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Maiden By The Bay“Maiden By The Bay”

Every now and then across the water at night
A lady can be seen dressed in long silky white
She dances along the water as elusive as a bird
Her beauty so astounding I can not put into words
Her movements so graceful they shift the moon’s release
On the gravity of the earth; every crevice and crease
If the world were to fall apart around her piece by piece
Her dancing would never cease but only increase

And I wait for every day to end so I can say
I have seen this great maiden by the bay

The flowers enveloping her sing in harmony with the bees
The trees bend their barks and their branches tease
The ne

Role Models"Role Models"

There was once a young sibling who admired his older brother.
Though they came from different dads, they shared the same mother.
The younger brother wanted to emulate the older brother in every way
From baseball cards to video games, morning, night, and day.

This little boy followed his older brother around
To batting cages, arcades, and all over town.
He ordered the same foods and drank the same drinks.
He wore the same hats and thought the same things.

The older brother knew he had the power to influence
And in no way did he consider his brother a nuisance.
In fact, he greatly enjoyed setting the lessons
Like a preacher ed

Darkest Nights"Darkest Nights"

I'm looking out the window
Through the blinds and the shades
Waiting patiently for your return
But you won't be coming home today

Meanwhile these shadows
Continue haunting me
They've tried to snatch my soul
And bury it in the deep

Because the sun has gone down
This room has grown black
But it seems darker than normal
I want the light to come back

In fact this room is so dark
My body is starting to tremble
The shadows are reaching out
My nerves may disassemble

The absence of light
Enhances the echos of sound
I'm finding strength in silence
As I sink into the ground

So instead I close my eyes
Pretending I'm not here
Or r

Freeze Frame"Freeze Frame"

Once when I was walking I saw the most beautiful sight
A moonlit city all covered in white
The glow of orange streetlights which reflected above
Made me halt and ponder the ones that I love
Even above the city lights the stars did shine
A picture perfect moment suspended in time
I took more steps and left footprints in snow
Delicate powder controlled by wind's blow
But when I stopped I saw the funniest thing
A shadow beside me was starting to sing
The voice was raspy yet sounded so sweet
The most pleasant pitch carrying such a beat
And to my ears this sound was such a treat
That I could not resist the urge to gre

The Perfect Present"The Perfect Present"

During the winter season on a night very cold
Where the frosty breeze sends shivers down your spine
I met a little boy on the road decades ago
Who looked at the time to be about eight or nine.

I saw him aimlessly wandering from afar
Dodging cars who simply passed him by.
Judging by his ripped clothes he had many scars
And a pair of the most pained blue eyes

Now normally I would have just continued driving.
Who the hell cares about this little ploy?
Its tough enough in this world surviving
Without striving to care about some little boy.

For I asked myself if I was in his shoes
Would he bother to stop his

Lost, Little Boy“Lost, Little Boy”

There exists a dazzling forest with glistening
Water flowing down the hill with listening
Ears as if to appear sound and protected
But I know the truth of which none have detected

These waterfalls are a collection of tears
That fall from the eyes over the years
And never dry out but always throughout
Sprinkle the flowers that strengthen and sprout

But this thick air has become too vague to see
Or to breathe or drive through these wounded trees
In which the bark in the dark without a doubt
Grows in arcs and sparks curiosity without
Any idea where to fathom or begin
To search for the missing child buried with

You Can Be A Poet“You Can Be A Poet”

I guarantee everyone is a poet
But I am willing to bet not many know it
Forming a poem is a simple task
Just string words on paper that seem to mask
Your hidden feelings on a certain subject
Or how you wish this world could be perfect

Not all poems have to be deep in meaning
And indeed even the simplest poems can be quite deceiving
This poem for example exists
Without any misdirection or twists
The focus of this poem is to provide
A helpful little guide
On how to write the absolute best
And bring out the skills everyone does possess

Poems work to magnificent avail
If one decides to retell a tale
Poems allow

Serenade Her Sky"Serenade Her Sky"

Use me if you need to vent
Use me to your heart's content
I'm here for you; I'm prepared
I'll always listen; don't be scared

Use me as your punching bag
Tell me when you're feeling mad
I do not bruise; I have the might
If it means you'll be all right

Use me when you're black and blue
I'll restore your heart anew
Let me know when you are grey
Things won't always stay the same

Thanks for giving me the chance
To walk together hand-in-hand
I promise to help you through
What it is that's killing you

Tell me if I'm acting wrong
Tell me if I don't belong
I can handle what you say
I've matured in many ways

You're the stars an

Avoid Drama"Avoid Drama"

How dare you spread such rumors
How dare you say such lies
How can I be pregnant?
I'm not a girl; I'm a guy!

