Tag Archive: Poems


~…. Chess Piece ….~

Crashing bashing

breaking free,

Take it higher

away from me,

Hold up wait a minute stop

not today,

Get out

my way,

Go on

get gone,

You see this girl

she works alone,

Off you go

go on home,

Find what makes you tick

to push you away,

Like I said before protective game

and I rule the play,

Protect this

heart,

Aint no fucker gettin in

this girl alone from the start,

Stay away i don’t do

friend,

I rely on me

right to the end,

Don’t come stepping close

won’t have it okay,

This little hurricane

whirlin on her way,

All I touch I

just destroy,

Play your game

a fuckin toy,

See ya never

on my own way,

Hand out stop your shit

no not today,

This girl shes not stopping

too much for you,

Go on get gone

game over its through,

Back off

go home,

This hearts in a cage

better off alone…x.

“Do you believe in werewolves?”

She said,

“In vampires witches

demons the dead?” ,

And I looked at her

with curious eye,

Turned my vision

to the star lit sky,

Stories and fairy tales

book upon book,

I drunk them all in

like a fish to a hook,

I nodded at her

my eyes gleaming in the night,

My pupils they danced

in the soft fires light,

She looked at me

with the lightest of sigh,

Then turned her eyes

to the forest on high,

Werewolves are not

like the stories you’ve read,

They are immortal they’re still here

when we’re dead,

They aren’t cute and fluffy

resemble neither pup mutt nor dog,

They hide in the shadows

camouflaged with the bush tree and log,

Feel you’re being watched?

well maybe you are,

A monstrous great beast

with senses so far,

And they’ll watch you

a predator and prey,

Tell me my dear

will you sleep at all this day?

Enough of my story

that’s it for tonight”,

And left with so many questions

I watched the fires light…x.

Old tree

blackened by time,

Shaped by the wind

as it passes down the line,

Gnarled branches

barren and bare,

Living and breathing

but barely there,

The rain falls

darkest storm,

Rip the sky in two

tree stands forlorn,

Lightning hits the ground

scorched earth wet,

Tree stands alone

nothing happens and yet,

Its just a tree

no beauty nor grace,

So very alone

in this desolate place,

Wind howls louder

higher higher,

Lightning tears across the sky

brilliance of white fire,

Old tree braces

against the wind stands so still,

Steadfast and alone

strength and iron will…x.

A writing exercise…

I dont know if anyone does this but I often do… set your play list to random or just listen to the radio and pick up a pen, listen to the song and let both the song and your emotions dictate the words. Always ends up a small poem because you have to finish when the song finishes.

Anyway…

Song: Need You Now By Lady Antebellum.

The song plays

and I’m breaking,

The song plays

and I’m shaking,

This depth of sorrow

consuming me,

Need you so bad

try to break free,

I need you

right here right now,

Don’t care ’bout nothing else

and I don’t care how,

I miss you I miss you

I’m caving,

Can’t stay strong giving in

I’m craving,

This damn song plays

and I’m breaking,

Thoughts consumed by you

and I’m shaking…

.x.

Love and doubt and love

My heart is in pieces

all tattered and torn,

Scars I have many

these walls they adorn,

I see you

like a shining light,

A beacon of hope

in my dark of night,

Dreams they engulf me

bring me shattering down,

Doubt like a tidal wave

making me drown,

But love pure love

so solid and true,

Brings me again

to rise before you….

.x.

See the magic….

Think of a wondrous wonderland

of colours red golden green,

So many sights to entice you

of things unspoken unseen,

Of pixies dancing

the night away,

The owls fly low

moon beams out to play,

And in the clearing

in the wood,

The wise old oak

so silent stood,

A lonesome stag

stands by his side,

A bond of trust

nature turns tide,

The oak so old

a testament to time,

His generations grow around him

wisdom passed down the line,

The stag walks to

the waters edge,

A solitary figure

upon the rocky ledge,

He takes a drink

as eyes dart around,

Ears pricked up

unfamiliar sound,

Campers laughing

thin smoke in the wood,

They’ve no idea at the magic

its misunderstood,

The campers settle down

it’s been a long day,

Night owl screeches loudly

passes on his way,

Over the trees

low over valley,

Into the town

atop post in dark alley,

The alley is lit

from street lights cast glow,

Hiding the undesired

the forgotten of life’s flow,

But within the forgotten

there’s magic to see,

And they know of natures beauty

of all it can be,

For the forgotten see

with untainted eye,

The magic of life

the rest of us pass by….

.x.

All through the day

you do burn bright,

Set yourself on fire

see the light,

Oh sail away

on seven sea,

Run from a storm

you can’t break free,

From flame filled eyes

look at the dawn,

The light chase shadows

across the morn,

And through this new day

you will burn bright,

Burning embers in your eyes

to bring comfort and warmth at night….

.x.

She wasn’t made like the rest

no she wasn’t made that way,

The blackness the battles within her

for she kept her demons at bay,

Surrounding herself in the icy cold

none she let through to her heart,

She kept it surrounded by forests

a warmth many fires it could start,

A warrior her words

were her blade,

Her shield

something she had made,

No she wasn’t like the rest

she was a black rose,

Her mind filled with promises

and prose,

No she wasn’t

like the rest,

To a Knight

she would’ve been a mere test,

But her heart

was found by a King,

No easy feat

no easy thing,

And that’s where the

story does start,

This King

he found her heart,

No she wasn’t like the rest

sharp thorns so full of prose,

She wasn’t like the rest

Those velvet depths

hidden in a plain black rose….

.x.

I long to taste

your finger tips,

The sweet sensation

of your lips,

To tightly wrap

my arms around,

The depth of your heart

the only sound,

Feeling the heat

come off your skin,

You your sweetest

sexy sin,

Outside Inside

Don’t look through my armor

you won’t like what you see,

Don’t look through my armor

at the darkness that’s me,

I’m barren and tormented

don’t open that door,

Its a hurricane a whirlwind

throws most to the floor,

Jagged pieces that cut

shattered like glass,

Move on keep on walking

this door you should pass,

For if you opened this door

you should bare,

A torrential hurricane

that seems to not care,

Battle hardened

made a warrior from life,

That has thrown up enough heartache

danced on opinions knife,

On the other side

resides a quiet glen,

One given to nature

not seen by men,

And there upon 

the softest grass,

As the sun shines down

Shadows like

stained glass,

Lies a flower

jaded but pure,

Crushed a little

but stronger than before,

Beware of this flower

as it comes with these words….

….I am but a flower, so delicate and soft, a mixture of blood and tears, transparent when held aloft, life it gives you 2 choices, you can be harsh winter or soft sun, crush this little flower closed, or allow it to gently come undone….


.x.

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