Poem For My Twin SisterPoem For My Twin Sister by RosaryOfSighsx
She can feel our hearts beat
inside small ribbed hulls in a blue womb
and rests her hands on the shape of us,
lays her head down -
down to that quiet world that harbours revelations waiting to take form,
to draw breath, to be born.
I hum gentle lullabies to the soft untuned melodies of you
lying silent beside me
our hands pressed –
crossed lifelines tangling
palms forming prayers of memory buried somewhere
in the shape of our lips,
untouched in our fragile
(we have the same fingerprints).
We whisper umbilical secrets to each other in the dark
connected by the steady thrum of our infant hearts.
In this hushed world, we are an echo, snowflakes mirrored
off the walls of skeleton key bones.
Two shapes unborn, but already I know you through and through.
And I wonder, just
if you’re the ghost of me
or I’m the ghost of you
Big sisterBig sister why do you cry?Big sister by RecklessMonstrosity
Why do you hide so much?
I love you big sister,
you're the one I can tell
my problems too.
big sister why is
our family so messed up?
Why do mom and dad
ignore what's in their face?
Big sister why do we
have to hide our pain?
Why do our parents not
want to believe it?
Big sister why can't
big brother stop?
Big sister why can't
mom see there's something wrong
with all of us here?
Big sister what happened?
Why does this happen?
Big sister why can't we be
a family again?
Big sister, why is our family
so messed up?
Big sister, were we ever
really a family?
Big sister I want
my brothers back.
Big sister I want
Myra to be happy.
Big sister are you happy?
Big sister, I want to be happy
again, whenever that was.
Big sister I love you.
Big sister will you help?
Big sister I want my
HospitalHospital by Riku727
"I hate hospitals."
"They're always trying to hide."
"What do you mean by 'hide'?"
"You smell that?"
"Yea. Smells clean."
"I hate that smell."
"It's too clean. It's like they're trying to hide the fact that people die here."
"Well that's morbid..."
"It's the truth."
"Would you rather it smell like germs and corpses?"
"No. But that's not the point."
"What is your point?"
"It's all just too... pleasant."
"Well yea. Hospitals are meant to help people. They're supposed to be pleasant."
"...You've never had a love one die, have you?"
"No one should have to sit and watch the world spin on as if the person they love never existed."
|I've written some poetry I don't understand myself.|
Serendipity and SnowfallI am la vie en rose,Serendipity and Snowfall by Sammur-amat
a newborn with as many mini bones in my body as possibilities.
I am potential waiting to be tapped into.
I am a spectrum of light,
serenity in the symmetry of a snowflake.
I come veiled in lace from everlasting love's womb with my budding,
goose-flesh tucked tenderly underneath.
I spread my spirit wide,
outstretching my feather-tips &,
supplicated by twizzles,
I catch my ballerina's foot & fly.
In these fleeting,
finite moments of ubermensch suspension in multiple salchows comes clairvoyance,
a kindness beyond the absolution of mundane minds.
With the key to perfection being repetition,
I pray you watch me as I molt my flaws away under the wondrous,
I shall soar,
from my axel I shall spiral sublimely on the outskirts of onlookers' smiles-
as well as my own,
& I shall skimpily,
glide through the snowflake strata unto the star-studded shangri-la.
I find my freedom in a winter only world.
Let me lease into my
Winter SkinIn Romania, the gypsies wanderWinter Skin by penlender
the streets, cold and weary.
Seven times the gypsy boy asked me
for the scarf I wore, haggard and old-
the weight of diaspora is heavy.
Each time I refused. His poverty
made him beautiful, and in the cold
of that December I let him freeze,
to wait for bird songs in the ceaseless din
of city noise in winter skin.
Pride of a Nationfear coalesced with doubt, crystallizing in the pit of herPride of a Nation by LightOverpowers58
stomach—intestines rotting with hatred, she prayed as
the men passed by, eyes tightened against winter winds
while drums beat to a somber march…her heart dropped,
cerulean blood pooling around the soles of her feet, hidden
from the oxygen filled air none of them could help but breathe
as the torches’ fire filled the sky and knapsacks overran with
precious goods…flee the city, they all did, with the pride of Russia
behind them, their homes lay as ashes and towns known only by
their wooden signs…snow shrouded the land and covered the people
born in a winter only world—she took a single breath and turned away
facing a new fate, one buried in snow no different from where she came.
Dear Big Brother,Sister cried three days straight,Dear Big Brother, by RecklessMonstrosity
Mom couldn't say a word,
and kept on cleaning saying,
"You've hurt this family enough.
