Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
"inder" poems
Ladies, in thier ballgowns wade, thier masks they have made, so they wade across the ballroom floor, for the sign on the, Big. Brass. Door, a masquerade, it reads, A Masquerade. The men, ready in blazers and tuxes, wearing thier masks, awaiting thier midnight mistress, thier...sexy seductress. Then, the man in black and white, guides his mistress inder the moonlight, for a dance, perhaps a kiss, at the stroke of midnight. At midnight, the clock sounds, and all you see is the spinning of gown after gown. Ding. **** Ding. **** the sound becomes a beat, ready and awaiting the eager dancers feet. Ding. **** Ding. **** the couples dance, but not for long, for this... this is the, Last. Song. Ding. **** Ding. **** At the end of this song, the men and women, reveal themselves, and at long last, they shed thier masks. Then the man in black and white, grasps his ladies hand, and holds it tight, then he gets down, on his knee, and her gasp... brings an end to this story.
0
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
Masquerade
R adiantly   A bove I n          N othing B ut      O ther         W orlds.             S queezed           O range     F ills A         N iche.                O bsequios                T houghts            H inder                        E xtraordinary            R ealms.            C aught      O n            L imits    O f           R eality.
0
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC
Rainbows of Another Color
Maybe i am the tainted dust that settles beneath that infinite evening sky, and Perhaps i am the winter ground that lay hard Between the living and the dead Could i be the orange sands that stretch outwards into a vast sea of fire Is it possible these arms, hands and legs are all fabrics of immagination If i, Myself am this mighty tree reaching outside itself, high above those lofty branches Am i then in need? I can not live forever, and i am surely no God or prophet The barelys gold fingertips brush inder mine I am transformed, Transfigured, movement occurs in realms i am not to concieve Simple nature leads me from my flesh, it Carries me adrift in its vaporous arms I am unobserved above my form If nature were to set its motions suddenly against me dropping me back into a skin prison if i were to offend with empty phrases and a crazed loose sword lunging forth between teeth Would she ever take me back under her intangible wing? Time beyond us and time before us As though we were ghosts, beginning at an end And ending at a beginning, we posses elusive forms Where within oneself life i hidden, waiting To burst forth into some bright and glorious day It is of too little significance to a world A world such as this, that i should die And soon become less, and soon become more Dream more? what substance lay between bone walls? Live less? Being, Thinking and doing is all you really have Chose life, life for a penny, for a song, life outside hands Just out of reach Simply musing time spent, time worth losing These are lifes finalized ending distractions Uncountable introspective golden reflections And so if my soul be carted away tonight I end with love, with life and joy So much as to being with an end.
0
Jan 10, 2010
Jan 10, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC
Simply Musing
Maybe i am the tainted dust that settles beneath that infinite evening sky, and Perhaps i am the winter ground that lay hard Between the living and the dead Could i be the orange sands that stretch outwards into a vast sea of fire Is it possible these arms, hands and legs are all fabrics of immagination If i, Myself am this mighty tree reaching outside itself, high above those lofty branches Am i then in need? I can not live forever, and i am surely no God or prophet The barelys gold fingertips brush inder mine I am transformed, Transfigured, movement occurs in realms i am not to concieve Simple nature leads me from my flesh, it Carries me adrift in its vaporous arms I am unobserved above my form If nature were to set its motions suddenly against me dropping me back into a skin prison if i were to offend with empty phrases and a crazed loose sword lunging forth between teeth Would she ever take me back under her intangible wing? Time beyond us and time before us As though we were ghosts, beginning at an end And ending at a beginning, we posses elusive forms Where within oneself life i hidden, waiting To burst forth into some bright and glorious day It is of too little significance to a world A world such as this, that i should die And soon become less, and soon become more Dream more? what substance lay between bone walls? Live less? Being, Thinking and doing is all you really have Chose life, life for a penny, for a song, life outside hands Just out of reach Simply musing time spent, time worth losing These are lifes finalized ending distractions Uncountable introspective golden reflections And so if my soul be carted away tonight I end with love, with life and joy So much as to being with an end.
Continue reading...
43
In every RACE-           -Learn to EMBRACE! Seek VALOR-           - From every FAILURE!! Make KINDNESS your CHEMISTRY- -You will create HISTORY!!! Strengthen your WILL- -Every step you take will be UP THE HILL!!!! @inder-
0
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
Up The Hill!
A Breath Away... You may rise - Beyond the skies Gather wealth - Muster stealth Walk towards perfection- Run away from rejection Share a smile- Look inwards for awhile Burn with hate- For someone’s status, color, race or body shape Enjoy your sleep- Hike up a mountain peak Shower love- Be thankful for the supreme power above Drown in heart ache- Swim ashore as you have faith Wander in a forest of jealousy- Establish a legacy Whatever you choose... Whichever side you sway ... Just remember - THE END-could be just A BREATH AWAY.... @inder
0
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC
A Breath Away...