists’ path and how they’re “so versatile,”
I don’t know, I just don’t get the radio besides they’ll play whatever sells, when will a mainstay
Change the game to their plan and their vision,
Instead of changing their music to what everyone else wants
Never have I’ve heard a mainstream radio f
Mindless RhymingMindless RhymingMindless Rhyming in Scraps More Like This
Sometimes inspiration strikes with no real message in mind
It just wants to play with words in the memory banks
And make them come together so they can smoothly rhyme
These words just stick together like beef and frank
And like those dogs, I hope it’s good for the taste buds
Rhyming to myself as I snap along with a non-existent beat
I hope you like how this reads ‘cause if this keeps up I won’t stop the run,
Till the sun comes up and I pass out from a lack of sleep,
This is poetic silliness and my rhyme style is quite simple
I just want these words to flow like a river
And move around gracefully like water ripples
I vow to write, talk and rhyme till my lips involuntarily begin to quiver
By my lonesome, my room is my sanctuary
Putting together words in a systematic fashion is my little escape
Smilin’ as I find another word to put in a certain spot, all the while playing with my vocabulary
Watching the led fly across my lined
I Love You For ThatTalking to youI Love You For That in Free Verse More Like This
is safe and its sweet.
It's innocent and free.
And I love you for that.
Looking at you
gives me shortness of breath.
Makes my heart beat fast.
And I want you for that.
Being near you
makes me nervous and scared
I love your scent and aura.
And I'll always be with you for that.
Hearing your voice
fills my ears with joy
eases my heart and my mind
And I could never leave you for that.
You've destroyed my world
You've rebuilt it though
to somthing more beautiful
and I love you for that.
SurvivorOn your left cheek bone, you had a long, dark scarSurvivor in Free Verse More Like This
That you've earned when you fought their brutal war
And five broken bones in your slender hands
That you've cracked in a fight of a few damned lands
You deny but I've seen the light limp in your knee
Twisted in a ship at the heart of the sea
You pretend it was fine just to hide your pain
But I see your tears through the thickest rain
And in silent nights I can feel your cries
Just beneath my skin. They uncover your lies
The lies that you've told of how you're doing alright
Though the soldier in you is in constant fight
In silent nights, behind your shut door
You still see your fr
FreeFighting against the current everydayFree in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes we have bread, and sometimes
The ashes of bread partly burnt, sooty grey
We've never tried meat except a few times
And the water we drink is mixed up with hay
I stand alone in the sun's burning rays
Praying that work will get me a few coins
Ma cries through the night to stay strong through the day
And all I can do is work hard and pray
Sometimes I ask Ma what's the matter
That I hear her crying every single night
She shouts at me, and her heart would shatter
I don’t know what's wrong or rather what's right
I search endlessly for coins in the trash
Sometimes I'm lucky and I find an old c