No bird, whose patience rarely flaunts,
delights in a cage to slowly bide;
their flight, whose feathers do rarely recall,
awaits the battlement to gracefully fall.
A wholesome flower prevails in truth,
as summer's veil beckons their youth;
no bird, whose callings scarcely ... continue reading
For pleasure first,
the anodynes break
this deadened heart;
now pastures sleep!
Anew in pleasure,
no queries beset
this addled mind;
aloft in peace!
Regaling pleasure,
this mumbling pride,
to fleeting ears;
I'm all but sleep!
For pleasure first, ... continue reading
Untroubled in his abode,
the wheel knows not of innocence;
no altruism did creep,
or water seep,
in the shallows of his sleep.
Tied upon the mast,
his heart has all but left,
and further does the coastline seem,
as oceans beget his past.
Untroubled in his abode, ... continue reading
Would I suit your gentle ear?
my voice is all you may hear!
how the axe did cut the tone
is where I remain, standing alone.
So friable in this desperate land,
my heart did turn to sand,
and what did come is a listening knight ...
so would I suit your gentle ear?
At his behest,
with little protest,
they did invest
in faithless tests.
At his contest,
with weary guests,
they did request
an earnest quest.
At his address,
with addled pests,
they did arrest
and free the best.
At his recess,
with little prospect,
they built a ... continue reading
Unwillingly, to himself, addressed
his masters high demands;
within the saddle, he did retest
a trail he had yet to command!
Open wounds did flow his pride;
a freshly scented curse!
now warders hold those souls at bay,
as crimson red divides.
Unwillingly, on ... continue reading
Fire, dire, learning light,
catch the forest in the early night;
eternal embers hands the eye
a fallen star, in wistful fights!
Flyer, higher, yearning knight,
catch the feathers in the flailing plight;
embittered flowers cast a hand
on failing hearts, in whimsical bites!
Fire, ... continue reading
And said I that my heart is cold,
and said I that my voice is old,
as earnest fires all but die;
this path is bare in recreant proof.
And said I that my soul is dead,
and said I that my mind is dread,
as hawthorns pierce the final beats;
this garden is replete with ... continue reading
Beneath the leaves
the soil believes
this world still greaves
for clouded thieves.
Of what they achieved,
we can but weave?
as oceans deceive
the shores of leaves.
Beneath the leaves
the stone conceives
a rose in eve;
shall we believe?
Warm with sun
in this dying room;
ferns cling to hopeful clouds
that speak in tongues
from a quite doom;
mocking thee! taunting thee!
Distance wrinkles show their face
in lines I cannot retrace;
and of morrows tempest?
the woodpeckers sing,
yet thier ... continue reading
Author Notes: This poem is a reflection on healing, hope, and finding strength after difficult moments. It explores the quiet journey of accepting pain while learning to believe in brighter days ahead. I hope readers can find a little comfort and hope within these words.
A Quiet Place
I found a quiet place inside my mind,
Where broken thoughts could rest,
Where every wound I tried to hide
Could finally breathe its best.
The moon looked down with gentle eyes,
The stars were soft and bright,
And for a moment, all my fears
Were swallowed by the night.
I ... continue reading
I came upon a journey,
but I couldn't tell you where;
I've tried in vain to remember,
but all I see is despair!
I've slept through many a night
hoping the dream would come,
yet further did I fall,
and all that remained is scared ...
I came upon a ... continue reading
It came upon the high tide,
here, we've nowhere to hide;
now afar, on the other side,
rests an ocean so short of lies!
Poseidon dreams upon the storm
we've begat from stolen trees;
what it leaves?
we cannot believe!
... as frozen is the forgotten truth ...
Love did never consume me,
nor take its toll on time;
Her flowers bloomed in gentle winds
that yearned for me to begin!
My love did scream in glee!
yet scream of me in greed?
My ghastly fears prevail,
with tears,
as my heart does longingly dream ...
Winters maladies beset this mind;
what of me will find the line?
frozen pines still lace the times
where a journeys eye did reach the blind!
Blustery madness lingers in walls;
what of me will make the call?
chosen lines regale the fall
where morrows heart did land in ... continue reading
Gone, is the mighty eye,
where orion sits on high;
affixed upon the shallow sky,
his heart did not apply.
Further, mintaka sales july,
as oceans reflect the lie;
and of his partners eventual try?
this hope will surely die?
Faces red as the roses fall;
we catch the rainbow
where the rivers do glow!
Thorns peel the skin of hearts!
Wrens sing as the leaves spoil;
we catch the wind
where the boughs do grow!
Feathers yearn for weight in dreams!