I don't want you back in this home."
Big brother I miss you,
I'm wondering how things went wrong.
You were so strong and
turned away from all the bad in your life.
Big brother it was a slap in the face,
to realize you weren't so strong,
That even you could fall.
We love you and wanted the best,
but big brother you won't see.
The pain your causing to yourself and to us.
Big brother Vicente misses you,
Rolly asks where you are,
and we can't tell them the truth.
All we can do is lie to them,
Tell them you were busy.
Please don't push us away,
please big brother stop.
We want you happy and not yelling.
You won't listen to them,
so please listen to me.
Big brother you can't see,
Your girlfriend doesn't care.
Please just hear my pleas.
Big brother I know you're strong.
You've done it before.
Now you went back and I'm wondering,
if we'll ever have you back.
Big brother we m
ReuniteClose my eyesReunite by IceAngel1234
Think back to the day
Where our fingers tangled
Until to our dismay
You were ripped from my grasp
Found you in a ditch
Bled out you were
Arms still twitched
Its like this when you loose the one that means the most.
One day you two had the brightest plans,
The next day they're roast.
Open my eyes
Think about now
With my boney wrists sliced
But hidden by long sleeves
The living dead is my sin.
Find me in a ditch
Where I belong with him.
Its like this when you loose the one that means the most.
FootprintsWhen I walk down the sands of lifeFootprints by Anorak001
Every so often I turn back
And all I see are the footprints I've left behind.
Some of them are already being blown away by the winds of time
But they were there, make no mistake.
Even if they were blown away after a moment
They leave marks in our memories.
As if to say:
"Hey. I was here. And don't you ever dare forget that"
Dance Like You Think It's Gonna Kill YouYou closed your eyes and swung to the beat of the songDance Like You Think It's Gonna Kill You by Anorak001
I held your hands, and soon we were singing along
Real soon, you were dancing like you knew it
There was my chance, until I went and blew it
And you're off alone in your own little world
And I'm holding your hand, but now it's so cold
And when I fell to the ground clutching my head
You turned and ran and just left me for dead
And the music grew louder, but you didn't care
And all you did was run your hand through my hair
You straightened my tie, then took a hold of my jacket
You pulled my face close, and then, well, you kissed it.
You somehow ignored all the noise in the air
You tried to convince me that I shouldn't care
My headache grew with every beat of the bass
But when I looked at you, I saw it on your face
And just like that, all recognition left from your face
And you retreated in your mind to that special place
As your eyes went dim and you went limp in my arms
And people yelled "Would you please turn off those alarms?"
Untitled and UnfinishedAnd now this might the last poem I ever writeUntitled and Unfinished by Anorak001
Cause I'm about 30 minutes from giving up on this fight
Cause I've been hacking and slashing with all of my might
And none of it's done anything to get me out of this plight
And I've started to see things in a whole new light
And my outlook's been changing to the opposite of white
And when I look back on my life tonight
I recall all the times I went left when I should've gone right
And I recall all the people that kept telling me to fight
But they say idle hands are the devil's delight
So I promise I'll keep my hands busy tonight…
Devil's GraceHis lips are pale, shine like 50 shades of moon,Devil's Grace by Nathaira-From-Hel
His bony body is wrapped in a blanket cocoon
I sit by his side and read him out aloud,
the second chapter. He doesn't make a single sound.
His lids are swollen from too many whines,
I read the third line three, then four more times
He can't hear anything, lies still asleep
His lungs, they ache, his skin is drenched in heat
I put the book down, grabbed after my sleeve,
Whiped of the tears that I cannot keep,
¨One more week.¨ as the doctors said,
¨His chances are weak and his state is bad.¨
In the evening glow I felt him standing there,
Lurking in the shadows of silent care,
He has no horns like the bible tames,
Looking like the man every woman for prays,
¨Is there something I can do for you?
Something to take away all the cruel
feelings that you feel, tears that you cry
Can I make it better, baby, tell me one more time.¨
And the devil came to me and rubbed some wet streams from my face
Pushed them dry with
Robin WilliamsTon talent d'acteurRobin Williams by rotten101
Ton grand sens de l'humour
T'ont trop pendu à la tête
Helpless SoulsSome peopleHelpless Souls by SinRedemption
Only as toys,
They can brag.
But when you
Out of their
Now you wander
In the streets
Why your owner did that
Because you didn't do
If you will be lucky
You will find
People who will
Love you and
Take care of you,
If not then
The cruel fate
Is waiting for you.
