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Hello, poets and readers the title of this, "Muses", sums up the majority of my poems, as they all are inspired by muses weaving themselves into my mind. It also happens to be the title of one of my poems, which I'll post here right now... "Muses" Muses, the very soul of a poetic being Life, all around and so dear Transform the scenes so common into words Take not for granted, for each faint star is a child Inspire the heart of the blessed Dark muse of Night, or the fair muse of Day Branches of claws against the window panes A single blossom straying from grassy lane Fires of blood dripping over the walls The cavern whispers of an echo's call Nightmares from the depths of deep blue sea Softly blow, kind wind, onto the autumn leaf Muses of Death, gentle muses of Life Dancing with a maiden, cutting with thy knife Each face has two sides, yet as with all Every muse is the soul of a poetic being Muses of Death still lend to the poet The elixir of Life. it's not one of my best, but it is straight from my heart. |
hopefully i don't go crazy and post every single poem i have on here, since i have about a hundred....I'm just so starved for editors/critism, since my friends are all used to them. I just want some new feedback, that's all. Don't be afraid to tell me how I can make improvements or change my poetry! thanks! "Gone" I didn't see my other being step away Silently I was half-asleep in the world of empty dreams Peeking occasionally at the frozen night The first moon doesn't linger long enough For me to touch its reflection in the water It shatters But this time it's gone forever Find me, I command my soul Through the valleys of eternity where I have left myself behind Blinking away moments of yesterday See The running waters in the deep blue stream. |
The sun smiles softly with a wisdom That once captured the sky Slipping away in the wink of a diamond The clouds filter violet dancers Stepping through the last rays of wheat Soon...wisps of a dreamy snow Tinted by the stars Make way for the maiden of the night The moon has crept up slowly behind the shadows Shedding the cloak of midnight rushes She'll soon find the later moments Thoughts of twilight |
this forum is so deserted =( anyway, i'll just write to myself The only ones I love are drifting away from me The only things I love are disappearing in the waves What is this world trying to do to me? Slowly and painfully killing me... Every time I wade out far away from shore Expecting the waters to close over my troubles How is my mind to remember that it's not okay? They're not going to fade out of existence as long as I live. Haunting me, drowning me into a pool without light Extract no reaction for my world is as dark as night Choking on the air not given for me to breathe One by one my hopes are leaving and I don't believe Why did I let myself be fooled by the traps of reality? I thought somehow the sun would shine through I was praying for a day when I finally could see, but I only found That no such day exists for the one condemned to hide I can't swim through another bend in the river of disappointments cackling its impending doom at me, smiling I just want to make it, it that too much to ask? I want to live my dreams, why were they shattered? Like a fragile jar that cannot be mended... |
those are REALLY good! they flow so nicely and just sound all together really good!!!! i'll keep reading ur poems i love them! keep up the good work! |
thanks stardancer! I'm really happy that someone reviewed my work =) Here's another one: "Questions and Description" As the sun finds a way through the clouds of night Reflection of a glass imagination evolve into the daylight Stories told in the twilight hour of solitary sound The words do not fail to fade away Capture the moments in which the flowers have not awoken Hiding beneath their petals Fluntuaction of restless song Take away these reasons of forever peace In turn place the symbol of another age Yearning, always yearning for something more Trying to heal what never will be Wings not made to fly Why is it that songs of childhoods gone by never Return to dark corners of what was once to be? Why do the rays of golden dreams Only shine on the surface Of the innocent lake, dancing sparrows Never penetrating into the depths? |
oooo i really like that one... i think i'll go write a poem lol |
Great poems! *lol* I wish I could write like that. :flowersmile: Why is this forum so deserted, though? *cries* |
