Aur si plumbUn gând de aur, dar se simteAur si plumb2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
mai greu ca un pumnal de plumb
ce intră-n coaste, se învârte,
și caută să iasă prin minte...
Stilou de aur, scrie versuri,
dar lasă urme ca de plumb,
pe foi mânjite de cerneală,
și de cafea, și alte resturi...
Un glonţ de aur, dar se simte
mai tandru ca o zi de plumb,
îl pun aici, închid capacul,
și ca un gând, îl scot prin minte.
ContrariwiseSilly little Alice,Contrariwise1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Forget all you thought you knew,
For deep inside your head,
Everything is all askew.
If they tell you that one plus one,
Equals twelve and half, my dear,
Don't worry yourself about it,
For two is so last year.
Don't even try to be different,
Or it'll be "Off with her head!",
And you'll find it's better to live a lie,
Than it is to end up dead.
So heed this socially accepted advice,
Ditch any scraps of your insanity,
To cavort with the Hare in March,
Join the Hatter for a cup of tea.
Fritter your days away,
Dancing under a Cheshire moon,
Don't mind the surrounding chaos,
Ignore impending doom.
But even as you join in
Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was tenContinuous Voices2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I found what lingered in my head disturbing
And it wasn’t until I grabbed a pen
And saw what truly lingered when I began writing.
There were continuous voices within my head
I was not one to favor them dead
Although, they had violet images attached
The way I wrote them matched.
Since then, the voices have changed
Octaves have risen and lowered
Their words have exchanged
And eventually became uncensored.
These continuous voices have brought war
Ones with an uprising roar
And at moments I want to kill the sound
For they are so profound.
Yet, they continue to crescendo
And welcome me to a hidden story
What may be a dream?Oh, what may be a dream but wishes mute?What may be a dream?2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Those thoughts that dance and prance a time or two?
The silent longings of the heart set free
To lift the spirit from chambers dark and cold.
A dream is as a morning mist of spring;
Refreshing, light, and gently promising
To all who sleep and wake in time to catch
The welcome peace and glory they behold.
But woe to waking hours; the bitterness they bring
When dreams escape the loving hold of thought!
The plaintive heart starts longing once again
To sink into the realms of possibility.
Through an Angel's EyeThrough an Angel's Eye6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some see the world through their rose-colored glasses,
some see it only as bad.
Some see man split into one of three classes,
some see it only as sad.
They say the eye to the soul is a window,
some find such introspect lame.
Still others prefer to focus on shadow,
some look for fortune and fame.
To see the world softly through colors sublime,
requires a heart that is pure.
Yes, to see the world as an angelic rhyme,
the eye must be steady and sure.
Through the eyes of an angel she captures our world,
the beauty of God in her lens.
By virtue of her work nature is unfurled,
earning her many a friend.
Oh, Holy FatherOh, Holy Father above, please hear me tonight,Oh, Holy Father1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Give me the strength to continue the fight
Against the evil that lies within my heart –
Purify me, let me bleed and tear me apart.
Cleanse me, I beg of you, set my soul free
From the demons that have such a hold on me.
I am a man, a mere mortal, dedicated and just,
I steer clear from sinners and am not swayed by lust.
I am loyal and honest and faithful and true,
And, in my time of need, I turn to you.
I am wounded and broken and on my knees, I pray,
Save me before the sun greets another day.
Protect me from the darkness, let my torment end,
So I can be your Man of God once again.
Faded bluesShadows dance of patented hues,Faded blues2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Yellow folded somber blues
Fear I tried in vain forbidden.
As all I long for is e'r hidden;
Shadows coved in bloated lies
My heavy heart, buzzing like a thousand flies.
Shadows Welcome by means of trust,
Yet terrified of misted dust.
Shadows threaded within the dawn,
Ever soon to be gone, unseen.
Motions treated in colored hues,
And my wold is simple now...
Shadows of faded blues.
Up above the world so high OneUp above the world so highUp above the world so high One3 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
One small step to surely die
Goodbye pain worry and stress
Leave in one expressive beautiful final mess
Comforting ReachComforting Reach3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hear me, blonde boy,
With your look not so coy.
Let me bring a smile to your face,
I see that pain with which your eyes are laced.
Deary boy look at me
Or the world and all its beauty.
Don't let the past haunt you now,
Or smother you like a musty cowl.
I will do anything to see you smile,
You have me to take comfort in for awhile.
All I've told you is totally true
I just wish to take care of you.
So please look at me,
Don't think of your past.
For the past is just that...
It can't ever last.
Stand StrongI stand in awe at the strong winds blowingStand Strong8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Hurricanes rising and tornadoes growing
Housing blown away and long hair flowing
Killing the crops of this year's sowing.
