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A Mien to move a Queen—
Half Child—Half Heroine—
An Orleans in the Eye
That puts its manner by
For humbler Company
When none are near
Even a Tear—
Its frequent Visitor—

A Bonnet like a Duke—
And yet a Wren’s Peruke
Were not so shy
Of Goer by—
And Hands—so slight—
They would elate a Sprite
With Merriment—

A Voice that Alters—Low
And on the Ear can go
Like Let of Snow—
Or shift supreme—
As tone of Realm
On Subjects Diadem—

Too small—to fear—
Too distant—to endear—
And so Men Compromise
And just—revere—
 Mar 2018 Caroline
A Alexander
Wading; feeling the tides come in and go,
just as my good and bad days, you know?
Bad days leave a taste in my mouth, as the ocean water brushes my lips.
Bad days leave me feeling like any progress that was made swimming through the depths, eventually sweep me back farther than I initially started.
Good days leave me feeling like I could swim forever, admiring the horizon and beautiful life given to me.
There are days when I feel like I finally grasped solid ground, and I am able to pull myself back to shore, only to be fooled by this wondrous mind and its clever ways.
But like the tides, it comes and it goes, waiting again for it to cycle, waiting for the chance to escape and get away from the tides that bind.
©A. Harris 2015
This poem will actually be published soon! So excited and blessed for this opportunity! This poem is featured in the compilation of Poems, Where the Mind Dwells available on Amazon.com!
 Mar 2018 Caroline
Joyce
As I am reading.
My mind is feeding.
My soul is feeling.
My heart is crying.
Your words they haunt me.
The more I read.
The more they please me.
Teasing my brain neurons.
Tickle my thinner skin.
Feels so alive.
When you take me in.
Into your soul
and fragile mind.
I can almost feel your
heartbeat racing.
Dark shadows chasing.
Hear you mentally breaking.
In your words
I know who you are.
You carry a heavy burden.
I can't carry it for you.
But I can pick you up.
And together we move forward.
 Mar 2018 Caroline
wordvango
tell me where you go remember
my eyes as you do
make everyday better in words
call me sometimes
we grew together
that day I liked your poem
that sounded like Whitman reincarnated
the pond like Walden might peruse
you wrote about the reeds
fishes
the eastern side of the pond
and it touched me
like fire in a kiln
I got hardened
more shiny
more aware of life
and love and sacrifices
you have brought me here
to that pond the edge
I look down and now see
all that you have described more beautifully
a thousand miles letters seem to bring us closer together
than ever
and not anything
can ever
make me stop dreaming
As I take in my surroundings
I cannot help but remember the insanity that had flown
The laughs the cries the bonds
Such madness that I shall forever cherish

But now that those who have brought the insanity
Are gone to their own path
It is time that I follow suit
It is time I chase a world that has been tacking my every move
A world that reality is altered
As if entering a realm far beyond Earth
With my peeks into its jungles
Discoveries appeared that no one else has seen
Yet so much more is in store

As destiny gleams brighter
Something holds me in place
With binds ever so tight it keeps me from walking any further
What is it that holds these chains?
Is it a fallen friend?
Is it a lost brother or sister?
Could it be an ill elder?
No
I look back to see what holds the chain
To my wonder that what was really a who
And that who will leave those in wonder with a what held in their lips

When I first gave her a glance
There were nonexistent thoughts of romance
Truthfully I have never taken the chance
To dig into those grounds to see what treasure was buried under the surface
But something happened
Something that made me stumble through a crooks work which opened a door
That door
Allowed for me to enter a chamber
Of knowledge thought forgotten from the ancients

I took my time observing the sight
Every stroke of the brush
Every change of color
Trying to understand each story that it held
And to my surprise
Each story only reveals another sight
A goddess in disguise
One of such beauty
Men who dared enter her presence
Are driven insane by the essence
I guess it is a good thing I am already insane

None the less I cannot help but admire
The sweet smile that eases my heart
Her emotion is so driven it is hard to imagine
What could hold that wheel
I stretch my arm out to a catch a ride
When the rails of the chariot
Smack my palm, I swing on board
For a rider faster then ever before
Who knew that it was possible
To have a giant wonder at this speed