The Last Thing On My Mind...Body is getting colder,The Last Thing On My Mind... by SinRedemption
Thoughts are slowly
Darkness and emptiness
In my mind and body.
All my life
Before my eyes,
The words that
I didn't say
In my mind,
The things that
I needed to do,
Will stay undone
Now it's time
To close my eyes
In eternal sleep,
With a final
Thought about you,
My dearest love!
Mary RogersMary Rogers by tommyboywood
Couldn't pay the rent, could you Mary?
Back out on the street, dearest Mary.
Winter's in the air/once a girl with pretty hair,
and the days are shorter now, my sweet Mary.
Where will you go, Mary Rogers?
Parks can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Out into the night/shadows everywhere a fright,
(Tell me) where will you go, Mary Rogers?
Store clerk turned her head, will you Mary?
Run fast as you can, dearest Mary.
Cops are on the way/daddy's calling you to play,
and the knife you dropped they found, my sweet Mary.
What will you do, Mary Rogers?
Prison is so cold, Mary Rogers.
Throw away the key/pray to God on bended knee,
(Tell me) what will you do Mary Rogers?
Stranger took you in, did he Mary?
Promised you the moon, dearest Mary.
Black eyes gave away/what an awful price to pay,
and nobody gave a damn, my sweet Mary.
When will it end, Mary Rogers?
Men can be so cold, Mary Rogers.
Needles always lie/mommy's back home baking pie,
(Tell me) when will it end, Mary Rogers?<
UninkedYou used to print your nameUninked by fableweaver55
on the lined sheet of my soul
with those coal eyes of yours.
Unfortunately, the ink has run out.
(I'll wait, while you go and get a new supply.)
Kindred EnemiesMy soulKindred Enemies by fableweaver55
(We must have been at each other’s throats in a previous life.)
Transmission ErrorYes, there was a transmission error.Transmission Error by fableweaver55
I failed to receive your bullshit.
Can you please try again?
(I wish this could work in real life.)
dear depression,(master of the umbra)dear depression, by RoseScarlet
i hate you.
broken whispers, lonely promises,
you are the worst of lovers, owning all, but
never seeming to be satisfied
even with your name branded scarlet into my wrists.
i am no longer the golden songbird as when you first met me,
you still hang onto me
raking across my heart like
my pen ripping across the bloodstained page, like
lightning across the skies, (vengeance
raining down from the gods i used to believe in)
"don't let them catch you,"
you breathed into my ears.
an ounce of life, in exchange for a cloak of darkness (i thought i'd only stay one night)
the fog was sluggish and deep.
so blinded, I hid
in the shelter you offered me
(i still hear those echoes)
my rib cages are my prison bars, my heart bound by these chains...
you chopped off my wings and left bleeding stumps
and told me i was never bound for the skies.
(shattered glass, lifeless eyes)
Set me free.
FrustrationFrustrationFrustration by mii-sama
Frustration is a rough young girl,
Alone she stands, dressed all in black, a bruise on her face, her shoulder against a steel lamppost.
She has a pungent odor,
A mix of unwashed clothing and to much perfume.
The lamp is not lit,
Instead it flashes on and off, on and off, illuminating her grubby appearance.
Others pass by and look her way,
Their heads turning like robots, almost in unison.
She glares a warning, a dynamite stick sparking.
Suddenly she screams,
Tears streaming down her face,
And then in a flash,
She is gone.
Her old, black, patched up bag still sits next to the lamppost, a promise of her return.
BarbieI am hollowBarbie by Joshybean
Empty, as they say
I am hollow
I am lifeless
more and more everytime
I am lifeless
much less than a sinful crime
I am not unique
for i strive to be somebody
I am not unique
for I'm only someone's copy
I cannot change
my plastic exterior
I cannot change
my lifeless behavior
I was meant
to be controlled
I was meant
to be played and toyed
I am depressed
behind this ardent smile
I am depressed
But it only lasted for a while
I am now dead
emotionless and numb
I am now dead
sick and tired of playing dumb
Lavender BlushShe was as elusive as snowflakesLavender Blush by YellowBeast
Melting through the hands that grasped her
She was as cold as ice
Glistening with deadly beauty
She was as beautiful as a winter cardinal
Her voice as sweet as birdsong
She was as enchanting as snowfall
Just as quiet, just as soft
She was the winter night
A whisper of a dream that slipped through moonlight
She was grey hues of dimmed candlelight
The liquid shadow that watched people sleep
Yet she was just as fragile as any glass
And as hard as any rock
To her no hearth held any warmth
Color and emotion never graced her
But for now she’ll allow the caresses and teasing
She’ll sleep in the bed of the one who cares
Lavender blush will fill her face subtly
Until she vanishes in spring
PortalThe birds are aboutPortal by Monocephalized
The clouds are out
So let's go and find
Some sort of mind
That does not care
But to where we want to go
And golden sunshine
Paint the way for us
Let's see where it takes us
To a faerie field
Full of daytime wheels
We can spin to wherever
Acrid blossom bells
Wave goodbye our cells
So let's not disappoint
And in their bright wave join
As our minds overflow with chance
Our feet are lively
Our smiles are wide
Do not hesitate
But to smell and taste
Like children's memories
Cruel mares can slumber
With all the other
But far aflutter
That picks at our aspirations
Storm fronts behind
Their intent unkind
So let's keep running
And never stop shunning
The past for all its pain
Our purpose so delayed
Become battle calls
To challenge in our midst
The devil's wrist
Nipping at our heels
To try and peel
The veil from our pictured
ButterflyI want my daughter to be a butterfly,Butterfly by puddlethecat
its not hard to explain why.
