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Harry Roberts Apr 2015
War
Im stressed
Feel like I'm pressed
Between an icy vice
Left to my vices, yes my own devices
Fell from grace twice, never lost face,
From my place I've never been displaced, but terrors I have had to face, faced them at a fast pace
Bringing memories of a past chase,
Living with haste, kisses so chaste,
But brought to waste. Brought to the brink, the brink of fire, thirsting for a drink but the pyres been lit by the liar.

You could've been, what you would've seen
All the jewels you sought
Only got you caught and to deaths door brought.
But there is a power in the flame,
Tales form in the mouth of whose to blame, the snake likes to play a game but his tactics are always the same
His aim to hurt my aim to maim.

Sight set at the highest hight,
Upon them I'll become a blight
Wrongs will become right
And my grip will get tight
As I see your eyes lose might
My friend you've lost the fight
Now into the sky-I take flight
Light up the sky as I become bright

Bright with the brittle deed
Sown my seed, watched as death took greed, not even a tear did bead
As he took the lead I now take my leave.
Harry Roberts Sep 2014
Off into the deep dark woods,
With a wicker box of goods.
Jar of jam, loaf of bread,
Doctor prescribed rest in bed.

The forests single trail,
To far in to fail,
Sliver of red dashing,
Amidst the rains lashing.

Mother went to town for the weeks end,
To go see childhoods friend.
So the cottage is free for me,
No danger did I see.

My grandmothers rickety house bore signs of age,
In her garden she grew sage,
To keep away spirits of rage.
But her herbs seemed to be dead.

Voices of doubt whispered in my head.
Is she here, her body is near,
But is her mind, and that smile kind,
She said when her sage shows signs of age,
It's time to run like theirs a fire on stage.  

Despite my feeling
I opened the door
Scent sent me reeling
I stumbled to the floor.

Stood by the fire-place
Was a face out of place,
A man in my grans robes,
I felt prickles in my ear lobes.

He smiled a grim grin of many teeth,
Eyes of sin screamed a soul thief.
I turned to run,
But he grabbed and yelled ***.

"What about my treats and sweets,
Don't leave," the man tugged at my sleeve.
"I was going to get you pickings of thyme"
I said to the impersonating slime.

"I'll cook you a beef steak."  
"Magnificent" said the rake.
Gran kept steak for me,
Why I ate it she didn't see.

Oil and thyme, in the frying pan.
Waiting on time, heat reddens the crying Pan.
When ready I bashed the pan down on his head,
Praying he smashed on the ground dead.

Then I took a sharp silver knife,
To his throat, to end his life.
Blood, arterial spray, enters the fray. Chaos rampant here,
The scent of her body near.

I went to her room then fell to my knees in doom.
I carried her limp frame to the sodden ground,
Buried her beneath a mound.

Then grabbed sage stricken by age,
Put it in the devils shocked screaming mouth,
Then put his body ablaze to send his dark soul streaming south.
My take on red riding hood.
Harry Roberts Aug 2014
He told me he'd call real soon,
Velvet voice creating a teal tune.
Hybrid child of green and blue,
But no envy or depression resides in you.

I'm so lost without
break when he shouts
Tremble when he pouts
Him it's all about.

From a hight I fell
Then down a well
When love did swell
No soul I'd tell.

He left at night-
No morning mourning-
No fading from sight
Just a kiss and a hug right?

No. Ravished till he spent his desire,
So I was the ocean to extinguish his fire,
Then enticed to sleep by Apollos lyre,
In fairness my body was blazed by Vulcan's pyre.
Check out the first one, I felt this poem complimented Adonis, which is why this is Adonis 2
Harry Roberts Aug 2014
Everyone has emotions,
Don't deprive them of their devotions.
I believed that happiness
Was in toe with sappiness.

But now I see emotions lend passion,
Even though apathy is trend fashion ,
People just don't care,
Missing the mistress mare.

For she kept depression in check,
She softened oppressions harsh peck.
Now emotions overlook towers,
Blurred motions mistook my powers.

Intent on a new intention,
Pulled even In a state of suspension,
Wild, lost child, nothing about his life was mild.

But I do not dwell,
On times where I fell,
Not reliving a personal hell,
But my advice I do tell.

Negativity can embrace,
Bring pain upon your face,
But you have to rise,
Fly high above petty lies.
I want to get my poems out in the world
Harry Roberts Aug 2014
I was dedicated,
'Till I levitated,
Then I deviated.

I saw life with new eyes,
The truth hidden by lies,
Empowered by my past tries

This won't be my last try
'Cause I'm held high & I won't cry,
life gets hard but I won't die,
I can't be sad if I don't try.


From the end of a tunnel,
I see I was caught in a funnel
I though it would never end
Nor would my life ever mend.

But I'm better now
No enemies how
I mean people hate
But their timings late.

Any thought they could think-
I thought, reduced me to nought,
But no solace I sought.

Though now I have friends,
"Pain never ends",
Self-fulfilling prophecy mends,
But on life strife depends.

In this world we can't expect peace,
Life's short it's like a lease,
At the end of the day it's what you make it,
You can't expect great if you forsake it.
Harry Roberts Aug 2014
I'd say his skins Greek but it's just really tanned.
I'd love to love him but love is banned.
I feel my world disappearing like toes through sand.
I'd lay with him on a beach to just hold his hand.
I'd never walk away because my legs would be to weak to stand.

Hotter than summer,
My hearts turned into a drummer.
Beating to the sweet sound of his existence,
It would be a killer to have a love resistance.

With soft blue eyes,
Tell small sweet lies,
That I'm to good for you,
That I can't live without you.

You could do that and so much more,
Beauty like that will always open doors.
You leave me gasping and wanting more,
I'm wanton for you- your sweet *****.

It is you I'll never cause pain,
Life's summer- without you it's rain.
Desire burning hotter than fire,
Velvet soft lips taking me higher.
Harry Roberts Jul 2014
I'm happy, I swear,
pretend to care,
Because I do,
It's what I pursue.

Life is ******, it's true,
But still it's life I pursue.
Wanting to start anew,
But you can't stop boiling a brew.

Twist my mind,
Make me kind,
Make me mean.
Let me go lean.

Treating life like a show,
Mind buried under 10ft of snow.
Because I'm expected to entertain,
Even when pain i retrain.

I'm happy I swear,
Life is never fair,
Can be drab without flair,
Will bore until you pair.
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