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hlynnn Nov 2017
like the water
of a deep stream,
love is always too much.
we did not make it.
though we drink till we burst,
we cannot have it all,
or want it all,
in its abundance,
it survives our thirst.

in the evening we come down to the shore to drink our fill,
and sleep,
while it flows
throught the regions of the dark
it does not hold us
except we keep returning to its rich waters thirsty,

we enter,
willing to die,
into the commonwealth of its joy.
Cecil Miller Nov 2017
Son, oh my son, tell me no lie.
Where did you spend last night?

In the pines, In the pines
Where the sun never shines.
I shivered the whole night through.

You've been away long; I'd given up hope.

I slept where the cold wind blows;
In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines.
I shivered the whole night through.

Do you remember the traveling man?
Just about a mile from here
His head was in the driving wheel,
His body ain't never been found.

Blood of my blood, fruit of my tree,
Tell me where do you go?

In the pines, in the pines
Where the sun never shines.
I'll shiver the whole night through.

In the chill of the night, nobody's around.
Of that there's much to be said.
The stars don't judge; The moon doesn't hang.
The clouds have no price on my head.
The original writers are lost to history.
I wrote all the verses that reference the parent/son exchange.
I will claim copywrite on my additions, written this morning and posted here immdiately nov 2, 2017 3:30 a.m.
Skald Skaldun May 2017
White birch sprawled with scars and cracks
roots barely piercing through the ground frozen rock solid
drifts of white powdery snow laying meters thick in stacks
naked twisted branches standing quite squalid

dead to the surface but holding so much potential
come warmth and the sun everything quickly changes
it looks barren but like all things it is sequential
dead frozen husks always has many unread pages

attention rarely payed to that which seems lifeless
fruits not plucked when they're deemed not mature or spoiled
no one spends time waiting for the shade when it's leafless
care shan't be given when it's crooked and coiled

flocking comes birds and those who fruits want to pluck
when rays causes everything to come oh so quickly to life
fall and winter come no one stays to test their luck
who wants to stay when there are times of strife

but perhaps it is suppose to be a cruel theatre
no one wants to stand on the stage of life when there are no light on up there
When melancholy of a ****** winter hits you, the only way to describe it is a poem.
Grez Mar 2017
I was told poems mustn't rhyme
Those that do show infantile minds
A child can rhyme two with glue
Or find a metaphor for the sky being blue

Rhymes are easy
Essence is hard
I use conventional flow
As my not-so-trump trump card

Stop. Branch out.
Find the words to reach deep down.
The soul wrencher's
The tear jerkers
The love felt on a whim
From first sight
Unable to project true depth
Just imagery
The easy kind
.
.
.

Stick to the rhymes for now
Best to do what you know how
Appreciate feedback <3
Skald Skaldun Nov 2016
The flames throws sparks
it causes the flakes to go up in steam
the air over it slowly arcs
shedding a bright beam

The air crystallize my breath
it's almost so I can see them sparkle
my gaze trails to the ancestors dance of death
the green shimmering light so patriarchal

I sometime wonder how much further it will be
how long I will wander in this land
if my destiny continue to flee
but in the end who's life isn't bland

But at least I know out here I'm free
that there is nothing that can hinder me
like it's a summers day and I'm a buzzing bee
no one to command me or to me plea
What should I do,
Today's sunny too,
Dear living clue,
Lend me a shoe,
Maybe undo,
The evil brew,
Riding to you,
On your canoe,
So give me two,
Ideas to,
Relate a new,
Concepting stew,
To change the hue,
Of color blue,
So time would *****,
This bolt into,
A place once true,
To brains of poo.
Four syllable fun!
Skald Skaldun Jun 2016
​It's quite funny because time so fast have elapsed,
yet you seemed to crawl under my skin and to my spine attach,

it's like watching a fixed dog fight so it costs a life,
but now I'm to old to cut the pain away with a knife,

I just want to end up on some warm tropical beach,
where I don't have to handle this beef,

wedged under my ribs something is frozen,
because I really thought you were the chosen.
Skald Skaldun Jun 2016
I'm waiting by my log fire while the hours fly by,

while the stars during countless nights fly in a spry,

I'm waiting for a woman from routes afar -

the one putting my doubts and fears on par.


I imagined a wandering snowy flower

and dreamed of a tremulous, mocking laughter,

I hoped I would see my beloved come this hour,

through woods, across moors a snowy night so sought after.


Happily, I wanted my dream to hands bear

through the brush over there where my cabin stands mere;

and raising a joyful shout to the lady:

Welcome you, without you, everything has been so hazy!


I'm waiting by my kiln hours while suffering

while the woods singing and the skies go.

I'm waiting for a wanderer from routes far to show -

my beloved, the love who about I am stuttering.
Skald Skaldun May 2016
It's funny how I've always written about hardships and love,
yet only one really fit me like a glove,

Both always take more from me than I take and always end up with hurt,
yet I always throw myself into both like a spurt,

I don't know what wicked god always seem to bless and ****,
perhaps it's my destiny just to go out in a bam,

For once control over my destiny I want to assert,
my trigger finger is always alert,
I am not suicidal, I wrote this when I was in a bad place a couple of years ago. So, don't take this piece of something it's not.
Skald Skaldun May 2016
​I have this watch that every hour produces a beep,
making me count every hour I'm losing sleep,

Because no matter how hard no rest i can reap,
not knowing how you are or hearing from you make my skin creep,

No matter what because you've manage to every pore seep,
utterly from under me my very being you sweep,

And I know my words by now seem very cheap,
but they along my being are yours to keep.
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