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

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"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?

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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......

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 =)

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"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...

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.

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!

*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. >_<