I drew in the sand, your smiling face.
Beauty beyond divine comprehension,
filled with loving kindness and grace.
Though which stemmed all happy sensation.
But far off the beach, I saw the storm,
filled with darkened envy at your complexion.
Came with all the wrath and anger, force and swarmed
This gentle beach to steal from me your affection.
And at the ebbing tide I saw no more,
the face that filled me with the joy to live
No longer will this face grace these golden shores
Nor I have much towards this world to give.
I walk this coast lamenting my loss,
I have none to blame but the storm
Who so cruelly took her soul across
the empty wasteland of the morn.
And my grief calls to the squall
To return to me my life, my love
Give back the one that filled me with awe,
Beauty’s own snow white dove.
Her face I can no longer draw
Upon this golden sandy plane
A face to which I found no flaw
Nor any hint if imperfection’s stain.
My day, though sunny, are filled with clouds
Meaninglessness and devoid of hope
Empty though they are filled with crowds,
Alone, though with many, I am left to cope.
But oh I still wail to the envious cruelty
The spiteful brutality that has made me suffer.
Give me respite storm, let me go free!
Consider to make me one with my lover.
For what have I now? What little is left?
You’ve taken it all and all you have swept.
My tears down my face moisten the sand.
To gaze at the distance forever to stand
To await the day you will return.
To sweep me away, and my sorrow adjourn.
Ode to my Love What gentleness that touches me
The face that shines so prettily.
What music echoes in your voice
That puts to shame all other noise.
What gaze of yours that pierces softly
And melts my heart that once was rocky.
What kiss of yours that frees my soul,
Pays earthly debt and death’s toll.
You make me fly on angel wings.
To hover high where the cherubim sing
To glide up yonder to moon and sun
And float between them when time is done.
And forever on a cloud we’ll be
Together loving kindly you and me.
Tis not the force poem that I promised, but I hope this will do for you:
Frozen Flower
I walked across a gentle shore
of glistening waters
And I saw across it's frozen banks
a rose.
Twas red as crimson and darker still
this flower by which it stood
alone upon this barren iceland
of cold.
I looked far off towards this gentle plant
so lonely and yet
I found not the strength to take
a closer look.
Stood still I to look from where I was
to never venture from this frozen shore
at a flower to which I'll never know
only this: that it was a crimson rose.
Thank you. Your Fallen Flower motivated poem brought inspiration to me in the form of a rose. It's funny how inspiration works: the hardest part is searching for it, the rest is simply writing it down.
This day awoke with no hope.
The sun rose not his head this somber morn.
The world for pain of sadness uttered nothing.
All that was heard was the lament of the sea.
Her shores washing up this beach in desparation.
What living creature dared to reach out to her?
Make light her burden and ease her pain?
Who could support the weight of the sea,
In all her depth and vastness?
The clouds rolled towards her slowly.
No drop of moisture missed this pilgrimage.
The winds aided them in their travels.
Broken by some cruelty, destroyed by fate.
The sea now laments the loss she has suffered.
She sways in weakness; an old woman at death.
A life long work taken away, and with it her soul.
An empty shell to cry alone in its own essense.
To waiver back and forth for eternity.
Gently rustling its waves against the rocks.
To grow angry and furious to die down in futility.
Life born, reared and dead in one small season.
Hundreds of thousands of these she must bear.
In silent requiem she watches all that passes.
To sweep away the life in effortless waltzes.
She stops not for the loss of one soul.
For none are valued, for who is greator then she?
To stop and aid her in her time of need?
Her darkness of color a tribute to her wisdom.
He calmness in nature a sign of compassion.
Her roughness of waves a piece of reality.
The rainbow that follows a symbol that she cares.
Yet in in moment of passivity,
where hope takes but a glance.
An era of continuity made by the man
that broke the peace of nature.
For she now carries in her bossum
the child that brought her pain.
She brings life to that which takes it away.
Her purpose is to teach compassion
to a child of reckless violence.
Who poisens, destorys, and curses his mother.
Yet to whom could one ask a motherless child?
"Where did the breast that fed thee go?"
"Never had one that which fed me left."
For this is all mothers to keep their child close.
And love them till the end of time.
For such is our mother who loves us still,
and yet for we of less love, live to kill.
"End this recklessness," cries she
in this lament of the sea.
You broke me from the stillness, from my silent world.
Hurtled me into the rapture of this unknown.
You opened my eyes, gave me the ability to see,
Introduced me to another that I had hid inside of me.
Yet I became afraid, I grew petrified
I knew not what I should do with these brand new eyes.
So out of hatred, out of comfort did I make myself go blind.
I silenced this bleeding heart, I hushed my singing mind.
But out of love you gave me life
And in return I introduced you to my vengeful spite.
But now looking at the spot that you once gracef'lly occupied
I now realize in your absence that a part of me has died.
I call your name, please come back!
I see the errors of my ways etched in regretful black.
I know the fool that I was, the idiot I have been.
Be merciful on me, let me repent for my sins.
