Poems about form

If poems were but manifestations
Of the same tune,
Never changing,
Words would be bland shadows.
We must escape our bonds
And try shades that are different,
So not to be a sheep in a pack of wolfs...

My heart and soul for you alone
You know our love has surely grown
I shall follow where you will lead
Your midnight love is all I need

Share your love with not another
Of your children I am mother
Hear me my love, I must now plead
Your midnight love is all I need

If you fall, I will be your rock
I was bred from the finest stock
My other half, for you I'll bleed
Your midnight love is all I need

Your arms around me, I could die
You keep me safe, so now I'll fly
I have your heart and now I'm freed
Your midnight love is all I need

I wonder if i would have made it in this site,
If the "request to join" button was always there.
My form of poetry is different,
It's reassurance to have a community outlet
With the option of keeping anonymous.

I wonder what the administrators idea of a worthy poem is
And how they rate it to let people in

What does music feel like?
I want to feel it for myself
Is it the written or printed
Signs representing vocal
Or instrumental sound?
Vocal or instrumental sounds
Combined in a way such
As to produce beauty of form,
Harmony and expression of
Emotion?

I can see lovers dancing
In windows. But I can't
Feel them dancing
For myself.

I have ripped out my own veins and transformed them into suspension ropes in order to keep myself above water.

I will pry my ribs open, cracking them off of my spine in order to use them to construct a bridge to bring refuge to those that i love.

And as my bones have
Grown stronger

And since
My eyes
Have seen
Color

I began to realize

That if
I
Can not have you

Someone else

Should.

The city's veins are neon slivers,
Puncturing converging planes
Where lambent eyes flow past in rivers,
Culture stains
The city's veins,

Indulgence chokes the avaricious,
Mirrors masked by scented smoke
Allure to something cold and vicious,
Vices coax,
Indulgence chokes,

The urban sprawl of fallen virtue,
Lights and sounds invite, enthrall,
Priorities of life desert you,
Under all
The urban sprawl.

Today, you seem

To swim consciously
In the blurry happenings

Absorptive
Of both their chaotic canopies
And their knotted stilts
In substantial intertwining


Your recent form, you
Effervescing lightness, as i deep-delve
Into your freeform spectacle
In scribes and silence

Is

A contemplated combobulation
In almost a hidden haziness: there's
But a fiery flame within
In boundless lucidity


Of the flaring galactical suns
And the sacred smoking eyeblack
Smears around from cores, the blackwhole scripts

That you realized
And still in the go as you grow
Full and null and full and null
And so. verse traverse

Your phasal swings
Unto that yielding amplitude

That one unreturning


Singularity


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