~*Ary's Poems*~
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Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | This is just a thread for my poems, and I hope whoever reads enjoys them. Protest of Heart *INO competition* (May 31st) Past Reflection (June 2nd) Weathered Ties (June 4th) Touched by the Moonlight (June 7th) Buried in the Distance (June 8th) Vanity Affair *revised* (June 10th) Lethal Operation (June 11th) Artistic Oppression *INO competition* (June 12th) Educated Ignorance and Hidden Blaze (June 12th) Ridden of the Average State (June 17th) The Gathered Unforgiven (June 20th) Desires For A Better Reality *INO competition* (June 18th) Constructing Destruction (June 23rd) Outcast or Adored? (June 24th) Spotlight Curse (June 27th) Coin of Appearance *INO competition* (June 24th) Presenting the End (July 6th) The Reflected Portrait *INO competition* (July 3rd) Reviving The Magic (July 11th) A Party, Then A Funeral (July 11th) Planted Graves (July 16th) The Nostalgic Cavern And The Common Perception Of Bizarre (July 17th) |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Protest of Heart We're standing up for something We think we feel is strong, While others will oppose us For what they see as wrong. How can anyone decide What's wrong if they go By what they have been told? How can they surely know? We choose to persevere Through harsh beatings and lines With our non-violent way Of holding up picket signs. Why, Why, Why? Let's go! We'll not fight! I'll defend my heroes Today-Tonight! We may not have everyone Behind us and on our side, But we have true support. Look now! We have won! |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Past Reflection There’s no shoulder to lean on, No arms to fall back in, I’ve lost my balance, And now, my position. I’m left no sweet sorrow, For I’ve earned much worse- Grief and regret, Lies I can’t forget. The arms to catch me Form with their hands Guns, which can trigger To shoot me, I figure. The way to describe it Could be endless agony, But now, your hands Don’t pain me. Those hands can’t take On the shape of firearms. They are delayed By razor blade scars. You cut and bleed, And like a tree, Your arms hit the ground- On the floor they’ll be. I take them up, Put the gloves on, Form them back to a gun, And pull back at dawn. When I release, Pieces of you shatter. Your face is gone, And I’ll forget for the better. You lay in front of me My heart has insisted. It’s not amnesia. You simply never existed. |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Weathered Ties The hail is beating At my window. The attempts are heating Up to break me. The gentle voice Of the rain's sorrow Has turned to harsh Tones I'll not follow. Begging has turned to pleading, Fair play has turned to cheating, The light now wants vengeance, And I am done retreating. I'm deflecting your bolts And hurling them at you. As for my last words, I'd say, "We're through." |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Touched by the Moonlight In scenes of black-painted skies, The silver thread, which twists in the wind And covers her soft, angelic outer shell, Is seemingly endless as her attainable. Radiant glows, partially disguised From my vision, crowd her being, And silence embraces her words When her lips mimic mortals. She is everlasting like her tale, Which is sealed within white lines of boundary. She catches my tear drops with the luminous, Overcoming rays from her eyes. |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Buried in the Distance A heart that kindles a burning soul Wrapped in a package of questions Never filled with answers But covered in mysteries and riddles they say. Unpleasant passings of time go by, And locked away are the keys To the doors they wish to pass through But are mocked by and rejected. "If only..." comes to speak to them daily, Yet "beware" pushes through with arrogance. When the end has come and leads them away, The box disappears in the tomb behind them. |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Vanity Affair *revised* I'll grit my teeth as you take a bow. Your golden smile takes the next step. Bearing praise and adoration pleases you (And viewing your reflection in the glass). The artificial scene embodies your life. Remorse does not take place As conceit extracts your conscience And conceals your regrets. Your slip of the tongue reveals your truths, Then shock and tears overcome. The summit is fading to ash, And flames of light have only scratched the surface. |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Lethal Operation Your eyes are vacant and murky. The sounds of hushed tones move your notions. When red-cloaked visions urged Your walk to succeed blindly, You followed the future footsteps And blanketed the trail with shadows. The deserted rooms you approached when You first came have become blurry by your sight. Echoing behind halts the process, And the volume extends to reach Your doubting ears. Gasps for breath from the building pressure And rhythmic beats proceed. The throbbing blood in your veins is your lock, And the fleeting hallway escapes your memory. The thoughts given wings but feathers left In your skull. The stranger is ever vigilant Beyond the absent gateway. |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Artistic Oppression In desperate pursuit of provisions, I roamed the street of the broken ragged. Airs of ego constantly sneering About my coarse appearance. One being casually strolling yields. A hand reaches to insist that I grasp. A savior has embedded meaning for existence! A haven of shelter will become my new coat. When brought to the destination however, I've found his gentle words invalid. Pacing the enclosed space in vain weakens, So I lie to huddle strength. You beckon, and I forcibly oblige to your whim. Your form of expression is my suffering. My breath is fading along with ease, But your memento will lie on my sleeve- A badge of tribulation. |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Educated Ignorance and Hidden Blaze As you enter the maze of treachery, Do not drape society over your shoulders And caress its warmth. Your ever changing colors may cause Confusion among the