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Fifty by *zephyrtronium "portraits the inner struggle born from what you don't want to want, but still do in a very straight forwarded way," says the suggester. (Suggested by `lintu47 and Featured by `thorns) |
Wintered HereWherever you go, I follow,Wintered Here by *zephyrtronium
hands held across sidewalks
frozen
or slopes more slippery
called love,
life, and 1685 miles
of "I can't wait
to be there when you fall."
Whether Whispered or ShoutedWords weren't meant for you.Whether Whispered or Shouted by *zephyrtronium
We (mankind) arbitrate
definitions we (you and I) apply
to us (you and me).
Arbitrary symbols for symbols:
Language.
Arbitrary you are not.
Words were not meant for you.
You are beautiful in any language.
Ex IntraYou ask for a burdenEx Intra by *zephyrtronium
Brought ten thousand paces
To weigh against us.
You ask for a mountain
Cold-clutched and stony
Propped upon our path.
Hereby we bury the trail.
I have my rope and ice axe;
Shall we climb?
Bright StarClimactic perfection:Bright Star by *zephyrtronium
Goosebumping chill
Sanguine sun rays
Waging wars of will—
We will witness the winter stars
We will follow our parallel paths
We will learn:
Bright Star,
The sun is not the greatest light in this world.
FiftyPlease understand: I do not wantFifty by *zephyrtronium
to want this (you).
I realized at poem nineteen-of-fifty:
You (college-borne) are a new you,
I (weaponized) am a new me,
and the new me still wants the new you.
Parchedknife-diced whiteParched by *zephyrtronium
butter-spread against azure
a mile-high pilgrim
betrothed to a long-distance lover
a desert-starved king
suffering sun-wrought thirst
lifeless wind-borne wanderer
lonely sky-member
when you long-last reach
her weather-wanting perch
learn her life-fulfilling taste
I grieve to think it
your journey conquers me
the way he makes me feelhe talks in the song lyricsthe way he makes me feel by ~hushed-lullabies
that make my heart want to sing
seeing a 'good morning beautiful' message
every time i wake up goes a long way
seeing his face for the first time
made my heart literally skip a beat
when we finally kiss
i worry i might actually melt
he is everything i want
and even then some
i thought i felt love before
but nothing compares to this
i've fallen so hard
but he catches me every time
A Liston the back of a graded test (88 and a few red marks) scalded with tea stains and flecks of fennel:A List by ~little-supernova
THINGS I WISH I KNEW
- whether i'm less or more
- what he's thinking when he's
- when i'll find the answers i'm searching for
- if he'll find a better girl in this lifetime
- when i'll figure out that i'm the best i can be
- if he'll ever re-discover me
- when i can finally start living in love and not in fear
Tips from Talented RhymersRhyming shouldn't be stigmatized over poor examples or be embraced as the only poetic form available to the writer due to the many classical examples from centuries before. It should be used if the writer is comfortable with it, or it is a part of how they write, or what they are writing calls for rhyming. The writers below are all talented at their craft and have generously accepted to contribute to the article.Tips from Talented Rhymers by ^NicSwaner
~HoldTheNoise
What is your opinion on rhyming literature on deviantART?
Traditionally fixed literature in any place (not strictly deviantArt), can seem either very natural and effortless, or very forced. Although free verse tends to be significantly more popular here, there's something in a rhythmic poem that free verse does not always capture. Just like word choice or metaphors, the melody of a poem also helps in the telling of the story.
Do you have an
The Nectars of Irony and Self-PreservationInverted influxThe Nectars of Irony and Self-Preservation by ~EmaciatedandEpitaphs
oppositional verbatim
deceiver.deceiver.
Honestly,
I have not the strength to care.
Your eyes were shark skin
greasy, greasy tears.
-
Honesty was always optional
but I couldn't quite grasp it
why someone would say
the exact opposite
of what they really mean.
Then I thought of irony and of you
and that grin
that isn't really even a grin
it's a snicker.
The sweetness of enjoying your own joke.
