Jedireaper's Poetry thread.

The Clock Ticks

My heart feels the sadness of your absense, my
Mind understands the emotion but cannot phatom its depth.

A Longing to be near you again; To hold you
Close, and whisper in your ear of my love for you. Of
The feeling that transcends my existance.

The clock ticks, beating a place- an, echo through time

The time between us, as short as it is, and yet
none the less an eternity. A far horizon.

The clock strikes times passage slowly, and I watch;
Counting the seconds till we are one again,
Till our heats can reach each other.

The clock ticks, as the current of time flows passed us.

Till my gaze meets yours, and we get the flourish of
Excitement that only those in love can feel.

I say all this to you; I write this poem in real time,
To tell you that until my eyes fall upon yours once more
I will be watching the clock tick time by.

The clock ticks, it's last tick the moment my heart beats.

That last moment, when my eye's see yours upon the golden
Shore of time, and I finally feel alive, as the seas crashing into rocks.

The clock ticks.

-Kevin Traynor

You'll never guess what? I am in love again 🙂 And I am counting the seconds till I see her again.

Opinions appreciated. Please.

And thanks KOB, nice to see you return, and thank you for the comments, I will endavour to try and improve more over time, but I like to wing it mostly.

Sometimes, But Always

Sometimes I sit down
To write you a poem.
As a token,
To try to express how I feel.

But, sometimes I never finish.
I lose focus, and
Doubt is cast.
I can't decide how I feel.

But then, sometimes I remember
How I feel about you, clear
As a cold blue winters sky.
Clear as the space between the stars.

I whisper it in your ear,
Sometimes;
I love you.

Sometimes, but always.

-Kevin Traynor

Message Ping

Everytime I arise from night,
I reach for that smartphone device.
The one connected to lifes stage,
In many ways the biggest vice.

The screen, a brightness in the dark,
Harsh against my gaze.
Mesmerized by the twinkled pixel,
Brighter than the sunny ray's.

And yet I have but one, or few
Reasons to look on here.
To look for that one message,
From the one that I hold dear.

And in this time of bated breath,
In waiting of that fated ping.
My heart will leap at every sound
That this device doth ding.

Thus, and tis the reason why
I come here for that one
Message from the one I love,
And yet I still have none.

Message ping!

- Kevin Traynor

Bridge / Between Us

From afar, my friend
Have we seen each other.
A distant land. Divided by an
Ocean.

For a while, my friend
Have we known each other.
But never had we met. Divided by our
Lives.

In the past, my friend
Have we been there for each other.
Like good people. Brothers and sisters
Apart.

And time passed, my friend
Have we gotten closer to each other.
My feelings for you. Poignant, sharper in
Focus.

And we are free, my friend
Have us both been here, meeting us.
And soon perhaps. Shall we be closer than
Friends.

Now, at last, my love
Have we both sat here, blue eyes locked.
My hand gently on your face. My heart offered to
You.

Will you, dear friend
Having reached this point.
Take my hand. And cross that bridge
Between us.

-Kevin Traynor

Just a poem for thought. 🙂

O.o scared to ask who inspired that poem.

Not DB, if that helps.

Well that makes it a better poem then.

Well sure it does 🙂 how are you my old pal?

I've been better. Yourself?

Your Hands In Mine

The early days, time seems
Oblivious. It feels like an age
Even though we have known
One another only a few months.

When I'm around you. I see you.
I fall for you. So far
Without major injury (joke).
Those brief moments, an eternity.

We are apart oft. I miss
Your voice. I miss your presence
On my days. I long to make you happy!
To see laughter on your face.

I can't wait till I see your eyes,
Your face. Your everything! You.
Touching the stars,
Your hands in mine.

-Kevin Traynor

Sorry it's not better. 🙁 it's a mess.... why do I always write these kinds of peoms?

Because you are a sappy person? >.> good write though, my friend.

On This Fine Christmas Morn

In this festive winter,
In the frozen and the dark.
By fire light, we banter,
Sat upon a frozen log.

Flames dance in our eyes,
Warming our joyful smiles.
Gently drifting snow and ice,
Settles upon the cold dirt.

Stars streak the heavens,
Trees line our view.
Tall and rustic silhouettes,
Almost as beautiful as you.

Dying in the new-dawns light,
The embers of the campfire.
I hold you in my arms so tight,
On this fine christmas morn.

-Kevin Traynor

The Screams: At Last

The Screams, upon this frozen night,
Echo slowly in this unbright.
Challenging their absence to times fight,
To keeping the darkness away from light.