A caterpillar starting off small,
clunking around in mommy's heels,
trying to be so tall.
I slow her down, say life is a up and down climb
and hope she realizes growing up takes time.
Reaching down and helping her play with her toys,
knowing that one day they will be switched
for the attention and love of girls and boys.
her hair tickles me as I turn the story book page,
I am ready for the good and bad as it comes with age.
StarsYou fill me up with bubbles,Stars by puddlethecat
dreams and futures floating for me.
Using a line of chalk to draw my life plans on me,
outlining where we can go together.
Stars scribbled across my forehead,
highway across my belly.
Breathing in the cars, making a map of our love.
Guide to the AfterLifeEven as I face the Grim Reaper,Guide to the AfterLife by Sithwolf-07
I am not afraid.
For I know he is here
to accompany me to my grave.
He may show up,
whenever tragedy strikes.
But he is here,
to guide me towards the light.
As we travel towards the end,
He asks me one simple question.
“Do you know why I am here?”
“Yes” I answered for my confession.
So as I confess my soul to him,
the story of my Life.
We simply walked onward.
Onward towards that beautiful light.
Shiver In The SnowThe small icy needles pricking my cheeks,Shiver In The Snow by LovelyZ
The brushing of wind,
Making me shiver with delight.
The snow falls.
The white crystals cling to my hair,
I brush my cheek where a flake has clung for life on.
The ice slips and cackles under my feet.
It's a silent night.
The bright moon glitters above,
Stars shine brighter as the small snow falls slowly,
The night is perfect, beautiful, incredible,
A shiver in the snow awakes my senses.
The shiver is released.
fallsnowi remember when it began, a snowflake trapped in eyelashesfallsnow by photosynthetichuman
waking up to find my feet cold and buried white
the window menacing as crystal fangs grow
it fell faster, stalking, none the wiser but me
as the supermarkets grew slippery
and offices turned to caves made of ice
even under the sun, an avalanche
gushing like a river, the frozen powder covered all
children and birds became paper puppets in play
how odd to see the snowpeople alive
i walked, just a ghost
as it fell, and fell
but nobody saw
and nobody cared
it's not that bad
just me and the snow
and the blizzard finally blinded me
only winter left in my mind
A Passion Named DecemberThere's frost on the ground.A Passion Named December by ThomasInTheClouds
It creates for my heart a wintry crown.
Lady Winter runs her fingers through
My hair and leaves lip imprints of blue
On my cheek.
Intrepid eyes of my pallid lover
Lead me through frostbitten paths to discover
My soul is chaotic as a blizzard.
But in your chilled breath, I am delivered
With your song whispered meek.
Scintillating in the thawed skies,
Crystallized blessings cascade down to baptize
Me in this snowy throne room.
Together, my sorrow we entomb.
I adore your flawless physique.
December, I pray your reign never end.
Even still, your impression will never descend.
Down to my marrow, I feel you forever with me
I hope you can see
You have left in me nothing bleak.
The Slow FreezeUntethered spheres spin to a halt,The Slow Freeze by Psi-Kick-D
bored from fires long since put out.
Sighing melancholy tears into the new void,
they lie and wait for a friend long since lost.
Spring had come in a fiery explosion,
and summer slowly slipped away,
hidden somewhere under the monotonous tasks,
issued in stone by unseen guardians.
Only the cold whisper of lonely winter signaled the irreversible time passed.
CEOShoes, brown,CEO by SirRantsALot
covered in filth
have never seen dirt,
or walked on sun-warmed soil.
authoritative in demeanor
that lay wrinkled,
A fallen executive to be,
held up by ticky tacky,
no one wants to look the same.