Souls collide as steps fall silent; ... continue reading
Reluctantly, as summer leaves,
our autumns heart is all she perceives.
Of what she dreamed, we cannot believe,
as winters hand is all we receive.
What of spring and how she deceives?
what of the saplings that learn to grieve?
Reluctantly, as summer leaves,
our autumns soul is ... continue reading
I.
Of that night, your beauty remains;
pictorial history, in clearest of frames,
captures the tulips that conveys the days
we waltzed the nights,
and unmoored our fights;
of morrows madness, we shall relent
and sing with rapture, in earnest plays.
II.
Of ... continue reading
Defiant of the road,
yet fluent of the route,
the ghoul has found his home
and all he must atone.
Remorseful of said times,
yet resentful of the lines,
the ghoul has set the tone
for all he must atone.
Spiteful with his words,
yet hopeful of their peace,
the ghoul has found ... continue reading
Stripped of yellow,
our fading star is blue!
what hue will replace thee?
what of me will remain?
What lustral face will come
when the demons face their fate?
Only the moon will say,
whose back has yet to turn!
On the streets of decay,
an awful face replays;
mirrors cannot embrace
a heart made of lace,
whose words have effaced
these weary votes replaced.
Holes of despair
have opened our souls;
what once was grace
is time ... continue reading
Heart at play;
gambolled away
to beseech the day
where we shall stay!
On petal dreams,
we lay in silence; a blissful stream
did bring us thirst,
yet not the first,
as home flailed away with the wind.
Heart at play;
betroved away
to ... continue reading
Fear me not,
as I am me, and you are thee,
as heart separates to echos of three;
heart, a fickle thing,
clings to hope it's yet to grasp;
mind, a backseat,
begins again and hopes to last;
soul, a wayward thing,
begets the toll the lover cast.
Fear me not, ... continue reading
Author Notes: hi, this is just a start of what i am hoping to be sharing with you all, but im so thankful for any support
immense love
just
give it your all
i can’t hold back
please please
i can’t do this anymore
begging you
to accept
how i will be will be
i change
for you
will not
stay normal
can’t not leave
i run away
from change that i love
like you
can’t stop
won’t
frustration pouring ... continue reading
Slay the dragon,
flail thy sword, strike his heart;
where doth thou reveal the reins?
what of fire that consumes thy mind?
dawn still catches the eye of fame!
Merriment conveyed,
wasting away, in silent days;
noon fractured from violent plays!
Slay the ... continue reading
Hollow stone,
left alone;
bones broken
by eggshell words.
Hollow stone,
beating tones;
known faces
through every bird.
Hollow stone,
vacant thrown;
sewn rivers
to hopeful thirds.
Hollow stone,
left alone ...
Raindrops on strawberry seeds;
a mother catches all that she needs,
as summers hand prevails with greed;
what of winters heart believes?
Flailing leaves in summers bind;
a mother clutches all that she finds,
as foliage creeps into every line;
what of spring shall lead ... continue reading
I.
Upon the wildest landscapes,
my heart did flail around;
fractured skies did split the eyes,
as nowhere could I be found.
Honeybees play in rivers of roses,
and where their hearts rest?
nobody knows.
Fallen boughs cover the knolls
where arrows aim ... continue reading
Death, the sharpest knife;
in brilliance, it defines us.
Venerated, so many a night,
yet leaning from my sight,
its silent veil flails around
this heart of wasted time.
Morn catches a hopeful sun
the moon has yet to forgive;
what of it? what of me?
The ... continue reading
I am blue,
as are you.
I am red,
full of dread.
I am yellow,
a naughty fellow.
I am green,
so unseen.
I am white,
full of fight.
I am black,
my way back.
I am blue,
as are you.
I am pink,
where's the ink?
I am grey, ... continue reading
Leverage loses love
over onion oceans of old!
Faster failing fallacies
assemble as an apple,
whose whole world withers;
begat by beautiful bites.
Winters weather worries
as another angel ascends;
each ember echoes excuses,
yet yesterday yields
restless ... continue reading
There was a part of me that loved you,
there was a part that died; as suddenly
as you came, my heart did part the blood,
and through the path, I walked,
with no rhythm, and no sight,
as the walls came crashing down;
that part of me still loves you ...
Existence is alone,
therein lies the power;
life, a fickle thing, shuns
this waking hour.
Glory of omnipotence
leaves you and I alone;
no further dream is needed,
as existence will have grown.
What of love and family?
will peace cast a stone?
father, ... continue reading
There's a silence in fire,
an aching of hunger;
a future so opaque
these walls will all but dream.