Why would you think that?
Why would you fib
About people you don't know
Or things you never did?

He broke up with her
She cheated on him
Please don't get me involved
I don't know where to begin

So what if you never
Got asked out to the prom?
It only lasts one night
Then life will carry on

Every week there's someone
Fighting with a friend
Who hates who this week?
Please let this drama end

Because I'll never understand
Why people have to judge
Adding insult to injury
To hearts that never budge

What

Butterfly On A Fence"Butterfly On A Fence"

There once was a crimson butterfly that landed on my fence
Why my fence of all fences to me made no sense
I had built this fence with such sharp edges nothing could land
But never the less here rests a crimson butterfly unplanned

This creature was beautiful and elusive; what a bright hue
The way it spread it's wings when the wind calmly blew
What an elegant display of perfection; truly a prize
One that would light up a room full of eyes

I wanted to catch this crimson butterfly and keep it in a jar
So it could shine in my house nightly like the stars
And I'd treat it with kindness, love, and affection
The k

Big, Ol' Furball"Big, Ol' Furball"

There he was sitting in the back of the cage
All by himself like a freak on a stage
Ridiculed, mocked, scorned, and rejected
Hopelessly old and probably infected

The kennel felt cold as he rested his paws
On the metal's surface; with his chew toy he gnawed
And observed on; listening to doctors in white
Prescribe his only medicine he would need tonight

He knew his time would soon be up
With his left paw he covered his eyes shut
He couldn't bear to watch his friends be picked
By little kids and parents with a list oh so strict

"No old dogs or ones with brown fur."
"No dogs with short tails," one kid concurred

To Be Alive"To Be Alive"

To be forgotten; to be left alone
To have seen so many people come and go
To be unable to recognize his own home
To want to wander when there is nowhere to roam

To cherish every memory that he can
To have lost the race before it began
To have such a longing for the past
To wish that certain moments would always last

To never know what it feels like to be alive
To always leaving as soon as he arrives
To watch the streets change before his eyes
To never have gotten used to saying goodbye

To appreciate every puff of a cigar
To take in the beauty of waves crashing and strums of a guitar
To be quiet; to be humbled

Blossom"Blossom"

Beyond the cherry oaks and evergreen backwoods
Past the landscapes of emerald trees and creeks of water
On top of a hill surrounded by mud and soil
Lies an innocent flower as delicate and quiet as the wind

I planted this flower from the seedlings in my garden
Carefully cultivating this flower to reflect the beauty of nature
But I soon knew my flower outgrew its surroundings
This particular flower needed ample room to grow

At first the roots resisted, I had to tug to set them free
Scared of the storms and fires that could potentially be
The unknown wilderness is a scary place I must admit
Regardless my garden was not a comfortable

Reason To Believe"Reason To Believe"

I long for hope that burns inside of me
Because there are so many things that I've never seen
So many places that I've never been
So much beauty that has yet to begin

This hope I long for that burns inside of me
Is the means and reason for me to believe
In all the things I've known and everything I have
For things can never really be that bad.

This hope I have is what pushes me forward
Slightly northward and around the corner
Its what gets me by each and every day
Because you never know what tomorrow may convey

You never really know what the future holds
Some days are bronze while others are gold
You never r

Dare To Dream"Dare To Dream"

Dare to dream of ships and kings
Of rings of gold and pleasant things
Of skies of blue for miles long
Of finding new ways to be strong

Dare to dream of fighting sharks
On a new life which you embark
By boat or plane or haunted train
Hurry now; it leaves today

Dare to dream of huge success
Of values and money to invest
And if to you now I may confess
I have dreamed of you to ease my stress

Dare to dream of happy times
Of worlds existing without crime
Of fountains of candy spewing drops
Of exotic tastes; it never stops

Dare to dream of great adventure
That you one day will find your treasure
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Heaven's Breach"Heaven's Breach"

