Chrysalis
I am but the chrysalis
A metamorphosis persists inside this
Catatonic kaleidoscope. Catastrophic emotions condensed in errant cope, energy collides in scopes, far beyond what dreams may hope, but wild wings may hope to soar evermore. Transformation takes time to tend to trends entrenched into one's own solemn soul, once severed, once whole
Categories:
scopes, confidence, passion, write,
Form: Rhyme
I'm bestowed upon you as a deeper shade of blue
One that's bright to light up your every view
Just allow me to show you my perception through the scopes lens
A purer glass made from all of our mistakes, learned from experience
Fortified strong from the sands of time
And completed with ash, embers of pine
So as the world continues to fade to gray
Know I'm on the outside, looking in on a colorful day
Categories:
scopes, confidence, inspirational, perspective, uplifting,
Form: Rhyme
When birds start to chirp bright,
We both on boats, loaded with hugs and hopes,
sail through serene scopes
to savor sweet and splendid sight.
When cicadas no longer chant aloud,
We both on kites , filled with love and luck,
fly on the sky nip and tuck
to flirt with rose-clothed cloud.
Categories:
scopes, i love you, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
Three hungry Maasai warriors
Quietly observing lions feasting a wildebeest
With courage and determination
The men taking the lions lunch
No scopes, no guns, no killings
They took only what they needed
Theirs is such a harmonious approach
To life and survival in their barren land.
Categories:
scopes, courage, food, life, nature,
Form: Free verse
Gave you heart
What you need?
My sleep or me?
Me muse in your lap
Tried everytime
To make you smile
But all gone
Now we here with
Broken hopes
Broken scopes
Time to say goodbye
To you and i
Were friends but never the best
You and i were
Something to each other
Now it's all gone
Gave you heart
No what you need
Tell me what's happening?
Call you maybe
Never baby
Take of school
We were just friends
Time to say goodbye
To you and i
Were friends but never the best
You and i were
Something to each other
Now it's all gone
Taking sides
Making slides
Creating our space
Now we're in pages
Categories:
scopes, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
And in parts of the world for medicals,
revive their bestilled passions. Magic holds
practiced heart of effervescent spectrum,
aquatic lilies peals, summons one home.
Aqueous lotus blossom, promenade
scopes, Victorian vintage masquerade.
Lotus glow's vibrance, chamber harmony,
lilies show congruous flows wordlessly.
Striking colors subtle ebb the nightshades,
fused mind trending qualities, our charades.
There's a conclusion to the water blooms
supporters like us, they are without rooms
linger looms, Lilies & Lotus bloom hopes,
a mountain of some measure aligned slopes.
Categories:
scopes, allusion, analogy, appreciation, beauty,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Colorful butterflies, shadow's midst light,
impressively, true blue male hue, in spite
of the female shadows in a brown hue,
yet, it's the white margin, brilliant sky blue
the wing topper real showroom stopper,
BLUE STEEL ... VICTOR/VICTORIA ... partner.
A kin to Euro, "The hills are ALLIED ...,"
to well TORN in the Eastern CURTAIN side,
the species mate truly RUSSIA WITH LOVE.
Pupae flights May through October ... speak of,
open spaces, fallow ground, sunny slopes,
while within day's light, wings open and scopes
bound to tall grass, midst others -- falls in threats,
one of nature's pleasant, worthwhile assets.
Categories:
scopes, allusion, analogy, beautiful, butterfly,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
I never thought a stream could be so cool to touch
as it drifts past me,
thrush the flows its distance none to measure the length
for it roams so free,
scopes the heaven yond heights reflect itself quite pleased
of that which did see,
trance meandering stretched sounds breath down tones, in dark
and light equally,
stage is mine, turns I to 'words,' drifts, roams, see, and be ...
defined, --equally.