Pining for the moon,
yearning for twilight;
a journey so unknown
the calls will all but scream.
There's a silence in fire,
a distance in the steps;
a ... continue reading
A stillness found my form,
flailing silently away;
fame, a fickle food,
conferred the chosen day.
Crumbs of graceless photos
furnish the scrolling plays,
and then came the hawks
to denude the welcome stay!
Pieces of my soul adrift,
yet quietly, my ... continue reading
Death is a common fight
we find within the light;
do you jest?
or stay your hand?
an ocean reeps the floor,
with little chance of succour;
and what of tomorrow?
Death is a common fight
we crown before the night;
do you prevail?
or flaunt your coronet? ... continue reading
All but left is ashamed;
death and all her games
leaves life a cherished play,
in anguish ... yet decayed.
This labyrinth of time
yields plenty to enclasp;
but death and all her games
comes crawling with a tax.
All but left is ashamed;
death and all her ... continue reading
Death is sick; a silhouette sprig of life
begets a shield; what more of thee?
Drunk on blood, their sins forgiven?
ghosts shalt not see the trees.
Empty thrones forget the truce;
therein lies the innocence of youth.
Death is sick; what hand is left to play?
Assail me, and beat me ... sign;
I am the glass that keeps the mind.
Regale me, and picture ... find;
I am the hand that bleeds the time.
Fail me, and listen ... mime;
I am the heart that beats the rhyme.
Assail me, and fight me ... fine;
I am the glass that keeps the ... continue reading
Effulgent, her smile; soft and warm,
where sunlight wraps its soul ... behold!
Weary, yet dogged, the moon does ache;
what of her day will grace this heart?
Vast, yet sewn, these swathes of trees;
deeper from me, her lies do bleed.
Effulgent, her smile; sweet, but worn, ... continue reading
Perennial streams bore a son,
riven beyond their dreams; ramparts
kept his goals at bay, in a citadel
born from timidity.
Abode there, as he is, as sandstone
withers in peace; dust and tears
gather in frames, whose memories
have yet to be born.
Perennial ... continue reading
Pink blossoms
within a veil of apples,
effaced my fears ... begone!
what tender heart begat thee?
I must find her time!
yet sap ascends on broken arms
whose relics lay wasting
upon the sod;
have I spring
to lay thanks to thee?
have I spring to ... continue reading
She lays in wait, my timid friend,
and sits on a happy end.
Watching, and waiting,
with boundless faith;
will fate bend
to her heart?
this diffident youth prevails
under fallacies of fear;
what remains of me is still unclear,
yet still she waits, ... continue reading
Execrable words upon my walls,
their tarrying unknown!
this solitary path bedevils me,
yet what of you remains?
this earnest heart continues,
but not without regret,
and upon the pastures,
my heart does fill;
where to hang upon my walls?
Falling leaves
under a mundane sky;
their time will come again ...
this veil of rain becomes me,
in a maudlin sort of way,
as summer departs in triumph,
with a haven still unknown.
Fallen leaves
under good tidings feet;
their heart prevails again ...
much ... continue reading
Why am I so different?
Is it my mind, heart, or soul?
When will this madness end?
What will be the toll?
I am further away from my youth,
and fewer days latch to any sense;
yet onward, I continue;
Why am I so different?
I am shunned by differing ... continue reading
Low upon the lake, a docile crescent moon;
abash, yet stolid, and luminous to a fault.
The stars lay silent, affixed upon the sky,
and this thespian claims the night,
as a daughter purloins the south.
What of the black dahlias?
in repose they haunt the fields ... continue reading
Hollow dreams awaken me
from an anxious sleep; opaque skies
cloud the arcane sun, and what looms
is crushed beneath my soul.
Velvet rays dry my eyes, as yearning
beats no more; madness lingers, but not
what's seen, and cerulean skies
cast the pastures ... continue reading
What game do true lovers have?
garish clothes unlike any of mine?
what ambient waves unfurl the sheets
and beget a dream
still wasted on the young?
Look at me! they scream and plead;
photos capture the naked truth
and thread the walls on desperate screens; ... continue reading
Whether or not I will reach the summit,
my desires still speak in soft,
berry-shaped tones; a morass path of which
I cannot recall, awaits for me
in the appalachian springs,
and renders a song
that would leave the hummingbirds in awe;
will my heart feel peace ... continue reading
Oh tempest, break the adamantine waves,
and let this habitation breathe; what of
the strakes that break the hull?
a home for those smaller than thee.
Upon the mast, our dreams are tied,
as we await the gales abatement; what of
sails that flail from the yards?
a ... continue reading
Sick, is death, and riven with plagues
and preachers toil for life; but wait,
famine is drunk on power, and fate.
