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"mutch" poems
Freedom encapsulated, Frustrated, Wanting to expand in every direction And let each particle take off Flying free; Escaping the meaning of me. And they say we're free So anxious for the future Yet I procrastinate against it Working backwards into walls; And here I am waiting for the paper to respond, The ink to form words from the pores of the page Swallowing me Enchanting me Switching me like a blade Cutting down and slicing open In every direction To free them freedom Melissa Mutch 2006
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
Freedom Encapsulated (2006)
A hard north-easter fifty winters long Has bronzed and shrivelled sere her face and neck; Her locks are wild and grey, her teeth a wreck; Her foot is vast, her bowed leg spare and strong. A wide blue cloak, a squat and sturdy throng Of curt blue coats, a mutch without a speck, A white vest broidered black, her person deck, Nor seems their picked, stern, old-world quaintness wrong. Her great creel forehead-slung, she wanders nigh, Easing the heavy strap with gnarled, brown fingers, The spirit of traffic watchful in her eye, Ever and anon imploring you to buy, As looking down the street she onward lingers, Reproachful, with a strange and doleful cry.
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In Fisherrow
The walls are soft, smooth Almost porcelain, almost perfect Until my hand runs over an imperfection A flaw then another, and another. A ceramic cave encloses me on all sides, Making the space cramped And a deep midnight shade of blue. So in twilight I am entwined And instead of hearing the ocean, I feel its reverberation echo in waves And it’s not liberation I feel It’s devotion Or just raw emotion It’s difficult to divide the difference… Blurring oneiric spaces I’m not drawing any more, just erasing Stuck inside this metaphorical shell It gets tighter as you go further, Deeper as it winds and coils Almost like a trachea to the heart. You can’t survive here. Now the pulses begin to deafen, The sand itches the skin And not only exfoliates but sheds its tough outer layer I think they call it pride It’s something everybody hides. Upon a red flaming dragon she rides Trying to tame it, control it, And harness its beauty and strength. At first she is cautious and gentle, and the creature bows with respect For granted she abused the tender beast, Wasted, jaded and scarred Now it bucks and resists at every command Waiting for a chance to escape, to be free. And the ink dries up in the pen before it gets a chance to bleed on a blank page And leave its imprint in time The focus is shattered now, paintbrush bristles hard and brittle Crumbling to ashes as soon as they kiss the paint The Moist dye ingests the ash which mixes with the poet’s tears To become a sticky and vengeful monster That haunts me in my dreams. In vivid strands, like a dewy spider web Dreams entangle my mind And the full moon causes the tide to ebb. Time is an orange, peel back the rind. And memories float on the surface of the mist In the calm before the storm And explode in bursts of thunder and jagged light. You shield your eyes and you raise your fist Hoping that the beast within will soon resist And with inspiration be reborn And blast in undulations of a second sight And together look to the sky, run, and take flight. Melissa Mutch 2006
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 9:30 AM UTC
From a Dragon To A Shell (2006)
The walls are soft, smooth Almost porcelain, almost perfect Until my hand runs over an imperfection A flaw then another, and another. A ceramic cave encloses me on all sides, Making the space cramped And a deep midnight shade of blue. So in twilight I am entwined And instead of hearing the ocean, I feel its reverberation echo in waves And it’s not liberation I feel It’s devotion Or just raw emotion It’s difficult to divide the difference… Blurring oneiric spaces I’m not drawing any more, just erasing Stuck inside this metaphorical shell It gets tighter as you go further, Deeper as it winds and coils Almost like a trachea to the heart. You can’t survive here. Now the pulses begin to deafen, The sand itches the skin And not only exfoliates but sheds its tough outer layer I think they call it pride It’s something everybody hides. Upon a red flaming dragon she rides Trying to tame it, control it, And harness its beauty and strength. At first she is cautious and gentle, and the creature bows with respect For granted she abused the tender beast, Wasted, jaded and scarred Now it bucks and resists at every command Waiting for a chance to escape, to be free. And the ink dries up in the pen before it gets a chance to bleed on a blank page And leave its imprint in time The focus is shattered now, paintbrush bristles hard and brittle Crumbling to ashes as soon as they kiss the paint The Moist dye ingests the ash which mixes with the poet’s tears To become a sticky and vengeful monster That haunts me in my dreams. In vivid strands, like a dewy spider web Dreams entangle my mind And the full moon causes the tide to ebb. Time is an orange, peel back the rind. And memories float on the surface of the mist In the calm before the storm And explode in bursts of thunder and jagged light. You shield your eyes and you raise your fist Hoping that the beast within will soon resist And with inspiration be reborn And blast in undulations of a second sight And together look to the sky, run, and take flight. Melissa Mutch 2006
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I know the game with out my name, ****** get the fame boii thiss ***** lame., in this world whats left to blame. all this fake! built up feals great?. your at steak cause you're too late... You took my plate with my meat heart and you ate it.... like dude, you ate it. it's behind me it's in side you. it's my making . you your FAKING. yes. Yes.. YES!. you tookit . _ . bless bless bless. YOU BOOKIT ***** fit yuu tookit >_<. When i was loe, .... mind to flow, you mutch too blow cuz .. YOU waz-a *** haha :) and. when i was High back in my fligh there was no sorrow for yOOO to barrow.. whatever tho I got doe , 1 more thing, YOU. Need. To. Know. steal my thaught and you'll get shot, i am me and can't be baught :) . . says the white girl that wants to be a rapper ha. ha...
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Feb 12, 2013
Feb 12, 2013 at 6:27 PM UTC
Know my name and learn the fame
A whisper A spark A crackle in the dark A fragment of electricity warming up the wire. The essence full implodes Then reloads And clicks the next bullet in place Now falling. Screaming. Failing, to fill the void left by your space. Suicidal lust figured in the expression on your face Just a coward hiding from destiny Fear yourself And that is something that can be tamed with thought The mind is our universe, not a wild animal, and yet the theory is paradox Explore it, search out its mystery, it’s patterns Control it and with a thought move Saturn Out of orbit, out of space, out of mind, just blink and erase. But the looming threat of neon lights is invading our minds The mechanical encrusted upon the living Used and worn definitions With no room for originality or inspiration Or in the poet’s case no water or air And we speed through life, with no acknowledgement of either Pretending it’s a hyperbole, simile or metaphor While Artists drowning in paint, poisoned poets drop to the floor Spinning in cycles like seasons seems pointless Frustrated with feeling, life is a mess Slow down and recover Pull over and wind down the window Breathe And the wind blows softly in your ear All the things you needed to hear Were found within A whisper Melissa Mutch 2006
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Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 9:34 AM UTC
A Whisper (2006)
But how can we allow the ones we love and love us, to cause us so Mutch pain and suffering for so long.... I fully understand the concept of truly loving someone to the point you would be willing to try anything to make it work..however if you acctually loved another would you not want to coexist in happiness and harmony as opposed to; deceit, neglect and underappreciation.... take someone in an abusive relationship persay why do they continue to go back, why dose the abuser continue to abuse... or the freind who's all for constructive criticism, but leaves out the constructive part... So what is this "love" that allows us to walk into situations blindfolded.... And allows us, to allow the same people to continue to cause us harm...
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Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:40 PM UTC
What is love...