And so I stay to pray to undo my days

But I awake never the less to my dismay

To find the ceiling above all scorned and torn

Like my reality I feel since I was born

Lifeless inside and to spite my woes

Nowhere to hide from problems afloat

Like a drowning boat slowly steadily sinking

Unpatchable holes have clouded my thinking

And that white light at the end of my tunnel

Has been funneled by prisms as I waddle and muddle

Searching for my reasons as to why to try

Searching for a utopian place to wither and die

I do not need love; I do not need grace

I do not need a new name or face

A change of pace and a break fr

The Elderly Couple"The Elderly Couple"

There's a house that creaks and wreaks all the way through

Its pale infrastructure and loosening screws

Inhabited by a couple who's lives are so mundane

It drove them to bizarre acts of the legally insane

This house rests on Ashford Avenue's block

Sitting by a grassy field encompassed by lots

With neighboring houses on both sides of the glass

Residents can see the nightly chaos and its mass

The lady of the house would often knit quilts

Watching daytime television and giving such guilt

Towards her husband for all the liquor he spilt

On the foundation of love they once had built

They used to travel the town and

Nightlife"Nightlife"

The butterfly lost its wings but decided anyway to stay

Though the ants devoured this helpless creature who couldn't fly away

And I watched it all happen in such disgust and fright

A symbolic metaphor for the events that occur at night

I heard two cars crash a couple of blocks down the road

Glass was smashed that remained from a long time ago

Swearing was exchanged and deranged remarks were made

Stark looks were traded and changed into hate

I believe those two knew each other from a past recollection

But tides often turn when one crosses another's direction

How quickly friendships are destroyed over banter an

Nebraska"Nebraska"

Out in a quiet, isolated, run-down town

Where nouns can not name the colors so brown

Where the sun awakens those with the shine of its crown

Today I report a tale to make any man frown

The irritated skies must have felt the frustration

Like the clouds who look down and enforce devastation

Because the oak tree by the wooden barn has been struck

By lighting as it seems to have more than worse luck

Than all of the creatures out in the lands

Who are doing all to the best that they can

And on the branches those little bluebirds

Escaped the fall out by the wrestling herds

Who also ran to flee from disaster

As they saw the t

Angels"Angels"

There our angels sleeping in our beds

But I can not even hear or feel them

And there's dead lead swimming in my head

Steering into nodes by the tips of their stems

And their wings are tired and they're torn

Like the scorned dread in my eyeball's veins

Worn down by the weather's wicked storms

Followed along with a little more added rain

Lost and restless looking for their tombs

Here they are now rising from their graves

Haunting us with vile when they loom with doom

They only materialize in front of the brave

Looking for the wind in their sail to carry them high

Where only they know where to go on their travels

And thei

Essence Of Youth"Essence Of Youth"

Let us not pretend that this night

Must end so soon but to spite

Our dances and this moment and the moon

The sun prances so content as it looms

Let us partake in this wine that we shared

And mistake not the fine times that we cared

For the adolescence of minds as teens in a car

Is the essence of youth that binds adults with scars

So go on right ahead and smoke and drink

Before you lungs and liver choke and sink

They'll probably fail anyway as you continue to age

A body isn't immune to anything even glued in a cage

Break those hearts and kick start the cycle

A new love interest will take part twice per mile

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Crossed The Line

by =BleedTheDream180, Jan 22, 2013, 2:03:44 PM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

"Crossed The Line"

She told him "no" many instances before
At first he listened, but not this time
Her words were sounds that he ignored
Because finally, he crossed the line

At first it seemed like every date
He was sweet and kind, holding doors
But even still at any rate
She found herself screaming on the bedroom floor

Because he heard, but didn't listen
Only hearing what he wanted to hear
And by pure hormones he was driven
While her pleas fell on deaf's ears

At first it started out innocent
Holding hands, kissing, locking lips
But soon it was no longer ambivalent
Once his hands swayed around her hips

He tried crawling them up her shirt
And that's when she opened her eyes
She hit him where it really hurt
She thought he was different from other guys

She thought he was one she could trust
When she told him she wanted to wait
She was never into games of lust
She was actually looking for a soulmate

She thought that maybe for one case
Someone wasn't after her for sex
That he had looked past her pretty face
And realized she was more than an object

And that's the problem always presented
As if it's a curse to have good looks
In the end she's always resented
People misread her like a confusing book.