thanks for the comments! Here's another~ Slivers of cloud Slice through the young and immortal sky that is their canvas Painting mists of grey Blown eastward by the wind Playing in the softly blurred boundaries of dawn and twelve- morning. Thoughts drift across the sightless mind that of another world That listless clouds wafting far and wide belong to lost and hidden souls. And as one looks up to the blue where angels braid their locks In the balanced hours of daylight wretched being and listless soul Arising wings, fly to the realm Of the imaginary For clouds of pale cornflower wishes and a dream of cerulean Inset within sight before eternal rest Trembling fingers reach out to the jars of hope piled up high behind the sun Not meant to be taken. This poem was inspired by a scene I saw while riding to school one day, and i wrote it there on the bus, but I've made some adjustments ^^ hope you like! |
and here is the poem about sirius that i posted in the poet's guild #1.... A wind does blow still on the life you left behind, a flame upon the fire with once shined so bright. The past still haunting the ones deeply so intwined, Sirius, you were a player in the plot of twisted plight. Years of deception may have found his hopes withdrawn, yet lingering despair never found its way as a threat. For the lurking revenge unfulfilled, left by a marauder gone. Trust destroyed by malignant spite, and Padfoot did not forget. He wore a mask that was his alone, hiding the thoughts below, secretly wistful and smiled to the clueless who lived in despise. One man, one story, heartbreaking words few learned to know, receiving the hope renewed as he opened his godson's eyes. Days of trickery and lies have fallen putting him at blame, but through every second what prevailed were bravery, and love. The veil is illusion to those who reminisce his name, Sirius Black has not faded away, but lives in the stars above. |
Kool! P.S. Thanx for checking out my poetry and thanx for the comment! Danz_angel x |
Nice poems! I usually also get inspired by sitting on the bus *lol* There's nothing else to do there I guess... :lol: |
thanks guys! *gasp* stardancer488!! you're the person who was in HP trivia with me!!!! hi!!!!!!! ^^ here's another poem...I'm getting lazy and just posting ones I wrote before cuz i have so many, but i really need to start writing more. Before I could write 5 a day but now the ff's are taking all my attention :whisle: "Sub Rosa" Take your dream and drift away For this is the secret of the senility blue See the escaping star over the eventide? Augury of what is written by the universe Sisters and love alike They are calling now Soon it will be found In the minutes of a night Happening before its time Casting hopeful secrets It's unknown Sub rosa, my dear They are only Hidden under the rose aaaaand another one ^^ She is dancing slowly to a haunting song She breathes and twirls around her deepest fears She is thinking about her past Reflected in her eyes Slipping away so fast are the whispers of tomorrow While the music tells her what is to come Leaning closer, she closes her eyes Tilts her head up to listen Always listening She is Always looking Always smiling She is still dancing The night air is her partner The moonlight is her gown The sands are her shoes She is dancing slowly Tonight, and forever. |
Wow, I really really REALLY liked 'Sub Rosa'. I think it's absolutely wonderful. Wow. Wow, wow, wow. :flowersmile: |
oooo there so GOOD!!!!!! i love the dancing one! its so pretty! sub rosa is good though too! their all good! haha ur such a poet!!!! |
haha yes i was in HPtrivia with you... and i was in their again with you! haha *sorry every1 totally off topic plz forgive me* i ment to post this with the other one but i messed it up by accident! i am really sorry! yes FF do take away from poetry... noone loves poetry! haha jk! |
Tessa! These are soo good! Wow...I can't anything like this for my life. Ur a really good poet! :flowersmile: :flowersmile: :flowersmile: |
thanks guys *blush* Wise and still learning of the world's ages Only a maiden from few seasons of night Finely fashioned features and chiseled bones Not created for agony of more than a lifetime's Burden of knowledge Over the regal head held so high Flowing threads of embers Entwining with the thoughts emerging Fiery as an icestorm Her eyes changing colors with the days From sudden black to somber blue The memories never fade from this mind Eternal and always more to be seen in the distance A life of knowledge of more than is known To the ocean waves rolling over each sunset. And no, this isn't describing any particular person ^^ |
Wow, I liked that. You have a gift wth imagery... beautiful. |
