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Poetry

Well... if ya got it, we wanna see it! XD poetry of any kind XD I'll start


"Friends"
I keep staring at my shelf
Books on it like that elf
I read and wonder, what else
Would've come of me
If I was by myself. --Thomas Laszlo


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Here's some from my Portfolio.

I fly through the fissured foundations of the formidable, fluctuating fire with fluent, flowing finesse.
My fleeting, fragile feathers are a fair fusion of fabulous freedom and fathomless feelings, a flash of flight.
The fidelity is fleeting, fading into forbearance: a familiar farewell.

The radiant suns shone
Twin painfully bright white orbs
Blazing with yellow and golden light
Through a transcendent, ephemeral sea
Of wispy, misty, pale clouds
Like the rippling water of a secret lake
The iridescent veil of wondrous colours
Undulate through the last fiery, flaming rays
The blue-grey shadow of rain still clings opaquely
To the vast abyss of the opening sky

Airy voices echoing on the ethereal dawn
Ominous haunting in the umbrageous dusk
Atramentous shadows dancing through the wraith twilight
Ghostly wisps drifting on a deathly enchantment in the melodious night
Spectral sprites flowing through the howling storm
Soulful ethereal light singing the symphony of the silent sky
Pure essence of heart and spirit wandering along the mystical mystery of life
The rhapsodic melody of soul music flowed wave by wave, pure love through every ripple and undulation, harmonizing our song together

Wind whispers weirdly
With secrets blown away
Until they creep inwards
Sneaking backwards again
Wavering silently, hiding

Rain pools quietly
Echoing into infinity
Breathing droplets of water
Into breath of life
Echoing into nowhere
Forever

Humming bees fill the air
Delicately alighting on each fragile flower
Bundles of busy being and tiny thunder
Transforming thin nectar to sticky honey
Tasting of warm sunlight and flower fragrance
Sweetness alike ripe fruit and berries mixed with
All the wonders of nature and rich earth

Sunlight smiles, streaming
Into trees, into flowers, into earth
Moonlight shimmers, streaming
Into leaves, into plants, into water
The world transforms into
Golden light
Silver light
Illuminating all life through love
As the water slips
Out of the pool
Droplets cling like diamonds
Thin streams glistening
Tiny pearls within a sea of earth
Sunlight casts a spell
Revealing the whole cosmos
Transforming, diving
Until all is essence
Dancing rivers of light glow
Metamorphosing clean water
To pure, gentle light
Playing the game of life
Deep within
The abyssal
 
Here's some from my Portfolio.

I fly through the fissured foundations of the formidable, fluctuating fire with fluent, flowing finesse.
My fleeting, fragile feathers are a fair fusion of fabulous freedom and fathomless feelings, a flash of flight.
The fidelity is fleeting, fading into forbearance: a familiar farewell.

The radiant suns shone
Twin painfully bright white orbs
Blazing with yellow and golden light
Through a transcendent, ephemeral sea
Of wispy, misty, pale clouds
Like the rippling water of a secret lake
The iridescent veil of wondrous colours
Undulate through the last fiery, flaming rays
The blue-grey shadow of rain still clings opaquely
To the vast abyss of the opening sky

Airy voices echoing on the ethereal dawn
Ominous haunting in the umbrageous dusk
Atramentous shadows dancing through the wraith twilight
Ghostly wisps drifting on a deathly enchantment in the melodious night
Spectral sprites flowing through the howling storm
Soulful ethereal light singing the symphony of the silent sky
Pure essence of heart and spirit wandering along the mystical mystery of life
The rhapsodic melody of soul music flowed wave by wave, pure love through every ripple and undulation, harmonizing our song together

Wind whispers weirdly
With secrets blown away
Until they creep inwards
Sneaking backwards again
Wavering silently, hiding

Rain pools quietly
Echoing into infinity
Breathing droplets of water
Into breath of life
Echoing into nowhere
Forever

Humming bees fill the air
Delicately alighting on each fragile flower
Bundles of busy being and tiny thunder
Transforming thin nectar to sticky honey
Tasting of warm sunlight and flower fragrance
Sweetness alike ripe fruit and berries mixed with
All the wonders of nature and rich earth

Sunlight smiles, streaming
Into trees, into flowers, into earth
Moonlight shimmers, streaming
Into leaves, into plants, into water
The world transforms into
Golden light
Silver light
Illuminating all life through love
As the water slips
Out of the pool
Droplets cling like diamonds
Thin streams glistening
Tiny pearls within a sea of earth
Sunlight casts a spell
Revealing the whole cosmos
Transforming, diving
Until all is essence
Dancing rivers of light glow
Metamorphosing clean water
To pure, gentle light
Playing the game of life
Deep within
The abyssal

That was beautiful [emoji4][emoji28][emoji736]


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Alyssa

Troubadour
Really, really dark, gloomy poetry... I should become an emo...

Wish upon a fallen star, glue your shattered dreams,
Do not touch, do not mar, bottle the sun’s bright beams.
Made of glass, let sunlight fill, flood, burn, away all within,
Tear out your tell tale heart, crush and cure it of its din.

Steel, the coins from your own eyes, to the wishing well,
Flutt’ring heart, flying on sighs, tread the paving stones of hell.
Road smooth and warm, bleed on the nails inside your sole,
Everyday torn apart, two half wishes won’t make you whole.

Night, all alone, walls, like sound and light, are gone,
Look up, look up, celestial halls, so dark where sun once shone.
Look down, look down, heart falls, no stars unwished upon.
 
