5.6k · Dec 2016
Lost in the woods
Mysidian Bard Dec 2016

When I look back at the things I had
The things that now are gone
I was planting seeds of division
But the trees grew tall and strong

I used to see for miles around
But now the forest grows
Beneath the shade of branches
Are secrets no one knows

At first it was a place to hide
An oasis on barren lands
But holding on to a past that's gone
Was just leaving time on my hands

For years I must have wandered
Abandoning all that was good
I thought I knew my way out
But now I'm lost in the woods

Wow, I can't believe I got poem of the day! This made my night, I am honored. I want to thank all of the encouraging members on this site that kept me going when I wanted to give up.

This is probably one of my favorite poems I have written. I came to this site as a musician on hiatus looking for a creative outlet in life. This was the first poem where I felt as I wasn't a musician writing poems, but a poet. Thank you so much for your support and here's to many future works from myself and from all of you as well! :)

- The Mysidian Bard
3.2k · Sep 2016
Black Swan
Mysidian Bard Sep 2016

She took the part
That broke her heart
And soon would take her life

But the pirouettes
Help her forget
She's dancing on a knife

Mysidian Bard Sep 2016

With each passing glance
We're all looking for someone
Behind strangers eyes

1.7k · Sep 2016
Chasing Shadows (Haiku #7)
Mysidian Bard Sep 2016

I'm just a dreamer
Chasing shadows in the night
Pretending they're real

1.1k · Sep 2016
Eden (Haiku #9)
Mysidian Bard Sep 2016

I'm the cold hard ground
But she is the gentle rain
That makes flowers grow

Mysidian Bard Nov 2016

She walks on water
Her ripples echo, become
The waves of my life

986 · Jan 15
Tomorrow Never Comes
Mysidian Bard Jan 15

I tell myself that this is it,
when the day is done.
When I wake I'll start anew,
but tomorrow never comes.

Tomorrow becomes today
more quickly than the last,
more quickly than the bottles empty
more weeks and months go past.

I buy the drink, the drink buys me
another day to run.
The demons waiting patiently
for when the day is done.

Tomorrow becomes today;
I waste it like before,
I waste it getting wasted,
but I'm wasting so much more

My friends, my health, my family
and those I cherish most;
watch the boy they used to love,
becoming just a ghost.

Tomorrow becomes today,
I may have missed it all,
I may have missed the last chance
just to never miss last call

I tell myself that this is it
when the day is done,
but the circle remains unbroken
and tomorrow never comes.

940 · Feb 19
Curtain Call
Mysidian Bard Feb 19

We both read our scripts,
but we're not on the same page.
You and I are just actors
who treat life as the stage.

We rehearse our lines,
but they're not what we mean,
for once lets break character
and call cut on this scene.

We could steal the show
if we rewrite the play
and end the charade
of this macabre matinee.

We've reached the finale,
there's no encore after all.
This is our shot,
our last curtain call.

Mysidian Bard Jan 22

It started as a puncture,
but the seam slowly ripped;
a thimble can't protect
from a poison needle tip.

She tried to mend it
by making more holes;
the tear only grew
and grew out of control.

At the spinning wheel
her life would quickly dwindle;
frantic attempts to hem
were depleting the spindle.

What started as a puncture
of seductive sedation
fueled the abuse
of machined perforation.

"Don't mourn a living corpse"
were the last words she said
as she drew the needle
that held the last thread.

918 · Oct 2016
Everlasting (Haiku #20)
Mysidian Bard Oct 2016

Our hearts may grow old
But won't ever be dulled by
The passage of time

Happy Thanksgiving from Canada to all Hello Poetry members! :)
905 · Sep 2016
Sightless (Haiku #13)
Mysidian Bard Sep 2016

And though she was blind
Her eyes shined with inner light
And love beyond words

I met a blind woman today and when she looked into my eyes I saw something incredibly profound that I still cannot explain. This haiku is my best attempt to put that feeling into words.
900 · Feb 21
Limitless
Mysidian Bard Feb 21

Astral architecture hangs on the balance of my once fragile mind, now unbound and open to the potential of the Penrose Stairs that I climb. Infinity, I thought, was an innate idea man was not meant to understand, because if the universe is in fact infinite, into what does it expand?

