Sophia Apr 17
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I feel my innocence
slipping away
through fingers clasped as tight as
sand slipping to the ocean floor
Thick waves engulfing it and tying it down
like anchors

around my neck i feel the weight
of the opportunities i’ve missed out

and i’m not sure how much longer i can keep afloat
without letting the doubts sink me down by hidden treasure chests of siren calls.

Unwanted glory,
All of it was so gory,
And I am so sorry.

Why that day came,
And why I survived,
I do not know either.

It is as if I chose dear life,
Of the two choices there,
Now I doubt my choice.

There is no happiness,
And there is no sorrow,
Neither happy nor sad.

Unrequited love I dispensed,
How long will it take for me,
Always I repent after loving.

They ask me my story,
I tell them my saga,
Of love & suffering.

Then they get bored,
Too dreamy a story,
They take it all as fiction.

My HP Poem #1502
©Atul Kaushal
Shield Maiden Oct 2016

dark age clashing iron
winged fire demons dying
skeletons scattered

my first Haiku
Scribbles99 Oct 2016

Darkness avenges light and swallows it up.
A burning sun dies,
melting in a horizon where orange flames mold with stars.
Shadows awaken and roam a world.
A black cloud is studded with blazing stalks;
swaying and jumping throughout the dark.
An exquisite pearl rules a sky.

Slowly and on toes...
Secrets are born,
masks of empty smiles and eyes fall
tearing flesh and bones;
and what we thought as mythical creatures are shed,
awakening the truest nature of souls.

A dragon
           with red dark eyes,
                 with skin as dark as night,
with claws as sharp as knives,
with teeth that could crush buildings,

A dragon who hunts the skies
                                   but only at night.
The fiercest predator of them all.
              It demolishes
                            everything in its sight.

It takes flight at night.
It stalks its prey,
but when the prey notices,
it's way too late.

This beast of the night is called
                                      the Shadow Dragon.

It lives for millions and millions of years,
and no one can kill this beast.
So, if you see it,
you may want to run
because it may want you
for its next dinner.

So fear it now,
for it might find you.

:)

Alyssa (age 9)
6-21-16

So many of you have shown Alyssa encouragement for her poetry, and this has helped fuel her desire to keep writing. Last night, she wrote several poems in her journal after she spouted this little gem off to me. She wants to create a page on here, and I plan to explore that option for I fear she may not be of proper age. This will be the last poem of hers I post here if she's able to join. I know as a member, she won't be able to fully participate as she is so young, but I know she'll be well cared for by all of you. I'm just do stinking proud of her newfound passion and plan to foster and encourage her development.

Thank you so much for reading! :)
Shannon Perry Jan 2016

Moonlight; just enough to illuminate the silhouettes creating the forest -
just enough to help the sky glow; a black ocean freckled with stars, so modest.
With tiny chimes in the distant wind of the flickering trees
signalling the beat of pure white galloping hooves heard over the silent breeze.
A myth? Perhaps. Or, more believably, the strength of the woodland?
She casts a playful spell upon us all with her charm easily, as if planned.
Wild and free, full of purity and innocence; she brings excitement  
and is a reminder to never grow up but stay full of enchantment.

Shannon Perry Jan 2016

I am a myth and something that cannot be defined,
ablaze with the fiery heat of a life that has been most unkind.

With a touch of a feather I ignite a match,
wanting nothing more than to detach
myself from the earth that caused my tribulation,
and to cause my own cremation.

Black ash darkening the sky's midst,
I am being kissed
by the scorching blaze of a newborn flame
my last breath unnoticed as the calm overcame.

Rising from the ashes, I am born again,
powerful, exultant, majestic through all the pain.

jdotingham Dec 2015

Hey, you better stop when you stumble in a room,
Using other peoples faces as an elegant muse.
Your just so unpredictable,
A monster at heart,
But its destructive behavior which tears us apart.

A little verse using a banshee as a representation of the persona. Enjoy.
Nabs Nov 2015

By: Nabs

That day on the beach
Calming wave was lapping the sand
Forming a clear contrast between black and white
You were standing between these lines, firm

You outstretched your arms
As if trying to hug the raging wind
As if trying to calm it down
Not relenting even as it tried to blew you away

I could not see your face
But your hair was those of sunlight
Blinding and pale, so pale that it looks translucence
I find myself to be captivated

You stood there for hours, and I too
Mesmerized with the way you let your self stumble into the ocean
I stood there feeling as if I had known you since the day I first took breath

You threw your head back and let out peals of laughter
Melodious, yet there's a tone of destruction there
Always a tone of destruction
The wind raged on, the waves roared savagely

I saw your eyes, in the brief fraction of eternity, they made me feel things that were unknown to me

Your eyes were a shade of color that i did not understand, that no human would ever comprehend
Too complex and yet simple, but one that words does not have jurisdiction over
Paradoxes upon paradoxes

Eyes that had seen storm and withstood them
Caused tornadoes and typhoon
Created worlds and gods and life
Forgotten but presisted
Because you do not sip faith

My whole being was longing to be near you
But it was not ever meant to be
For to touch you mean to touch divinity
Sinners have been long forbidden to accept grace

As thunder started to crackled in the air,
You turned your head and saw my existence
My frail, frail heart feels like it was about to burst
Fireworks of muscles, blood, and flesh

Explosion of the worst kind and the best kind

You cocked your head, as if curious of why i am here
You beckoned me forward,
For me to move my paralyzed limbs
In my heart I knew you are not human
But strangely was not afraid

You are gravity and I couldn't help but being pulled to you

As I got pulled closer and closer, I saw that you are a myriads of everything
Of endings and beginnings
Of Life and death
Of calamity and Insanity

Paradox upon paradox, your structure

I saw the universe swirling around you
With each breath that you too
Sparks flew everywhere
The air was singed by thunder

There were gospels staining your skin
The words of long forgotten
The world that is dead but alive
Only because you know of their existence

"Why", the question slipped out
I found myself to be mortified, a fool that I am

" Because every being have their orbits, and this is the time for us to meet. Soon our orbits will separate and it is a goodbye and a greeting"

You linked your hands with mine
It was abrupt, as all of this was
But it felt like forever and distantly the feeling of death fights with the euphoria of being held by you
I feel like i've known you all my life but i know i don't

I looked down at your hands to see them cracking, your hands were made of glass
Rose petal stained your lips while thorns looped around your neck
I squeezed your hands to comfort you

We took off running with hands interlacing
      
You never said who you are,
    but you never liked to be bound in names

Hi, this is going to be the first poem I am going to submit, thank you for reading and I hope you like it ( You'll see i'm very about with titles)

Please be honest in commenting, and critiques are welcome, just don't be an ass about it. Thanks again.
Taru Sep 2015

Santa puts gifts under the tree
The Easter Bunny hides eggs around the house
The Tooth Fairy gives you money for your teeth
Then you grow up, and they go away
They don’t need your service anymore,
And you don’t need theirs

A phoenix rises from the ashes
A basilisk petrifies with a look
A vampire can be a dhampir or a Moroi
A chimaera can be a devil or an angel
These magical creatures, these myths
We grew up together, through pages of books,
From the young years, to the teenage.
They don’t need my service anymore
And I don’t need theirs

What mythical creatures exist in adulthood?
Santa comes back, but not for you
The Tooth Fairy asks you to sub sometimes
The phoenix lets you know he’ll come soon
You keep the basilisk at bay
Now you keep their service alive for the next generation.

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