Thanks phoebe phoenix ^^ New avvie! Sweet Remy! :lol: gotta love the three *true* marauders.... I've been shamefully neglecting all this poetry....so i'm merely posting ones I've written before....I can't believe it I haven't written one in a week! *bashes self on head and invites everyone to do the same* All the world is a stage... Where all the actresses are beautiful as Day And mysterious as Night Blushing away at the mirrored walls Fasions of Europe, they only are Swooning and downing a shimmering glass of wine Falling and appearing through the holes in the scenery The blood is underneath the carpet. Romeos and Juilets infinitely rule Lady Tragic Love Chicago brings out the another face, the luring facet of murder Audience mesmerisized with the penetrating masks From which cat eyes dart to the south and away Worn at all hours Some more glitter, my dear? Hide your features they must not be seen For the world is a stage Where no one gives real identity Is always someone else Don't ask me who I am. For only here, in this stage of a world Can one change from a whispery maiden Into a cold and unblinking tigress Only here can one go through all the demons of the night And discover true happiness in a corner Only here, can a lovely lady find love and peace Living happily ever after Where outside hungry children still linger. While Rhett leaves Scarlett behind Gone with the wind may be those hauntiing melodies Of the forgotten voices of angels Once resonating from between the royal lines Where are you now, my alley stray.. Here's the last penny i have today. Pleading eyes and puckered lips Snubbing noses and droopy ears Fall into Death, and come to Life again Being stabbed with a dagger, smiling behind the curtains Art thou last entrance Stage Right? that was a rather strange one, yet I was proud of it for a long time.... |
those are amazing i wish i could write like that. That last one: beginning with "All the world's a stage". inspired no doubt by Shakespeare's As You Like It? And I love how you incorporated all those other stories, books, and movies into it i love how you built onto it with your wonderful imagery. absolutely loving it all! |
thanks so much Alyonna! your words are very kind ^^ ~~~~~ "Snow" So exquisite, so lovely ...So white Bringing cheer and laughter A sunlit sight Mirthful children glide down The hill Laughing even with the arrival of The day's hours of darkness For they know.... It’s not really Ended While The flecks of frost blow away Away... far away… Can't it be seen? Hidden away In the sanctuary of ice Where the white isn't so exquisite And even the moon Is pensive Like any distant maiden Yet not .....So beautiful. Though... no doubts there For it only Only Echoes the world. ~~~~~ ack! this poem supposedly has different spacing and everything but it doesn't show up here =/ |
I liked it, although I've had enough snow in the past few weeks... *growls* |
Lol, yeah. They say it's going to snow tomorrow though =/ YAY! I wrote my first poems in a week! Finally! As a celebration I'm going to post both of them here ^^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Little Wooden Dolphin" What color are dolphin tears? you shed them inwardly, and I'll never know Silent through the months and years You belong to the sea Little dolphin of the past Lapping upon the whisper of light And the hollow night sounds beating from the rest Eyes filling with water that has traveled far from the ocean As you hold onto the dreams that even you possess Wishing of swimming into waves of blue Melting into the sky so bright One twinkling star falling behind Still Waiting for the day you'll stop being Just a wooden sculpture gathering dust In the corner. ~~~~~ That one was inspired by the little dolphin on my desk we got from Disney a year ago, lol. ~~~~~ "The Colour of Grey" In between the light and the stone Where the rain meets the dark Night falling upon the reminants of snow The colour of grey. The children of the wind are crying Where the sun never shines Behind mountains of water and the past Searching still in the mist of tomorrow The colour of grey The sea rises and falls Gathering the sorrows of a century by The tears of the shellfish ebbing by Vivid coral, and fading away The colour of grey A maiden's footsteps tread lightly yesterday Bunnies whispering beneath the coves Where a shadow still dwells, untouched by the present The colour of grey. ~~~~~ |
these are very very well written! and my words are not only kind but true as well! and congrats on writing again, i know how hard it is to get back into the swing of things. i almost gave up my poetry a few months back, and i never fully recovered from it.... |
aww, that's so sad Alyonna =( I hope you get that talent back!! Anyway, here's one I just wrote. I once heard "Write about what haunts you," and this poem definitely depicts what haunts me...lol ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "When the Last Light is Gone" Empty cave of forgotten days lingering, not letting go the golden days so swiftly past and not to be believed Spirits still hide underneath the stones of buildings twice removed Where will you go, o ghostly one, when the last light is gone? Awash in a sea of memories, asking for rememberance Someone must still care, for elder trees are still swaying Mountains of a thousand years, standing among the clouds The ocean's eyes wandering for centuries of centuries....yet find no answer O sweet wind of long existance, where will we go When the last light is gone? A petal falling upon the infant's breath, fading into timeless age Letting go of wisdom found within the voice of an ancient storm The sun has lived its rising years, and now is time to set Raindrops of omens staining the ones who look to the skies As they melt away into oblivion, and a girl stands alone Speaking no words as her only question creates Life and its Demise Where will I go, angel of Fate, when the last light is gone? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
