Hades Jun 25

No one ever gave the luxury that his greedy heart desired.
And so he chose to become the creature of fire.
The flames which they whispered
To be destructive and vicious.
His eyes mirrored the depths of hell
That was once angelic and precious.

His heart has been corrupted and withered.
Now his lips spoke evil for any man to do harm.

I knew him when he was young
He was a noble
But now the doubtful,
The altruist and witty since youth
Turns out to be someone who will deny the truth.

A sweet smile,
A cheerful laugh
full of glee.

O, how she shines
with the sun!

A friend,
if she may
be today
what tomorrow is
to Spring

And as Springtime
you'll be glad to see,
the cheer
you'll hear

As she dances
with the daffodils

And Fall may come
Autumn, it may be
She mellows at the beauty
of yellow from the green.

Winter, with its blizzards
and cold nights,
But a friend she may be;
to a snowman, company.

Her sweet smile
therefore, be Summer;
She melts the ice and snow
as the sun arises.

And when the day
comes to pass:
O, what happy day!
Let this be for me

That I'll be
as ever amiable
as thee.

For Charmain.
RK May 3

Life is truly one long day
When all the shadows pass away
One can see the blue and green
desire the multi coloured scenes.

And neither is there even dreams
In other worlds no greener fields
And truth will see through fallacy
Where desire is lost for fantasies.

The burden of all things now past  
For all that matters is now grasped
One could say that this is death
But life is truly one great breath/ breadth.

There's length and depth and height as well
We are the light there is no hell
There's more to life than earth and sky
light is fullness love and joy.


Sorry I've been unable to give  time to read your work. But this poem came this morning in a lightning flash.
George Krokos Mar 23

I am moved to tears when I see the spontaneous goodness of a person’s heart
that at times is surely lacking in many people of the world which we’re a part.

Sounds more like a confession or admission. From "Simple Observations" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
iamtheavatar Mar 15

This life.

Nothing more
than dust and dirt.
Nothing more
than a pause for breath.

Yet You chose to speak
to these skin and bones.


Speak Lord.

Let Your voice
touch this weary heart.
Let Your Spirit
pour like eternal rain.


Speak Lord.
When these lips
don't know how to praise.

Speak Lord.
When these hands
are too heavy to raise.

Speak and set me ablaze.

iamthe_avatar ©2017

A poem for love.
Ceyhun Mâhî Dec 2016

Beyond that bitter, grudging and vile lip,
Who only spews and is covered with pride,
There lies more when you make it with love flip,
Like an old coin who has another side.

The first few verses I wrote after I woke up from an inspiring dream.
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