lost melodies (Levianelle) by ArtCrusade, literature
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lost melodies (Levianelle)
petal after petal dies to the blight
where I lay down my tears for another night.
grimly raging towards the mourning sky
a little seedling grows in dismal light.
its afterglow induced into my sleep
from a drawer stuffed with broken melodies.
hid beneath socks and shorts, and buried quite deep,
petal after petal dies to the blight;
each petal a ferry, ever ready to fly,
but melt to shreds before the sun's blazing light.
they were time's physical sweep,
yet their scent fades to pale memories,
silently leaving as I sleep.
where I lay down my tears for another night,
no augur could scry
what awe-clad plant will writhe in the light
of my con
Broken Hearts (Iteratio Sextem) by ArtCrusade, literature
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Broken Hearts (Iteratio Sextem)
Say, can you fix a broken heart?
By a silver lining engraved,
how could it ever break apart
with all things at hand which it craved?
Say, can you tell when it depraved?
This, our most vulnerable part,
by a silver lining engraved -
did it beat in vain from the start?
Cold chains constricting it athwart,
it beats only to be enslaved.
This our most vulnerable part,
torn apart by the God it praised.
Say, can you fix a broken heart,
this our most vulnerable part?
It beats only to be enslaved
by the silver lining engraved.
Your Image Haunts Me (Iteratio Sextem) by ArtCrusade, literature
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Your Image Haunts Me (Iteratio Sextem)
I can't get you out of my head.
Your lips are just a blink away,
us together, the tears we've shed -
but all my hopes were led astray.
Yearn to see you in full display
or covered in sheets on my bed.
Your lips are just a blink away,
with love and joy and words unsaid.
Would love to hold you but instead
I dream of your hips' subtle sway,
your naked body on my bed
that marks rise and fall of my day.
I can't get you out of my head;
you covered in sheets on my bed,
I dream of your hips' subtle sway -
dream your lips are but a blink away.
can you not see,
I weave this sonnet
to prove forms are dated,
blown away by the wind, changed?
The Sonnetmeter may look strange,
but at least it's not overrated
and corpo-realises a locket.
It breaks the traditional sonnet's bane,
comes with a fresh and daring new draft
that Men have never before seen.
It still fashions lines fourteen
and needs a poet's craft,
else it ends in shame
and misery.
Written Word (Inversionmeter) by ArtCrusade, literature
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Written Word (Inversionmeter)
Written word
is a promise come true,
emotions soak lifeless thread.
Say, does it really matter
whether the page is full
or empty?
A blank page
is a solemn promise
to limn worlds with fantasy.
Say, does it really matter
whether the page is full
or empty?
Sonnet No. 13 (Soaring Sonnet) by ArtCrusade, literature
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Sonnet No. 13 (Soaring Sonnet)
Night, o Night! - Beauty without light.
Your knights, warden in lucent gold;
their hands wield swords of blackest hue,
and their eyes glint with wisdom bright.
O, they are a sight to behold -
ev'ry night they unfold anew.
Three knights of noblest ancestry
that thee have blessed, in rise and fall.
'Tis your call that urges them on,
their steps foregone by destiny.
Pale moon's light the sea doth befall
before the black knights bawl the dawn.
Where night recedes coming of light,
three knights stand to aid you in plight.
Hello, My Friend (Mirrornelle) by ArtCrusade, literature
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Hello, My Friend (Mirrornelle)
Hello, Alanna, it has been a while,
though I never asked why you said goodbye -
I would like to hear it, so please tell me why.
All I want to know is you truly smile.
Come on, Alanna, let us walk a mile,
let us walk beneath the radiant sky.
Hello, Alanna, it has been a while.
Are things going well on the UK-isle?
Don't give me that exasperated sigh,
all I want to know is you really smile.
Either way, I see that all goes in style
(mind you, that means before my mental eye)
Hello, Alanna, it has been a while.
I heard you found your love in chemistry;
have you stumbled across your destiny?
There is no trick, or jest, or hidden guile,
all I
Rise To Fall (Inversionmeter) by ArtCrusade, literature
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Rise To Fall (Inversionmeter)
you feel low
but the sun is rising
carries on until the night
do not let your head hang low
the sun rises to fall
ev'ry day
so get up
when the sun is rising
carry on until the night
do not let your head hang low
the sun rises to fall
ev'ry day
It's Over (Inversionmeter) by ArtCrusade, literature
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It's Over (Inversionmeter)
Oh, you fool!
Get a mind of your own!
Even though she said it so,
don't you dare think it's over
simply because she says:
"It's over."
Oh, woman!
I hope you find your mind!
Even though you said it so,
don't you dare think it's over
simply because you say:
"It's over."
Growing Up (Inversionmeter) by ArtCrusade, literature
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Growing Up (Inversionmeter)
We start small
but soon we grow quite tall;
pride too grows with ev'ry inch.
With every single inch
our loved parents' prayers
fade away.
Dwindling down,
they meet us half the way,
until we talk face to face.
With every single inch
our loved parents' prayers
fade away