It's so beautiful to know you went there to the mountains just to view the extraodinary order of the planets. That it excites you.Originally Posted by B-Mental
I donno, it always touches me so to know people who are charmed by these things.![]()
It's so beautiful to know you went there to the mountains just to view the extraodinary order of the planets. That it excites you.Originally Posted by B-Mental
I donno, it always touches me so to know people who are charmed by these things.![]()
winds take a pensive tone,
and stars a tender fire,
and visions rise, and change,
that kill me with desire
No Moon last night, just a bunch of storm clouds flashing with lightning like artillery being fired in the distance.
Last edited by B-Mental; 10-23-2005 at 12:08 AM.
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
I found this poem on the forum posted by Star_gazer2000 She even won a contest on poetry.scam....
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So I fell for the stupid "Poetry.com" thing and entered my poem, which "won" and was put in the book. My grandmother decided to buy it for me and my poem was the on the first page, Whoop-dee-doo. The book is called "A Surrender to the Moon". I would like to know what other people think who aren't just after my money (not that I've got much but ya' know...) so contructive criticism is welcome. Thanks!!
La Luna
Cold and foreign, far away from Earth's chaos
Distant and calm, so unlike this lover's loss
She looks down upon so much pain
On death, destruction, romantic games
She symbolizes much, yet doesn't say a word
Every lie you've said, I know she's heard
My broken love, she stares down at me
With cool disapproval, she's judging me
So pure and true, she sees through my mistakes
And knows my faults were for love's sake
I wish you knew, as she does,
But my own words, I do not trust
She says nothing from her perch in the sky
She's seen every tear I've tried not to cry
Stars wink and twinkle beyond her glow,
They try to comfort because they too know
This lover's mourning must soon end,
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
I walked across polygons
soil that knew no sun
above the place where trees grow
where the airs too thin to run.
and I stopped but one step short
of an abyss carved by the ice
witnessing three capricorn
skitter across the precipice.
they scrambled, leaped, and kicked
the ancient granite fell and sang
then they eyed my invasion
black iris knows no blame.
I sat upon a ledge
three steps further down
the wind wrapped itself around me
a chill from where it'd blown.
We sat there very quietly
me and my three friends
This moment was so perfect
I wished it had no end.
Just then so far below me
jagged mountains made a part
and a glow now overtook us
and ceased my beating heart
The moon was swollen a hundred times
to a size I've never seen
It rose up through milky hazes
like a present for a queen.
There like a pearl on the ocean bed
It rest its lunar mass
and told us many stories
of the Hunter's Moons of past.
"I am glad to learn my friend that you had not yet submitted yourself to any of the mouldy laws of Literature."
-John Muir
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last the night; But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends - It gives a lovely light"
-Edna St. Vincent Millay