AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
Today 10:51pm
Today 10:51pm
Bless: Flame Imperishable
Silently, she would remember a cry
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made a donne for it's ennex
and the Vedic Way is Violent.
...
in lands unseen and not foretold
would she know how she would die
or she sought shelter in the cold?
Awaking in a state of knowledge
where a device undying
will not withstand its pledge
because it would be lying.
So Let it Be a Law of Voice
the Absolutness in the Word
Intent when it's the Noise
cannot kill him, or hurt
the Flame Impereshable, or the Phoenix,
the being that observed him silent,
so he made a donne for it's ennex
and the Vedic Way is Violent.
...
#God
#fate
#spiritual
#luck
#karma
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Bluevelvete
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:47pm
Yesterday 10:47pm
inopportune inspiration.
it's when i'm at my busiest
most unobtainable
or basking in my utter devastation
that i feel the pull
of images or ideas
bombarding
perfect lines
or lightning-strike phrases
thoughts that need capturing
flirting in momentary genius
spectacular in all that's coveted
yet, only to self impress
of that moment
in rare unique
a peek of lost wonder
glimmering
in pure possibility
especially as it slips away,
to flee upon the winds of
lost inspiration
with only
a ...
most unobtainable
or basking in my utter devastation
that i feel the pull
of images or ideas
bombarding
perfect lines
or lightning-strike phrases
thoughts that need capturing
flirting in momentary genius
spectacular in all that's coveted
yet, only to self impress
of that moment
in rare unique
a peek of lost wonder
glimmering
in pure possibility
especially as it slips away,
to flee upon the winds of
lost inspiration
with only
a ...
#wind
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#luck
67 reads
36 Comments
Jofec
Omei
Omei
Poem Published
11th Apr 2021 2:51am
11th Apr 2021 2:51am
Farming full stops
Life at times for me is loudly challenging
My minds rides me often
Questions of progression
Yelling at me
“Come on, get it happening”
So I strain on my writing like I’m going out of fashion
yet I’ve yet to make a comeback
Haven’t lost that crawling under my skin
my body itches to be scratched
top left side
in the middle right lower back
My minds insides fidget like
those spinners kids have to distract
Inside me lies a light hearted story
A creative mistake that brought one artists
Passion to glory ...
My minds rides me often
Questions of progression
Yelling at me
“Come on, get it happening”
So I strain on my writing like I’m going out of fashion
yet I’ve yet to make a comeback
Haven’t lost that crawling under my skin
my body itches to be scratched
top left side
in the middle right lower back
My minds insides fidget like
those spinners kids have to distract
Inside me lies a light hearted story
A creative mistake that brought one artists
Passion to glory ...
#fate
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife #magic
#TruthOfLife #magic
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Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 3:49pm
10th Apr 2021 3:49pm
Voyage
From the four corners.
Across each star.
Travelling.
Far.
Rights of passage
Winds sore.
Dazzling skies.
I'm coming for.
Over seas
A golden age.
Dolphin empires.
Voyage. Voyage.
Through storm and toil.....
I lose my horizons
Calamity and more..
Just a shipwreck.
Broken on your shore.
A fractured vessel.
See inside.
...
Across each star.
Travelling.
Far.
Rights of passage
Winds sore.
Dazzling skies.
I'm coming for.
Over seas
A golden age.
Dolphin empires.
Voyage. Voyage.
Through storm and toil.....
I lose my horizons
Calamity and more..
Just a shipwreck.
Broken on your shore.
A fractured vessel.
See inside.
...
#fate
#travel
22 reads
2 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
10th Apr 2021 00:26am
10th Apr 2021 00:26am
Paths Cross
Paths cross
Nobody predicted
On the avenue
Warm April breeze
Meeting you by the river
Pint bottle in a paper bag
Sharing a bench
Your head on my shoulder
Friday as the sun goes down
Soul clinching
As good as it gets
In the mystery of poets
Drawn by forces of love
Nobody predicted
On the avenue
Warm April breeze
Meeting you by the river
Pint bottle in a paper bag
Sharing a bench
Your head on my shoulder
Friday as the sun goes down
Soul clinching
As good as it gets
In the mystery of poets
Drawn by forces of love
#love
#fate
#karma
42 reads
16 Comments
Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 9:04pm
9th Apr 2021 9:04pm
Against The Waning
Long are the lineages
and even longer are their tales,
a lifetime to hear all their lives
yet ageless are their deeds and valour.
Yet, for all their splendour,
all are cast under a shadow
with all lines ever waning
one step further towards a final defeat,
though the good of a few
are welcomed pauses
on the downward fall;
beacons of hope and light
as like the stars of old
showing that not all trees forever rot;
their fruit and seeds still flourish.
and even longer are their tales,
a lifetime to hear all their lives
yet ageless are their deeds and valour.
Yet, for all their splendour,
all are cast under a shadow
with all lines ever waning
one step further towards a final defeat,
though the good of a few
are welcomed pauses
on the downward fall;
beacons of hope and light
as like the stars of old
showing that not all trees forever rot;
their fruit and seeds still flourish.
#fate
#NaPoWriMo2021
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0 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 8:36pm
9th Apr 2021 8:36pm
Afore The Cockerel Crows
Who is this muse afore me stood?
I know her not, I say.
A temperate stirring of the blood,
I bid her go away.
Her seducing, warm, pacific smile,
The shining in her eye;
I watch her handsome form a while
Afore her I deny.
