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A Wegner Mar 2016
Look away
In Scotland's highland rain,
In a smooth round sheltered cave
(hiding away)
Gentle stream heard above,
So much steadier than us.
Filled with lust and confusion,
Faltering with this possible certainty...

(These hearts could beat as one as they are starting to)

Look away
There's three words I can't say
Lost their meaning somewhere...
Along the way.
The rain is faltering too,
I hear a latent tune
Coming towards us again.
Wrap your arms
Like that firefly confused
About this turn of weather
That came too soon.
Coat my heart once more
Til its beat is all I hear,
You're looking at me so strong
Defined glistening eyes...

Look away
I'm in disguise.
I stare at limp leaves,
Muddy, strewn upon stony ground...

Look away
I catch my breath
It's almost like you knew

Two imperfect souls,
Moving perfectly in tune

Like this summer storm above us
You came unexpectedly - too soon
But I'm still standing here
Waiting.
For one of us to move.
Something a little bit different for me, but something I've had on my mind. Hope you like it, feel free to comment as always <3
Cody Haag Mar 2016
When I fell into your cave,
Your stalagmites pierced me;
I became impossible to save,
The rock much too deep.

The sun did not shine there,
People did not see me hurt.
They did not see the blood,
How the rock made it spurt.

Some tried to pull me out,
But they all failed upon trying.
My strangled cry became a death shout,
For I was slowly dying.

My body, pulled from the deep cave,
Remained lifeless in your arms;
I had never been saved,
And I met the face of harm.

I was too far gone,
I could not return;
I did not see dawn,
Death I had earned.
ThatSynGirl Feb 2016
it's cold in this cave.
i see my breath in every shuttering exhalation i force
my throat is closing
i see icicles on the cave ceiling
she's shivering too
what used to be rosey cheeks full of life
now look like death.
i see little color.
even her blue eyes look frozen. gray.
her brown hair is riddled with specs of snow and ice.
this is our shelter for the night.
we share a gaze that we both know speaks 'i hope we make it through the night.'
outside is a roaring blizzard.
and not the tasty kind that you hold upside down before you eat it.
eugghh.
even as hungry as i was, the thought of eating that frozen treat sent a violent shiver up my spine, resulting in a loud chattering of my teeth.
im not sure how we ended up in this situation.
i try to rack my brain to find the steps we took to land ourselves in this damp, frosty cave, but my brain must be freezing, too, because i cant picture anything but what i see in front of me.

we remained in silence for what seemed an hour. the only sounds were our rough breathing and the occasional shiver and chatter of teeth
she was losing motor function…she had been rubbing her arms for warmth and it slowly ceased.
she laid against the cave wall in a slump, her head resting awkwardly sideways, and her arms lumped at her sides.

i went to speak, but i only mouthed my words.
i coughed to clear my throat and only a pathetic whine came out.
so i stood up.
her eyes followed me, but her body still laid lifeless and heavy.

i tried to speak again, but only heard rough whisper.
i grabbed an icicle with a wrapped hand and begun writing into the snow in front of her.

it read 'need to move. or we die for sure, right here.'

it took her great pain to maneuver her head to read my script.
she nodded weakly.

i stood quickly and offered my hand, which she took with limp wrist.
this poor girl.
i don't even know her name, and i may be the last person she'll ever see. and vice versa.

as soon as our hands made contact, i saw a flash of me, running across a white, snowy field.
there were large black circles on the ground, smoking.
i was carrying something. i remember a sharp pain in my side, but i knew i would not put what i was holding down, no matter what.

i lifted my shirt, was immideatly bitten by the frosty atmosphere.
ooh. i exhaled in shock from the sudden exposure to the cold.

on my side, i saw a grouping of multiple gashes, still ******, but crusted over by now.
my eyes widened.
Tabatha.
I was carrying a little girl. she had a large piece of glass sticking into her shoe, and couldn't walk on it. the glass had reached her bone.
but she was brave, i remembered that.
she did not cry. she was strong for me. and i was for her.
i held her close, her foot bouncing at my side as i ran for our safety.
i could feel every cut and ****. every tear of my skin. and it hurt terribly.
but i did not put her down.
we ran atleast a mile. the little girl who i did not even know, clinging to me. her only chance of survival.
Not exactly a poem, but I figured someone on here could enjoy it.
SassyJ Jan 2016
Chorus
Watch me fly
Let me fly away
As the bird
I take a flight away

