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The rosy-green flight
Of hills and ramps
Blurred in twilight
By a soft lamp

Golden valleys darken
Red in the breeze
Small birds harken
In headless trees

The sadness fades
In my mind’s medium
These autumn shades  
Shatter the sky’s tedium
Translation of Bruxelles – Simples Fresques I by the French poet Paul Verlaine.
Cate Mar 2015
The summer is beginning to
Seep back into my sallow skin
As the crisp night air
Turns warm and fragrant

And the sky
Dirtied with light
Disapates back into
An eerie though
Strangely comforting displacement.

Always temporary,
Change remains scary.
But the uncharted territory
Can't always be complementary
To the days whims and desires.

Weeks may come and go
And I will remain uninspired,
But soon the summer breeze
Will come whispering again
To remind me

Of the tickle of anticipation
When ideas are all I have
And facts have yet to
Set themselves into any certain order

And I don't feel so old
And your body will block the cold
With sandy smirks
And drunken comfort
As we slosh together uncaringly
For a few nights out of the week

And maybe by and by
You'll mean something to me
Or maybe we'll just go with
"We'll see"

But either way you will come again with the summer
And again I'll see
if I can try to be happy.

3.25.15 C.e.M
Very rough, need critique/ to finish
Nicole Mar 2015
Tú que me alumbras cada día,
tú que acaricias mi piel
cantando una melodiosa sinfonía.

Puedo sentirte
en cada extremidad de mi cuerpo
mi pasión por ti
se fue creando con el tiempo.

Das vida y color a mi mundo
Me inspiras y haces que me exprese
en menos de un segundo.

Maravillas y desastres
creas a la vez,
guardas historias y misterios
de aquello que nunca podremos ver.

Eres única
en todos los sentidos
y al contemplarte
aumentas mis latidos.

En ti puedo ver
cosas que jamás encontraré,
eres lo más hermoso
que en este universo puede haber.

Das fruto y esperanza
aún cuando las fuerzas
no alcanzan.

Si otros no te aprecian,
yo sí lo haré,
no voy a permitir
que contaminen ese gran ser.

Me arropas de tus encantos
en cada anochecer,
esa espectacular imagen
y ese maravillso resplandecer

Tú sola te complementas,
admirable sueles ser,
contienes diversas cualidades que solo
tú puedes poseer.

Eres reflejo
de pureza y calidad,
eres todo un sueño
hecho realidad.

Pasados oscuros,
has podido vivir,
pero en ti siempre está
esa magia que te ha permitido resistir.

Muchos han tratado de tomar tu lugar,
pisotearte e ignorarte
y tu importancia anular.

En ti están
cautivadas las generaciones,
relatas cada evento de los humanos
y sus terribles acciones.  

Eres bella,
única y especial
y esa alma libre
que danza sin cesar.

A ti, Madre Tierra,
te quiero agradecer,
por ser esa inspiración
que me ayuda a crecer.
Meg Howell Mar 2015
So you left
and I grew out my hair
and you grew out the distance
and it stayed that way for a while
until I cut my hair
and the memories came back
and the distance didn't seem too far at all
I've sewn my heart together with thread made silver 'lone
The blood that dripped from my lip and deep within my bone
It swept into my mind like a dainty little dancer
But the thread made no sound, and still gives me no answer
Instead silver wrapped around my waist like a metal corset
And dares me not to breathe, so now every breath **I force it
Okay so this is actually one of my favorite pieces of poetry I wrote. It's another old one.
I hand to you
All of you
Each of you
A
Restless thing of mine

It's black from fire
From old blood
From scars
This
Restless thing of mine

It's red from passion
From new blood
From love
This
Restless thing of mine

It's cold from loneliness
From healing
From hate
This
Restless thing of mine

It's warm from caring
From pain
From kindness
This
Restless thing of mine

It's whole from friendship
From happiness
From dreams
This
Restless thing of mine

It is broken
From all those things
This restless thing of mine
This broken thing of mine

But I knew
That no matter
No one would want
A
Restless thing of mine
Another old poem. I actually like it, too. Way to go past self!
Luna Lynn Mar 2015
i love you and i hate you
you make me more and less
of what i am to be
do i cling to helpless hope?

or do i set you free?
(C) Maxwell 2015
IsReaL E Summers Feb 2015
The Looking back and seeing,
It's almost like I'm dreaming
From my Life, ive been weening
wanna win it "well done"
Trevailed a vision
One and only Son
"Light that your arising"
And every body was...
  That's right....
                              Kung fu fighting.
The lines in my mind remind me that I'm...
     A freedom fighter who will aspire higher;
oh, and youra liar.
I was originally gonna call this McDeath and quote "12th knight" or whatever... but I felt like I was Over-reaching. And being overly dramatic. But... hey...YOU KNOW ME RIGHT!? HAA HAAAA  jk
Viola btw, ("conceal me what I am," and all that...
Noemi Feb 2015
The bell rang,
Flowers bloom,
The dragon sang,
And everything is doomed.

Flowers dried out,
Heavy rain fell,
Every organism pout,
Nothing is well.

The volcano erupted,
Lava covered the plains,
The trees are busted,
All felt pain.

The sun shone,
Freezy wind blow,
The flower stands alone,
And will never glow.

Petals are blown,
Will never be mold,
The wind moans,
And the flower folds.
Tabi G Feb 2015
The tide is romanticized
And we're told that it's beautiful
But it seems like all the tide does
Is carry things away
And I'm scared it'll carry you away too
It's been a rough few weeks.
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