Standing at the precipice of epiphany, teetering at the very cusp of clarity, it came to me in a monumental moment of sibylline singularity:

It expands into itself.

The thought was too profound to perceive, too ravenous to be satiated. Could this be at long last, the answer for which I have waited?

I realized that consciousness operates under a similar uniformity: the brain won't outgrow the head, but the mind will outgrow the body, and our echoes will radiate across the endlessness of existence, for all our forgotten frequencies are oblivious to the concept of distance.

We are all limitless beneath the veil of this perceived reality,
but only there are we human, and only then are we free.

897 · Mar 3
Lonesome Lullaby

All I have is a photograph
and a blank page with your name,
our lives have clearly changed,
but my heart still feels the same.

So I write down a few scattered lines,
and add a chord or two,
just trying to make new memories of you.

I'll play this song beneath the stars,
watch it dance into the sky.
If on the wind my words do fly,
then you'll hear my lullaby.

Will you look above and think of me
as a shooting star breaks through,
maybe words will make wishes come true.

Now I have a brand new page
with a picture, poem, and song.
I know it's been so long,
but my love's still standing strong.

If a picture paints a thousand words
then this poem will never do,
but I want to make new memories with you.

884 · Feb 25
Dreamweaver
Mysidian Bard Feb 25

Longing through lonesome days,
supplicating the sun to set.
I anxiously await your arrival,
should consciousness concede to what I covet.

Only in fanciful fantasies,
in the delight of darkness,
and in our notoriously nocturnal nature,
have I ever happened upon happiness.

Give me the gift of your grace,
the spell of your sweet surrender,
and the temporarity of tonight
will flourish into forever.

In the day I may wistfully wander
halfheartedly and uncommitted,
but in dreams I know not the words
lonely or unrequited.

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Time changes all things;
seashells of the past become
the sand of today.

821 · Feb 15
Prism
Mysidian Bard Feb 15

I've met Sapphire -- she was like the sea. She could appear as a raging storm or the complete embodiment of tranquility. Graceful, calm, comforting and yet at the same time tempestuous, untamed and misunderstood. Those who wade in the shallow would never know the unfathomable depths of her being. For beneath her unstable surface lies untold understanding, wisdom, and a love that is both unimaginable and sincere.

I could have laid there in the sand for Eternity, enclosed in the gentle hush of her misty words, letting her waves crash upon me in hopes that I’d eventually be pulled under.


I've met Ruby -- she was like a wildfire and I the dry tinder, all too eager to satisfy her audacious passion and unquenchable desire. I was the moth; the unshakable temptation of her aura's alluring danger was too tantalizing, too enticing to resist. Bewitched by her crimson lips, sultry figure, blazing eyes and seductive gestures, I was foolishly fanatical to be her dancing marionette, my strings effortlessly compelled to be wrapped around her finger.

Yet I could never find contentment in feeling her warmth from a safe distance. I yearned for the uncertainty of smothering the flames for a chance to be engulfed in the immortal inferno of reckless devotion.


I've met Topaz -- she was like the sunlight and the stars. Joyous and blindingly shining with youthful exuberance, her childlike innocence was a boon that beamed upon every soul she touched. Spirited and seemingly teeming with a never ending supply of infectious laughter and a smile that could melt even the most frostbitten heart. Hopelessly trying to keep up with her fervent spontaneity proved as futile as trying to catch a shooting star with a butterfly net.

I am forever blessed that she shone upon my life. A single day basking in her radiance was worth more than the perpetuity of a solitudinous existence.


I've met Emerald -- she was like a lush forest. I sat beneath her trees in the shade of her leaves, embraced by the gentle caress of her touch. Her serene ambrosial breeze carried soothing whispers of kindness and compassion that were unrivaled by any earthly delights. We planted seeds that took root in our hearts and entangled our souls with the everlasting abundance of euphoric elation, harmony, and deliverance.