The Beauty of the Flight OneOh bird,The Beauty of the Flight One by sammyxfreak
oh how I envy you so
with your wings so delicate
but has the strength
to fight and navigate through
the ever pushing winds
your sharp and fine beak
an open even
the hardest of words and nuts
to provide the proper amount of food
for your beloved nest
You work so diligently
looking around for signs of danger
to later take flight
if it comes to that
but staying to fight
if your nest comes to harms way
Your call expresses many emotions
that I myself sometimes feel
the purtrid cry of sorrow
the beligerant screech of anger
the prepossessing song of love and content
Oh how I envy many things
of your careful, free life
I still know of the great dangers
that you constantly face
and I will always admire
how dutefully you deal
with all the troubles
that come with being a bird
Bel Air of Red RosesWhen my time comes,Bel Air of Red Roses by DeathMonster777
I will finally be free from the evil of this world.
I will be ready.
Take me to the Lord.
Please let me in,
Into the pearly white gates.
I want in,
To see the faces of my beloved.
I want to roam the golden paved streets,
Sing in harmony with the angels,
Live in the mansions.
I want to experience the foretold place.
Let me in the clouds,
The light mist of Bel Air.
Breathe in the fumes of holy,
And relax after the long, past life.
Do not deny me entrance,
I will not let this happen.
Gargoyles of stone,
Do not mock me.
Tilt head back,
Eye lids close,
Lay back. Please grant me my halo.
Da dam la di da,
Ah ah ah,
Dreams do come true.
StormsWind comes in many forms,Storms by pokemonsonic345
The gentle breeze on a summer day,
Possibly a gust driving you home.
Or a giant funnel in the middle of a large storm.
That large funnel lunges forward,
To destroy all within,
When it bears down upon you,
It will destroy all.
Homes, schools, businesses,
It cares not what it hits,
All it wants is destruction,
And destruction it will get.
No matter where it goes,
Tragedy will often follow,
Families can be reunited,
But some will weep with sorrow.
Those who make it out alive,
Wait to be reunited with loved ones,
But little do they know,
That for a few,
They will never come.
Dear CassandraDear Cassandra,Dear Cassandra by SimonSayzz
The idea of writing to you is very scary. You and I are essentially the same person but your entire existence is a piece of paper.
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
How flappy are your arms?
Do they wave in the wind
or jiggle at a touch?
Are they life like,
or flesh like
or are they just paper arms?
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
how thin and lifeless are you?
Do you wither in the rain
or crumble between hands?
Are you life-like
or are you just a paper heart?
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
how graceful and perfect are you?
Do you parade around in fancy clothes
or wear those Jimmy Choo’s?
Are you life-like
or are you who I wish to be?
Oh paper self, oh paper self,
How different are you and I?
Do you have weight
or is there only air around you?
You are life-like
but not flesh
who I wish to never be,
for the simple fact that paper self,
I love me for me.
~Alter~~Alter~~Alter~ by Xaviorzion
I'd change the past,
To alter the future,
Differ from the moment of which we're in,
Where would life begin?
What would happen if the past was changed,
To alter the future, that changes the time,
to which is current, of the moment I'm speaking,
You already know, You've been there,
Hand in hand, regrets in mind,
Wouldn't you want to alter time?
Each memory we have shared,
Wether it's happiness or not,
It always doubles,
Sometimes causing an uprising,
Or possible defining others, in which we hold,
What more could we do?
What would the future have in store?
We're stuck, We're in the present,
Our future is unknown,
To alter time, Taking a trip back down the road,
Where would we be now?
What would you change?
Differences in each other,
Make similarities much more brighter,
Our common interests and goals,
Would shine like the sun,
But our faith falls to the horizon,
We don't know what we want anymore,
Are you even there?
It's so dark; So dreary,
The faith is gone,
scraps and sacramentsyou,scraps and sacraments by intricately-ordinary
beautiful siren girl with melodies
entangled in her hair: you are
shell-shocked and sea-struck
even though you cannot stand
the sensation of sand beneath
you have fingers for prying, picking,
pulling at your skin and nesting
in that hollow space between
your bones. and if anyone asks,
you will swear there are monsters
sleeping in the concaves of your ribs;
there are ghosts beneath your tongue,
embittered, and you are not the words
they say there is an answer, little girl
(sometimes you begin to believe you are
a scarecrow on the border of reality
begging people to turn the other way;
and the mirror will agree)
how far have you gone? a feather in
the breeze who won’t promise to return
again; there is a wandering warmth in
the hesitation of your harbored fear.
