Free Verse
the truth that we call the key
Why I Couldn't Write A Poem For A
Jester
by red lady
She asked me to write a poem for her.
But in no way could I give her one
For my weapons would sure lack a lot:
My words couldn't paint her laugh;
My rimes won't sound like her cracks;
My verses won't equal her quips;
My language couldn't express her remarks
full of wits.
She asked me to write a poem for her.
But in no way could I pen her one.
For her to be my lines' nexus would sure be
tough:
She has smiles so bright that blind my eyes
for metaphors;
She's an echt jester who would challenge my
words;
She's the brilliant idea that my stanzas
couldn't be
And, oh God, she's a beauty that
incapacitates the poet in me.
Rising from Ashes
by Miss Dandelion
My fingers trembling,
my lips quivering
but my heart is steady
Everyone yearns to rise in resistance
everyone screams to crawl out from hell--
hell they call freedom
You don't want to die in vain
but I don't want to live in vain
vanishing without a single step
I'm always reminded that my ghost--
ghost from the crying forest
will forever haunt me in my sleep
But I will cover my eyes to cover the truth--
We must refuse these scars to define us
No, there are no scars anymore
but fresh wounds--
everything is still fresh
they feel so raw as we crawl
Are we going to let these wounds adorn us
forever?
Or wear them as armors as we dive deeper
into the war-
the war where we must find the path of
victory
Doubt is crying, calling me back
but I refuse to turn around
I refuse to look back
If I must run forever--
I will
They shout 'failure'
they laugh 'vain'
I cry ' hope'
We say 'risers'
We will look down at death
and never let it clench
our heart with fear
We were helpless
we were harmless
nobody was listening
Even when we were crying
nobody was listening
nobody was approaching
They said face your reflection
and see your desperation
But we knew we were risers
and so we turned and refused to look
Nobody could believe Haiku
as we gaze them down with eyes on fire-- The light of a candle
the same eyes they'd painted with
hopelessness by Yosa Buson
The light of a candle
All the words we'd failed to choke out
is transferred to another candle
will now tear the sky
spring twilight.
and let the rain wipe the ashes of our
weakness
"Deceit''
Although we might be fighting
by Chel Lasap Nuylan
for a blinded cause
there's no reason for us to back out now
I fished him by fool.
He loves me, I was a he.
Narrative
The triumph is mine.
On a Deadly Cliff I was Saved
Lyrical
by Ikram Berkache
CANDLE
I was once hanging on a deadly cliff By Vee Bdosa
Looking into the horizon and then looking
I will be for you.
into the deep.
All my life that is left,
The way down is all mist
I will live for you,
Ive said with fear.
and when time has run out,
While the wind was pushing the robe with a
I will die for you.
slight touch
I will speak your name
The only robe that was covering my wounds
in each candle that I light, I will breath your
and stopping the breeze.
name.
I will whisper you,
The sound came back from the deep
every prayer I ever say will be part of you.
And from the unseen bottom whispers cried
With silence, and told me to come here.
For eternity,
and forever it has been, and will always be,
Ive looked back again
and when I leave this world, it will go with
Maybe somebody is waiting for me over
me.
the cliff,
In a candle light
Maybe I dont need to stop everything here
all the world keeps on turning, making day
Though the silent of the place filed the air,
and night, and from dark to light,
Ive heard a scream from afar:
you'll be part of every prayer that ever
Take the hand of destiny and believe,
comes from me.
With true feeling scream:
I have the talent which spread
I will be for you.
The happiness and the peace
Like a cool mountain spring that overflows
for you
like a warm summer breeze
through the trees for you.
In a candle glow,
everything I've ever been or will ever be for
eternity,
you'll be part of everything I ever do.
I will be for you. I will be for you.

Sonnet

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

(Sonnet 18)
by William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of
May,
And summers lease hath all too short a
date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or natures changing course,
untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst,
Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his
shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou growst.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can
see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to
thee.