Yet every flower that flourishes in the spring will willingly wilt in the fall, and the seeds that lie dormant beneath the snow bear no commitment to bloom. What we hoped would blossom through the passing of time would only amount to us growing apart.


But I've never met anyone like you -- You are a Diamond. Given just the smallest glint of light, you shine with the complete spectrum of incomparable quintessence. You encompass the entirety of all the different colors and hues of every jewel I have ever known. Unparalleled and peerless in your very nature, unprecedented and unsurpassed in your beauty.

You are ineffable. All my attempts to describe you will only prove to be ultimately inadequate, but you are the most precious gem to me and I will be, forever and always,
yours.

Will you be my Valentine? <3
804 · Jan 5
In Loving Memory

I knew you as a person
who wore daffodils in her hair;
dancing barefoot in the fields.
Always unpredictable,
your aura, like an aurora of Pandora's open box.
Recklessly compassionate in your unrelenting affection.

I remember when they told me
that you had passed away.
I watched as they returned your body to the earth.
They say that you're in heaven now,
but I don't know how this can be true
when every day I still feel you in my heart.

Maybe your daisy chain was a halo
and the fields that you danced on were clouds.
I think I finally understand.
I knew you as a person,
but maybe you weren't.
Maybe you were just an angel
that got lost along the way.

This is my first attempt at a free verse poem, please feel free to send me a message with feedback or critique. I honestly don't know what I am doing and writing this was a huge challenge for me. This is for anyone who has lost someone close to them in their lives. People die, but they live on in the hearts and souls of the people who loved and cherished them. Carry their spirits into the new world and they will live on forever.
787 · Feb 27
If I were the Rain
Mysidian Bard Feb 27

If I were the rain,
I'd be dying to touch the earth,
cascading from nimbus clouds,
desperate to quench your thirst.

Yearning to bring new life
and glistening morning dew,
to a cold and arid place
where a garden never grew.

Today the sun may shine,
tomorrow may be the same,
but somewhere on the horizon
are skies that I'll reclaim.

I'd shower you with tenderness
and promises never untrue.
If I were the rain,
I'd be falling for you.

786 · Jan 10
Shelter
Mysidian Bard Jan 10

I, too, was once a man
in search of guiding light.
Hopeless, lost, alone
and ready to give up the fight.

When a helping hand reached out,
unencumbered by my weight
and took it upon themselves
to pull me from Hell's gate.

Self sacrifice; a virtue
that I would someday know
to be the shelter that I found
beneath the cape of my hero.

Confide in me, my darling;
I'll be your great escape.
It was written in the starlight
that I would don the cape.

782 · Jan 29
Temptation
Mysidian Bard Jan 29

She stretched out across the bed,
her body curved in serpentine suggestion.
Seductive whispers, bedroom eyes
and the beckoning motion of her hand.

What sinister intentions are behind
this divine invitation to partake
in the pleasures of our flesh?

774 · Nov 2016
Poet
Mysidian Bard Nov 2016

I write down these words
That you don't understand

Beneath this shell
Is the soul of a broken man

Is this love?
Or only a dream

These pains and fires
Were meant to set us free

762 · Feb 4
Apparitions

As I walk the streets of this old town
footsteps of the past are retraced;
though I look upon it with brand new eyes
every place still has your face.

The wind will always carry your voice,
words echoing on the breeze,
like whispers in the gathering dark
between the cemetery trees.

Fragmented memories of a tortured past
are just riddles without clues.
Haunted are these same old streets
by the apparitions of you.

758 · Sep 2016
Generations (Haiku #6)
Mysidian Bard Sep 2016

Survivors carry
The lives of those who have passed
Into the new world

752 · Mar 5
Star-crossed

Reaching out across the stars,
we've had to fight since birth,
so that our burning avatars
could unite our lights on earth.

Arms raised not to withdraw
beneath the crying horizon,
a closing coup de grâce
where a shattered moon is rising.

Towards one another we race
with no space left to divide
the endless dancing embrace
of two worlds that finally collide.