Ivy girls, it's time for our sad little poem =/ I certainly hope this is not going to happen, but it is a piece of art indeed :lol: Dedicated to Joyce (Dectlyr/ mystical witch), Lulu (Diectism/ phantom), Rose (Disycap/ roseredphoenix) with love from Tessa (Dracnyzz). "Sisters As One" Disycap Diectism Dectlyr Dracnyzz Clique of four Strangers of none Friends forever Sisters as one The oldest one, who loved to read Of imaginative night and day Reflecting the inside of herself with care Writing down the other side Bouncing cheerfulness off the walls The one of the Stars Seeing the skies in the fourth demension searching for sanity within love and confusion The earths spins in universal sciences and mathematics of the infinite degree The happy-go-lucky, fun-loving one Bringing light and joy with a single smile Laughter fills her aura of a vivid green pretty and light of color The youngest, in her own dreamy World With artistic musings and fantasies alike As the door slowly opened to her poetic realm She writes with a passion, finding words in her soul Clique of four Friends forever Sisters as one Bonding from magical worlds and reality Clique of four Strangers of none Will the sisters as one stay together? As the happy one floats off down the long winding river playing its own melody of what's to be Frightened eyes and frantic tears of the feared divide For the clique of four the sisters as one Must they thrive alone Without their promised sunlight Taken for granted for months and years Clique of four Strangers of none Sisters as one Will the circle be broken? Friends forever May that quote remain true throughout all their days every word spoken lingering within their thoughts Sisters as One |
Sorry I haven't posted here in a while, what with the new term starting and me having loads of work to do... *sigh* Anyway, I stick to what I said before, your poems are wonderful. I especially liked 'Little Wooden Dolphin'. Perhaps there's too much dust in my room, making me relate to it easily :lol: |
One of my favorite ones....enjoy! "To Write-" It's all an art of crafting words that fall into place Entwining the phrases within a crafty web of mystery Literature of images leap through the eyes and into the soul By the windows so wide and the story so intruiguing! As the wind blows by stimulating the thoughts of a writer Wherever those ideas flow from is a secret known to the few Who have discovered a talent under a cloud in some sky Ability to see, ability to breathe.....ability to write Witty language the folk would never happen upon alone Lonely monologues spewing from under a sea stone Found in a foreign place appearing in the darkest days A view of the lost spirit still lingering as we pass away Enviously the timid mice dare to take an awkward peek At the royal life of writers of which mortals only seek Blessed not by riches, but by words spewing from their hearts What dream haunts one more? Till Death do us apart! For this is an art the great Picasso could never have grasped Within the reaches of a canvas for words are painted naught But upon a mind etched into the phliosophy of an author The tender seed planted which now flourishes as a blossom Of something so great of which has been presented before the world The ability to see, the abilty to breathe, the ability to Write. |
lol i havent written any recently, but i felt rather obliged to post.. "Description of Me" Her eyes; dark and veiled with an innocent storm Her hair: midnight tumbled half-down her back, which cannot be seen without a looking-glass Her soul; listless and hiding against thorns beyond its vision Her heart: afraid to be given away Her dreams; to be able to discover her world of art and writing, to be known, and to live through turmoil and discover silver stars Her motto: Let your heart be your guide; let your dreams be your fire...... |
your poems are always so happy i like them alot i write poetry to but mine isnt always bright and cheery but thats my life but whatever keep writing leah mae |
Wow, that is an interesting (and good!) style of poem! *congratulates you* |
I like your poems . they are so much better then mine . keep writing! |