Forgotten as they bloody seem;
Blood lusting creatures, eyes a'gleam.
Tearing flesh from soul in reams.
They've returned, at last; the screams.

T'was on this night of the chilling dead,
Dragging carcass they surely spread.
The blood soaked horde was gaining head,
As we hide from the monsters under the bed.

It took a while but now we know;
What ever we do, the screams won't go.
They'll follow till the end of all,
Till we're extinct and they've devoured us whole.

The screams.

-Kevin Traynor

Written on the 17th of December! I really thought I'd put it up, but I guess not... enjoy!

Dying Heart

Dark about; cold winter's fright.
I fall upon this earthly night.
A heart bleeding; wronged, not right.
Left lying in the snow tonight.

This path be trodden, and yet no ruts.
Seen, my eyes: betrayal amuck.
This corpse of the fallen will have no luck.
Still lying here in this snowy crux.

The shortness of breath, infrequently quick.
A gasping lung. One would dare not pick;
The plight, the struggle the passing flick.
"This night my heart dies slow; not quick."

-Kevin Traynor

Has it really been over eleven months?

On This Fine Christmas Morn (2015 Rewrite)

In this festive winter,
In the frozen and the dark.
By fire light, we banter,
Sat upon a frozen log.

Flames dance in our eyes,
The warmth as joyful as our smiles.
Gently drifting snow and ice,
Settles upon the ground all round.

Stars streak the heavens,
Trees line our view. Tall and
Rustic, the silhouettes before this star motted
Sky. Almost, I'd say, as beautiful as you.

Now dying in the new-dawns light: The
Embers of the campfire. My arms,
I hold you close so tight. wrapping you,
Holding you. What a lovely feeling together,
On this fine christmas morn.

-Kevin Traynor

Has it really been ten months already, heh?

The Love, I Love, For You

I sit across this pond from you;
And Look into your eyes.
I smile and stroke the water, blue
Ripples in the tide.

We share our day, now darker still
Orange in the dusk.
We see each other through and through;
Tally as we must.

You smile and laugh and sing and dance;
Crackle of the fire.
You tarry not to waste this chance,
Eye's filled with desire.

This night has fallen, eve's abound;
I cross the water true.
This search I had, for now I've found
The love, I love, for you.

- Kevin Traynor

So sappy.

The Field Takes Its Last

The moonlight shines upon a cold
Battlefield, strewn with the bodies
Of those long lost. But they are no
Longer here. Time has passed.

The choking smolders, and charred
Remains all gone. The field is a sun-
Lit vibrancy with green and white.
A gentleman stands and gazes.

As if readying himself for an onslaught
Long since swept from time. The trenches
and steel wire that once littered the
Landscape bountiful and unrecognisible.

The whistles sound, and the gentleman
Stumbles, tears in his tired eyes. He
is helped to his feet by family, as the
Carnage of war comes back to him.

Images and feelings; memories of what
He'd witnessed. And what he'd done to
Survive. The man struggles free and steps
Foward. The last step of a brave soldier.

There is a scream, and a cry, and a shout
As the weary old soldier falls. The rain lashes
Harsh, his hands covered in mud once more.
The battle drums fade, and the field takes its last.

-Kevin Traynor

This was not the intended poem when I sat down... but here we are. Different I hope.

IGNORE POST

Spoiler:
I haven't known you long,
But it feels like a lifetime,
And still, it is not long enough.

When our hands touch,
And our lips caress;
When I see your eyes,
And your smile so bright.

It will never be long enough;
No amount of time can quite befit you.
You are my majestic mare, my beautiful lady;
You are the companion to my Doctor.
And maybe, one day, I shall show you the stars.

I love you, Claire. And I want you to know,
Writing you a poem wasn't easy.
But only because there are so many things to say.
You are wonderful. You are lovely. You are smart.
You are beautiful. You are you. And I love you.

Maybe... always xxx

IGNORE POST

The Fact That I Was Killed aka Click

Upon the ground I heard the click;
My life cut short a-there.
Limbs, and fingers, bones, and pints
Of red thrown everywhere.

I would have yelped, I would have screamed,
But my lungs were torn asunder.
My body ripped apart by what my
Ears described as thunder.

I watched as others met their fates,
As my eyes flew far afield.
The reality of my fate struck me
And my consciousness did yield.

And the last thing I remember,
As I literally foot the bill:
Was my rifle, and my bayonet,
And the fact that I was killed.

-Kevin Traynor

Inspired by my "The Field Takes It's Last" poem... make of this what you will.