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Still before the storm My mother said to me We were sitting in the garden And I was only three That day I will remember For ever and some more Because those words in my life Opened another...
Whispered shadows of things long gone, Tales of what could be. The secrets hidden under rocks And high up in the trees. With every step I take, I remember knights of old. Courage, justice, and...
In a pink and blue sky Dreams float by Reach out for one That catches your eye Hold on tight With all of your might Follow the dream That feels just right How will I know. Where will I go.
Find ways to manipulate the time. Fine times stimulate the mind. Lines drawn daring you to cross this line. Daring the better men in this forgotten time. Lost women, with lost minds.
Ficticious fantasies fixated on folding my feelings. As anxiety, angst and attacks alleviate me at my angers anchorage. Debating doubtful dreams of delving into a deeper depression.
When minutes become unbearable. And the hours follow suit. Put all time in your past. Let it not destroy you. These measurements of time. Mean little at our end. We aren't remembered by our hours.
Winter white colours the day. Encased in icing like a cake in may. All is still, quite sublime. A frozen world, time out of time. Nothing moves, not. animal, man, or bird.
Hopelesness fading. No more evading. Brightly anticipating. A future of my own. Light grows brighter. Dark becomes lighter. Before you a fighter. No longer alone. A metaphor of life.
Every morning, I would slip unnoticed Into the coffee shop, with a tinkle of a bell, And seat myself at the table by the window In the warm light that pours through the glass.
When you touch me, planets in sweet collision, * quietly violent. * When you hold me, bullets in conversation, * violently quiet. When you know me, poetry in ecstatic creation, intricately simple.
If Peeta were to have an interest in writing poetry, it would probably go something like this. Spoiler alert if you haven't read the Hunger Games yet!. You've been warned.
#acrostic. #procrastination. Salisbury summer dawning. Turns to celebration peaking. Opportunities lay yawning. Newly lit with sunrise streaking. Every voice is raised to heaven.
Its been a while my long lost companions - I guess thats what exams do to you. Stress, halls filled with students flipping pages looking confused, stunned or just overly confident.
#acrosticchallenge S. cary when you think of it T. ons of stone in blocks O. ne would be hard to lift N. ever mind these rocks E. ach one placed to fit H. ardly out of line E.
She burns so sweetly, She stays throughout the rain. They'll never be no fear, They'll never be no pain. Her love completes me, Bliss fills my brain.
I ask you for rain To wash away the remaining pain I ask you for love To fill my every vein I ask you for strength So my tears would stop going down the drain I ask you for wind To fly away and...
A little help is all I give. No need to be so defensive. Politely say what you need to say. And I will gladly go away. A little chip, as we grow older. May be found upon our shoulder.
I'm done with emotions. Like love and like lust. I'm done with devotions. And I'm finished with trust. I'll never again. Go back to those ways. They only bring pain. And I'm done being brave.
Another stab at wacky free form. Adapted from Angel Beast. #nightdweller ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I opened my sacred book again at days end, and saw smiling grimace against daily imperfections.
I have a secret love. Someone I wish to meet. Under the big tree. With the world at our feet. I have a secret love. Who wrote me a song. With his battered old acoustic. This is where I belong.
Alone again, I'll leave, you stay, Not like I mattered, Anyway, Turn your head, Like I'm not here, Silence screaming, Crystal tear, Like strangers new, Act like I'm dead, Though I'm right here, A...
You know, I could hardly help it. You were there, and now you're not. Unspoken words and sidelong glances, Your presence gone left a missing friend. I'm not a person from the perfect songs.
#acrosticchallenge N. ight time comes along I. t's time for bed G. ot to think nice thoughts H. appy inside my head T. ry to keep light minded M. ake my thoughts the best A.
A challenge I set myself, With five minutes on poem’s shelf.