Here is my new poem called Jar Of Fire. Hope you like it!

Every time I visit this thread I can't help but yearn for a Newground poetry/writers tab. You guys are so talented.

a cat wearing glasses

would be quite the strange sight

because cats are not known 

for acting quite  right

a cat doing taxes 

would be naught but bizarre

because cats are impatient

however they are

if cats could write poems

it might be quite grand

to see what they think

 of their pets called humans.

Fairies of the nights

Aviation Obstruction Lights

Why are you so lonely?

On the night’s onliest window, I reside

I look, I look, for lights in the sky

My own visual lullaby.

Full many a glow of pure volition

To most, their mission hidden

But I am the one to listen

Up high where you’ve been risen,

I will, one day, rest my disposition.

In the country there are fireflies

But up here we have you

May be tired eyes,

But your red matches our navy blue.

The city; chaotic

But you’re so serene

A charm all so hypnotic

Though it is so mean,

Many a flower bloom unseen.

So many red lights

The stars of the starless nights

Dots on pedestals.

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Here's an accompanying image I made for this:

Rosario Vampire

In death in love I walked towards you, tears falling to the floor

as I march towards the conviction for the love that you displayed

yes I know you lied to me

yes I had real feelings

yes I still wish there was something like you that you sold

To me, my innocence caring, hoping that there was one in the world that I could fall in love with

even if it was at the end of my life on my deathbed

even if I did never receive I still care to someday to taste in full, all that was stolen

renewed when its delivered back to me untouched, if ever it was meant to be. My love who all rapaciously claimed to steal and murder and exploit

I was with you, but you were not with me.

and harem fantasies displayed over shroud the youth I had and desire I searched after for something true and destroyed my life, my idol of worship in a cartoon to others had taste to great length and desire, real life fulfilled but not did taste once or more the tears swelling up in the hearts of others, and someone you should love, I would have stored in the depths of my soul clean and innocent blood for one who I would know that I awaited to feed. My love to someone who I thought I deserved to bestow my innocence, blood and soul in a matrimony that to God, God would honor.

But Man has fallen away from true love,

and for, death would come to us all.

Confession of Guilt

I never made it mine to become some great one

but only desired it because it was instilled in me

by false encouragement by a generation that never made it theirs

to honor

I've always wanted the most of obvious desires, because it was desired by all, because it was what all would want, because it is what all deserved

if only each was given their own, having there not being amongst the greedy.

Which I have no merot in, and this is of no humile hope

as I attest that I do desire my flesh and am connivingly in admittance of

having made my attempt to receive my contrived desire for filth and call it love.

If only I had done the will of The Lord, I would have received what I wanted, even though I am just another man, with his imperfections,

and in the eyes of the Lord, would let me be, seeing that, that would do,

with some humility and some prudence to know where to stop.

Since I desired to have a virgin and make her my whore.

To what discretion, I do not know, since the depths of lust can be disgusting. And we've all seen what is out there. And we've seen what is within, and certainly I do not desire excrement, but something honorable.

How my love and youth has faded, how my love has faded, how my love has faded, how my hope has made it apparent to me, was sullied and died

while climbing the tree, to maybe someday know a woman who I could call the stone that all have thrown around, and hit me. My baby, my girl, my woman,

my love, if I could only call you that. But you are a liar, and I am only a liar who claims that I would not have been amongst you,

Killing others in character for my satisfaction. But this is no longer a testament of love. But confession of guilt, And I vehemently endure, without exclaiming to the world my idiocy.

But confess, that humility is now all that I care about, since I will not inherit but what can be made of pain.

Since I loved, and no one loved back,

since I had made a statement about life,

and was refuted and made indignant

since I was called a fool to put it simply

and my travesties were also offended calling my life a sob story

and moving on to their appreciation of their inconveniency.

Travesties and the inexistent tragedy that I so sought after to masochise

my lowliness and call it justified, my pride, becoming apparent.

I tried to call myself a king, and give myself to a demise.

Address it to the world, as though it was something to proclaim,

that pain was ever a reason to roar, But to call out to God because regardless we will be called forth to admit this to

Him anyway.

Truth has never been an inconvenience.

And wisdom has not failed. But we have made our existence to be something else.

God bless, because He certainly does.

falling apart maybe I'll become the sea

oceans bursting full of integrity

If that is what is in me

I am the rose and I won't be kissing anyone

since love has left the earth

I had strawberries or sunflowers

in my eyes

No room for candy in my life

Thought I'd dine next to an

ocean of wine

when the horizon was more 

than just

another line

the train leaving the

 station soon

 as I find a place to put my luggage

as I ride out of june

: station soon

: as I find a place to put my luggage

dank 👍

: station soon

: as I find a place to put my luggage

Was that a Seal reference?

probably, it’s a popular song. I think I thought about it for a second while writing this but wasn’t adamant about being a reference, I was thinking more about the state of the world post 2020.

