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Complete collection (So far) Of my Poems |
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Musical Night
Don't you hear the music playing, So softy in the air? Can's you see the trees are swaying, To the melodies floating here?
Join the eager dancing, Lead by the graceful swallowtail. Join the harmonious chorus; Lead by the swift nightingale.
And maybe you will See the fairies darting around. And if you can hold still, You'll see them dancing on the ground.
Have you ever seen A dance more graceful than this? Have you ever been To a concert that invokes more bliss?
So let loose your emotions, And join us tonight. Let go of your devotions, And join in our delight.
The night is still living young, The dance is still flowing strong, There are still songs to be sung, This is where we belong.
Passed Away
Recall or not, that smiling face That twinkling eye, so full of love? Before she left, for heaven's grace And joined the seraphs far above?
As children, we played about Under her gentle gaze. And I know without a doubt I'll miss those innocent days.
But now at last, she's gone from me Those years we spent so happily All that's left- her memory She has left us- eternally.
The day she left the living Lives in my memories forever Wishing my heart to be forgiving Knowing I would forgive her
I dropped a rose, a clump of dirt, A drop of tear, upon her coffin lid I wished her life would revert And return to how it did.
Fervently I prayed for her in death Restlessly wishing she'd've a better life Before being taken away by Death's dark breath Sentiments in eternal strife...
Mirror, mirror
Mirror mirror on my wall, Wont you tell the truth to all?
Mirror mirror reflecting light, Wont you tell of my delight?
Mirror mirror showing me, Wont you show for all ot see?
Mirror mirror with a mind, You're really one of a kind.
Who else takes pleasure in blood, Bathed in it, wherever I stood.
None saw my crimes, my evils, my sins, When my world spirals and spins.
When I take my knife to kill all I can, And that's where my story began.......
This mirror I'm looking at, Which saw all that,
My mirror, my precious, my love, my jewel And people wonder why I'm so cruel?
It's my mirror that takes me in. When I drown in my own sin.
All the lives that I took, And I've nowhere else to look.
I stare at my mirror hard, And with my reflection I regard.
All that I've done and I know I've no chance, Of ever stopping this elaborate dance.
And I know the blood of so many, Will always stain my hands.
My mirror, my precious, my love, my jewel I've no one else to turn to, but you.
I lost my Dreams
Those dreams float down a river So wide, and deep, and vast The wind blows them on Furious, hard, and fast
I reach out my hand Hoping to catch my dreams But they slide though Like a thousand moonbeams
My dreams are lost to me Try hard as I ever might The dreams will just keep on floating Far out of my sight
Down the river bank I run after them But I just know- I'll never see them again
Chasing my dreams That had fallen in They keep on floating- Away from me they spin
I grit my teeth As they reach the the sea I've followed far Caused I beleived My dreams would come back to me.
Dusk
The clouds are rolling by in shades, The wind is swirling, as biting blades.
Sun is setting, and warmth soon gone, And before you know it, the day is done.
Watch as the clouds blow past, None can ever be the last.
Now, the sun had sunken low, And the moon rises, with her eerie glow.
Who are you?
As she stepped into the creek, The creek sang: "Who are you? Who are you?" And she replied: "I am a thinker, coming to enjoy your song."
As she walked under the canopy of emerald, The trees whispered: "Who are you? Who are you?" And she replied: "I am a dreamer, coming to relax in your shade."
As she walked in the prairie, The prairie whistled: "Who are you, Who are you?" And she replied: "I am a beleiver, coming to gaze upon your beauty."
As she swam within the sea, The sea asked: "Who are you, Who are you?" And she replied: "I am a life, coming to bathe in your glory."
Fortune's Clock
The Clock is struck The Time is due And if your luck Will give a clue Of what ghastly fate Is there for you?
The options; a dozen Only one will let you pass The others, Seal your doom. Ready to try your luck? Play against The Fortune's Clock!
Construction
The gentle hum of machinery, Rumbling through the humid air.
The soft buzz of a bee, as it flies near the rubbish.
The creak of the tires, As they struggle out of the pothole.
