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Poem of the day 145 / Poeme du jour 145Une pluie d’hiver
sur les dunes
scalpées

A winter rain
on the scalped
dunes

Frantz, mai / may 2013Poem of the day 145 / Poeme du jour 14523 hours ago in Free Verse

VIIITe souviens-tu cette nuit rouge
Où tes os dansaient en moi ?
Tes mains ont tant usé mon corps
Que mon cœur est à l'air libre. VIII20 hours ago in Free Verse

VoidMy world,
New.
My mind,
Clean.
My heart,
Pure.
My face,
Unseen.
-
My name,
Void.
My color,
None.
My soul,
Cold.
My story,
Unwritten.
-
My powers,
Gone.
My gifts,
Vanished.
My vision,
Done.
-
Our Elder Brother wrote the story,
Of which we live.
-
Our Brother left the ending,
To the Younger Siblings.
-
My Name,
Void.
My story,
Unwritten.Void16 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern

The ShinobiHis foot soft upon the ground,
He treads in the moonlight.
Like a shadow in the night.
Silent.

He climbs up the walls with ease,
And grabs the ledge of mighty stone.
He travels, swift as a breeze.
Unstoppable.

He stands atop the city wall,
And surveys his hunting ground.
His eyes miss nothing at all.
Flawless.

Like a ghost in chilling night,
He soars across the sleeping city.
A deed done before daylight.
Swift.

Falling to ground with s soft thud,
He stares up at the castle great.
A man will be resigned to mud.
Determined.

He grabs hold of the stones,
Then raises himself up.
With grace he starts to climb.
Strong.

He climbs into a window The Shinobi5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Because I am a teenagerBecause I am a teenager

I should be out getting high

I should be out getting drunk

I should be out doing vulgar things

But I can’t

I can’t just sit myself down and do it

I can’t get high

I can’t get drunk

I can’t be vulgar

It’s just a bit too scary

The whole thought of it

That big high feeling that we get told all about

The one that tricks your mind

Tells you to calm down

Or freak out

Or give up

The one that grabs hold of your brain

and doesn’t let go

till it’s run out of breath

like an empty balloon floating back

to earth

Maybe thBecause I am a teenager16 hours ago in Free Verse

For a FriendI feel bad that you have all this sadness. The truth is I wish I could take all this pain and throw it away, so you can have a new day. But thats not how it works, and it makes me have a quirk. I haven't had a bad day in a year; I would be more than happy to take all the ones you have and transform them into my day, so then I could say, "Hey, take a break or a few." But that's not how the world works and that's one of its own quirks, where we can't relieve another human of pain and take away the constant rain, even if only for a day.
Yes, this poem is for you.For a Friend17 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

How much Longer.....I'm tired, tired of it all,
Every Single Time I Take The Fall,
Why Me? I have a life,
Enough right now to make you all cry,
Getting sick once Again, When on earth will this end,
Back and forth You keep stabbing my heart, Just please how far?
Over and Over again, When will this ever end!
Every single time You do this to me!
I am nothing to be seen!
Over and Over You do this to me!
How much longer do i stay in agony!?

How much Longer.....13 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

The Land He Once RuledLooking Over the Land he Once Ruled

A man once ruled it all
He once ruled everything he saw

Was he too careless?
Or did he inherit this mess?

He tried all that he could
But he felt like he lived in a hood

For with all his efforts to help themselves
All his people saw was not himself

A man now feels his body cool
While he feels a blade laugh at the fool

Did he truly deserve this?
Or should fate make the blade miss?

The Blade closes in
He acknowledges his sin

He opens his eyes once more
As notices an Eagle sore

A man now looks like the Fooled
Looking over the lade he once RuledThe Land He Once Ruled16 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Semester TwoHats, caps, handshakes and bows.

"Put down your pencils"

Shorter shorts, wider smiles, energetic chit chat.

