None of the poetry here will have a set type, so you'll see depressive, uplifting, romantic, or whatever kind of work. There won't be much that isn't free-verse, but I'm really not sure at the moment. I may at a later date get into haiku.
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Literature
Rose's Tale~Story Of Sin~Haiku 25-33
Prelude Of Sin
Stemming of one act
Torn apart and thus scattered
Reaching through thine lands
Pride
Vain beyond measure
Thy whims behest a command
Void is repentance
Lust
Want without restraint
Need be forever unquenched
Libido thy love
Gluttony
Hunger run rampant
Thy meal an unending feast
Stomach never filled
Envy
Thy jealousy wild
Desire of that not owned
Green eyes shining bright
Greed
Gold thy desire
What thee has be not enough
Not sharing of wealth
Sloth
Choice be thine to make
Yet thou hast not decided
Lazy is thine soul
Wrath
Blade held in thy hand
Anger forever unleashed
Lives thou hast destroyed
Cloture Of Evil
Thes
Rose's Haiku Collection
36
Nebula's Lyric Collection
1
Precious Demon by wanderingsilverrose, literature
Literature
Precious Demon
Wrapped up tightly in your many limbs
Protected forever by the demon of my dreams
Though others may fear you, I will not
For even as an embodiment of chaos, you protect order
It is not that you rebel against an evil nature
For you were never even evil to start with
Your monstrous true form houses a heart of gold
And through that you show your true self
Even as you hide yourself, I know you are here
Not under the bed but in it holding me close
For others of my realm would not see your beauty
Because to them you are the evil from their nightmares
May they one day understand you as you
Through the insanity shines a deep protective love
A love
What is it that you see so strongly in me
I do not understand why you say what you do
You say I am more beautiful than the rose
And that I shine brighter than any silver
But I can not see what makes me so great
You say I push past my anxieties and fears
Though it may be true, I fail to see how that is special
Why must it look as though you worship the ground I walk
I fail to see what I have done to deserve such adoration
How do I shine brighter than the sun as I am
I hold in the depths. Of my heart a darkness left to fester
Hiding ugly emotions and even uglier fantasies
From where does illusion of greatness come
Through all I have managed,
Turn back time and let me try again
Perhaps this time I will not make the same mistakes twice
Erase my foolishness to provide a clean slate
And let me remember what the right choices are
Swing back the pendulum and take it from the top
Give me a second chance so I can make things better
This time I should know what I am supposed to do
Allow me to revise and rewrite the story of my life
Roll back the hands of time and reach the starting point
I will replay this all until I get a perfect score
Turning back time as much as I have to for the best result
Making fewer mistakes each time until the end
Take back the seasons and restore my innocenc
Picking Up The Pieces by wanderingsilverrose, literature
Literature
Picking Up The Pieces
Once upon a time was when I walked away
I tried not to look back at what once was
For you spoke and I spoke in anger and pain
Lashing out childishly from your pride and my wrath
My shame and my guilt never stopped to take rest
While I tried, I could never stop looking back
There behind me lay the shattered remains of something precious
A ghost that will haunt me until I can accept it and move forward
Again I turn back to the shards of what once was
Hands stretch out towards a broken friendship
And touch the shattered remains one more time, pricking my fingers or not
These memories call me back to our broken bridge, transcending the abyss
I
Floating freely with nowhere at all to go
Up or down, I know not which I face
Wherever I look is only the same scenery
Black encroaching my vision and only growing darker
Caught in a dark realm between here and there
Barren wastelands as far as the eye can see
Where the sky ends and land begins is unknown
All sense of direction lost to a nonexistent wind
In the timeless abyss, all ceases to be separate
Under the numbing weight of nothingness, I cease to be me
Pulled down by the tendrils and enveloped in eternal night
Choking and slowly succumbing to my own darkness
I slowly dissolve into the expanse of emptiness
Forever trapped in a stasis
Interlocked Lives-Book Of Time by wanderingsilverrose, literature
Literature
Interlocked Lives-Book Of Time
Souls strung together by the same thread
Best described as misfortune is this string
A secret book speaks of their trials of life
Dark magic lacing their lives for eternity
The act of one brought them to each other
Fate manipulated with a single spell
An ancient spirit engraved their paths into stone
One knowing what turning one life to their whim would do
Finding this book lost in time is a search lasting forever
But even this search from forever ago must end
And the search for this book will end with them
Though never will it mean their journey through time is done
Finding their book is only the start of a new story
Just to find the boun
Beast Of The Rose by wanderingsilverrose, literature
Literature
Beast Of The Rose
Empty hands and a withering heart
The want of a bottle to drown it all out
Caring not whether sins are forgiven at all
Needing only to forget the pain inflicted
Apologies long since have begun to fail
Yet all left with many a sorrow prevalent
Difficult at any measure to even believe an actor
Actors in personal faced with such reality
Fill the glass to the brim and give drunkenness
All for the desire to wipe away pain temporarily
Then let along the drinker to sit back
Quiet may be the drunk but a story still be told
A fight among friends with petty acts of them
Failed reconciliation caused of immaturity
Childishly pulling in another to only
Prelude Or Cloture Of A LIfe by wanderingsilverrose, literature
Literature
Prelude Or Cloture Of A LIfe
On a dark night, take a little stroll
Find a forest they call evil and venture through
What shall you find in this eerie place
Before long, you shall be lost and bewildered
But what happens if you find your way
Amidst the forest is a strange place
There, you find an encircling yard of graves
A yard of which you may never leave
If you are lucky, you could escape the master
Yet what lays beyond this dreary place
Awaiting beyond the graves is a small theatre
And with it is a clock-tower maintained by a single gear
Hear will you find a host of characters
A doll, magician, waiter, gardener, clock master, glutton and her servants
Though does not
Pit Of Darkness by wanderingsilverrose, literature
Literature
Pit Of Darkness
Walking on ice so thin and brittle
Cracks created with every little step
Never knowing when it could break through
Break and send you into a giant chasm
A land of broken dreams lies beneath
Frigid spires waiting to capture new prey
Some never find this misfortune in their path
Yet others fall straight to the darkness
But pitiable are those unfortunate to fall into the pit
If you reach the bottom you find it jagged
Barren wastelands with ice never melting
Nothing but the stench of death and lifelessness
Pain and despair the only things to be found
Otherwise mere lifeless souls and empty shells
But with this such darkness even sorrow is a ra