Poems Inspired by the Romantics
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.
http://faculty.evansville.edu/rl29/a...caux_bulls.jpg
Memories from my childhood
Memories from my childhood
We'd walk through the trails
Bugs in our hair
We get lost in the woods with no where to go
Yell at the top of our lungs for someone to help us
Out comes Julia with the paddle
We play in the bushes
Pretend we're in Narnia
We never realized the bushes were next to the road
Once again we get in trouble
We'd camp out in the camper at night
Sitting next to the fire
We'd always pick a fight
Who got to sleep where was usually our arguments
By the time night fell we always ran to the house
Camping was our favorite thing to do
We'd lay motionless in the fields for hours
Never anything to do
Her name was Amanda
My name is Amy
We loved camping
http://www.travelwithachallenge.com/...ness-Inlet.jpg