Untapped potential lies in us both
Everything we try is passed with ease
No boundaries are placed in our flight
Never has many seen such might
We may have been born a world apart
Yet we are not so different

My hope is that someday when we are closer
That our journey is ignited
And we are able to shoot past the moon
Past the stars
And further away from the galaxy
To explore the vast distances of the universe
While learning about the trials of our own planets
Who knows what we may uncover
The mysterious pasts of my Starlight Princess
with the cloak of her Shadow Giant
Can write a history
Even more frightening then horror

Yet when we are at peace
Music is always at flow
Her voice always at play
With mine blooming the roses of her cheeks
If I am soon to lay at rest
I will be without a mortal pest
Or if I am able to live a century more
A regret shall not peek
 Mar 2018 Caroline
Madzq
.....before you hurt someone else
With the sharpness of. Anger.
Wash your hands clean of
The past we were given
So that you may hold present day,
Not stained by the rust
Of a saddened heart.

My brother, you are my best friend.
You know my dark is the same as yours.
We carry the memories of
A tainted childhood.
My brother..... Let go.

Some things are better not said
We cannot change them now.
Nothing they could ever say
Could take IT away.

If it's validation, here this,
"My brother, we've survived!"
Look at you. So strong,
And this life made you this way...
Not broken, not ruined, unafraid.

This weight that you carry
Must be. So. Very. Heavy.

My brother,
Let go.
Abuse is not cool, but neither is bitterness. Forgive, forgive.... and free yourself.
 Mar 2018 Caroline
Meghan Lynn
Heavy Minded -
Roller  Coaster.
Eyes Closed -****** Nose,
Heart Open - Levitation.
Procrastination - Imagination, Heart Racing -
Life Changes. Rearranges - Destination,
Emotional - Inflammation. Loves' Amazement - Captivating,
Excitement - Anticipation. New Beginning - Fading Past, Anxious Feeling -
Worlds Crash. Whiplash - Meld, Blend, Comprehend - Understanding, Learning, Bend.
 Mar 2018 Caroline
Duck
Move
 Mar 2018 Caroline
Duck
I'm stuck here.
I'm gonna die here.
I've moved so little that the shadows are printed on my skin where the sun can't burn.

I'm trying to move.
I have plans to move.
I'm doing everything in my power to move.
I'm giving everything I have, everything I am, risking everything except for my heart hope and soul just to move.

But I can't move.

I swear when I move I'm gonna move in ways nobody has ever seen before. I'm gonna move so fast, I'll pick up everybody else who's like me; Who wants nothing more than to move but just can't seem to figure out how.

Nothings gonna stop me when I move.
Not because I'll move so fiercely but because I'll move with so much grace and I'll help so many others move that people won't want to stop me.

They'll say, "let him move, its better for everyone if he moves. Things have improved, since he moved."

A lot of people when they move they go straight to the buffet, stepping on people, not really caring where they step and then they eat all of the food.

They eat so much more than they need and it only makes us want to move all the more.

They love that we can't move, if we all could move they wouldn't have abundance, we'd all be just right.

I don't wanna be like them, I wanna move everyone.

I'm gonna move the world.

I wish I could move.

But I can't move.
*breathe
 Mar 2018 Caroline
Nyssa Jacobsen
When your gaze scours my curves,
I feel naked, yet cloth pulls tightly.
You go beyond ******* me with your eyes.
Tequila has nothing on the way you look--
at me.

When you speak to me, only me,
The lead of words is turned into
The gold of excitement.
Every syllabe tickles my sensitive stimuli,
Every word seduces my thought,
Until all I can utter is--
"more".

Hot breath on my neck drenches
My senses, leaves me breathless.
And when I ask, "can I borrow yours?"
Your kiss rivals that of the french.
So hot, our lips are not our own.
Then your tongue turns into Columbus,
and explores.
Your touch is my master,
Your movement my release.

And when finally,
Liquid love makes my clothing
Suffocating.
There is only one word on my lips--
"Remove".
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