HeoL_InsArtTure
04-04-2005, 02:47 PM
Hail. I've just registered and I'm quite pleasant with the forums.
Because of the fact that I generally write poetry, I would like to post some of my poems for you to take a look at them. Then you can freely critisise them ;)
Have a nice reading on some Bulgarian poetry in English style:
Here it is an epic narrative poem:
Burning Choler
She saw nothing in a world of nothingness
But for all that she’s ‘bout to detest
All her forbears
and her future heirs
The world the earth with all its deep layers
The mind’s eye and the sorrow that tears!
There was not a beginning and there won’t be
But there is an end much closer than she can see
And now she stands in the falling rain
With her fears and her deepest pain
Of chaos and disgust it comes to her
For a final senseless prayer she kneels
Her fingers crossed and her heart still
In the silence she pretends all is a thrill
In the silence she’s trying to forget
All the smashing creatures she has met
All the burning hopes she has fed!
And there was a time when she was less
Furious and not believing in nothingness
She fought through dark ages and through time
She didn’t give in when she fell in the grime
Through a thousand battles in the vale
The fate was playing a game behind the veil
Benighted under the mighty yews
Hearing the ceaseless whines and yells
She believed in nobility and pride
She rode for she thought it was right
And now in the twilight roofless chamber
Thousands of drops ripping her hair like ember
Fierce memories are pinning her mind
‘bout the martyrs in their cells so blind
About all these humans trying to bind
About the riddle how it will all unwind
As she’s kneeled onto the marble floor
A strident push upsets the chamber’s door
She shivers and rears her bitter blurred stare
A macabre monster is standing there
His bloody and unrelenting crimson eyes
are gazing at the female with demise
Her trembling hands couldn’t hold the blade
The creature approaches with boldness not to fade
It leans awesomely over the shuddering human
Then she returns her mind and becomes an imprudent
She screams in horror blindness and terror
She beheads and falls back as if in an error.
The blackish blood that scattered onto her face
Gives her now the furious agony,
And she lays down the floor ablaze…
She: Delour the mistress of the human flame
Lost in unconsciousness unable to tame,
Is now staring at the grim gray sky
Whispering silent words from a lullaby
And quivering her eyes filled with both
Tears and sky-water so cold
And she remembers there was an old time
In the mount village close to the Master of rhyme
In the pinewoods and to the skies of the hawk
In the north land where the bliss used to stalk
She remembered the pretty days of her youth
When running wildly, unchained not knowing the truth
When giving hopes and joy to the tread
Not fear, not tears, not death!
Then an unbearable memory came to the wet torn body
The first battle in the Noldor’s dale
In the middle of a fight the robust fierce male
The same rain was covering them all
A gift or a curse the Gods to bestow
The man had aimed his merciless blow
With his axe to her neck and she tried to crawl
Then the same hit as the one a minute before
She struck the human and moved no further more
She was terrified to look at the lifeless carcass
She was lucky-no one came there to harass
Her hands covered with scarlet blood
Were holding tightly, strongly the watered earth
And the blood merged with the rainy water
As in the prophecy of the ancient Faulter.
She lay to her first victim of the senseless war
And nobody knew what it was waged for.
All these memories are killing her terribly
She is lying huddled and dying fallibly
The hammer-falling drops already suffocating
The north winds playing their eternal fating
The last vision comes to her of a thousand dead
All the enemies that have bled
Her face glistens in blue pale-ochre and black pied
She the Burning Choler died…
Here is one more:
One But Not Single
I shouldn’t fall
In this no-revelation
In this secret thrall
And in this intimidation
I crawled till I reached
The very summit of it all
And there’re still who preached
For the sins to recall
Cause who preaches is never to fall
Cause there’ll be always one to grow
And there on the very cover
I saw the feathers and the remnants
I thought it was all over
But then a spark rose above
I fear the vision, I fear the light
I know the answers that’re holding tight
The darkest hour awaits
The dale-weak and leered
And I’m treading on the fates,
Upon the fates of those who feared
Like the most affected
Once I was in control
Promising to all I know
Seeing the moonlight erected
Do I mean nothing
To all these feeble souls ahead?
Do I mean nothing
Will I live or perish instead?
“Unbar The gates”- I was crying
Unlace the mind and see the dying
Again unbeknown to me
These fools have deferred
Why did I not see?