where will you be in six months when
the future has become itself and you
are still astray? little one, no one is like you
in the way you sway to the cadence of a
dissonant night. no one knows your
Freedom in Introspectionmusic—overwhelmed with passion thrummingFreedom in Introspection by LightOverpowers58
through veins loaded with life’s elixir, heart pumping
tha-thump-tha-thump within a torso pleading for
release from earthly confines such as the pain of love
and killed dreams dreamed in the moonlight’s glow
and under starlit ceilings…whirring thoughts
click—click—click—click pen tops prey to nervous
habits born of a too busy brain…voices cavorting
through the air, slipping into eager ears from headphones
small and ineffectual yet loved all the same, mimicking
sounds of eons long and gone past…
Victim of a Broken HeartAwake and confusedVictim of a Broken Heart by Reham-Y
Broken and bruised
Just left me with the why's
Took me in and shattered me apart
Held my heart and made it into art
A brush sharp as a knife
That tore my life
The AftermathCrashed and burned but survived it allThe Aftermath by Reham-Y
Crossed through the long dark tunnel of life's unfair tests
The shadows are retreating to their corners
A sea of relief and joy is where I'll sail
Peace is now the sound that I can hear in the air
Hold me close and whisper to me words that tickle my heart
Forget our troubles and lets dance to the invisible melody
Sing the notes that our hearts wrote
Laugh and embrace the funny little jokes
Kiss whom your love lays upon like its your first and last kiss
Hold on to the peace and joy these moments have
They are temporary rewords
For the battles you have fought through
Rest and enjoy while the sun is still up
Gather your strength before light is gone
Where you'll once again fall and survive
The StormTears will fall from our eyesThe Storm by Reham-Y
Rock bottom is where we will rise
Take my hand, hold it tight
I'll never let you go, it'll be alright
When our sky above is light blue
I'll be there to smile and laugh with you
But when the gloominess in our sky spreads through
I'll be there to fight the darkness with you
Don't worry my friend, the storm won't last
It'll be just a memory from your past
The YetiThe Yeti by 19andMugsy
There was a field outside my window.
At night, the moonlight shone on it so
hard, I'd think that it was the ocean.
It would take your breath away,
to see its waves; ebb and flow.
I would sit on my window seat looking
out of my window at its nature.
I remembered everything without me
It was like for the first time, I trusted
my mind. Now, my mind rewinds,
when I sleep and it reminds me of
that uber beautiful scene.
They say that somethings you
remember originates in your
When it comes to my life, I'd
What do I mean? Think!
Look at the. A moon lit wallah.
Looking like a yeti on the blue.
So afraid to climb out the window
and so enthralled to fall away,
I froze like a Popsicle and melted,
my sweat down to my palms.
To and fro,
ebb & flow.
When he looks at me,
I wonder what he's thinking
& when he stares, I ponder.
He is tall and shaggy, much
bigger than me & stronger.
But I am just a girl, a gal,
7 years old, 7 years of age
:: This Little Equinox ::The warm emeralds:: This Little Equinox :: by MadxRhapsodyx17
transcend through the winds of change;
cooling and falling.
An Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem)The writing is nothingAn Evening in Some Poet's Den (Title Poem) by StrikeTheMadness
When everything feels wrong.
Awake at night.
Blind eyes wide open
In search of sleep,
Don’t pray for me.
I’m not a child;
The memory of who you wanted me to be.
Sorry, I’m not perfect.
I’m only human,
Ready to fall
Down, down, down,
(Even buildings eventually collapse.)
If you are drinking to forget,
You might just end up remembering
The woes of the world.
No big deal.
Don’t be ashamed of who you are.
Sanity is an illusion,
Tragedy is beautiful.
The Free-form Poet's SedokaHow does one conform?The Free-form Poet's Sedoka by StrikeTheMadness
Act how everyone else does,
Never standing out.
Why would one want to?
If we all write the same way
No one is special.
No Such Thing as Luck HereLuck is nothing,No Such Thing as Luck Here by StrikeTheMadness
Action is everything.
It wasn’t luck that kept me
In the hands of an unconcerned lover.
It was insecurity and adolescent dreams
That made me stay
After trust was thrown away.
This is not a disgrace to me,
People’s actions only reflect on themselves,
What you do after that
Is on you.
Luck never made my decisions,
My experiences sway me more.
If I were to forget them
I would only repeat the mistakes
That I’ve made before.
Things that some would call shitty luck
And then go on to hate
Are the things that make me strong today.