739 · Nov 2016
Shepherd (Haiku #30)
Mysidian Bard Nov 2016

I have seen the path
Where the blind men lead the blind
They gladly follow

733 · Sep 2016
Shine (Haiku #2)
Mysidian Bard Sep 2016

Accept no limits
And we'll shine like the diamonds
That our tied hands mine

728 · Aug 2016
Belong
Mysidian Bard Aug 2016

Under stars
With eyes that brightly shine
I was yours
And you were mine

Summer days
That never seemed to end
Were numbered days
Too few to spend

When the heart breaks
When the soul aches
When the love is gone

Then where do we belong?

The way to love
A path we couldn't find
A twisted maze
Too tangled to unwind

But our waves found
Each others empty shores
Footprints marked
Once lonely bedroom floors

When the heart breaks
When the soul aches
When the love is gone

Then where do we belong?

Under stars
With eyes that brightly shine
I was yours
And you were mine

One more night
We only just pretend
That autumns breeze
Won't mean the summers end

Whatever it takes
Whatever fate makes
If we just hang on

I'll stand at hell's gate
Carry the weight
If we just stay strong

And if the heart breaks
If the soul aches
If the love is gone

Tell me where do we belong?

718 · Oct 2016
Unspoken (Haiku #22)
Mysidian Bard Oct 2016

Silence says much more
Than useless words we have said
Many times before

712 · Oct 2016
Drifter (Haiku #18)
Mysidian Bard Oct 2016

I have always had
The compelling urge to leave
Where I feel welcome

704 · Dec 2016
Moon Shadow
Mysidian Bard Dec 2016

Every light that shines
Casts the shadows I fear

Every smile I fake
Stained by a thousand tears

Every word I speak
Cold and dead as my eyes

Every night that sets
Darker with each sunrise

703 · Feb 13
Grace (Haiku #54)
Mysidian Bard Feb 13

The weight of darkness
is something only the sun
can ever make light.

702 · Sep 2016
Home (Haiku #3)
Mysidian Bard Sep 2016

Without each other
How could we ever find home
In this placeless age?

692 · Oct 2016
Illuminate (Haiku #17)
Mysidian Bard Oct 2016

Our stars light the sky
In the gathering dark of
A lonely city

Shout out to Molly for helping me on this one. If you haven't already, please check out her work, she is a wonderful poet! :)

http://hellopoetry.com/mmg/
680 · Feb 23
Luna (Haiku #57)
Mysidian Bard Feb 23

You are my moonlight,
the darker that my life gets,
the brighter you shine.

680 · Dec 2016
Mysidia
Mysidian Bard Dec 2016

I come from a place
Where reality's a dream
We sleepwalk awake
Silent are the screams

Uncertainty is certain
Lies are absolute
Destruction just creates
The vital and minute

Consciously unaware
Of our intended mistakes
Reminded to forget
That giving only takes

I come from a place
Where eyes never see
Through the mists of illusion
Surrounding you and me

664 · Oct 2016
Better Days (Haiku #25)
Mysidian Bard Oct 2016

They always say that
Tomorrow might be better
But I'm still waiting

659 · Oct 2016
Rebirth (Haiku #23)
Mysidian Bard Oct 2016

It isn't too late
It's never too late to start
All over again

655 · Aug 2016
Let's Roll On
Mysidian Bard Aug 2016

Let's roll on like gypsies fly
Pack our things and say goodbye
Time is short so lets make haste
Let's roll on without a trace

Let's roll on across the plains
Making love and daisy chains
See the world as it was meant to be
Let's roll on until we're free

In our lifetimes
We walk such a thin line
We have such a short time
Before we are gone
Let's roll on

Lets roll on across the sands
Travel to a distant land
Settle down and plant a tree
See what it will grow to be

In our lifetimes
We walk such a thin line
We have such a short time
Before we are gone
Let's roll on

Let's roll on a simple prayer
On the wind and through the air
And when we're tired and hopes are meek
May we find the lives we seek

In our lifetimes
We walk such a thin line
We have such a short time
Before we are gone

If there's reason
To live through the heartaches
To learn from the mistakes
And see the next dawn
Let's roll on