Here, finally, is a HP related one, and I'll be posting several that I've written "A Boy Named Draco" And you'll trust the darkness to wash over you again... Before your mind deserts you and speeds away into eternity Only silver blood which has maimed you of your existence Your only hopes, trapped beneath which has haunted you since your birth. North may the wind blow by honor but the memories stay the same And south to where you go is cloaked in a past evil not explained Mourn not for yourself as you have always been taught to do Every being touched with your presence are mourning for you Daring has always been flowing in your veins, by which every glance is pain. Dried but not forgotten, crying for you for reasons you don't understand Rain may fall and winds will blow but you will always remain the same All through the life which never tells of ending, obeying what has bound you Coming night, retreating light, some may stumble across your footsteps, imprinted On the amaranthine road where you continue to wait; as it is all you can do. see the first letter of each line forms the words "A Boy Named Draco"? ^_^ |
And now...for a Fire and Ice poem/song.....in case you don't know, a Fire and Ice shipper is one who supports the ship Ginny/Draco ^^ find out more about the SS Fire and Icehere on FA! now the poem thing... "Fire to Ice" (Ginny to Draco) I've been called innocent, I've been called sweet No one knows the real me, hidden deep down I've always called myself a fallen angel Brushing against Death, flirting on the border of Life But this time it's different, the way I'm falling I'm falling into grey eyes Spinning into eternity of darkness Night and day don't exist in this time It's not love, it's not lust, it's not pure Taken and cloaked by something beyond our control Every moment that I spend awake at night Trying not to be like the other girls who fight over you I'm thinking like a fallen angel, one who's fallen into grey eyes Tears may try but they'll never follow, for did you know that Angels keep their pride as they fall? I'd think you do, being one yourself Don't deny it, my grey eyed angel Calling you, wanting you, I'll never speak aloud We'll never be together, for we both have too much pride The words will not escape deathly pale lips Spinning into eternity of darkness Night and day don't exist in this time It's not love, it's not lust, it's not pure Taken and cloaked by something beyond our control I'll be praying, for a day when perhaps we're drunk Then we can declare intentions and make dizzy love Until the black will grip you again, and I continue my fall Into grey eyes. I've heard the darker side haunts you wherever you go I'll be following..you...with those grey eyes You'll be protected by a fallen angel's shadow Who's merely a reflection of yourself in fire Spinning into eternity of darkness Night and day don't exist in this time It's not love, it's not lust, it's not pure Taken and cloaked by something beyond our control; something that masks Fire and Ice. |
this is another Fire and Ice one...and it makes me sad, but if you're not a D/G shipper you won't be..I think lol "Ice to Fire" (Draco to Ginny) It's an echo beyond your deepest fears, although you have one Which almost falls beside mine, but yours is gone Mine, will, never leave me for as long as I live My scarlet tressed Weaslette, you can't be mine It is no matter what you think, not something you can comprehend Nothing strips away and it only gets worse I may want you more than anything else But mark my words, I don't get everything that I want Sometimes it drives me into the depths Of insanity When I want to take you and make you mine Only satrical honor keeps me away I can't ask you to forgive me Only to believe in my words and what I don't do Star-crossed indeed, fire and ice Into the clutches of Fate controlled by the dark side With ruthless plan that we'll never live through Unless we're apart...you can't be mine That is why I stay so far away I know I'm the cause of your tear-stained pillows (Don't try to call me a egotistic git, you know it's true) But when my grey eyes meet your green (It seems like Slytherin all over again), My world explodes, but then shatters into pieces you can't mend Sometimes it drives me into the depths Of insanity When I want to take you and make you mine Only satrical honor keeps me away I can't ask you to forgive me Only to believe in my words and what I don't do Trust me, my flaming Weaslette I'm cast in Icy bonds that I can never break. But deep inside, there's some place which says I love you, Ginny Weasley... ...signed, Draco Malfoy. |
Oooo I like the Fire and Ice ones ! Thanks for replying to my poeoms. Must go now Poems forming! |
They are both very nice. I especially liked the refrain-like part in 'Fire to Ice'. I am no Ginny/Draco shipper at heart, but after my belief in Ginny/Harry, it has to be G/D :P |