But she is one to be respected
Educated, hard-working, and kind
She wants her life to be connected
To one who has her best interest in mind

So she threw him onto the street
Quite content with who she was
For that moment she felt complete
I offer to her my sincerest applause

Still she couldn't help but question
Will someone respect her next time
And give her the kind of attention
One gives without crossing the line?

Crossed The Lineby =BleedTheDream180

Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Another poem I wrote. I guess I should leave a disclaimer on this one. Not all guys and girls are like this. I'm not generalizing, nor is this about anyone in particular. Its just a poem.

Critique by ~Blaiseblue Jan 22, 2013, 3:59:49 PM

It's beautifully written. I feel this touched me in a way few others realize. Because many women do feel like this. We want to be accepted by the community. yet we want to be respected. and many who see a pretty face think we do it for attention. which is why we have so many of us not caring about the community any more. because we lack respect. being a woman of a lesbian life style by choice is all about this. is that few people actually have given me the respect i deserve and know i should get for being a human. not for my face or my camouflageing large cloths. but for simply being able to love and express love. can we not all get respect. a firm line of not expecting a woman to sleep with a man just because she likes to talk to a man. this is one of societies biggest flaws today. i think this poem is both insightful as well as political to today's day and time. good job.

i would love to shake your hand if we ever were to meet so i'll offer it now *extends hand*. you did a good job.

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Critique by !AbbyLD Jan 22, 2013, 2:12:25 PM

This is amazingly well written. I'm not usually into poetry about relationships and romance but this poem had me gripped as its based on a dark side of a relationship. Unfortunately, I kind of connect with this poem which made it quite real for me and that's what I liked and kept me reading til the end. The rhyming in the poem just flows really beautifully and kept me reading. I love this poem a lot and would love to add it to my Literature group as its quite a serious piece and not a laughing matter. I hope you make more poems

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~lucyjewel Feb 2, 2013 Hobbyist Digital Artist

wow! *applauding* BRAVO! BRAVO!

~Always-A-Day-Dreamer Jan 25, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

This is quite inspiring!
I just love all your poetry, they all have some very important meanings, none of them fall flat.

~TiaPrincessNews Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Hmm, well this sounds familiar

=BleedTheDream180 Jan 25, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

how so?

~TiaPrincessNews Jan 25, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

There's just far too many jerks being kicked out of my life right now

*Hillbillygirl Jan 24, 2013

This is an amazing piece!
It is well written and many can relate to it!
Life would be so much better if people look to the inside instead of the outside.
Seems like you have it nailed on both counts!
Cannot wait to read more of your poetry and am adding you to my watchlist!!!!

~phantomfilly Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

thats what im fighting with now...im after meaning and i want respect..but im afraid he'll get bored and leave....

~Sayali2000 Jan 24, 2013

frankly.... u have completely written abt what iv been through... Vry nice one.. Loved it !!!

~maqliqh Jan 24, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Two things - when girls say that they've 'told' someone the relationship should be based on 'that meaningful stuff, i dunno what you call it, it doesn't actually mean that they've said "I think this relationship should be...." it means that's really what the other person should have known - which is fair enough. Male perspective on this is that 'there's normally a quite constant stream of info' to process', like a lot of stuff can get just filed under hormones, for example. I'm just saying, also, incidentally, there is this thing, to get her to actually change her mind because the kiss is just that, shall we say, well-practiced. The other part...is that it really is difficult to imagine a 'date' as being any more important, or exciting, as doing one's hobby - just to put that in context, hobbies are very personal things, quite often you wouldn't necessarily share them with your friends, and of course, they're those things you like to do. So, yeah, going out and having a good time, is kind of like a hobby, but if you're with a girl, it's just that much more personal - which in this case, makes it probably more like a religion. There's nothing wrong with that, a lot of beliefs reflect 'some of those female-issues', though generally it's Fertility that's worshipped rather than like Psyche. - I don't feel so bad for the girl, being good-looking and having to go through what's on offer- does it not seem, y'know, like her 'test' for compatibility is pretty closely related to how long it takes to find the bedroom floor? Which is French. If you're a guy and you want to be caring and thoughtful, that sort of scenario could be a lot more difficult to execute - literally, you have to fall in love with 'some little thing about her' and then talk up a storm, saying the words out loud, works wonders.
The littlest thing, the sound of her heart-beat

~Marauderslover97 Jan 23, 2013 Student Writer

this is so good, i love how she stands up for herself. this is inspiring.

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