Stay strong, dear brothers; Strong in disaster
Stout in the winds that blow ever faster
Stay strong for your children, strong for your wives,
To get to the morning you must first traverse the night.
The Pentagram and the CrucifixOne, a evil humanThe Pentagram and the Crucifix1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who let demons in
When he was betrayed by the cross
He wants to murder an entire race
The other follows the crucifix
Who fell in love with the evil human
She says nothing but him not loving her
Would cause her to leave
Not the murderous will
Not the hate of the crucifix
Not the wounded corpse
Not the weakness
He also vowed not to leave
Evil he may be, he does value on thing
Loyalty, honor, and trust
Is he a fool for trusting her?
And is she a fool for trusting him?
Can the pentagram and the crucifix really co-exist?
SpringReluctance does not existSpring1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sweet nectar rests on thy lips
I'm looking at now..
Smiling for the shadows on the ground
Between the sun's rays
A song to dance, A soul at play
Consumed by the moon
Laying under a blanket of stars
My mind wanders
And my heart soars
Happier TimesHappier TimesHappier Times2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I think of happier times. When things used to be right with the world.
Things have changed in such a small scale.
Then the Humans came, and things unfurled.
Of course, their cause was true. They did not wish to fail.
Our worlds were joined. We were now citizens of the grand alliance.
Earth was our salvation, and our friend in this darkest hour.
But the Doctor stood poised; he attacked out of defiance.
And our Human friends fought for us, bled for us, and stood with us; they did not cower.
Oh how I wish for happier times.
The death and destruction has returned from our past.
We were fools to think we could keep
Consequences Be DamnedSheConsequences Be Damned4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
knowledge; and the
electricity whispers through dancing
irises; I am reminded of the
Sonnet SadieI love my cat SadieSonnet Sadie6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She's quite a little lady
She runs around the house
like a cat chasing a mouse
She can do a flip
When she wants to do a trick
I throw her ball,
She runs down the hall
and hits Allysa's door.
And it doesn't make her sore!
I love my cat Sadie.
The EndFace hit, lips split,The End14 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Body shaking, mind racing,
Secrets kept, tears wept,
Blood soaked floor, inner war,
Self-caused pain, skin stained,
Noose tight, feels right,
Kicks chair, ends despair,
Heart sinks, can't think,
Screams heard, no words,
No more dread, or blood shed,
Purrfect Feline EvevningThere he is againPurrfect Feline Evevning1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His tail is all a flow
I wonder of his thoughts within
Perhaps I'll never know.
Sitting over in his square
He's always so care-free
Sitting there, such shiny hair
So calm indeed, what else could it be?
It's here he waits for the night
His favorite time to play
At night he has his greatest sight
Right after his long day.
I see it as his eyes are growing bigger
A drink and food, before his night of vigor.
Dancing LessonsThe world can still a singing heartDancing Lessons1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
or tether dancing feet;
And oft I wonder if the world
has done this all to me.
On my own, I cannot see
the hope that day will come-
All I know is present dark
which makes my spirit numb.
I wear a ball and chain of doubt;
It's all the world can give!
I pray not to be left alone,
I know not how to live!
You said to trust you with my heart
for you alone are life;
You said you'd free me from the dark
and heal me of my strife!
I beg you promise me one thing,
If I take this chance:
Show me who I am again
And teach me how to dance.
Real FriendsREAL FRIENDSReal Friends1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Real friends you meet once in your life
And for ever they remain
No matter if you’re on the edge of the knife
Or when it’s you to blame
Real friends are those who forgive
Real friends are those whom you forgave
Real friends will always believe
Real friends will follow you to the deepest cave
And never say you’re not my friend
It’s worse than even the world’s end
If you did that just say “I’m sorry”
Real friend of yours will say “don’t worry”
Real friends you surely met before
Real friends you really need to know
Real friends of yours are always close
And you fo
Lonely MadnessMy mind is lost in an empty stare,Lonely Madness1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Fleeing to fields of joy and happiness,
Oh! how I long to truly venture there,
To escape my lonely madness.
Black BoxHere is a girl in a big black boxBlack Box1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A haunting box, with golden trim,
Its solitary window dim-
Candlelit- but shining over gnarled locks.
But inside vast expanses grow,
With rivers wider than the seas
All dappled by the sun and breeze,
And hills like thawing mounds of snow
Or else the sun inside is weak,
And the room no larger than the world
After all, and the inhabitant sits curled
Waiting like her candle's wick to speak.
She has a body made of doors,
Each metal-bound and rusty-spined,
Each hiding there another door behind,
Each held fast by another lock before.
Go on then, open up the box,
The lovely box, and step inside.
See melting hill