I Wish...I wish thatI Wish... by SinRedemption
You could feel
What I feel,
See what I see,
Hear what I hear,
So that you
That I'm not perfect.
pillar of mothssooner or later, the stench of the streets ramspillar of moths by ghostinafog
your knuckles into the wall.
you will feel its nose cold and moist on your shoulder
like a rifle barrel.
sooner or later, it will get you;
it will drag hairballs and garbage into your room,
it will be-paw scratched in blood in public urinals.
with the loyalty of a husky, a hybrid, a wolf,
it gets you.
i wanted to be your house of unbreakable light;
i was a pillar of moths emitting a cracking
beauty (lost)and i swear, this is the last time he'llbeauty (lost) by RoseScarlet
pin me to the wall
(he tells me i'm a work of art,
but after all this time, i'm still just a girl)
too young, too young, the walls whisper
too late, too late, i sob
because this battered body,
this girl with the scarlet tattoos, she is too tired to escape
and her wings won't work in the rain.
and as i suck in air, i wonder, how many more will have to endure
the pain of not being their own
i have heard too many screams, all at once
(God who i stopped believing in,
if you can hear me,
let this end, so that when i am walking in the streets
with my child, i can swear,
that she will never
have scars on her back,
she will never
have welts on her heart)
Universe Inside Herthere is a universe inside herUniverse Inside Her by BlackBowfin
systems upon systems
sometimes they collide,
or overlap and pass
some bright and expansive
as newly forming stars
some dark and vacuous
as old ones collapsing
there is a universe beside me
in this bed, she is my earth
hills and valleys
through shared rock shelves
our collection of mismatched
objects and moments
fractured and whole
to the balance
and gravity between us
our lives combine here
we heal and break
in the shared ache
of empty and full
there is a universe inside us
around us, with
and without us
our moons mature
spin off and center
their own galaxies
and we'll be here
in the shared ache
for our new
from the starline
Blitzen's lamentBlitzen the plain old reindeerBlitzen's lament by 16woodsequ
Had a very normal nose
And if you ever saw it
You’d see it’s as plain as it goes
All of the other children
Used to know Blitzen’s name
Then along came Rudolph
And ruined all their games
On that fatal Christmas Eve
Santa said to him
“Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?”
(Which is illogical because really, Rudolph’s never driven the sleigh before,
and it wasn’t even that dark, and we nearly ran into three houses anyways...)
But never mind
Soon all the children loved him
Though they shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the red nose reindeer
You brought on this misery!
Bread and WoodLoaf of bread, piece ofBread and Wood by Malintra-Shadowmoon
Wood: May you have enough to
Eat and heat next year.
Fir-tree in the ForestOutside it is bitter cold,Fir-tree in the Forest by Malintra-Shadowmoon
Frozen I trudge through the forest.
Untouched, innocent, white -
A bare forest-aisle shines.
Once stood the child’s dream
As a green fir-tree
At the great white place.
This, now as a Christmas treasure –
I am missing badly.
Every year, quite solemn,
I went away on Christmas Eve,
Away from my home.
Hurried quickly to my tree
That was my Christmas dream for me.
Kindled a light -
There my prayer was made.
In the midst of the peaceful forest
I felt only seldom cold.
However, this time it is lacking.
Christmas Eve is empty now.
Sadly, I trot back,
Weeping for lost happiness.
Dear Christ child, tell me why
Are people so stupid?
They murder my fir-tree,
They kill my Christmas dream.
MailanderliI loved the lemon cookies best -Mailanderli by miserabel
butter and sugar that melts on tongues,
a sweet symphony in baked goods.
Mother loved us more than baking
(or cooking, to tell the whole truth)
and while she claimed not to be fond
of standing in the kitchen for hours,
for us she rolled out the cookie dough,
and let our childlike enthusiasm infect her smile.
The kitchen smelled wonderful
in those December days,
and I can't help but miss it dearly,
so these years, in the December days,
I roll the dough out myself.
It's hard to be sad about baking together
having ended up staying in the past
when the kitchen fills itself
with lemony-buttery smells.
I love the lemon cookies best -
how could I not? They're childhood
and memories of when christmas
meant nothing but magic to me still.
Light My FireLight My FireLight My Fire by MichelxPuabi
"In the Name of Love"
We lie together upon my bed of oak;
Our hearts are surely flames of desire.
The longer we linger, the hotter they grow;
Still, she lights my fire.
Outdoors, the sky grows dark for the night;
Indoors, there is more than electric lights;
The fire she lights is burning higher..
And higher..and higher...