weak-minded. Remarks that aim to please Fall short of the eye. Stance reminds to the few Glances taken by the jaded Of purpose, and they are skeptical. Despair haunts the halls And leans to persuade destruction, But within your misguided heart Is a sleeping spirit of flare. Allow the roaming light to abandon The den and shape to fit A form of magnificence Not requiring blindfolds but Shunning condescending stares, And unrestrained delight will complete Your emptiness. |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Ridden of the Average State Contemplating under the shelter of my window. Dust and embers settle upon this town I peacefully exist within. Fog reaches each glass square of neighbors'. I stare into the ellaborate sheets That have withstood blows from the Emerald demons with charcoal in the furnace Of their bellies. You've woven the fibers and carefully crocheted Fear and agony into this warming cover. Recognition never satisfies unless Consumption snares. The vines of the hazy ghost encroach upon my fortress. Will they burst through so only sparkling shards Remain, bind and chain me With terror's leaves, develop a chokehold, And slowly engulf me? Or will my shield unweave the fibers, Wrap around delicate, fair skin and constrict 'Til my body's wine spurts from the pores And flows like an inlet to reach the cotton? I can't help but wonder, "When will the mist of this phantom reach my window pane?" Encounters down the block continue, Yet I hold my anxiety and withdrawn emotions. Will the rotation obstruct my clarity? Am I unusual, too exotic For the countdown 'til the routine? Is my sky fading to grey? The vapor creeps up like ivy growing on my castle, But wait. It retreats the presence, Like an optical illusion, about me. The stained glass of my sanctuary remains clear. My special touch is no disease but a gift. |
Cherokee Banned Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2300 | Hello Nekotora, really good work ;] |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Thanks! :> |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | The Gathered Unforgiven Though our viciousness is displayed Throughout the years like turmoil, Ignorance lay no bliss in your Undeniably fragile thoughts. When our fellow companions tear Deep within your shell to search For key components of life, They seethe your burn and ravenously Delight in this custom. Yes, kind, sweet ignorance betraying With gentle gestures and Uniting instinctive behavior We cannot repress the means of. Your perspective is lack of basic Understanding and conscience. Flooding the lands with massacres Of no consequence or jurisdiction. Shall we contain our ways And fathom society’s? No, grim, perplexing feelings Enter our bloody dreams. Everlasting struggles with humanity And prayers from the lips of angels Persist. We resist our urges, but Senseless anarchy revives Within less than minutes, When a killing is performed Before this audience. For amusement and entertaining us Is only possible in this gauge. Limits cannot survive as they starve our pride. Your bloodshot eyes catch But a glimpse of our untamed Beauty and splendor, If so fortunate a site Should come over you. Our community withdraws from Overrun tar roads and Beings held hostage by the seconds. Ours consists of blades of green and a Navy atmosphere decorated with light. Sparks overwhelm the near-sighted, But few stretch their vision To view such glory as ours. Hear out the cliché of ignorance and Such nostalgia you feel from these words. |
Asiah Scott Joining The Black Parade Age: 31 Gender: Female Posts: 194 | The Gathered Unforgiven: Its awesome. I love the vocabulary and the way you've convoluted them. Your thoughts are just splendid...xD! Ignorance lay no bliss in your Undeniably fragile thoughts. Love it! |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Thanks! I'm glad you like it! ^_^ |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Desires For A Better Reality The brewing fires in the alleys Result from the taxes piling towers From the marksman’s scores of Sacrificed soldiers and worshiped weapons For adversity along international lines. Applauding the poverty Serves the vile audience To encourage again the sounds Of crackling of the rifles Among the distant nations. Silty costumes in the tariff theater Symbolize the honor and loss Of valuable heirs stricken with Tasks seemingly dispatching grandeur. Tolls descend like angels on their battlefield, Whether on the streets or the unknown terrain, And feeble eyes mustn’t daze Nor insanity cleanse their judgment. Will the days tour the Overlooked graves of rended Civilians and servants, Along with their blood? Calamities occur incessantly, But will democracy fly the bleached flag? If we overthrow the thorned crown, Maybe peace will be hailed. |
Cherokee Banned Age: 30 Gender: Female Posts: 2300 | Desires For A Better Reality: As I said. The metaphors took my breath away. As if you were actually looking at people dying from war right in front of your eyes. Very beautiful. |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Thank you so much! I have some strong views on the subject and wanted to express it in my poem. ^_^ |
Kitty Clover Jazz Hands Age: 32 Gender: Female Posts: 292 | Constructing Destruction When the oak tree shakes violently in the brutal winds, Its roots refuse all temptation, And its buds of hair float forever Isolated out of weakness. The Sun subjects the poor creature To storms of overbearing warmth, And the fluids of comfort spiral Deep into the desert garden. No fairytale can present pleasures To the tree of eternity's indecisive judgment. Bedouins prepare meals before it, While the withered green starves. Peeling bark, darkened shade, Lost sympathy, shriveled branches and all. The sound of one thousand hornets Spurs the thoughts of being complete. A feel of an acidic touch Is sent hastily within its fervent core. A thousand spinning spikes run through, Requesting they peek at the center. Shredded by ill will and severe Intentions of harm, Breath's lover Deteriorates as poisoned clouds And metallic bonds outlast The tremors of decisions of the committee. |
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