This isn't one of the love poems, I need to edit those...but here's this.

Hollow

blood on the floor where I have lain
for so many broken days
silence settled heavy round me
nothing in my chest to cry
There you find me, crushed like glass
my pieces scattered round me
dust has gathered on my lips
for there is pain one cannot scream
You trace my face, its smooth outline,
I smile sadly, if I could feel
I'm already broken, already gone
My heartbeat the sound of an empty chair rocking
My gaps too far to bridge
I'm already hollow, already empty
My hollows filled with echoed space
But still.
Still I smile.

I really don't know what to think of how I ended it.
 

Insolent Lad

Maester
The Centaur

The centaur of Greek legend
is an improbable beast,
or man, if you prefer —
half of him at least.
Take care if you invite him
to your wedding feast;
it’s possible you’ll find
you have no need for that priest.

Be sure he checks his bow
before he goes inside,
for he may wish to bridle
your intended bride!
She’ll contemplate his arrows,
then grow dissatisfied —
onto his back she’ll climb
and away she’ll ride!

Half of him is human,
half of him is horse;
neither one is likely
to ever feel remorse.
Nor the blushing bride
he did not need to force,
for you were only a man —
a centaur is more, of course!

Stephen Brooke ©2017
 

Alyssa

Troubadour
The Centaur

The centaur of Greek legend
is an improbable beast,
or man, if you prefer –
half of him at least.
Take care if you invite him
to your wedding feast;
it’s possible you’ll find
you have no need for that priest.

Be sure he checks his bow
before he goes inside,
for he may wish to bridle
your intended bride!
She’ll contemplate his arrows,
then grow dissatisfied –
onto his back she’ll climb
and away she’ll ride!

Half of him is human,
half of him is horse;
neither one is likely
to ever feel remorse.
Nor the blushing bride
he did not need to force,
for you were only a man –
a centaur is more, of course!

Stephen Brooke [emoji767]2017

Oh god... I have a dirty mind... especially with that last verse.
But absolutely hilarious


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The Centaur

The centaur of Greek legend
is an improbable beast,
or man, if you prefer –
half of him at least.
Take care if you invite him
to your wedding feast;
it’s possible you’ll find
you have no need for that priest.

Be sure he checks his bow
before he goes inside,
for he may wish to bridle
your intended bride!
She’ll contemplate his arrows,
then grow dissatisfied –
onto his back she’ll climb
and away she’ll ride!

Half of him is human,
half of him is horse;
neither one is likely
to ever feel remorse.
Nor the blushing bride
he did not need to force,
for you were only a man –
a centaur is more, of course!

Stephen Brooke [emoji767]2017

Love it!!


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Here is one I wrote several years ago. I have Schizoaffective disorder and because of this I hear voices in my head. I wrote this because of those voices and the trouble I had going on meds to control them.



The Crazy One

Just because you can’t hear them
Does not mean that they don’t speak
Just because you can’t see them
Does not mean that they are not there

You try to kill them with pills
Never bothering to ask
And never trying to see
Just how much they mean to me

They know all of my secrets
All of my hopes, dreams, and fears
They comfort me though my tears
And share with me my triumphs

I look at you and I think
How lonely you all must be
Without your own family
Living inside your head

So before you all judge me
And start calling me crazy
Realize this one simple fact
You are the killers not me
 

Insolent Lad

Maester
For the heck of it, a fantasy-oriented piece I turned out a couple weeks ago. I suppose a Tolkien influence can be seen in this one and, as Tolkien, I sometimes find a way to slip something of this sort into a novel.

Hidden

Hiding! Abiding! The goblins in their caves!
Rolling! Gamboling! The mermaids ’neath the waves!
Ah, but men are blind
and little do they find,
fleeing, unseeing, from birth unto their graves.

Peeping! Unsleeping! The fairies in the trees!
Wailing! Unfailing! The banshee on the breeze!
But men stumble on
until their days are gone,
drinking, unthinking, their cup down to its lees.

Lurking! Smirking! The troll beneath his bridge!
Howling! Prowling! The wolf-kind on the ridge!
Men will shut their eyes,
counting themselves wise —
sneering, while fearing, is man’s heritage.

Sorrow! Tomorrow! It comes to mortal men!
Laughter! Long after! Hear the fading din!
Ever live the fay,
beyond our end of day.
Hidden! Forbidden! Unknown, our fairy kin!

Stephen Brooke ©2019
 

LadyErynn

Dreamer
I love dark poetry, and I JUST finished my first Poetry Chapbook at the beginning of this month! While I can't share those (yet), here's one of my previous favorites that didn't make the cut. Enjoy!

Milton

The ossuary is empty
It’s been that way for years
There are no bones to speak of
There’s only hopes and fears

A single man named Milton
Remembers its heyday
Back when the bones were flowing
And the dead would come to stay

He can recall the parties
The spirits used to host
Whenever new bones arrived
And with the bones, a ghost

Milton always handled
The new bones with respect
Polished them until they shone
While the spirits ran unchecked

Until there arose a war,
And the ossuary burned
The spirits went up in flames
And the bones, to ashes, turned


Now Milton wanders
Around the charred remains
Looking for his ghostly friends
That left him here in chains

The ossuary is empty
It’s nothing but a shell
But if you visit Milton’s ghost
He’ll have a tale to tell…


Copyright LadyErynn, 2019 :)

 
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