650 · Sep 2016
Regrets (Haiku #12)
Mysidian Bard Sep 2016

Memories of you
Cannot fill these empty arms
Pride can't keep me warm

631 · Nov 2016
Salvation (Haiku #39)
Mysidian Bard Nov 2016

The light will get in
Through my many cracks and tears
My imperfection

Mysidian Bard Nov 2016

You say we're strangers
But countless times you and I
Met along the way

619 · Aug 2016
Radiance (Haiku #1)
Mysidian Bard Aug 2016

Ancient distant stars
A window into the past
That lights present skies

616 · Oct 2016
Detour (Haiku #26)
Mysidian Bard Oct 2016

Somewhere on the way
I lost me, you lost you, but
We found each other

610 · Jan 18
Philosophy
Mysidian Bard Jan 18

Why are we all just living to die
when we all should be dying to live?

606 · Jan 20
Forgiveness
Mysidian Bard Jan 20

Time is not a war to be waged;
there can never be a winner.
At the end we're all the same;
the anointed and the sinner.

Take up your arms and you will find
you'll leave with less than you had;
all the fruits of your trying labor
will surely have gone bad.

Instead of changing the world around
try instead to be the change;
raise the white flag and you will earn
from a war you didn't engage.

If there's a lesson to be learned:
you need not hold the line.
All the anger and hate will depart
through the gentle surrender to time.

I'm waiting for the sun to rise;
going to cut these worldly ties.
Remembering summer reveries,
The autumn chill, the falling leaves.

Look at how we both have grown;
change for all the time we've blown.
Remembering the winters snow,
the stars above, the ground below.

Lets atone for throwing stones;
we can mend the broken bones.
Remembering that spring revives;
brings new light to cloudy skies.

I want to wish all my friends, followers and fellow poets a happy new years. May the light guide you on whatever path you choose this new year. Thank you so much for all the love and support! Be safe, and awake to a beautiful tomorrow. :)

The Mysidian Bard
589 · Feb 6
Courage

Bravery is not a trait to be learned,
but a decision that's yet to be made.
When standing against overwhelming odds
there's good reason to be afraid,

but despair does not ensure cowardice
and adversity does not equal defeat.
Every man still has a fighting chance
as long as his heart still beats.

Be always valiant and forever fearless
against what others may forewarn,
because the decisions made amidst catastrophe
are also when heroes are born.

582 · Dec 2016
Harmony
Mysidian Bard Dec 2016

The flowing water in the dawns mist
Whispers memories of our youthful bliss

Carried away, downstream, endlessly
Into the open arms of a restless sea

This shall be the place we forever rest
Intertwined and woven like the cape weavers nest

Never again to know solidarity
Cradling the life of tomorrow is our apogee

572 · Feb 9
Hall of Mirrors

This prison is a place where darkness only breeds
and the shadows dance with themselves,
playing tricks on my eyes, darting quickly across the walls
only to vanish upon my focused gaze.

I once caught a glimpse of these hypnotic specters;
cruel machinations of tortured souls revealed themselves
to be nothing more than corrupted reflections of myself
wandering aimlessly through a hall of mirrors.

These rooms were once traversable,
but now this maze is more twisted than my own intentions;
unheeded, unnoticed and smiling, like a knife in the dark
waiting for an opportunity to quell any ambitions
that may lead to freedom.

551 · Sep 2016
May the Circle
Mysidian Bard Sep 2016

Though my hands no longer hold
Your tender hands as years unfold
Though my hands have gone cold

Though my lips no longer speak
Whisper gently, kiss your cheek
Though no more words my lips to speak

Theres an echo out on the air
Of words our voices never shared

May the circle
Carry your soul away
Far from the skies of grey
And though we part

Through the circle
We may have reached the end
But love will return again
Into your heart

Though we thought the storm would pass
We hid inside our house of glass
Casting stones at each others past

Cracks and leaks the rain got in
Dousing flames of hearts within
Cold drops clinging to our skin

The things that we thought forever gone
May warm us in the light of dawn

May the circle
Carry your soul away
Far from the skies of grey
And though we part

Through the circle
We may have reached the end
But love will return again
Into your heart

May the circle
Never become a chain
And let us return again
Back to the start

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