Scene I
I have forged my name in a old oak tree
From many years ago,
And left the other name blank
With the hope it will be fulfilled.
And I gazed deep into the sky,
Felt its love,
...
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Scene I
I have forged my name in a old oak tree
From many years ago,
And left the other name blank
With the hope it will be fulfilled.
And I gazed deep into the sky,
Felt its love,
...
In a time unbeknown,
I had been shaken from a deep sleep;
Another dimension,
Perhaps seen a thousand moons.
And in the space of a thousand phantoms,
Where appeared a scarlet angel
...
We visited the black gate and saw the sheer torment hidden from the mind;
the sunny days we had left behind.
For before us were strange sounds, and screaming from chambers unknown; with iron...
Be your own audience, write what entertains yourself. Be not be pigeonholed by dry spells or lost expectations; aim for the desire of writing to your interest.
I caught a glimpse of what you are...
I'm going to work on it some more. Yeah I hate it too, it's kind of a rough fill-in line. Like I was saying: Cliché ridden. Thanks miyako.
fluffernutter :)
Through death not life
I had been taken by a light,
one like a ballad in the sky
that I had never seen,
but taken to like
as if a sweet dream,
and I was the knight
carrying the torch
...
If I was left all alone
locked in a room far away;
I would only behold a picture frame
within would contain your face.
I would stare
from the lurch of my heart,
time with no space
...
Thank you guys for your input and reading my poem :)
Ever the tear falls from my skin
My heart expounds on the waves
The night they swept you away
And sent you to a rose covered grave
There I sleep beside you in my dream
Thanks Buh4Bee. I know some are non too pleased with it, but as they say, they don't pay the rent.
They seized upon one another in the galloping light,
Breath to breath, whole heartily -
Clutching the moment.
It was a prize of joy
To the young lover's hearts;
Who compelled each other, ...
Always something to learn when writing. Writing is perhaps the hardest thing in the world to do. I hope one day to write a passable piece of poetry.
Good points to ponder, thank you guys!
Alone At The Graves
I have found happiness there
In the cradle of life that doesn't speak;
The dead graves that breathe life,
As if they talk with beauty.
For happiness was fleeting, I grew...
Constructive analyses. Thank you AuntShecky!
What's your problem?
Not sure I understand your point.
Well the purpose was not to say one way or another; but I have a hard time believing that intelligent life was made out of nothing. In other words, I'm a creationist.
They tell of no God
Simply a product of evolution
A dust ball in space
Where all visions go to die.
In the moment of conception
I did not know why
I was just passing through
The evolutionary...
I'll make sure to post more!
Thank you Buh4Bee!
I saw the sky one day
Painted with white puffs,
And there were swirling winds
Dancing along hillsides
That sketched your face.
And fluffy snow was
Upon your eyes,
As you gazed up
In the...
Once upon an inspiration
I had been woken from a deep sleep,
And upon, spoken to by a high spirit
Who had called me to spread my wings.
And there having looked at she,
Much doubt arose in...
Arrayed beautifully, a thousand speckles of light, adorn your eyes.
At random times they gaze around like butterflies in midair delight.
Such platitudes of lofty summations I seldom give,
...