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SpringReluctance does not exist

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 soarsSpring23 minutes ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Just a dreamNo matter the day
No matter the hour
No matter the passing time
Let me believe
That I still need your love
After all that you've done me
But I know, it's just a dream
A dream of a breaking heartJust a dream2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Vortex Of Me4 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Peace Acrostic PoemPuppies
Eating
Apple Pies
Calming
EaglesPeace Acrostic Poem5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Peace Tanka PoemPeace is a power.
The power to help kids learn.
Learning is peaceful.
Peace is playing video games.
Peace is not even close to war.Peace Tanka Poem5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Lyriktheorie, Teil 1 von 5 (Allgemeines)7 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Ma fleur du 21 MaiMa fleur du 21 mai.

En m’asseyant au pied d‘un arbre,
Je rencontrai une fleur,
Si charmante et radieuse en son cœur,
Que j’engageai avec elle un palabre.

De son ornement aux multiples couleurs,
Je décidai de l’y arracher,
Tel un trésor que jamais je n’aurai pensé trouver,
Je la plaçai au plus près de mon cœur.

Elle ne se livre pas aisément,
Et ne se plie pas à tous mes caprices,
Elle sait se rendre tel un délice,
Que l’on doit mériter pour déguster prestement.

Cette fleur m’est comme une caresse,
Qui d’une mainMa fleur du 21 Mai8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

honor himhe was a hero, he was a villain, he was comic till the end
he was a roll model to live by and an example to defend
he was greatness he was wicked he never told a lie
but as all things do in this world he eventually had to die
he never showed a lick of fear and always spoke his mind
never caring what people thought made him one of a kind
i lived by his example and was honest all the time
never worrying about the results, my thoughts were always mine
but in the end the stubborn must die just as all rest
but in the years he lived he truly was the best

Rest In Piece. George Carlin died June 23, 2008
may his memory never be forget and his examplhonor him11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

zombie liferemove the head destroy the brain
have we all simply gone insane?
no rhyme or reason left at all
wandering aimless through the hall
dead to the world we feed and kill
as if acting on an instinctive will

the world is filled with zombies now
wanting and waiting yet no one knows how
they walk along and spread the disease
killing freedom andspirit with effortless ease
nothing left but broken souls
shattered dreams and no morals

now i'll tell you the truth of this
if i don't it's a truth you might miss
the zombies are like you and me
walking around for all to see
normal people stuck in a hole
unable to free their drowning soul

people attack thezombie life11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

the riverrivers run long and and rivers fast
to the future and through the past
flowing straight and curving round
reflecting the sky on the ground
they know no time but watch it all
as crawling creatures rise and fall

nothing stops the rivers flow
lest changes are made as they grow
a pebble tossed in can alter its way
causing a river to flow and sway
changing paths but moving still
all is in the rivers will

strong is the way the river moves
between the rocks in tiny groves
never stopping to think as it goes
just moving along under our nose

now people may not stop and see
the rivers flow like you and me
but it moves on never minding
under ground tthe river11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Deceptionborn of chaos, dark as night
born to fight warriors of light
born to kill and enslave
born to fall in early graves

hard we fight every foe
hard we fall on steel below
hard to kill we will stand tall
harder still to make us fall

alone we stand on bloody field
alone we watch our enemies yield
alone in all thing said and done
alone forever, trust no one

fight the light that stands in our way
fight untill our final day
fight for glory and eternal fame
fight to prevent eternal shame

stand tall and fast our leaders here
stand straight a proud and show no fear
stand before the mighty king
stand and face him groveling

plot to end the kings greatDeception11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

BattlesBattles won and battles lost
Yet never was there a greater cost
What happens down the road from here?
What will come of yester year?
With memories and time forgot
Maybe then will sorrow rot
But till that day the thought stays true
Never to vanish is me and you
For life is full of misery
And in its great complexity
We find the strength we need to live
Else our mind and body give
But with this strength we can endure
And life goes on of this be sure
So never give in when the fight goes bad
And never feel that life is too sad
For it can be better and it can be worse
But please remember this last verse
Never give up from problems of today
For theyBattles11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

death of a rogueOh what a wicked web we weave when first we practice to deceive

Oh twisted vale, that tyrants knot, ever practiced and never caught

Why must we choose to travel there

What pulls our hearts to wicked wears

If one must travel many roads to reach destination told

Then will not the wary heart grow old like snatch of trinkets bought and sold

And why must we seek to fill the void empty value and secret word

For is not the way to be proclaimed and taught so that others could

Or maybe I just trifle here in search of hidden value feel

That such a life may glamour prevail

In thy ways the heart dost fail

For wicked ones no not of love

Nor podeath of a rogue11 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

MundoMundo que olhas para mim,
Mundo cujo olho para ti.
Não és um conto de fadas
Nem és o bendito paraíse criado por deus.

Olho para ti enquanto olhas para mim,
Só vejo miséria, só vejo mal,
Só vejo o que não é bom,
Vejo o em ti e nos que por ti caminham.

Não á amor, á uma fútil paix-ao luxuosa,
Não á alegria, mas sim uma complecência fria.
É mais difícil dar do que tirar,
É impossível desviar o olhar e ignorar.

Mundo que és assim.
Mundo que és despedaçado...Mundo12 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Happier TimesHappier Times
by CRV

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 Happier Times13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

she's dancing outsideShe's dancing outside with the boy from Guam,
spotlighted by the full moon, long shadows
falling with each step they take. When the song
ends, they part and bow to one another
their goodbyes.she's dancing outside15 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

What may be a dream?Oh, what may be a dream but wishes mute?
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.What may be a dream?16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Les poemes du temps numero 5... Enfer froidLes puissants font la guerre et les petits en meurent,
On sortait des chariots de cadavre à chaque heure,
Protection dérisoire face aux foudres d'Hitler,
C'est un bout d'enfer froid au milieu de la guerre.

Bras de fer entre fous sur le fil du rasoir,
Toujours plus près du gouffre et sans jamais se voir,
Deux titans trouent de plomb une amère Russie.
Vieux tyrans sous les ponts de leurs Mères Patries.

Tout le monde a appris à ignorer la peur,
Ce n'est que le hasard qui défend des snipers.
On rentre mort ou fou, tue entre feu et glace.
Le cri de deux mortiers, silence dans la place.

On essaie Les poemes du temps numero 5... Enfer froid17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was ten
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
And soContinuous Voices19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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