When We Were Free Verse by whiskedaway247, literature
Literature
When We Were Free Verse
Were you there that moment,
that one single moment,
when we were energy in motion?
Were you there when,
in that instant of sunlit eyes,
we were nothing but liquid flight?
Did you happen to hear,
in that definate second,
our prayers running on the pavement?
And glass shattered?
And tears ran?
And time forgot?
Were you there in moments such as these?
Unforgettable and timeless moments,
these woven in infinity.
And the sun went down.
The heat of summer smoldered,
while the waters turned to grey.
The moments turned to memories,
sparkling tears over the bay.
And the bluejays all fell silent.
They had no more songs to sing,
so the trees went darker than ink.
Leaves fell gentle in the drying wind,
spots of sunshine I like to think.
And these are the moments.
These are dry and cold seconds,
those without eternity but a flick.
I forget the feeling that's numbing,
it's like strings waiting for a pick.
We cannot just be here-
aimless beings
fluttering dust.
We had to have been made-
with purpose
with plan.
And since we must be made-
we must be loved
cherished and held.
We can't be born without blood-
or pain
tears and suffering.
We cannot just be.
Les Lamentations de la Ville by whiskedaway247, literature
Literature
Les Lamentations de la Ville
Oh City,
I can't understand You.
Must you,
like the great Rome,
be rebuilt with fire and glory?
Your sirens sing their lullaby
to children
who dream of climbing
your silver towers-
to be them above Time itself.
Oh City,
look at Your people.
They sit,
wrapped in fogless haze,
dreaming with eyes to Heaven.
To them You are a shell
of the past
that will gather fine dust
like a bauble-
forgotten on the shelf.
Oh City,
You are broken.
Can You,
beaten and blue as You are,
rise from ash like the Phoenix?
Your children wait
for hope
frail and elu
In the Reign of the Clouds by whiskedaway247, literature
Literature
In the Reign of the Clouds
Stratus sits on the valley,
playing his harp
and singing the songs
of the wind.
Altostratus rides the sunset,
glowing in gold
and collecting the sighs
of those below.
Cirrus runs along the skyline,
blowing his horn
and calling the hunt
of the wind.
Cumulus rises as king,
demanding the sky
and shaking the souls
of those below.
The Lamentation of Nero by whiskedaway247, literature
Literature
The Lamentation of Nero
I was never crazy,
or mad,
or plagued with fear.
It was only the world I wanted.
Only the world I wanted.
I was not the evil,
or madman,
or villain without intent.
It was only the power I wanted.
Only the power I wanted.
It was not a fire,
or blaze,
or inferno here.
It was only a spark that I wanted.
Only the spark I wanted.
I was never crazy,
or mad,
or plagued with fear.
It was only a tune I wanted to play.
Only a tune I wanted to play.
Prayer of the Performer by whiskedaway247, literature
Literature
Prayer of the Performer
O God of Light, Bright and Still,
let me leave the audience in rapture.
Let me speak like you,
and their hearts I'll capture.
O God of Darkness, Cool and Calm,
let me walk with grace.
Let my steps be light,
and I'll leave a smile on their face.
O God of Writers, Poets and Saints,
let me breathe life into this.
Let my soul be one with words,
and let it be soft as a kiss.
O God of Sense, Eyes and Ears,
let me leave the audience blind.
Let me leave them to seek a perfect world,
one they might never find.