My poems are usually upbeat and whimsical, but they've been getting a bit strange lately. When I actually finish them, that is. They tend to start as a line or two then grow. I don't know if they're any good, but I try. Lissa, don't stop posting, I like them! I may be a complete amatuer and know next to nothing about this, but I think they're all really good. ^_^

Land of Peaceful Sleep
Where the willow tree sways
And the wind utters a whisper
Of a world beyond my gaze

An azure sky that glistens
Strewn with shards of crystal dream
A wingless flight through darkness
Where pools of moonlight gleam

And then the fleeting Zephyr
Lures the floats of cloud
Over restless seas of slumber
He hangs the misty shroud

Whips of being intertwine
To weave the tapestries of Time
And round the crescent moon it drapes
Enveloping Earth in all his capes

That one's pretty old...I have to go hunt down my notebook...

oh interesting i love this...it is wonderful...biut i am shure you have more

AND ZGIRL STOP CHATTIN AND SHOW US THESE POEMS U HAVE WRITTEN

Like I've said before, Poetry.com is like a huge scam. Everything is overpriced and they'll publish literally ANYTHING... I've been published by them, but it's an... empty victory. It doesn't mean anything.

I'm going to edit the second poem.... because the first draft usually sucks.

Standing on the edge
of everything
and nothing
of light and dark
of...
life and death
what would it feel like
to jump?
and know
you don't have to worry anymore
care anymore
cry anymore
in that last half-inch.
you can close your eyes
sigh
and say goodbye.

There's a little improvement... --''

Just somehting I was once thinking about...

It's raining
Time...
pauses.
Tired.
Life is a mad dash
from beginning to end
why do we live?
the foggy neon lights
of the city
Raining
that soft pitter patter of rain
on the roof overhead
cars honking
still trapped in their race
the sound is faded.
and for once...
no worries
no dreams
just quiet
contentment

you pretend I'm not there
and I'm standing
right in front of you
and it hurts
I wait for you
to comfort my pains
and you don't
and it hurts
not my pains themselves
just knowing you don't care
anymore
and it hurts
I give you so much love
yet get none in return
not even an acknowledgement
and it hurts
I can't move on
knowing what used to be
how you used to be
how you loved me too
and it hurts
I can't let go
because I think
that maybe you'll come back
maybe you'll be like
you used to be
and it hurts

Not my greatest of work

well well, dats more like it...poetry.com does seem kinda desperet...but hay.....BTW Aurora this is amessage for you! I am going on a tour in canada for the all american boys chorus and i am heading to Jasper and Bamff (Spell?) and amabey emington so mabey i could say hi!

My poetry is either lyrical, or it only applies to me.

You wake up
From your nightmare dreams
Off your feather-covered bed
To find something else that’s dead
Besides your love for me

You loved him
Or you thought you did
Please tell me but speak slow
How much harder to let go
Of him than it was for me


Well it’s your life
It’s your heart
You could never be apart
From all you hold dear
Taken from me

You know it hurts
You know it stings
But you wave those tender things
Like they weren’t worth your love to separate me
From you


You’re crying
Or you think you should
But I know the tears won’t come
When love shattered you weren’t glum
Wasn’t the case for me

You avenge him
It’s a worthy goal
But I know it’s not for love
Only money in your glove
You think that I should flee


Well it’s your life
It’s your heart
You could never be apart
From all you hold dear
Taken from me


You know it hurts
You know it stings
But you wave those tender things
Like they weren’t worth your love to separate me
From you


I have the whims of Death to pay
So I’m not really afraid
‘Cause you promised that your love was true
My heart already died from you
From you

Chorus x2

"From You"
~Luckdragon~

My sig is more of personal poetry, so many people don't really get it.

hmm, Duncan, I'm all the way in Ontario, so nope... ^^

Luckdragon, sounds more like a song than poetry... ah well... ^^ My one friend writes great poetry in french... and it works really well because they're both love poems... one's negative, the other's positive... I go re-read the stuff he sent me now.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmk

Your tarragon scorn--
the icy memory
of spiteful words
doused in vermilion regret
A day of violet wist,
longing,
confusion:
what holds us apart?
wild hopes
That maybe this time
your fiery pride
will fade into the night

Um, something's making me think tarragon is a spice used to make scorn. ^_^ Spices have fun names, and I love using colors. Luckdragon, what's the tune of your song?

poem catcher
dream catcher
catcher in the rye
writing down the words
as the world tumbles by.

I get the feeling a lot that the word is moving way too fast, and my journal is a patchwork of pieces of life. I'm the poem catcher, writing it all down. ^_^
Does anyone here od fictionpress?

I am so bored
I don't know why I'm writing

My heart is torn apart
And I know I can't keep fighting
So I have to put down a truce
And surrender my love to you
So I'm writing you this poem
To show you how I feel
And just to let you know
What you think is not real
See I live so far away
And that name is not my name
And those friends are not my friends
But how you make me feel
Is completely true
It is completely real
So it's hard to tell you this
But I really have to go
Back to the place
That I truly call home
And things won't be the same
So please just come with me
We'll live happily ever after
Just how we're supposed to be...

OKAY THAT WAS THE STUPIDEST THING I'VE PROBABLY EVER WRITTEN! SEE WHAT BEING BORED DOES TO YOU! IT MAKES ME WRITE LOVE POEMS!