I took, once more, a further glance
Affirming what I thought.
A glowing, flowing, countenance
Upon mine eyes here brought.
I bid her go, a second time,
Yet, still, she must remain
Sparkling in the morning rime
Be gone, I say again.
I close my eyes and hope to see
Her...
I know her not, I say.
A temperate stirring of the blood,
I bid her go away.
Her seducing, warm, pacific smile,
The shining in her eye;
I watch her handsome form a while
Afore her I deny.
I took, once more, a further glance
Affirming what I thought.
A glowing, flowing, countenance
Upon mine eyes here brought.
I bid her go, a second time,
Yet, still, she must remain
Sparkling in the morning rime
Be gone, I say again.
I close my eyes and hope to see
Her...
#angels
#fate
9 reads
2 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
9th Apr 2021 2:14am
9th Apr 2021 2:14am
the kings knowledge
I will dance
with the bones
of Mozart
whistle tunes
of old men,
old woman,
old times
I will break the
neck of dawn
for waking me
and throw scalding
hot coffee into
the face of
morning
run with strays,
bellies aching,
souls burning,
teeth bared at
the throat of
the living
live in small
dingy rooms
that smell of:
drunken
nights,
love gone
bad
and
suicide
to be king is not
to sit upon...
with the bones
of Mozart
whistle tunes
of old men,
old woman,
old times
I will break the
neck of dawn
for waking me
and throw scalding
hot coffee into
the face of
morning
run with strays,
bellies aching,
souls burning,
teeth bared at
the throat of
the living
live in small
dingy rooms
that smell of:
drunken
nights,
love gone
bad
and
suicide
to be king is not
to sit upon...
#fate
#luck
#morality
19 reads
2 Comments
Pishashee
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 11:31pm
8th Apr 2021 11:31pm
Driving Force of Change
People park on
Delaware St.;
the hell-no
reverse-angle change.
It's natty, and I was
never reared like that.
And the streetcar,
its always in my way.
Delaware St.;
the hell-no
reverse-angle change.
It's natty, and I was
never reared like that.
And the streetcar,
its always in my way.
#strength
#motivational
#fate
#uplifting
#MovingOn
26 reads
7 Comments
Kaylor1967
Ruben
Ruben
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 3:32pm
8th Apr 2021 3:32pm
Obscurely Yours.
Before the light of day.
Voices will come.
Dreams talking.
Hung on every word.
Lonely head spaces exasperate.
Facilitation of separation.
For so many miles.
For many a night.
Right here now....
Plagued.
Still born ideals.
From mainstream mediocrity.
So tired they drown your senses.
Manufactured passion.
Dna infusions to dull prospective.
Come with me
Catch me if you can.
Awaken cravings.
Look for obscurities
An alternative.
Stranger love.
Spread before you.
Pure. ...
Voices will come.
Dreams talking.
Hung on every word.
Lonely head spaces exasperate.
Facilitation of separation.
For so many miles.
For many a night.
Right here now....
Plagued.
Still born ideals.
From mainstream mediocrity.
So tired they drown your senses.
Manufactured passion.
Dna infusions to dull prospective.
Come with me
Catch me if you can.
Awaken cravings.
Look for obscurities
An alternative.
Stranger love.
Spread before you.
Pure. ...
#lust
#fate
#passion
29 reads
2 Comments
MineKampf
Minart
Minart
Poem Published
8th Apr 2021 11:59am
8th Apr 2021 11:59am
Pain
Fire through the night, I saw a candlelight lit by might, of the good old safe hold
kept occasion,
by the sense of feeling mend with the oblation.
The night came fiery through the storm
with hearts covered to fear the norm,
what road the dust the night it pushed the floor,
of random drum sets drumming
like there was no shore, in cast the mellow sound
came in to found,
and could not see the hole in the ground
was Armageddon come found so soon, or
was it but a random shooting that went wrong,
and made a big Oh Ba boom.
...
kept occasion,
by the sense of feeling mend with the oblation.
The night came fiery through the storm
with hearts covered to fear the norm,
what road the dust the night it pushed the floor,
of random drum sets drumming
like there was no shore, in cast the mellow sound
came in to found,
and could not see the hole in the ground
was Armageddon come found so soon, or
was it but a random shooting that went wrong,
and made a big Oh Ba boom.
...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#fate
#sacrifice
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Viddax
Lord Viddax
Lord Viddax
Poem Published
7th Apr 2021 7:32pm
7th Apr 2021 7:32pm
Khazad's Doom
Beneath the mountains, deep in Khazad-dum
Unknown to us, we went towards our doom
Our resting place, not a mine but a tomb
Killed by the cursed creature of fire and gloom.
Our ancestors had mined too far deep
Awaking a fiend from its' foul sleep
The price of greed, it was set to reap;
Our lost kin and king for which we weep.
Lost to us the kingdom under mountain
Many an expedition sent in vain
Fated to be flame and shadow's domain
Until a time when Durin wakes again.
Unknown to us, we went towards our doom
Our resting place, not a mine but a tomb
Killed by the cursed creature of fire and gloom.
Our ancestors had mined too far deep
Awaking a fiend from its' foul sleep
The price of greed, it was set to reap;
Our lost kin and king for which we weep.
Lost to us the kingdom under mountain
Many an expedition sent in vain
Fated to be flame and shadow's domain
Until a time when Durin wakes again.
#fate
#greed
#NaPoWriMo2021
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