Poem's from home
Just thought I'd post 3 poems I worte.
1. Sun set The magestic light, Omen of Darkness, Decends slowly. Sky banding to pink Twilight to the east. Warm clouds, deeper bands with one fire edge. Down behind a backdrop of trees upon the hill The charm of deep pinks and light yellow ball Finnaly comes to it's rest. But the vision is broken! This beauty falls slowly Into a dark smog of the city, And behind the hill of a dump (Long since full, but still the trucks move). 2. We must decend Decending into darkness, The fear being dispelled by knowing someone near. Falling into fear, Hoping that trust is there, but from myself and not another. Finding out truth, Fellings seldom lie, though normaly end up wrong or mistaken. Coming to the parting, Glad it began and hoping... Hoping to tear through the ending. For who can make the link severed, When so much was used in building And it still exists now. 3. Walking east at 8am Head down against the glow, but still blinking glare The wet path spraying me with yellow. Burning eyes I can't keep open But warry, staying closed when shut It's too early! Then finally relief, the shade of a house. Look up, see the halo of a chimney. Savior to my sight. |
Wow! I can't believe no one else replied, those were really good........
|
Thankz.
As for no one else replying... better to get the truth than to abstain, i think. Okay, "You do not have permission to double post" not a message I ever got before, strange... Any way, number four: War And they'll say: "How terrible, how could this happen?" But both sides say the same thing! And peace isn't there, only an end to fighting. Too many dead after the first day. And they say, "We can't let this happen again. But we won" But it will begin... Someone must spark the forest fire. War begins...never ends Will it ever change? Well, humans can't survive forever. Iron, coal, oil, peat, petrol, even oxygen and water They can't last forever. But other worlds, there's the problem. Until we end fighting between ourselves, how can we spread The virus, mankind, when even the moon was too far. Our ways unfurl; the moon is being sold! So now we look to Mars. It's already on sale. And who truely owns space? But the god of war will result in more than one. Nuclear activity on Mars? Hidden weapons? Ownership? Who will be first, and who will try to stop them? Who targeted Japanese civilians with atomic bombs? Who wants peace and is pushing war? War... Always war. When you're on the other side, who are the terrorists? War... It will never cease until life ends. Once and for all. The question... Will war cause the end of war? Atomic and bio weapons, ending lives More than was wanted, maybe all. Peace?... After we lose all And have nothing to want Maybe then... Peace... in the end, Not at the end of war. |
Well... asuming I can double post, I'll revive this old thread with a brand new poem.
I wrote it one day too late for it's subject, but it's still good. Composed on the 23rd of December '04 The sky Still a touch pink Awakenes me Look further at the blaze A haze conceiling mountains Orange to the east Clouds defenceless, turning brown The solstic over, and light returns It's first great show, and many more Are awaiting in the spring |
I like that last one.
And I don't think anyone will care that you double-posted a year and a half apart. :) |
You can never be sure! ¬.o
As for the comment, thank you. I might post up a few short poems soon, but they're still in need of a good tweek. |
Wow, these things are old. In fact, they're so old I now dislike them. Still, new poems! (For some reason I could never kick the "write about nature" muse, so they're still based on seasons... mostly). They're all on my DevArt account if you want to comment/fav there.
Autumn Leaves Autumn leaves And woolen sleeves Are scut'ling all around. Brown, once greens, And petals - dreams Of summer, once more gone. Fewer bees And bursting streams Of autumn finally come. ------------ Winter Winter's here and silence takes The gem of bird-song. Winter takes The warmth of lovers. Frozen flakes Of water tumble to iced lakes. The thaw will not be soon. ----------- Spring's Song Walking down In leaps and bounds Running through the rain again Windy night Moon light bright Never to return again |