^^ thanks for your replies..this is one I'm not quite happy with yet, but it'll do for now. I'm hoping to do major editing on my poems this summer and get them even possibly published....not to mention write my novel in hopes that it'll be done before I'm 18. I'm only 13, but still....there's a 19 year-old who finished his novel when he was 15, and now it's published =) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Avius Aura" (It means Lost Wind in Latin) No direction pointed out on a path which to go, have you? No familiar home waiting for you beyond the setting sun Unseen, fly over the watercolour sea; tainted with angel wings Into transparent mist between the mountains Holding a thousand breaths which are not, and have never been any use Lost wind, can thou not find thy kin? Looking back centuries where the first rose once bloomed Even then your ancestors hovered over henna blossoms and stone statues It's what they all thought once That somewhere, there's a place for us where we can dwell Where we can die in peace Founder of a beginning, past the first words a-spoken They've melted away into the history of a well read path Beyond the sighs and tears which tried to bind the unbroken Lost winds, they were all forgotten beside the thoughts Even if the argent ones linger they are always evanescent Avius aura... |
I like this poem too. Hey, cheer up, I'm in the same situation, except for the fact that I'm 17 and will be 18 in 3 months, so I doubt I'll get finished until then, especially since I want to start over again. A French girl (Flavia Bujor) published her novel at the age of 14; she started writing it at 12... :ermsmile: I should get working on it again... |
:hello: ello again tis me firelily i like all the different ways you write ive been writing poems for about 6 years and i never once though about publishing and im 20 lol oh just keep your head up love and you:ll go far leah mae |
Your poems are so good! Any more? |
Hello all! Recently I've gone through many things that have just added up to impossibly heavy loads of emotional pain...but one good thing has come of it, which is that it motivated my poetry once again. It's somewhat angsty, but still subtle. Thanks for all your reviews, and I hope you like it! "Angels" How do angels fall? Imagine Translucent, fluttering wings bent and broken Breezes whispering by, unable to hold the fragments Of a heavenly body tiny and light Footsteps fading softly away Which once echoed on the little bauble of a pin Bluish eyelids glistening with dewdrop Setting sun reflected on particles of hair Too fine to tangle, limp among the pale green threads of grass A breath once weaving through the clouds She left it up there still, just before she fell Wonder now, if angels ever cry Are those the colourless raindrops that last dripped like ethereal tears Onto a sea, wrung dry of emotion Had they once sprung from now haunting eyes That blinked in the visage of an angel? Tell yourself that nothing's real The crystal grave of an angel will tell you, differently a torn halo tarnished with uncompromising air Shadowing the gravestone So invisible Mortals only become angels when they hold their last heartbeat In their hands Yet sometimes, I'll look somewhere Into blue or just dusty grey And feel like an angel Who once left her last breath among the clouds. |
Another one, that I just wrote "Cold Light" Under which a spindly weed can't even stand Falling down among the cracks of granite Threshold of grey strewn with the unliving Reminants of what never was and will never flourish Under a cold black light In a place where colors don't really, matter, anymore Thin cloth encloses the wind beside silent flesh and bone A blind eye, an unwilling ear, stretched out to the sky Not looming, nor spanning, just settling above the universe Shone upon by cold lights Which penetrate from the stars, or from beneath an ocean cloak Stilled whispers, making up the solitary sound of thunder in the distance. |
:hello: tis me leah again and once again there really good i like the one bout the angel so keep writing love leah mae |
Whoa, 'Angels' went right under my skin. It was very beautiful. :) |
Fragments of fire light; a wash of gold Reflected stars on white canvases made Mirror of a love and vision of a soul Sought and found from the heart of a glade "One," they have said, only is meant to be To find those that the common do not see And that is alit within the crimson of a dare From the eyes of brown to narrow'd sighs Transfixed on watercolour-like scarlet hair That give you a hope, and like a none other high. That poem I made up on the spot...sort of a tribute to Ginny and what J.K. hopefully one day will make of her. She's my favorite character, and some very finely written fanfiction (not on SS) have developed her so much that I can't stop from wishing that Ms. Rowling will do the same =) |
That was, again, beautiful. I know what you mean about Ginny. I love her too, and she's become my favourite character. What fiction have you read about her? I know a couple of good ones, maybe they're the same, lol! |
Hi ^^ I've read Cassandra Claire's trilogy, of course...and then various Draco/Ginny fics also strengthened Ginny's character a lot...then there are some Tom/Ginny ones...and...yesh :lol: |
*grins* I love Ginny <3 I think the most influencial on my view of her were a couple of short stories... can't remember the names though, gah. >_< |
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