Originally posted by Fëanor
By night I walk these crowded streets
Alone in my thoughts an emptiness inside me
For a girl I’ve yet to meet
The love grows strong for no one beside meShe’s in my mind
I fight and struggle with no relief in sight
I take my time
To paint a picture of words
But the words don’t come out rightCan’t she see. This pain I feel
Tell me now, if this is real
I can’t go on, living in this lie
I shed a tear, but I cannot cry….why?There are faces
I close my eyes. No it won’t go away
As is the case
When love is just for another dayI touch her hand
It feels cold and hard and full of shame
I am a man
This man is lonely, alone in a crappy gameCan’t she see. This pain I feel
Tell me now, if this is real
I can’t go on, living in this lie
I shed a tear, but I cannot cry…why?
cry.. that's really very good
this is by Robert E. Howard...and i love this poem
O’er lakes agleam the old gods dream;
Ghosts stride the heather dim.
The night winds croon; the eerie moon
Slips o’er the ocean’s rim.
From peak to peak the witches shriek.
The grey wolf seek the height.
Like gold sword sheath, far o’er the heath
Glimmers the wandering light.
FINE!!!! 😄
this was a bit harried.....but it was something i had to put down, a bit lame...but hey!
Of love’s rejoice, I often voice
That beauty fills my eye
The hair it gleams a brightly sheen
And I melt when I see her smile
Like pearls of white, I find her sight
To great a thing to bear
When the heart beats, to passions heat
Your form laying there
To feel the bliss, for just a kiss
Is not too much to ask
But the mile between, is thus unseen
I’ve set myself to task
O gods above, I declared my love
A tender, heartfelt joy
I dream to touch, but ne’er so much
When even as a boy
So swear I, before I die
To softly kiss your lips
If truth be told, as I’m not old
In passing we lonely two are ships…
okay....'nuther one hoho~ fo nein pk0r meight gruff lal
This love I bear burns with fire
And my mind wanders to a far off land
There dwells she of my hearts desire
Yet here alone, alone I stand
Three words I’ve said with desperate hope
That she in turn would reciprocate
The dove has soared beyond the slope
Of my dreams and wants so delicate
I’ve heard not voice, nor touch of skin
The tender lips, full and ripe
My heart beats loudly above the din
To tremble at the mountains height
I’ve yearned so longingly for a bit of crust
That sates the hollow of my soul
As wearied feet tread the dust
In desperation to reach its goal
No songs to sing, nor proses writ
To paint this love of mine
Just lonely sighs and sadden fits
Has taken up my time
this one's for you love....cry i'm gonna miss u much
verily, verily i say unto thee....that words etched on paper stone should leave one bewildered....the opiate is the thing, for it will open thine eyes to a world ridiculous
Hearts content
Alone is spent
To gather dust
With ne’er a fuss
The pain doth yield
To ice-cold steel
So bleeds the love I have
Unwanted tear
To fall so near
A forlorn face
A slackened pace
The shoulders sag
The body lags
So cries the love I have
Unadorned
I felt the scorn
A friend will jibe
The lonely tribe
A man alone
A paper throne
To declare this love I have
last one....short and bitter and full of hope easily shattered by the gods whims as we are nothing but a thing to be played....
Upon a shadow that benights my soul
Dark and brooding, alive it is
The burden weights a thousand fold
Respite denied, twas but a wish
The heart grows fallow as the night-bird sings
A song of dismay and woe
The salted tear sheds, the water stings
Where then does my love go....