Most Commented Abstract Poems (471)

If there were days enough...
I would learn this Dance,
to dance with you.

The flood light .... the sunrise...
like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens,
like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again...
and again.

This is my dream...
our feet shifting the dust,
ancient and coarse,
cold and splintered planks, worn and true...
do they selfishly hide the passion and words from years past?
Or simply crude constructs of oak...and yew.

Another stage to attend Sir Will!
where genius rings true...
and the plagiarist is found and scorned.

Gnostic flames (our path embellished)
illuminate our face,
certain to displace the darkest of shadows...
while leaving enough to hide our scars,
and portend any claim to grace.

This is the Dance,
when steps and twists and turns,
left us both to chance,
and we knew the Light never to leave...
while the wax and wick....contorts, spits and burns...

Much like this Dance.

gs....

LOVE
That ever elusive force for life, that picks and chooses wisely it's prey.
An entity that makes us laugh and cry, live and die.
A must have for all, who answers it's call.
Just what do we do with it, what do we do without?
The pain when it visits us, the pain when it leaves.
Why respond to it in the way that we do.
What makes it necessary, I have not a clue.
It colors our world, from red to blue.
The beginning, the end.

Erudition of erstwhile solipsistic interrogation of derivations supplementation.
Harvestswarm of their confluence, directed and implemented by the nuance of a deontological intelligiblity, born in the boon of omniscience and trust.
Contemplation surviving the revolution's abstrusive inclusion of their demonstrations inclined to nuance and dreams of their constellatory clusters,
deep in the idiom of noticing and obtaining the corruption of a monumental wonder,
deep in the symptom. Harvesting the Quantumsphere.

Dropped rain, O
From the sky pink ...
Hope ....
Wash my heart and soul
Leaved in my veins and a dream
Elates the magnificence of the present ...
Grief is dropped on my heart ...
Shatter
And kept me
Drops of joy ...
You dropped the rain
Not subjected to rain
I was scared of thunder
Do not trust my window broken
I am afraid the next grief ..
And not for the grief the next time

lovers are always the lovers and not can other be....
I still remembered the day,when met both you and me.
you were cute as same and i was all with tremble...
and in my all the greys,thine shadow hold all atable..

is back in The morning sounds of bird,chickens,dog singing to each other like The rhythm...when The morning Sun into The cavity of his color my window so it gives me energy and so did The green plants that grow makes me feel at peace.
I felt up To The entire body is a gift I was breathing when I come back I wake up from sleep... and The breeze was from The outside to make a cool Silhouette

last spring
my beloved
summit of davos

master oshiba
never complained
spaghetti sauce

night to forgotten
dj dsk
broker my friend

summer dragoon
vigilant
switch off the tv

We come to these times of unsuredness; dark shadows
We are sometimes confused by that we don't see
Or yet understand.
We are afraid and remain afraid so try to destroy that
Which we do not understand.
Why is that?
Where is our Source of hope?
It's there.
Seek and ye shall find.
That is no understatement.
Seek Him everyday with all your heart, mind, soul and strength.
Believe.

Drifting into the lives
seep into the soul where emotions hide
dark skies were beating me down
with shadows of deceit slashing at
trust till it forever bleeds
with doubt, with pain, with trust
is pain.
When it's time to feed to fulfill
the need to consume a breath
some will rise standing tall
breathing out all the breath from
the voice of a soul.
Acid, the tears of remorse
flow in vain, too late for regrets
save it
for the next ill fated game.
When it's time to feed to fulfill
the need to consume a breath
some will rise standing tall
breathing out all the breath from
the voice of a soul.

I really never did see a time

when my feet
were placed upon your mind

They seem to rise
go on their journey

I tried to hold it
all at once

didn't work

just stumbled
with one knee to the ground

lifting trying to halt that
ache

expelling all fears

washing away the tears

Waking the caverns of my soul

Then in silence
I waited to pay my toll

The wake you ask?

tis' the wake I look

at times
to only gather
and know

what was left behind?

tilling the toils of the mind

What we reap

We also sow