"Darling, set this night on fire!"
12:01convoluted rhythms and12:01 by itselliegasp
we dance like disjointed
marionettes trying to
play grown-ups, but
at night our
baby tears just don't
dry on their
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
This Group is dedicated to all kinds of poetry.
But please follow the rules. They are here to protect the group and ensure that we all get along.
Mature content is fine as long as it has the appropriate filter on it. Otherwise, it will be removed from the group and we will send a note to the author.
You can submit poetry by yourself, or suggest the work of other deviants. But never attempt to claim someone else's work as your own!
You will only be allowed to submit three deviations per week.
Membership is for everyone! So, invite, invite, invite! The more the merrier!
The "Featured" folder is for contest winners and those works we think deserve special recognition only! No exceptions.
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There will be folders created specially for prompts and contests.
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Now, get writing and submitting!
10000 lifetimes painted
in hungry ear drums.
world peacesand foundation
i'm not going to lie and say she was perfect.her skin was spotted with what she passed off as freckles,
but what were really scars from a thousand summer suns
as she ran about outside,
climbing trees and treading rivers,
pretending to be an american bomber
in the midst of WWII.
she kept crimson stains on pearl pink lips,
which always had the habit of getting on her teeth
because she put on make-up after dressing in her car
and ordering coffee in every way she hated it
as she drove to the record store three times a day,
ignoring her job downtown.
she owned four and a half hairbrushes exactly,
i took count on the first night i stepped into that whirl-wind room,
though her lopsided up-dos of messy blonde hair revealed just how much her fingers
never broke the dust.
she had these lovely fragile hands
that showed each and every vein and bone,
the type of hands made for tearing boys like me apart.
how could i have even expected to survive,
a paper poet
held against a reckless flame?
Field of Two Faced ImaginationI stood there where
the whales have wings
and the moon laughed gently
(Giant kids killing
with sharpened forks)
There were so many stories
(so many characters to kill)
to be written
All I really cared about
(like the love of the things I fear)
I felt like (my life is over)
going to swim (and drown)
in the lake of crystals
(with slimy edges which make me bleed)
So come with me
to my wonderful field of (ruined) dreams
help me! I don't want to die!)
I promised you...
You won't find anything evil here...
(But I lied...)
hibernationshe thinks it started with
He felt like November
mornings pressed up the window stills
chimney ashes pulsing through her veins
like insanity, in resounding hymns
and Sunday worship, the disjointed chorus echoes and background noise
Of shallow graves immersed in
And she was the conjuring of flight lessons
On the moon, and hibernation, heavy on the lips
The deactivation of
her capillaries trickling down dysphoria and
It is 10:50 p.m.9:06 p.m.
the eyes in the mirror won't stop staring back at me.
is that really me?
those can't be my lips. they're too ugly.
and my cheeks. who would ever want to caress those things?
i need to get up. goddammit, stop looking at yourself!
no. no. no. no. no. no. no.
hah. i've become like narcissus. wonder where my echo is?
fuck. fuck this. fuck me. fuck everyone.
why can't this all just stop already?
don't you dare cry you pathetic, ugly, disgusting creature.
i'll never find what i wa
Summer Mini-Contest. Updated!Hey everyone!
**We are extending the deadline for submissions to 9/10.** I hope this will give us enough time to get a few more entries. *hint hint*
We are having another mini-contest!
Our challenge to you...Write a poem about a color. Pick a color- any color and write us something beautiful.
Let's get the pesky rules out of the way.
1. You must be a member to participate.
2. You are allowed 1 entry per person
3. The deadline for submissions is 8/30. This gives you plenty of time to come up with something fantastic!
4. Entries must be a new deviation- something written specifically for this contest.
5. You MUST mention this contest in your artist comments and if you could fav this journal, that would be much appreciated!
We will pick one winner who will receive 50 points and a poetry commission from me,
and 50 points courtesy of :iconBark:
We will also have 2 honorable mentions that will get 25 points each from me,
and 25 points courtesy
As summer comes to a close...I hope every one of you is enjoying the summer! Don't forget about our Summer Contest- the theme is color and we've got some pretty cool prizes this time around.
Also, I've decided to hold a little side contest and it goes a little something like this: Below are six deviations to be used as picture prompts. Pick one and write a poem inspired by it. I will choose one winner who will win 75 points from me, and be included in the contest winners features. I will pick nice, COLORFUL photos and hope you'll be try to capture that color in your poem.
2. Burnt Umber
To submit entries for this, please comment on this journal with your poem and which picture you chose.
Good luck and happy writing!
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