VC: I like that poem! We should put together a book of poems for fun! YWForumPoets. hahahaha! I like to make up poems from the top of my head. (Though most of them turn out stupid.)
Calliope:Your poem is good too! That's really good. You should make it like describing a blizzard but it's really describing a person.

thankies Z, I like yours too, even if it is about love!

I wrote this poem for my teacher's brother who recently died

I guess that life is just
too beautiful to last
and just as it comes
it goes quickly to past
but the marks a life has made on this earth
through death will hold fast

I guess something so fragile can't stay
life is like a butterfly
to find peace it must fly away
into the hands of the open sky

and even after it's gone
it's beauty survives
it echoes in the wind
and it's emblazoned in the skies
the inspiration it has brought
is something that can't die

That's really pretty. You should write a poem about your siggy, it sounds like it's make a good poem!

I was very mad when I wrote this poem:

I was drowning
I called for help
but I guess you didn't hear
you just sadly walked away
As if I didn't mean anything to you
But I guess I don't anymore
not after you let me drown

quote:

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Z said:
That's really pretty. You should write a poem about your siggy, it sounds like it's make a good poem!

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Jim Croce, a singer/songwriter from the 1970s, sang a song called "Time in a bottle" which is what that line reminds me of. Is that where it came from, Vegan_chick?

I'm not sure, I heard it on the radio on an oldies station and I thought it sounded pretty. it most likely is though.

I was nearing the edge
It's time
my soul told me
I could taste it in the air
I could feel it all around me
I also felt the gaping darkness
I was oblivious to fear
but not intimidation
for I was so small
against the huge cliff
my mistake
my downfall
I knew it was time
so I took my leap

This poem is not about suicide. (people always think that) It is about accepting your mistakes and learning to get over them, and even growing from them.

Learn to grow from not only your mistakes, but all of the events and things in life.

I don't write poems very often. I can't write much about happy things because I feel like I'm lying to myself. This one is more like a then/now kinda thing.

Always shall I sink below the surface,
my own soul writhing beneath my skin.
When will it ever stop,
the torment deep inside?
Held fast by the darkening sky,
I sift through my thoughts of despair.
Always searching, never finding
the answer to my final question.

Long have I been released,
and never shall I return again
to the isolation of the night
and shadows of the day.
Still no answer has come to me,
but I no longer want to know the answer.
Pain is all it promises.
-Gryphon

mwahahahahahahhha! you asked for it!

here's my poetry!



flying up in the air,
swerving, turning here and there,
watch us glisten, watch us fly,
watch us glide through the sky.


and....
oh and yesterdays was:
the hero shall come with dragon's blood and dragon's sight,
and fight the eternal fight,
but do not cry, and do not moan,
for he shall never fight alone.

and....

We spread to wings, and take to air,
Hot or cold we do not care,
For we are dragons, free to fly,
Shining brightly in the sky,
we are the dragons, and we shall fly!

and....

The sun comes up, to free our wings,
And from the ground we now do fling,
To spread our wings and take to sky,'
To feel the joys of the fly,
To feel the wind beneath our wings,
It makes us simply want to sing!

and....

black dragon, black as night,
for which side do you fight?
for the night,
Or for the light?
Black dragon also know as the choice.

and....

With dragon's blood and Dragons sight,
The hero shall come to fight the fight,
But if he fails, to stop the Plight,
Then we shall fall to endless night.
Shakora's welcome. Dragon Prophecy.


and....

with dragon's blood, and dragons sight,
the hero shall come, to fight the fight,
but if he fails, to stop the plight,
well, so long your doomed!

stretching clawing towards the sky,
we ache to know, what may lie,
beyond the limits of our eyes,
for we are the curious, we are the brave,
and we ache to be, beyond this cave

and....

Eyes that shine in the night,
I fear my senses will take flight,
Leave me, they just might,
On this very, very, bright night,
Never has there been such a light,
When your eyes shine, the night takes flight,
Your eyes give my life light.

wrote every one of them! (what can i say, i have a lot of time on my hands. hope you like them!)

I've probably posted this before but i can't remember where adn i changed it a little bit so it makes more sense and i fixed a spelling error

here goes

"In the hearth the fire glows,
In autumn chill and winter snows,
But look at the moon, burning silver bright
In the dark sky of the night,
But why does it shed a silvery glow,
When there’s neither autumn chill nor winter snow?
It reflects its light so silvery bright
Into the dark sky of the night,
But as every wizard knows,
What the moons true nature shows,
Symbolic of the strife,
Between Powers Bright,
And the Dark Lone Power of the night,
Because of wizards the Sacrifice,
Was able to defeat the Wolf of Ice,
From now on and evermore,
The moon is more than just a theme,
Reader be solemn and remember this,
The moon is more than just a dream."

Oh and if anyone cares here's the link to the other poetry topic (i took the time to find it...i was bored) any whays it's Here

later all

-MBF

Poem by vegan_chick

You have _no_ idea how much this poem relates to me. I actually have a song/poem that is so, well, mushy, that I refuse to show anyone except Clone. Eheheheheheheheh.... *scurries off*

[edited to replace a full-post-quote with a link to the original post. Just as a rule of thumb you want what you write in your post to be longer than any quote. The icon links directly to a post. --kli]
Oh, thanks Kathy!

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