I pray don't go, don't let me be.
Instill me with the love that was inside of me.
Open the eyes that once were shut, set free the silent mind.
Hurl me back into the world, please don't leave me far behind.
Oh woe is me! I rule the day
That I cruelly took your heart and threw it away.
If I only had one chance, just one button to restart.
I'd go back into the past and I'd shatter my own heart.
To let you down, I'd rather die.
I would throw myself to death then watch you cry.
I would rather feel the pain of a thousand empty moons.
Then go through another moment with the emptiness being true.
So hear me now, be not deaf to my prayers.
Do not avert my eyes into a loveless stare.
That river that once flowed is now a dried up river bed,
Grant me respite from this insanity who now cruelly rules my head.
For they run loose, my maddening thoughts.
These are the things I feared that I once talked about.
The anarchist society that has corrupted all my dreams,
of my soul flying away, now I'm longing to be free.
I beg of you, look in your heart.
I ask of your forgiveness, nothing else to part.
You wont have to say much, not even look at me at all,
Let me go, set me free, from your grace then shall I fall.
But here it'll be, by my own accord.
I will take my vile self, from you I'll soar.
I wont plague you with me sight, I wont bother anymore.
I will even let you be when, with age, your beard is hoar.
Yet listen hear, I know the truth.
I can not live in a world empty of you.
So I've sailed on this black ship, upon these pale sails.
To look out to the starless sky and forever shall I wail,
~~~~"Oh monstrous faith, why so harsh?
~~~~?Shall I sail forever on this darkening horse?
~~~~?Will all who look upon my sight gaze at me with hate?
~~~~?Or will they instead pity me and pity me for my state?
~~~~?Oh listen world hear my cry, do not let the heart that loves you so cruelly die.
~~~~?Give it mercy, give it goodness, in work, and thought and deeds.
~~~~?Do not treat one another as I did so treat he.
~~~~?Live and love, do nothing more.
~~~~?Kill the wretched illness that you harbor.
~~~~?Do not let it wiggle out, nor peep its head to see.
~~~~?For the damage that it will cause, you just have to look at me.
~~~~?So if you fear this horror's state.
~~~~?Stay close within your lover's grace.
~~~~?Do not push them afar, nor let them go astray
~~~~?For the hunter that shall hunt them shall steal your love away."
So I do sail, on these empty nights.
When the darkness of this world is my own respite.
When all the pain that I carry wishes to unfurl.
I throw it overboard onto a darkening world.
So now you see, my once beloved.
How I suffer in the name of that once was.
How I carry this my pain, how it burdens me this way.
Yet I look upon your face, and my burdens lift away.
One day I hope, you'll look at me.
You will smile and your smile will fill me with glee.
You brush away my chains, you will break away my bonds.
You will take me from this ship, and in your mercy shall I fawn.
So pray thee be, be not long.
For the nights I gaze upon remind me of my wrong.
And I assure you I have learned, I will not so err again
I will show the world your kindness, in this oath I shall not wane.
So will you come, and rescue me?
You whom I still love so passionately?
Will you raise me from my bondage, will you love me once more.
Shall I feel the silky sands upon your loving shore?
Will I see the glowing sun upon your gentle face?
Will it radiate throughout me with agape grace?
Will it enkindle within me, that love that made me see?
Will I once more live the life that I had hidden within me?
Do you hear the call, the trumpet sound.
Oh it marks the calling of my burial ground.
My love I've let you go, where I'm going you can not come.
It is the humble resting place were your love I shall be numb.
Better for me that I should be.
Within this resting ground sleeping silently.
Devoid of all your love, your hurt as well as mine.
At least here I can not plague your heart or make dead my thoughtful mind.
Where you'll look and see, not remembering,
the fate that the devil placed so thoughtfully.
You will look with amnesia's eyes, you will gaze upon a stone.
You will not think twice before my grave your eyes would have flown.
And in this sadness, now I know.
Best it was to never think or have thee so.
In my death you will be free of ever knowing me.
And I will never suffer of ever hurting thee.
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Last edited by King of Blades on Apr 29th, 2008 at 01:54 AM
I love it, your writing style is really superb, you get reactions out of me for almost everything you write. Keep writing, you have really quite the talent.
A single flower grows upon a mountain side,
Its prickly stem the last green on white,
Its silver leaves and tinted black buds,
A warning for those who tred a treacherous path.
But though the plant is frozen, it lives on
With-out complaint for the barren life it leads.
With blue skys threaten gray clouds of snow
Fall down on rocky livery, it laughs.
Frosted flakes speckled green on silver buds
Of the mountain rose whose red flower
Is black from snow. Droplets of ice.
Frozen flower. (A short response)
-Kevin Traynor
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
You're welcome, though I will write a poem in honor of you in my thread. Sorry it wasn't my best, I tried is all. Have you read any of my recent poems? Please?
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A long time have I waited for this, my little green friend!
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Mar 18th, 2008 03:40 AM
beautiful! i love it. What I needed to make my day. Thanks for it.