Verse 1
In the still, silence pervades
No reminiscence of a past gone away
You watched me talk,
Then I lost all my words you waved
Goodbye, sad goodbyes
In the caves, the echo of my voice pollutes
It’s in the when, the how all the where

Verse 2
In the fields, I withered as the crops bloomed
No remembrance of a past erased
You heard me beg,
As I lost all the will to live but die
The pointed fingers on my being
In  the brave, I took the shield and guarded up
It’s the now, the never ending paths

Bridge**
Parachuting from the skies
The distance is to high
But I trust the safety net
The hailing jet
I wear the sailing zest
https://soundcloud.com/user-367453778/reminiscing-flight-acoustic
Sienna Luna Dec 2015
Red buds or beams flicker across my chest
lined and ready like a velvet-lined coffin
for me to take an infinite rest in.
Lips a bright cherry color
but it’s blood that’s caked.
Ruby gems in each earhole
flickering in the cave’s scarce light.
But I’m not dead yet
---just coming back to life---
Noah Stowe Nov 2015
In the deepest cave
a monster waits.
Crouched alone I wait to be rescued
but help cannot save the blackest of souls.
As I sit and wonder,
Without a drop of hope,
The monster devours me.
Nothing ever seems to help,
Not the kiss of true love or a safe place to hide.
Nothing will help...
Nothing but you.
Cody Haag Nov 2015
With satchel in his hand, he strode down the road,
The sun glinting against his eyes as it does with glass.
Up he crept to the cave of the monster, its rank abode,
And pulled the elixir from his satchel fast.

Trembling, his hands uncorked the bottle,
And released the liquid a'splashin onto the ground below;
The potion served to mottle,
The rock soon to blow.

He leapt from the cave entrance, down toward the road,
Away from the monster's ghastly abode,
And managed to escape sudden death,
As an explosion blasted from the cave's mouth like fiery breath.

The monster wailed loud as death strangled it,
A strange, bone-chilling, awful fit.
But like the cave, the monster was now dead,
And he could head back to his cabin to sleep in his bed.
Sydney Queen Nov 2015
I miss you in the mornings
when you teach the foxes to dance,
barefoot and all a trick of the light.
You are peculiar,
though all the best things are.
We may not break the bone,
but we do drink the marrow.
Yes, you say.
Wait for me, if nothing else.
Yes,
though I see how it pains you to admit it,
to spit it, to rip it out,
in spite of it being true.
You, whose only weapon is a shield.
You, who are free.
It is easy to forget
that Dionysus was the god of chaos,
too,
and that theres a bit of him in all of us.
We don't have to move the mountain.
We can live in the caves
and learn to be less real than we are.
We say new things in an old language.
The enemy ships land,
and we join them on the beach,
spinning round their fires,
singing war songs to each other's reaching hands.
How strange to be a part of something
and still be your own.
do i ever not reference greek mythology.
Beleif Oct 2015
The sun forever guiding,
Their hoods forever rising.
The times are never changing,
Our cave forever breaking.

A cause so lost in the dust of the Earth.
A pause so long, the ancients heard.
A man so strong, the river yearned
To cloak his self and the life he earned.

Under the waterfall,
I am shunned by nature's screeching cries,
And drowned in hooded leeching lies!
A great machine that changed the time!

Twisting in a brilliant path,
Above the cave, the water's last
Falls upon the empty man
Willful to be drowned in red.
Part VI and finale of "Blooming Subterrane."
Shyanna Ashcraft Sep 2015
I've found myself lost,
Drifting around in a
Series of complex caverns,
Spinning from one dead end
To another inside the
Terrible length of tunnels
In which I've found myself.
This maze of which I can't escape,
I cannot decide which way to go
I do not know
Which way is out,
And how do I choose,
What way to cruise,
Left or right?
I cannot tell,
Wouldn't someone ring the bell?
Break this spell,
That keeps me dazed,
Unfazed inside my jail,
Which is my mind.
I'm trapped in a bind,
It is now time,
I've not gotten ready,
I'm not prepared,
My legs aren't steady,
My heart is scared.
Where do I want to go or be?
Here or there?
09-30-25
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