Destroying and remaking, The paths that we walk.
[size/18]Maple Seasons
Outside my balcony, I see the tree. It's a Maple Tree. It's old nad knobbly, but frankly, I dont care.
In the Spring, the fresh scent of the leaves Waft in through my open window. In the Summer, I have shade, Under it's massive limbs.
In the Fall, the royal colors Are a majesty unto itself In the Winter, the snow lands amongst the branches A true winter scene.
Fallen
When I shut away my tears, And thought I had no fears
I thought I was strong But in fact, I was wrong
I thought myself invincible And tha no-one could ever beat me
I thought myself the best, None was better than I.
But then, even I fell And I fell hard
From my marble pedestal I fell, As I was lugged away as 'damaged goods'
I had a last glimps of what was better than I; It surprised me.
It was someone who wasn't afraid to cry, It was someone who faced their fears.
Will you grant my wish tonight?
Phoenix, Phoenix, in my sight, Will you grant my wish tonight?
The night where moon is distant and cold, The night, where Owl and her kin grow bold, This night in your fire, gold. Will you grant it, when my wish is told?
I wish for happiness and merriment and joy, And some fond memories for all to enjoy.
For all hatred and anger to be cast away, If only, for just today.
But perhaps my wish is too great a task, Can you melt my icy mask?
For I too, wish to break from my shell, And smile, every once in a while. For years all I've seen is Hell, For in it's fiery pits I dwell
And now, all I ask for is joy; Can you give me that at least?
Phoenix, Phoenix, in my sight, Will you grant my wish tonight?
Neverthere
The roses turned their faces towards the moonbeams The gentle dew drops upon their petals like tears, gleams. Their green hands wave in the soft breeze, And the gentle aroma rising, from the pores released. And the roses gathered together, For a final glimpse of what was Neverthere.
Queen's Doubt
My iron will has faltered, As it never has before.
My golden crown is rising, Falling to the floor.
And I see it clear at last, As if a mist has lifted.
I see the truth that's been there, And has never shifted.
No matter how I seeked, Now I see it all before me.
The truth that's been there, For all to see.
I now see what people have always seen; The truth about me.
Shades of Grey
A child sees the world in black and white When they see grey That's when they've grown up
Not everything is good or bad Some hide behind a mask of kindness And others a mask of indifference And some are just plain desperate.
In a fantasy world, There's the hero, And there's the villian.
In the real world, Perhaps the hero does it for their own gain And the villain is just desperate.
In the fantasy world The hero will always Always, always beat the villian.
In real life, The hero doesn't always win. Sometimes they lose.
A child sees the world in black and white, When they see gray, That's when they're grown up.
They say ignorance is bliss But ignorance is a weakness Intelligence and cunning Will actually get people where they want to go.
Without knowledge, There is no thought, Only mindlessness
Knowledge may bring fantasy crashing down, And it may be hard to accept And blur the lines between good and bad But when a child realizes this Thats when they're grown up. It has nothing to do with age.
A child sees the world in black and white When they see grey That's when they're grown up.
Multicolored Pen
So fascinating, I'm staring at my pen The one thats multicolored, Wrapped up in my rainbow thread . . .
I'm staring at it harder, I'm holding it tighter, Even though it's just a pen, I still treasure it, my multicolored pen, Simply because it's mine.
Like I treasure all that I own, In fear of it being taken away from me. Like most of what I used to own Till they were taken away from me,
And hard as I tried, my favorite, Multicolored pen, will one day, Someday, be taken away from me.
Just like most of what I own.
Crushing Waves
Atop a high cliff, on a tall rock, I stood there looking over the horizon. The sun was setting, the air was chilly And the waves were pounding against the shore.
The seagulls cried to each other, Gossiping about the weather, their kids. And below them, the sea was noisy; As though in mourning For something lost.
At last, it settles, the gulls are gone, The air is chillier, and I must leave. My village awaits me, The sea is calm again, and I Am at peace, Just as the ocean is.
La Cerise Noire · Sun Jun 14, 2009 @ 10:44am · 0 Comments |
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