Fallacies prevail with weapons aloft,
and heads await on remedies bled;
but wait, the conquests are fairly seen,
and death unveils his throne, ... continue reading
I must be down by the sea again,
I must be all but me.
I must be down with my dreams again,
I must be all but free.
I must be down,
I must be me,
I must be me again, but here.
I must be down by the sea again,
I must be all but fear ...
Decaying, it may be,
the tree and all her dreams;
saplings yearn for freedom,
but death has learned to see.
Competent, he may be,
and unending as the tide,
and hide, he may try,
but further, she did see ...
Peonies suffice
with the role of the dice;
think twice, did not, yet
thrice I tried,
and memories regale
the mewling advice.
Peonies suffice
with a hand on the dice;
wish twice, now thrice, yet
one is the face,
and memories aloft
in a gleeful ... continue reading
My heart must be a bird,
for I have seen it fly away.
Immortal, is my fantasy,
yet still too far today.
Fallen boughs upon the knoll,
so nowhere is safe to land?
what of me remains to stand,
in the hope that she will return ...
We outgrew our hearts,
like so many things,
and stentorian silence
is the crown that sings.
Our antique words,
so brittle, unworn,
may rend what dwells,
and yearn to be born.
We outgrew our hearts,
like so many beats,
yet dulcet voices
is the rescue ... continue reading
The violets are lost,
with roses in dwam,
and carnations weep
where the lilies may meet.
The tulips wonder
where the daisies sleep;
and what of the orchids?
the violets still ask.
The bluebells pine
for the sunflowers heart,
and poppies are ... continue reading
Beloved! manifestations drip
from this weary earnest heart;
as if someone, maybe a lonely rose,
beseeched an early path.
As carnations weep in soil,
the kind I've yet to spoil,
escort me, my sonorous wren,
as I have yet to sale...
Beloved! manifestations ... continue reading
Upon the ocean, the airy nights
are aloft in thrills; with shores instilled
of what awaits; but still recall
the whale’s song and its alluring call ...
Upon the shore, the welcoming awaits
in silent feet; as horns repeat
in echoing bangs; then anchors fall
as the ... continue reading
No eye, for this eye;
as for me, you are blind;
as unraveled as the sheets
that await before my sleep.
No rivulets seep from my skin,
no fallacies reign in the deep;
for time is a war of attrition,
nothing more than a tradition;
and what of me, you ask?
my ... continue reading
I was angry with my friend;
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I waterd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears:
And I sunned it with smiles,
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night.
Till ... continue reading
A Bird, came down the Walk -
He did not know I saw -
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,
And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass -
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass -
He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad -
They looked ... continue reading
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the ... continue reading
My thoughts
reveal a complex beast,
yet the morn is set with felicity!
Manifestations still regale
a heart that's yet to feast.
My mind pretends to be a friend,
but my hand remains alone;
What for tomorrow, again I ask,
as my dreams prevail and ... continue reading
Love should never
speak of time,
for eternity is invisible
to the blind.
Ghastly ghouls
may linger in shadows,
but the devil
may have forgotten their goals?
Enough is one, few is a rolling dice;
take a slice of lemon,
the lime pretends to be nice;
One is ethereal, real in their touch;
enough is one, many upon the ice ...
For as I was fearing it,
what's left was done,
and my tenebrous staircase
became unsung.
So lost in fear,
these ubiquitous fires
are felt by beats, in this lonesome heart.
For as I was fearing it,
what came was one,
and my irreligious steps
became ... continue reading
On desperate waters, the ships do yearn
to reach the goal the wanderers bore;
as precarious sails flail in might,
their dreams lay silent in their native shore.
These hyacinths are yearning for new growth,
where a new sun rests in soils unknown;
the perfumed air ... continue reading
Pools of loss, grief, and emptiness;
these I wade with cautious eyes.
Pain is the power that pushes me on,
as flowers wilt in forgotten goodbyes.
My soul may try to catch your shadow,
yet so little of you remains.
The weight of time may slow my feet,
but here I ... continue reading
I feel a sudden sense of despair,
am I still human, or beyond repair?
These waves seem permanent,
unknowing of time,
and fester in dreams that yearn for lines.
These minutes are baleful,
unbidden, but strong...
so am I still human, or beyond repair?
Hello water, fellow water, passionate in all your streams;
where you flow, one must know, yet still it evades me.
I sit beside you, never as two, and watch the world go by;
purest of parts, as forever my heart, continues to loiter here.
Dear water, clear water, immaculate with all your ... continue reading