Poems Inspired by the Romantics

[Nirome]

The poems on this thread all have one thing in common. They are based on one of three important romantic themes: the beauty of nature, the innocence of childhood, and the corrupting influence of human society.

My poem is based on a cave painting.

Cave Painting
By Nirome

Time passes . . . fades upon all things,
settles foul dust upon all.
Time was . . . this wall breathed with life.
And shadows cast there,
took on a life
Beyond the jagged amber glow of fire.

Beneath the sheltering sky of rock caverns,
we sat and feasted.
Recreated bold days
of brave men coloring their world.
Men lived . . . drank the blood of the earth
and the blood of beasts.

Time was . . . massive creatures foraged through endless meadows,
the canopy of heaven unspoiled.
And men brandished, sharpened steel,
shook off the slumber and fear,
seeking the glory of the hunt,
the triumph of the kill.

Time passes . . . but these walls, though faded, never lie.
Truth etched in stones older than man.
Do you hear the death cry of the beast?
or the yells of ecstasy from the panting hunter,
whose spear tip has found its mark?

Come closer if you dare . . . light a fire,
breathe the dust of a thousand years,
and Listen to the sound of Time.

[wrestle-135]

Our Natives

Our Natives smart, wise and respectful
Respectful to mother nature
They only used her to live
Not make money like the white men
Never disturbing her natural beauty
Never pierced her skin till liquid poured out.
the liquid that destroys our skies and water
Fish can no longer be used for feasting
Birds can no longer soar through fresh air
O' What a shame without our Natives

Where are they now?
with there leather clothes and huts
vowing not to waste a single thing.
Where are they now?
with there soft tan skin and long black hair
Trying only to stay faithful
Where are they now?
for we long for there peaceful living
No cares but for surviving
O' What a shame without our Natives

[seymore butts88]

“A LOST CHILDHOOD"
Written by: Shawn Aquino

I can't remember first learning to ride a bike
My childhood's lost
My childhood's forgotten

Going through the park
On the old dirt road
Seeing a toad
While listening to a beautiful lark

I don't remember ever falling off
My dad told me the fall was soft
I must have forgotten what had happened
I said to my dad “O Captain, My Captain”
My childhood's lost
My childhood's forgotten

Breaking my wrist hurt so bad
Listening to everything said by my dad
The next day I had a game
Now I couldn't play and it was lame

I don't remember the doctor ever saying
All I remember is the awful tool spraying

The one thing I hated was being upset
Now coach told me stay on the bench you have to set
I hated the feeling of not playing
But I do recall now what the doctor was saying

Only one week and four long days
Till you can get up and learn the plays.

I remembered my childhood on that day
Standing on the mound the coach let me play!

[Rolandokun]

"Industry"

Bright summers morn
Child walks in a grassy meadow
Ignorant to this world he is born
Cast over him a dark shadow

Swept up in the the arms of another
Thrown into the life of work
Same they took him like his brother
Down he is forced into the murk

Long he stay not by his own choice
No more the boy feels for beauty
Never shall you hear him rejoice
The meadow is long gone to his duty

Dark is this evening dusk
Long gone is the innocent child
Nothing remains but a hard husk
In hand a shovel he shall wield

[Treesy-boi]

Children forced to fight for something they had no part in.
Children that are made to go to war.
Only because their dad made them.
Not because they want to.
But because their family told them thats what god wants.
Children the most innocent ever.
No television to corrupt them.
Only what they are told.
Parents telling them that this is what they must do.

Soldiers from a far away land.
The children should praise them.
Some do but then they turn.
Their parents told them soldiers are bad.
Not knowing, they do as asked of them.
For a country that they had almost no part of.
They give their lives only because their parents wanted them to.
Children that should have long lives ahead of them.
Only living until age ten or so.
Such a shame.
The childrens innocence is wasted because their parents hated someone they never met.
Someone who was only trying to help.

[tluvmcjones12]

the forest

Full of living towers
so tall and full of green
I quiver at the power
of the massive screen
formed by the leaves
so temporary
as seasons change leaves
will fall creating new life for one and all
I don't know how
I don't know why
There is a reason for the process
So precises and unfailing
the state of the forest during fall
there is so much beauty to behold
although the weather is turning cold
I will venture out among the trees
to absorb the natural beauty god has bestowed
undeserving the world takes this beauty for granted

[kaylee_shea1988]

When I was a child back in the day,
I didn't have any worries, I could just run and play.
I didn't have to remember to brush my teeth,
Because my mommy always reminded me.

I can't remember exactly
All the things I've done
But I know now just by heart
That they defiantly had to be fun.

When you look back on your memories
And then you suddenly realize,
That your very own life,
Is no longer a big surprise.

With age comes maturity,
And with maturity there comes task.
It's time you defiantly grow up,
Theres no time now to turn back.

Childhood has a meaning,
A meaning of being free
Theres no stopping what I've done
Because it meant so much to me.


When I was young,
I wanted to grow up fast.
But now theres no way
Of going back to the past.