Cause I’m one of them besmirched…
I have many more-if you want them-just inform me-I hope you,ve liked these ones
Because of the fact that I generally write poetry, I would like to post some of my poems for you to take a look at them. Then you can freely critisise them ;)
Have a nice reading on some Bulgarian poetry in English style:
Here it is an epic narrative poem:
Burning Choler
She saw nothing in a world of nothingness
But for all that she’s ‘bout to detest
All her forbears
and her future heirs
The world the earth with all its deep layers
The mind’s eye and the sorrow that tears!
There was not a beginning and there won’t be
But there is an end much closer than she can see
And now she stands in the falling rain
With her fears and her deepest pain
Of chaos and disgust it comes to her
For a final senseless prayer she kneels
Her fingers crossed and her heart still
In the silence she pretends all is a thrill
In the silence she’s trying to forget
All the smashing creatures she has met
All the burning hopes she has fed!
And there was a time when she was less
Furious and not believing in nothingness
She fought through dark ages and through time
She didn’t give in when she fell in the grime
Through a thousand battles in the vale
The fate was playing a game behind the veil
Benighted under the mighty yews
Hearing the ceaseless whines and yells
She believed in nobility and pride
She rode for she thought it was right
And now in the twilight roofless chamber
Thousands of drops ripping her hair like ember
Fierce memories are pinning her mind
‘bout the martyrs in their cells so blind
About all these humans trying to bind
About the riddle how it will all unwind
As she’s kneeled onto the marble floor
A strident push upsets the chamber’s door
She shivers and rears her bitter blurred stare
A macabre monster is standing there
His bloody and unrelenting crimson eyes
are gazing at the female with demise
Her trembling hands couldn’t hold the blade
The creature approaches with boldness not to fade
It leans awesomely over the shuddering human
Then she returns her mind and becomes an imprudent
She screams in horror blindness and terror
She beheads and falls back as if in an error.
The blackish blood that scattered onto her face
Gives her now the furious agony,
And she lays down the floor ablaze…
She: Delour the mistress of the human flame
Lost in unconsciousness unable to tame,
Is now staring at the grim gray sky
Whispering silent words from a lullaby
And quivering her eyes filled with both
Tears and sky-water so cold
And she remembers there was an old time
In the mount village close to the Master of rhyme
In the pinewoods and to the skies of the hawk
In the north land where the bliss used to stalk
She remembered the pretty days of her youth
When running wildly, unchained not knowing the truth
When giving hopes and joy to the tread
Not fear, not tears, not death!
Then an unbearable memory came to the wet torn body
The first battle in the Noldor’s dale
In the middle of a fight the robust fierce male
The same rain was covering them all
A gift or a curse the Gods to bestow
The man had aimed his merciless blow
With his axe to her neck and she tried to crawl
Then the same hit as the one a minute before
She struck the human and moved no further more
She was terrified to look at the lifeless carcass
She was lucky-no one came there to harass
Her hands covered with scarlet blood
Were holding tightly, strongly the watered earth
And the blood merged with the rainy water
As in the prophecy of the ancient Faulter.
She lay to her first victim of the senseless war
And nobody knew what it was waged for.
All these memories are killing her terribly
She is lying huddled and dying fallibly
The hammer-falling drops already suffocating
The north winds playing their eternal fating
The last vision comes to her of a thousand dead
All the enemies that have bled
Her face glistens in blue pale-ochre and black pied
She the Burning Choler died…
Here is one more:
One But Not Single
I shouldn’t fall
In this no-revelation
In this secret thrall
And in this intimidation
I crawled till I reached
The very summit of it all
And there’re still who preached
For the sins to recall
Cause who preaches is never to fall
Cause there’ll be always one to grow
And there on the very cover
I saw the feathers and the remnants
I thought it was all over
But then a spark rose above
I fear the vision, I fear the light
I know the answers that’re holding tight
The darkest hour awaits
The dale-weak and leered
And I’m treading on the fates,
Upon the fates of those who feared
Like the most affected
Once I was in control
Promising to all I know
Seeing the moonlight erected
Do I mean nothing
To all these feeble souls ahead?
Do I mean nothing
Will I live or perish instead?
“Unbar The gates”- I was crying
Unlace the mind and see the dying
Again unbeknown to me
These fools have deferred
Why did I not see?
Cause I’m one of them besmirched…
I have many more-if you want them-just inform me-I hope you,ve liked these ones