DarkZZ
05-02-2008, 12:45 AM
I'm just going to post a few of the favorite poems that I've written here. Tell me what you think.
Catching Daisies
“Let’s go out today and pick flowers,” She said
“The daisies are sprouting, blooming from the lead.”
He, melancholily, stared outside with dread.
“But the sky, the clouds; they’re all falling down-dead.”
He said, and noticed for the first time her radioactive eyes
Dazzling, sparkling, scintillating in the florescent light.
Her gaze was searing to the flesh
Like her phosphorescent fingers
Burning holes into his chest.
He tried tell to her, that is about her eyes,
But she dismissed him, saying
“You should not tell me such silly lies.”
“Now come outside. It’s a wonderful day to feel alive”
And out stepped she onto the ultraviolet line
That pulled her through the towers of grass that walled both sides
Until upon the ridge she and, shortly after, he did arrive.
(The sentries from their towers watched as there he found her supine)
Simply, she asked him, “Are you ready to plunge from this grace so sublimely divine?”
“But the fall,” he said, “the fall is so great.”
“Are you afraid?” She saw him on his hands and knees.
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry, the flowers down there are as big as a man; they’ll catch us.”
Over the precipice she went. He followed.
In a pollen daze the petals clasped them softly,
Until the chromatic whorl unfurled into a dandelion sail
And caught fire in the summer heat, sickly and sweet.
Burning, she emerged, radiating and glowing, golden
At the hour of the irradiated dawn
Which was the color of a dream of iridescent twilight
Where the sharp waves of the ocean touched the feathery fringe of the sky.
The daisies fell from the sky like snow,
And upon her brow they melted
Like the skin sliding away til only bone showed.
With all of the x-rays piercing the air,
He could have seen her dancing skeleton anyways
And the plasma white skull grinning back.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t pluck you any. They singed my fingers”
“Oh well,” she said, “there’s always tomorrow.”
“There is.”
He said, “There is.”
Her neon sign eyes smiled.
Her Eyes Demure
Her eyes demure, deluged in jewels, caught
My gaze distressed, enthralled within those stones
But she permitted me nought, so distraught
Was I, kneeling before her polished thrones.
Her eyes demur, her courtly veiled iris
Eludes my gaze, ignores my sole request.
The one bright word did I find desirous
Is but the utterance she won’t attest.
Yet laugh on still I, for her presence shines
Nearby, the high dayburst of diamond teeth
Reminding me there are no eveningtides
Despite her title she would not bequeath.
Although she vexes me beyond all good sense
I know not how I lived without her hence.
Eidolon
Eidolons float in on many-fingered rafters.
Desolate space in the soul and still
Beating in unison whispers shrill
Of apparitions striking soft chords of laughter
So often faded by in notes of lighter joy.
How the soft words have new meaning then
Dripping a lucence on past time when
A child in hushed manner arrayed her twinkling toy.
Wide-eyed ideals of a yesterday
Almost remembered but forgotten now in tears
Glisten above the room’s timbers laden with fears
Kneeled at a post of a bed to say
Harmony reigns in the rain to play
Among the puddles of come what may.
Profound Distraction
I love
the semiquaver beat
of your effervescent breath
as your arms enclose my breast
honey melting over me
and golden speckled surprise
(I find myself in those eyes(
and silken sheen of damask
find the moon’s beams silver, fair-
remind me only of your hair))
the promise of your closed lips,
the promise of a night’s dream,
the promise of a Sunday smile,
ragged and shallow whisper
that no one but I could hear
how your wispy words now are clear
most of all, your tiny hands
could touch and pluck my heartstrings,
even as you turn away,
(d) you.
Catching Daisies
“Let’s go out today and pick flowers,” She said
“The daisies are sprouting, blooming from the lead.”
He, melancholily, stared outside with dread.
“But the sky, the clouds; they’re all falling down-dead.”
He said, and noticed for the first time her radioactive eyes
Dazzling, sparkling, scintillating in the florescent light.
Her gaze was searing to the flesh
Like her phosphorescent fingers
Burning holes into his chest.
He tried tell to her, that is about her eyes,
But she dismissed him, saying
“You should not tell me such silly lies.”
“Now come outside. It’s a wonderful day to feel alive”
And out stepped she onto the ultraviolet line
That pulled her through the towers of grass that walled both sides
Until upon the ridge she and, shortly after, he did arrive.
(The sentries from their towers watched as there he found her supine)
Simply, she asked him, “Are you ready to plunge from this grace so sublimely divine?”
“But the fall,” he said, “the fall is so great.”
“Are you afraid?” She saw him on his hands and knees.
“Yes.”
“Don’t worry, the flowers down there are as big as a man; they’ll catch us.”
Over the precipice she went. He followed.
In a pollen daze the petals clasped them softly,
Until the chromatic whorl unfurled into a dandelion sail
And caught fire in the summer heat, sickly and sweet.
Burning, she emerged, radiating and glowing, golden
At the hour of the irradiated dawn
Which was the color of a dream of iridescent twilight
Where the sharp waves of the ocean touched the feathery fringe of the sky.
The daisies fell from the sky like snow,
And upon her brow they melted
Like the skin sliding away til only bone showed.
With all of the x-rays piercing the air,
He could have seen her dancing skeleton anyways
And the plasma white skull grinning back.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t pluck you any. They singed my fingers”
“Oh well,” she said, “there’s always tomorrow.”
“There is.”
He said, “There is.”
Her neon sign eyes smiled.
Her Eyes Demure
Her eyes demure, deluged in jewels, caught
My gaze distressed, enthralled within those stones
But she permitted me nought, so distraught
Was I, kneeling before her polished thrones.
Her eyes demur, her courtly veiled iris
Eludes my gaze, ignores my sole request.
The one bright word did I find desirous
Is but the utterance she won’t attest.
Yet laugh on still I, for her presence shines
Nearby, the high dayburst of diamond teeth
Reminding me there are no eveningtides
Despite her title she would not bequeath.
Although she vexes me beyond all good sense
I know not how I lived without her hence.
Eidolon
Eidolons float in on many-fingered rafters.
Desolate space in the soul and still
Beating in unison whispers shrill
Of apparitions striking soft chords of laughter
So often faded by in notes of lighter joy.
How the soft words have new meaning then
Dripping a lucence on past time when
A child in hushed manner arrayed her twinkling toy.
Wide-eyed ideals of a yesterday
Almost remembered but forgotten now in tears
Glisten above the room’s timbers laden with fears
Kneeled at a post of a bed to say
Harmony reigns in the rain to play
Among the puddles of come what may.
Profound Distraction
I love
the semiquaver beat
of your effervescent breath
as your arms enclose my breast
honey melting over me
and golden speckled surprise
(I find myself in those eyes(
and silken sheen of damask
find the moon’s beams silver, fair-
remind me only of your hair))
the promise of your closed lips,
the promise of a night’s dream,
the promise of a Sunday smile,
ragged and shallow whisper
that no one but I could hear
how your wispy words now are clear
most of all, your tiny hands
could touch and pluck my heartstrings,
even as you turn away,
(d) you.