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Pink RibbonPink ribbon of support and care
Constant reminders always there
Purple hair bow clipped on
The memories will always dawn
Make up streaked along the face
Where confused tears had chosen to place
Memories perch inside the heart
Always reluctant with them to part
Sadness always replaces emotion
Giving way to new devotion
Friends and family lend their ears
Letting you spill all your fears
Tears are given comfort and welcome
After days you seem numb
But the signs keep returning
And the tears they are yearning
Though your emotions make your head spin
Through the end, the future will begin.
On Hallow's EveCome follow us into the corn maze
Through bristly leaves of corn we'll gaze
As night goes on the dead will raise
And turn the silence into craze
All On Hallow's Eve
The full moon looms high in the sky
And parting clouds begin to pass by
The darkest night will cloud your eye
All On Hallow's Eve
Screams begin to stir the rats
The sky soon fills with screeching bats
And you will spot the smooth black cats
All On Hallow's Eve
The disastrous night you will spend
Searching for your friend
Too early for the end
All On Hallow's Eve
The chaos has grown silent
The dead have come and went
A spooky night well spent
The End. Of Hallow's Eve...
Cry Me RealLet me cry. I'll cry me real.
My emotions. This is how I feel.
Don't tell me again. I know.
But even if you are right. The hurt, it will always show.
Don't listen to them. That is what they all say.
But I am not going to try. That game, I will not play.
This is who I am. That I am of sure.
These tears let go my innocence, a sign of being pure.
Don't tell me they don't mean it. For that just is not true.
You probably would cry as well, if they said it to you.
I don't just want to shrug it off. That just would not be right.
I will not stand up to them, but I will not go without a fight.
My tears, they bring me comfort, in a way no words can do.
So please don't try to stop me. It is something unchangeable by you.
Me.I am insecure.
My hair isn't completely straight.
My eyes are not normal.
I don't smile a lot.
My makeup isn't perfect, nor is my skin.
I have big feet and I tower over many friends.
I cry a lot and let my emotions get the best of me.
I hurt easily.
I have braces.
My teeth do not touch in the front.
I am quiet.
I don't talk in class.
I can't stand up for myself.
My chest is small.
But I am a person and I DO have feelings. If you belittle and disrespect me....You are less of a person. Because I am ME, so like it or not, that is the way it is.
InsanityThe whispering is back. Soft, loud, inaudible. Whispering. I look around and no one is there. The whispering goes on. Secrets, warnings, reminders. I try to pay attention, but the voice just becomes incomprehensible. Who are you!? No one answers. Speaking to myself. Wondering aloud. What are you saying? What do you want? The voice continues. Close in my ear now. I look around. Still no one. Why are you talking? Where are you!? Nothing. Just me. No one else. Loss of my sanity. The whispering goes on.
Promise?You would tell me if you were hurting, right?
You would warn me if you were scared, right?
You would promise me that you would come to school the next day, no matter what they tell you, right?
Promise me you won't ever do something bad to yourself.
Promise me that you won't let the stories that HE tells you make you want to give up.
Don't cry over the setting sun. Don't fall asleep with tears on your cheeks. Don't create thoughts of sadness, or death and violence. Don't make friends with strangers from far away. Don't let the old man on the corner change your mind about who you are. Don't let people abuse you. But....
Most of all...........Don't leave me alone.....
AutumnWhen in the graying twilight
crude rough winds
with roars and screams
the frantic pale
stars after the copper trail
of the exhausted
when the entire land is like a dried-up
with nothing but
a cracked horizon to gilt its knife-sharp edges,
when a damp and silent autumn
wraps the day
in shrouds of gray
and puts the world in a grave
illuminated by a pale lightning,
when gentle birds fly with fear
somewhere far away from here,
when the drunken summer passes over
Nature's sleeping off her hangover.
Humming BeautyCaught in action
beauty of motion
a blur to the eye
that instills emotion
fast buzzing wings
can just been seen
looking so serene
long slender beak
good for the flowers
delving so deep
watch a humming bird
it`s great agility
as it hovers there
with awesome beauty..!
© Lissie Bull 2014 All rights reserved
EARTH: Acrostic PoemE ons old
A planet like no other
R eplete with resources
T hird planet from the sun
H ome sweet home
Moth DreamsCounting beats of the moth's wing
hidden here is the truth to which we cling,
the taste of rain lures us into a dream
where souls of the night softly sing.
As opaque white ghosts they seam,
nocturne butterflies caught in moons gleam,
the drink our sorrows and sip our tears,
let your thoughts drift down the stream.
In our slumber we travel through years,
within shadows all is not as it appears
beauty may adapt a more subtle shade,
just breath in and exhale your fears.
Luna angel dawns hues of jade,
light cuts the darkness like a blade,
weep not for loss of temporal bliss
the veil lifts and our phantasm begins to fade
Если поднимется ветер.
В свете происходящего,
В серебряном сентябрьском свете...
Держа за шиворот ветер,
FrogThere was a frog, his skin as green as grass.
With amber, cat-like eyes,
and a belly as yellow as brass.
The one thing not on his diet is flies.
Three webbed fingers and toes,
and scales of various shapes and sizes.
Everywhere I go, he goes,
from when the sun sets to when the sun rises.
My frog has a name, it’s Ponder.
He’s very soft and cuddly.
I gave him the nickname Froggy, but I wonder,
when did he get so dirty on his tummy?
There was a frog, all made of stuffing.
I love him to death and I’m not bluffing.
The Rotten TreeGo over by the waters edge
There is a rotting fallen tree
It may seem insignificant
To the wandering eye- but no
You just have to look more closely.
In this lump of decaying wood
In the bark it has been written
By time, since it was just a seed
To the day when there was a storm
And by lightening it was smitten.
Oh, the stories this tree can tell
Never seen by the naked eye
From dragons with one hundred heads
To Norse Gods and ten-eared foxes
Don't miss the chance- soon it will die.
On the Late-Summer SkyThe sky is the gold of a funeral hymn;
He whispers to me and I listen to him:
"I've tasted your sorrow, and every last drop
Of blood that you shed when the pain wouldn't stop."
The trees are as black as still-glistening ink
Against the warm lilt of a moon clad in pink;
He chases me through every shadow-laced road,
A painted-glass circus that day shall corrode;
He stops me, and speaks with a voice just as new
As memories seen from an eagle's-eye view:
"With you I have thirsted; with you I have yearned
To fight for the love you have rightfully earned.
But grieve as you must when your grief is at play;
He comes not to visit with friends but to stay.
What longing you suffer is mine to endure;
You have my affection in lieu of a cure."
I run, and he watches with eyes of the gold
Of winter turned gentle and summer gone cold;
The trees become gray and the sky becomes dim:
He whispers to me and I listen to him.
Land of the Eternal SunRivulets of meltwater trickle by,
The calls of skuas fill the sky,
Wind whips lonely snowflakes past
As the sun crests icy hills at last.
Surrounded by ice at the top of the world,
Willow's diamond leaves unfurled,
The sun casts down its golden light
Illuminating all in sight.
Until the winds change once more,
And frazil rims each icy shore,
The sun will shine throughout the night
And show the Arctic's desperate plight.
In the StormDark clouds, gangly, looming over
Streets of asphalt, fields of clover
Quarter sized drops of rain
Splatter along the streets once again
People closing all of their doors
Families retire to household chores
Thunder will roll, lightning across the sky will crack
From outside journeys, we all turn back
The darkened clouds do the sky clear of
A bright new rainbow spreading above
Colors stretch both ways for miles
Evolving frowns into newborn smiles.
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