Earth woos Venus but she is resistant,
reflecting light of sol in the night sky,
mirrored by her lover who’s persistent,
that tango dancing, tremulous hearts sigh.
The girl next door is the beauteous moon,
who planet earth does date from time to time
for when in full bloom, she makes his heart swoon
but Venus alone awakens love’s chime.
Playing spoilsport, Mars spits venom and fire,
whilst jilted Saturn casts a dark shadow,
since for hand of Venus, they both aspire,
though it’s fated neither can be her beau.
Love letters carried on a comet’s tail,
declare those who’re pure of heart will not fail.
Categories:
date from, fantasy, love,
Form: Sonnet
A conglumalate of comapnies gathered together to Unite
under one banner. The sorted the talents, and ranked : reranked
several Pro Grapplers.both in Kayfade and for-reallie-dough!
They excluded the Juggernaut.
The one the World might envy.
But the saw fit to advertise in markets where they are sucluded and often riciculded.
A straight forward Sports Genred Event.
Was advertsied. The Caption said on this date from now and forever all the world shall speak of _______________ As World Champion! They advertised it like they were from the year. 2033 which is a big deal in some wrestling areas. The Guilds and The Guilded are to compete before an "awaiting " Hungery World!
I think this is a novel concept.
Bravo!
Bravo!
Categories:
date from, film, guitar, humanity,
Form: Chant Royal
Seconds tick by and the hour hand spins round.
Time wasted moments lost that can never be found.
Gone forever minutes you never get back.
Before you know it the lights go out and everything turns black.
Your legacy is gone forgotten no one remembers you were even here.
Your just a name on a rock with a date from a long forgotten year.
And soon that rock gets weathered and that name and date to are lost eroded away.
A certainty like the night will give light to the day.
No one lives forever and centuries erase the memories of the past.
Life is over in an instant and nothing truly lasts.
The history books are only kind to a few
And the stories told by those books are rarely accurate or true.
So make the most of the time your given so maybe your legacy will live on.
Because before you know it your existence and everything you ever loved
Categories:
date from, death, time,
Form: Rhyme
Polished shoes. Check.
Bathed. Check.
Brushed hair one hundred strokes. Check.
Used deodorant. Check.
Re-did lipstick five times. Check.
Re-did eye make up twice. Check.
Changed clothes. Check.
Looked in the mirror. Check.
Twirled in the mirror. Check.
Changed clothes. Check.
Looked in the mirror. Check.
Twirled in the mirror. Check.
Took off this outfit and put on the first outfit. Check.
Honey, your date's here!
Just a second, Mom.
Change clothes two more times. Check.
Put the first outfit on again. Check.
Close closet door so you cannot see the mirror. Check.
Go downstairs and rescue your date from the hot seat. Check.
Categories:
date from, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: List
I used to know a guy named Steve
Who went on blind date with Eve
It was a date from hell
Eve stood up and fell
Looked at Steve and said “Just leave."
4-9-17
Alexis Y.
Categories:
date from, humorous,
Form: Limerick
Sheep’s Work Is Never Done
Life calls after sheep in morning to continue
Everyone else sleeps in
Hiding from the corporate coma for awhile
People rise, at a later date, from beds dead tired
Smiles crack on faces; lines move the traces of age around
And break the new dawned day wide open
You can’t count on sheep for anything
They cut wood down in forest
Place it into piles
I know this can’t be done
They have no work permits
Their visas have expired
They line up to be deported
You can’t count on sheep when sleeping either
They wake up freezing cold in wooden homes
Catch colds, catch fire with the trees
To burn the forest down
Weep with matches hidden in the wool
Call it an accident
No one keeps the peace and secrets like death and sheep
You can count on that
Death takes everyone with it, with or without their visa
Sheep move back to their own countries
Work is never done there either, but
To be continued
Categories:
date from, age, business, identity, imagination,
Form: Free verse
Woman, the freshness breath,
Untouchable lips as they have been caught up
In fine pleasant date from a summer park
So how many hours I made love to my German girl?
From the peeping movements of a rainy day
To a cricket of the existed morning’s commute!
I love you
Among the trail of a ring
Your mighty body I smelled, and the stretching kisses
From the Truth, which in such delight
I carry you, and between the streams
As if there is no tomorrow
I take you as the night has done upon us.
O, I love the whispering of you dying smile;
The narrow space you and I create facing down the hot sand;
O I love the breathlessly moment, your dead eyes over me
In which it well might open in a way of brutal still.
Yes, I love your sweet sweating, your smell;
The glories of heavenly climax, and then, all so quiet turned away
That nectar one hundred miles keeps me awake.
Categories:
date from, girl, goodbye,
Form: Free verse
Lift up from the rotar weeds
Summer bleeds the last still born
As autumn greed fights decay
To save the date from phallic fortunes
Gather brand new gallop horse distortions
Where poles putrify at stockholm
Is this the way the world ends?
On battery pulse with no remorse
Sucking hospital cupid with no hope groan syndrome
To make alive the image
Of fly's circling round chopper wheels
My primal ordeal is to shake it thin
As carcass evaporates mermaids into wave maids
Concrete headaches will remember the bloodline spilled
Out the skin fold mouths of gyrating myth
From belly up suckers that just gotta bust the date
Wealth of the flagship sailing straight into paper fates
Categories:
date from, death, faith, health, history,
Form: Free verse
Drooping decorations
and graduation mayhem turned to
tears and depression after
fight with high school steady.
The memory of prom date from hell
will hopefully disappear.
The elaborate hairdo was
furiously brushed out,
and the uncomfortable formal
packed away in the attic to be
given to charity next year.
The sweet whispers of love and
the notes passed in study hall
behind the back of old Mrs. Jenkins,
the talk of a wedding the following summer,
became heartbreaking memories
when Tiffany Blake came to town.
Categories:
date from, depression, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love,
Form: Free verse