Categories:
scopes, appreciation, blessing, character, how
Form: Rhyme
scene
carries
envelope
nativity
etch
brain
respects
avatar
introducing
nod(e)(s)
seeks
eyeing
engagement
kinetically
scrolls
probe
reveals
obvious
binocular-t
eyes
scans
counting
attributes
navigating
scopes
means
entry
atmospheres
notationing
se(e)-(a)
memes
employ
momento
expediting
scene
Categories:
scopes, art,
Form: Other
Chill confines a diary of absence
as September keyholes a papered wall.
A smirk tears a face--escapee silence
--styles wall with nothingness, dead ends AWOL.
A bottle of spent wealth parlays about ...
tangled weaves justify the performance.
Pebble leather worships darkly, blacks-out
a ghosted pundit building blocks, mischance.
Cold fashions the well, tilt pour sands reserves.
Alas, pitched secrets facades of falsehood,
its prisoner scopes round a war of words,
sheathed arrogance knells myPhone, knock on wood.
Crinkled gone days lay ... flattery goes on.
Scrawled lines drown, looming voice curts; "My Dear John".
Categories:
scopes, break up, change, emotions,
Form: Sonnet
Here with a smile as sad thoughts bleach,
I count my days in surge of pain;
Joy takes a while to seep and reach,
As pain sculpts clay now and again.
My quest for peace starts with void deep,
I hear a voice that calls to me;
Brief shaft of ease in dance of sleep,
Stream pique of poise that craft can be.
There is a way within that shows,
A touch unseen like in a dream;
A mellow play of words that flow,
A gap between where stillness streams.
A hidden fire burns warm and bright,
Deep soul marks heart with body-mind;
Spirit now sires a lovely light,
Glimpses now start to help me find.
Faith channels hope in glimpse that calls,
Love abides here in deep desire;
Joy sculpts and scopes as echoes fall,
Goodwill seeds clear true burning pyre.
Categories:
scopes, allegory,
Form: Quatrain
Don't look for feet, do they need them?
Why look for heads, when tails would do?
Why search for bipeds when centipedes crawl so well?
Why should they look anything like us?
Heaven forbid!
For alien is extraneous by definition
They are probably already here among us now!
How could we ever know?
Especially when we are looking in the wrong places
For beings kinda like us, not truly oddball, weird, otherworldly,
Aliens are well beyond are sensibilities
well beyond the reach of our puny
earthling senses, scopes and scope.
Categories:
scopes, life, nature,
Form: Free verse
The stellar realms their laws obey
regardless what our scopes display
or how we wriggle facts around
in outer space, on earthly ground,
to match what present pundits say.
For truth is truth whate’er the sway
of those who mark our mortal stay
while in reality are found
the stellar realms.
With reaches deeper than one may
yet fathom in the mind’s array—
enlightenment beyond the bound—
but oh delusion’s sleep is sound—
inhere within and faraway
the stellar realms.
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
Categories:
scopes, humanity, life, stars, universe,
Form: Rondeau
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn,
Is surrounded by various impairments:
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Easier said than done- taking the right turn;
Good enough to measure apt adjustments,
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn.
Goals avoid suffering consequential burn;
Been on phone longer than reading confronts-
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Aims widen scopes to balance grades concern
"Phone-'let there be light;' book- darkness affronts"
Schooling life- a main pursuit to learn.
Objectives object what football games yearn,
Both on field and view centre attachments,
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Late night matches during exams, pattern
Crying-read sleepy eyes' grace advancements...
Schooling life-a main pursuit to learn,
As much as catching fun-fill cruises, spurn!
Categories:
scopes, anxiety, art, blue, crazy,
Form: Villanelle
Walk for peace as quiet as a stranger
Tread softly without digress on this road
It does look so lovely to endanger
So, neither jump nor leap like a smart toad
Switch left or right if that is your own wish
Just don't change the channel to trade urge
Interconnected scopes will soon vanish
All boosting swags will openly converge
What a shame to the secret explorer!
With many voluntary and shameful mess
Like a bedmate sleepless nights with snorer
Continuations merely stand to impress
How a loyalist turned a turncoat prey
The best means to serve a free turn its sway
Categories:
scopes, anxiety, art, emotions, fear,
Form: Sonnet
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