So when you think it's time
Remember what I've said
And the day will come that you will finally realize
One day you will be dead.

[Schwarzenegger1]

The Great Catch
By Ben Smith

I sit on my bucket waiting
waiting for the one.
The one thats been taunting all day.
I think he knows.

He knows I'm trying to catch him.
He's has to know
I've caught almost everything else
but not him.

I sit on my bucket waiting
waiting for him to bite.
I'm not leaving till I catch this one.
I think this is it!

I think I've got it.
Nope just a bass.
It's almost as if he's sending other fish to my line.
I've been here since the sun awoke.

The sun is now about to sleep.
Here goes the last cast of the day,
is this it, I think it is
Nope maybe next time.

[billybob89]

The Woods
By Levi Jones

The woods is green as far as i can see,
It makes me wonder how this grew.
More and more weeds and bushes grow,
as the leaves blow they seem to talk.
They talk a beautiful language,
The wind grows with more words.

So now I'm half way through,
There so much to see in the bark.
The red tint so neat to see,
The feel of it is splinters.
Now time is setting in when everything is at its bloom,
There so dry that they drink,
Hoping they will not wither.

I'm more than three quarters done,
When I notice this one tree,
It's big as a house with bedrooms.
It looks like a tower of dreams,
The creatures in this home are happy.
Now I"m through the woods,
I turn to see what nature has really done.

[ichellema]

Dusk

By: Ichellema

Fire that burns throughout the sky,
It leaves me feeling fearful inside.
Sitting, looking, from out the bay
I stare at it, from a long workday,
It's up there so high in space
Yet I see it from eye to eye.
Does it come down to just say, “Hi”?
Or to show us are doom
that might come soon?
I shiver a little inside.

But as dusk starts to fall
Minute by minute
I sense that it's not such a threat anymore.
It's turned peaceful somehow
and now thats it's falling down
Out of site,out of mind,
I wish it would still stick around
for it makes me feel like the whole world
wants to tell me all it's lore.
And it fills me with such a hopeful night.

[Stallone]

Ocean Goddess

Last night I dreamed of the Ocean
She was the color of my soul
Moonlight went across her waves
As she silently crashed and rolled
She held the starlight captive
Within her indigo hues
The reflections surrounding
Add magic to her blues
She called to me in whispers
Her breath caressed my skin
And she managed to seduce me
With tales of where she'd been
Last night I let her take me
Both of us arm in arm
And drown me in her beauty
She memorized me with her charms
I was released onto the shore
With her fingers of velvet blue
I gave myself up to her
As I'd always known I'd do

[vhaney]

Wow Brandon,
Great imagery on Ocean Goddess. I've lived that piece before. Thanks,


The little boy hid behind the door
Of his parents room after the school day
He was only eight years old no more
And there behind the door he would stay
Life to him seemed unfair
And circumstance unkind
So in hiding he took care
And behind the door was blind
To the reality of lifes’ evil
A world he created of his own
Where birds sang in church steeples
And seeds of future life were sown
Now a man he is, growing old
Searching for love in a world
Where hearts seem to have grown cold
And straight lines have become curled.
A little boy behind a door
Hiding from life so difficult to bear
Love he wants, nothing more
And someone for which to care

[ado07]

Tornadoes
By Alex Ort

You harness the power to destroy anything
Nothing can stop you
Destruction of whole cities or just one barn
No one can control you
You are not alone in your mayham

Hail, lightning and rain mark youre presense
Big or small, the same devistation
Just one or sometmies twins
You have no mercy.

Some say your mother is evil
Yet she can make a rainbow all the same
No one can track you
Twisting and swerving with such force
Your power so strong, your life so short
Your creator has ended you.

Storms follow cleaning up anything missed
Your wind still blows
The storm has passed
Silence fills the air
Life begins to emerge once again.

Respect has been earned
Man begins to rebuild with a new understanding
Your death is short lived
Your mother plotting once again
The time is right, you are born again.

[mwm07]

You make people wake up at 5am
While you are still asleep
It may be 5 below zero
But man still wakes
Just for a chance of seeing you

After waking and driving to the place
Man walks quietly across the field
To sit and wait for hours and hours
Man fights his instinct to leave
If he does he knows he won't succeed

After sunrise you finally appear
You make mans heart race
And his arms shake
As you near the whole body starts to shake
Hunter raises the gun and starts to aim

You pause and listen
You scrape the ground and start to turn
Hunter becomes nervous and pulls trigger
You take off running then fall
Hunter has a story to tell all his friends

[Hildy23]

Mountains, streams,and trees.
the beauty of nature.
Nothing else comes close.
The freedom of nature
the only place to be free
and reflect on ones actions and the world

The sounds of nature are so calming
the streams flowing
the birds cherping
and the wind blowing.
It is just calming.

When the water is flowing
it makes such a peaceful tone
to make all the pains go away.
Just sitting and looking
and listening

All the colors of nature
just make brilliant glow
going here makes you want to just stay
forever and never go
back to all the problems of society.