Originally posted by Coldfire
And some random stuff I did a while ago:Your true love may be gone,
But other loves are still there,
If you but reach out,
You’ll find the comfort you seek.
Locking everyone else out,
Only locks yourself in;
Learn to live again,
Or pine yourself away,
Either way, you must never,
Ever give up the struggle.
Always have faith,
For although the sun does set,
And the moon begins to rise,
It always comes back,
To chase the shadows away.
this poem spoke to me 🙂
Fire
Flames,
Licking at the wood,
Devouring it slowly,
Crackling softly,
Smoke rising upwards,
Heat drifting out in waves,
Visions appear before my eyes,
The past, present, and future,
Flickering in the orange glow,
Entrancing me completely,
With its dangerous beauty,
That can bring so much joy,
Or cause so much pain,
It dances among the logs,
Toying with them, teasing them,
Then consuming them utterly,
Giggling and laughing and enjoying,
The death that it is causing,
Dancing then over to the next log,
And repeating the process again,
Like a whore who needs money,
Using men, then stealing them blind,
Disappearing after they've finished,
Doing what they've come to do.
I read this one over afterward... and it sounds like I am either a pyro, or I was really wasted at the time.... I was neither tho 😂 😛
Vanyel's Ice Dream
**Character borrowed from Mercedes Lackey and her 'Herald's of Valdemar' series for the purpose of this poem**
Snowflakes fall all around,
Mounds of snow surround me,
Covering the treacherous ice,
It is so cold here, oh so cold,
I walk to try and keep warm,
Stumbling through the ice and snow,
My teeth chattering loudly together,
And I just can't seem to stop shivering,
I look up and suddenly realize,
That I cannot go any further ahead,
I have wandered into a canyon,
And the exit has been blocked up,
Trapping me inside its heart,
I try to climb up and out,
But I jump back in a hurry,
As I slice my hand on the ice,
I watch as the blood flows sluggishly,
Then stops coming out altogether,
As the wound starts to freeze over,
I gasp as the ice moves up my arm,
I am turning into an ice statue,
I feel it creeping into my cold body,
Trapped, afraid, frozen, lonely,
Oh so very much alone am I now,
And I put myself in this position;
I have sealed my own fate.
And here's one for William, since he's the one who is always calling us women evil 😛 I hope you knew this was coming hun 😂
Evil Hmmm?
You've probably heard tell,
That women are supposed to be,
The more evil of the sexes,
Though it's really not our fault,
That we were given all the tools,
In order to control the men,
Curves and roundness and softness,
Are enough to bring a man down,
And turn his brain into mush,
An advantage well used by females,
To see that their wishes are granted,
And why not use what we're given,
It shouldn't be left to waste after all,
And men don't seem to mind much,
Sometimes they look to even enjoy it,
So we shouldn't be called more evil,
Because men don't use their heads,
While women were given the ability,
To think with clear heads for a reason,
So that they can cover situations,
Where a man can't think at all,
Because he's too preoccupied elsewhere,
To see there's trouble afoot.
Protectress
If you are scared and alone,
Left out in the dark and the cold,
With no place left to turn,
Simply call out my name,
And I will come to you,
To help heal your broken wings,
To shelter you from the rain,
With my own scarred and weary self,
For I have known pain like yours,
And can help you through it.
I am a Protectress of the Innocent,
Broken hearts do I try and heal,
Troubles to I try and smooth away,
Pain do I try to relieve and erase,
Smiles do I try to make upon faces,
As I gently wipe away lonely tears,
Take my hand and come with me,
And for a while I can take you away,
To a place that's free of worries or cares,
Where I'll teach you to believe again.
Although I may be small and slight,
My heart, I assure you, is not,
As did the knights of olden times,
I fight for what I believe is right,
And to hell what others think,
What matters is I believe in you,
Though you may think you're worthless,
You're being much too hard on yourself;
As long as you always believe in you,
There is nothing that you can't do.
Originally posted by Coldfire
ProtectressIf you are scared and alone,
Left out in the dark and the cold,
With no place left to turn,
Simply call out my name,
And I will come to you,
To help heal your broken wings,
To shelter you from the rain,
With my own scarred and weary self,
For I have known pain like yours,
And can help you through it.I am a Protectress of the Innocent,
Broken hearts do I try and heal,
Troubles to I try and smooth away,
Pain do I try to relieve and erase,
Smiles do I try to make upon faces,
As I gently wipe away lonely tears,
Take my hand and come with me,
And for a while I can take you away,
To a place that's free of worries or cares,
Where I'll teach you to believe again.Although I may be small and slight,
My heart, I assure you, is not,
As did the knights of olden times,
I fight for what I believe is right,
And to hell what others think,
What matters is I believe in you,
Though you may think you're worthless,
You're being much too hard on yourself;
As long as you always believe in you,
There is nothing that you can't do.
The strongest part was the last stanza, the last couple lines of the first don't flow with the rest. One of the best I've read from you in the last couple days. 😄
Originally posted by Coldfire
Thanks 😊 Would you care to explain more why those lines don't flow with it for me??
With my own scarred and weary self,
For I have known pain like yours,
And can help you through it.
On that last line you ended with a hard 'T' sound that kind of stopped the flow for a bit, more vowels or softer 'S' 'M' or 'N' sounds could tailor that line.
Originally posted by alcoholicpoet
With my own scarred and weary self,
For I have known pain like yours,
And can help you through it.On that last line you ended with a hard 'T' sound that kind of stopped the flow for a bit, more vowels or softer 'S' 'M' or 'N' sounds could tailor that line.
With my own scarred and weary self,
For I have known pain like yours,
And can help you through this.