Amelia 6h
crimson red
burning like a fire
scorching my wings
incinerating my feathers

i am trapped
my talons entangling around a metal bar
i descend slowly into the pits
of the red fire

this phoenix is broken
this phoenix cannot rise.
When the sunlight dies
and it’s time for the moon to rise,
a Pegasus, trots over the grey skies
witnessing your enchanting tired eyes
he knows,
he knows your wings are weak
and your dreams are too big,
making his eyes go bleak
he sees you every day, every night
under the stalwart sun or the pale moonlight
sees your knees weak, palms sweaty
eyes watery and you’re still not ready

Your heart is in the ground, frozen over
and your dreams in the sky, far from supernova
You, beautiful, are the heaven divine
and all your imperfections make you perfectly fine
we all have our little whimsical flaws
you’re a work of art
not everyone will understand you
but the ones who do
won’t ever forget you

you fret, a lot
but it isn’t even an ocean yet
it’s just a pool
of vulnerabilities and insecurities
of troubles very cruel
that you’re in the middle of
what do you choose to see?
the empty black void of disappointments
or the rays of sun sparkling on the water surface
but redeemer oh redeemer
we all are like a snowflake
all different, in our own beautiful way.

And here is this Pegasus
who sees it all, and knows
you are more worth than
maybes and second thoughts
a Pegasus who finds his own chaos unruly
yet, sees your chaos as perfection
so,
would you get on his back
and ride to the moon and back?
would you give him the chance
to fix your broken wings and make them dance?

He might be the one
who falls like a desert rain and fill your lungs
kiss away your pain and speak in tongues
read the signs of your face
like a book written in the summer noon under tree’s shade
your fever dream, that’ll help you soar
to such great heights, you’d adore
your neon night, that makes you feel young
as if tomorrow will never come
walk with you along sidewalks of the dark azure sky
let your universe of wack
merge with his own
and scale the distance between stars

So after years and years, you’ll see that
the storms we chased are behind us
and love is all we’ll ever trust
just wish not to waste what’s left
and when your legacy will be sung
they all will know that
she was like the earth
potent and powerful
mysterious but beautiful
but who never left her side
was the one and only, Pegasus of the moon
You'll never walk alone. Look out for your pegasus and adore it to the fullest for he'll always extract the best out of you.
This is my first poem. Hope you'll like it, and do analyse crtically. Thanks!
Pyrrha 1d
You were born with wings
Not to live life in a cage
But to fly, to soar
Haiku's are so easy, I've been experimenting
Falling out of flight,
Falling into night;
These wings were never meant to save me…
They’re just a faulty accessory.
It’s surreal,
How much the stars remind me
Of your skin.
Pale and porcelain.
Out of your lips, called ****.
Seen by my eyes, beauty.
You shine against black canvas.
But the stars, they’re burning…
And yet,
You’ve always stayed so frore…
So completely alone.
You are such a magnificent specimen.
It’s viceral- I want you.
I want your ****** opinions,
That nonchalant, aloof and lackadaisical attitude you host,
Your soft, sweet lips,
Fleshed out into reality,
And pressed against mine.
But it’s too dangerous.
A love like this is far too dangerous.
And your eyes have yet to meet mine.
I’ve yet to exist.
I’m not here.
I've stopped apologising for the fire my dragons breathe.

If you get burned, you should've heeded my warnings.
Amanda 6d
Come carry me on velvet wings
High above a crown of ancient trees
Want to reach a place where the angel sings
In a voice so sweet and pure, it brings me to my knees
Come sit me down on a feather cloud
As white tail doves and nightingales dance
To a musical harmony of golden trumpets, loud
See how I sway and twirl in a joyful trance
Come see how high I will fly
Stars twinkle in a celestial welcome
And I can feel the whole of the galaxy glorify
In this cosmos, what an amazing, heavenly kingdom
IncholPoem Jan 10
Sleep  on  sleepless
mountains.


Then  tongues  should  not
   be   white.


Sleep  on the
bay  of  salt  lake.

Fisherman's   net  and big  fishes
   should not  distrube  you.

Sleep  again
on  the  opposite  side
of  a  great  mountain.

A  super  hero  will
come  having  two wings.


The  wings  should  have
   hopes and new  technology
also which
will  ****  a  big
anaconda.
But then
when things seem
to get so good,
I just want to forget
all of those painful
things that you said.
But then
when things get rough
and tough
and I don't feel any love,
I remember all
of those painful memories
that filled my life with
fear and worries.
I remember
those words
that stained my life;
those words
that stabbed me
like a knife.
I remember
all of those painful things
and what you did
to cut off my wings.
Astral Jan 4
My wings are gone.
Gone from my body,
Gone from me,
My wings are gone.
Like Icarus hath learned,
My wings are gone.

And I can't fall very much longer.
A quick thought I had during school that I decided to write down.
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