"Please wait for the bell"Semester Two16 hours ago in Free Verse

RealityThe place used to tame the beast inside
Now only feels as its cage
One that the beast could not break
Where it could gorge itself in and on darkness
The beast had no reason to break free for
It has made the cage its home
Darkness is its strength as it retreats into slumber
Its conscious chipped away gradually as daylight emerges
It is unwise for one to be placing oneself between a beast and its prey
Yet I could only leave once it has returned to its slumber for
I am its prey
And I could not escape
Until the beast was done and
Dreams of another night feeding
While the dying prey dreams of
A life worth living
As it bolts to ‘live’ fReality21 hours ago in Free Verse

25. Mai 2013Dortmund und München
warten gebannt auf die Nacht
Noch dreht sich die Welt25. Mai 20138 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern

1989The wall has fallen
the missiles are dead
but we haven’t yet snacked in the land of the Red.
They scorned me
“There’s no market there;
our fair eagle doesn't trade with their bear.”
I said to the cynics
“I really don’t care, now pass me my bag, don’t forget the ‘pork’ or my old flag.”
I rode upon a chariot not quite gold
to what seemed to be the center of the world’s cold.
Once I’d set up shop
and the harassment would stop
I was shadowed by a man
a man with a grand plan.
His stance was as rigid
as my fingers were frigid.
He looked very Russian
but he wasn't198918 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Days of the Week Personified (Writing Prompt Chal)Sunday- A tan, wrinkled old man in a Hawaiian shirt and white board shorts. His bare feet are propped up in a hammock as he gently turns in his sleep. Kind lines cross every which way on his weathered face, and gentle hands rest upon his protruding stomach.
Monday- Red hair, half in curlers and half sticking about, protrudes in every direction as her plump hands chase after the three small children running about her legs. A half burnt cigarette hangs from her drooping and scowling mouth, but her hands already reach for another in the pack (only to find none left, of course!). Her massive stomach and chest jiggly about beneath the loose fittDays of the Week Personified (Writing Prompt Chal)22 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word

Bad End Night English LyricsIn the night, where the moon, shines all of it's light
The poor, girl's face was about to turn pale white
The letter with faint ink, she held it so tight
She reached the mansion in the middle of the night

She starts to knock on the ruined door
Of the weird mansion, she keeps knocking more

Villager : "Hello? Is there anybody here?"
Butler : "Oh my, oh my, well this is very rare!"
Doll Girl : "Welcome, my dear!"
Doll Boy : "Come here, don't disappear!"
Maid : "It's alright, there's no need to fear"

Once the host's numbers have been raised
The special guest seems to be appraised

The Master : "A meeting like this, it must be destiny!"
Doll GiBad End Night English Lyrics3 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics

Dancing SoulDancing Soul

A sea stretched out before me
Inside a bottle; every tear you caught
Stored to be wiped away
These waters were meant to part, from me.

Oh how alone we’ve all been, the tears we cried.
But I feel my soul is dancing, on the waves I left behind.

Parting waters; the only crack that remains
You can’t even see the scar now
Because my heart, my beating heart was healed.
Then, in my soul I feel your gaze; oh my love.

Oh how alone we’ve all been, the tears we cried.
But I feel my soul is dancing, on the waves I left behind.

As I rose above my sorrow on the whitest of wings
Sweet and comforting; whispering one.
EDancing Soul15 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics

An Angel's LullabyCity streets in starlight,
A starlit river strong,
Moon-shone clock strikes midnight,
A clanging night-time song,

Two bobbies plod their beat,
Black taxis grumble past,
All melt into the streets,
They'll soon be home at last,

My plumes are white and red,
A lion stalks my cloak,
My wings are raven spread,
My flesh is strong as oak,

My boots are cracked and worn,
Old dirt splatters my shield,
Sand from Normandy's shore,
And mud from Bosworth field,

On these banks forgotten,
At last I rest my head,
Wet sand soft as cotton,
My first and final bed,

Now no cause to shiver,
Down here I do no harm,
Soothed by London's river,
Held in London's armAn Angel's Lullaby19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

Chamber MaidQuesting for attention, I walk the floor
A letter telling where his wife was laid
Loudly I knock upon his chamber door
To be heard over him knocking the maid.

The funeral was rather dark that day
And he was feeling just as cold and bleak
Close to his side the maid was told to stay
To wipe away the tears that wet his cheek.

He and his favorite maid explored the church
Busily I searched for him, when it began
From inside, I heard the pews groan and lurch
I approached to discuss the wedding plan.

Loudly I beat upon the chapel side
To be heard over him beating the bride.Chamber Maid19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms

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