The Bells of Ide

Quails hide

Beneath the dell

Beneath the stygian veil of Ide

Mist lies

Over the fell

Over the moonless dale we ride

Stones weep

Moonlight sleeps

'Neath the etherean shade of Ide

Stars wink

Shadows speak

'Cross the Plutonian glade we ride

Of the verse, the scholars

Writ a different tense

Cloaked about, with collars

And clad in impudence

Tonight, I now beseech you

To know the true affair

To know all, what we've been through

Like you were with us there

To see that, which we've lived through

Like you were watching there

Quails hide

Beneath the dell

In evantide

Over the fell

Stones weep

Among the shade

The shadows speak

Across the glade

We ride

The tolling bell

Of forlorn Ide

Its final knell

We ride

The iron bell

Of crimson Ide

Our story tell

Ah, alright. Cool poem nonetheless!

Wow dude, this is so cool!

I had no idea there were so many words for "valley", but I guess they're not quite the same.

yeah, old-timey poems are cool like that

You bet! I love reading through them!

Metamorphosis

I am afraid

Of the goings-on of the outside world.

I feared the intangible villain

Of which my mind greatly fabricated.

I feared the ticking clock

I feared annihilation

I feared the gyration of immovable objects.

Until the elder

Humble and knowledgeable

Soothed my callow mind with reason

That I ne’er not know until that fateful day.

I was freed.

I was afraid.

Hey Love, My Love

Hey love my love

How I care for you like blooming flowers in springtime

Your presence like the cool breeze in summertime

Hey love my love

Sing to me with your whole heart

Express to me how you feel for me

My love for you over flows

You capture it all with your embrace

Life is so fucking fleeting

A bastard son with a bastard gun

Barrel to the temple,

but who's the one competing?

. . .

My mother caught COVID once

And now she grips my arms and begs,

"I'm sorry my little one."

I say, "It's okay,

because tomorrow will surely come instead."

Although I'm not sure,

my mind starts to deter;

dawn breaking,

bringing unmeasured pressure

The weight of a thousand degree weather

The sweat from my brow

Tears streaming out

Life's an inferno we can't live without

I know

I can't guarantee anything now

So I run and scream until my lungs give out

To dust, to dust, we all have our route

To trust, to trust, fate stares at the crowd

Will They single me out ?

Time will determine if it all ends

Stuck inside a singular bout.

Personally, I enjoy poetry that has a hidden message.

Sometimes God is gHEY

Sometimes God is grHEYt

Life is what you mHEYk

IT'S FAT ALBERT

Are you calling me God?

Nyes :v

Made Legends

Not a mountain I can’t climb

Not a fight I can’t win

My feet made more swift then tornado force wind

Not a mountain I can’t climb

Not a fight I can’t win

With passion that heart like a sun within

Not a mountain I can’t climb

Not a fight I can’t win

Never giving up, beast mode to the end

Melancholia

Been a while hasn’t it?

You look like sephora threw up on you

I look like a tired old accountant going through a midlife crisis

We’ve seen worse days haven’t we?

Can’t say I miss you

All we did was lie, scream, and cry

But God, weren’t those days great?

Like two broken jigsaw pieces

We fit so well

I’ve seen you around ya know?

Sitting on floors covered in glitter and brightly colored trash

Causing mudslides of celebrity mascara, almost pulling me in

Have you seen me around?

Talking to girls who’s body count is higher than their brain cells

Playing invisible drums while I act like I’m listening music

We haven’t changed that much have we?

The Tree You See

There is the tree you see,

The tree with it's many uses.

They are the world's key,

The key for what it produces.

They give life to the air,

Birthing nutrients from the leaves.

But please be aware,

It may hide ruin within it's sleeves

Among the bark hides many creatures,

Providing shelter to the small.

But there is a threat more than beavers,

Flames and tools can be fault.

Trees are wonderful I agree;

Look upon the tree you see.

if time was a time box

i'd ask quickly to get off

take a crisp breath of fresh air

let lungs go soft without care

just need a moment

a second to spare

while every second is golden

TIME: the arcade cabinent

and the screen's never frozen

In late October

The Summer will not let go

Where has autumn gone?

this poem will never finish

my existence ain't bleak; it's blessed

covered in glore-ific war wounds

out of control and poor, dude

up to the knees in horrible dole, dude

happiness takes a toll, dude

fifty-three cents; on a roll, dude

if i'm trippin' then i'm in lortnoc, dude

tihs

pu dekcuf adnik

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whoops, i hope things stay like this.

Show Me, Show Me

Today, it hurts

Tomorrow, its worse "O my love, you reminisce!

Much too much in days like this,"

Morning, I reel

Evening, I feel "Every time and in between!

I will show you what I mean

Slow to anger, quick to dream

Grief is not as long as it seems,"

Tonight, it aches

Tomorrow, I wake

When are these humours mending?

I see nothing but the ending

I know nothing--no comprehending

In dark, it pains

In light, it rains

"Take my hand! O take my hand!

I will make you understand

You are still, just a child

Bright, beautiful, tender and mild

Let go, your cares, for some other day

Dream! O dream! as sweet as you may

Not for a moment--for ever be

At peace, at rest, tranquility

Darling, love, rest your head

Rest your weary head on me,"

This has really good energy, yo ^^