Hit me with some of your poetry! I don't care what its about as long as its got feels to it.
Thoughts Pretty words
Dragongirl85
New Member
Really? You are quoting Tolkien?
Please do tell what is wrong with that? Are Tolkiens works yours? If you don't like it, fly away to your Dragon imagination land. But don't start bitching about it, especially to me because I can't handle people with a big mouth who are new here.
And secondly, the creator of this Thread clearly states that she don't care what it's about as long as it got feels to it. So you may not like it for some stupid unimportant reason, but no one really cares.
Thirdly: You might want to consider a different approach in how you talk to people you don't know. I other words: Be kind, friendly. You have every right to dislike things, but there is a normal way to let people know.
Oh where will I lay my head?
In the Land of the Lost I dread.
For me you see , my eyes I can close,
But the door to my soul is revolving
Like the wind in a Tornado .
Will it stop for awhile?
Will it go on forever?
Can I lay with you ,
till I heal my wings?
Can I stay warm in your embrace,
Till my heart again sings?
Too much to ask as I know this too well.
Too much to cry for, maybe so.
But then we all throw coins in a wishing well
Or so the Story goes.
In the Land of the Lost I dread.
For me you see , my eyes I can close,
But the door to my soul is revolving
Like the wind in a Tornado .
Will it stop for awhile?
Will it go on forever?
Can I lay with you ,
till I heal my wings?
Can I stay warm in your embrace,
Till my heart again sings?
Too much to ask as I know this too well.
Too much to cry for, maybe so.
But then we all throw coins in a wishing well
Or so the Story goes.
sadness sighs in heavy breath
The rise and fall of a lover's chest
Where upon the head does rest
With quieted mind it's soul attest
To sensuous touch and thoughtful caress
Can sooth the sorrow words cannot address...
The wind blows chill within my bones and darkness stretches on before me. Sudden regret, no more to hear your voice your laughter there to thrill me.
But tomorrow when I wake, I'll pull myself up out of bed. And I will hope and ponder, and wander forth and live my life instead
But tomorrow when I wake, I'll pull myself up out of bed. And I will hope and ponder, and wander forth and live my life instead
Dragongirl85
New Member
Actually, I was more impressed that someone quoted a relatively obscure passage. It's a little depressing, but beautiful. But go ahead and judge me.
"How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down, into my core
Where I've become so numb, without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there, and lead it, back, home"
Obviously not my words, but the lyrics really resonate at a personal level for me.
Leading you down, into my core
Where I've become so numb, without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there, and lead it, back, home"
Obviously not my words, but the lyrics really resonate at a personal level for me.
Shadows are falling and I'm running out of breath
If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less
When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
There's a train leaving nightly called, "When all is said and done"
Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house
You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while.
These are wonderful lyrics.
I like to think these words would of been his last. x
If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less
When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
There's a train leaving nightly called, "When all is said and done"
Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house
You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while.
These are wonderful lyrics.
I like to think these words would of been his last. x
Shadows are falling and I'm running out of breath
If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less
When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
There's a train leaving nightly called, "When all is said and done"
Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house
You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while.
These are wonderful lyrics.
I like to think these words would of been his last x
If I leave you it doesn't mean I love you any less
When you get up in the morning and you see that crazy sun
There's a train leaving nightly called, "When all is said and done"
Sometimes when you're doing simple things around the house
You know I'm tied to you like the buttons on your blouse
Keep me in your heart for a while.
These are wonderful lyrics.
I like to think these words would of been his last x
A poet, a painter, a man without a name
A heart, a hunger, a bright and burning flame
A water deep, a way of sleep
A thirst, a truth, a glass of grace
A distance between the face to face
A finger’s tip, a fragrant smell
A swollen lip, where pleasures dwell
Oh the hunger
And the yearning
Of a heart that will not heal
Oh the loss
And the heartache
Of a soul that cannot but feel
Unsatiated the desire that bubbles up within
That hungers for every pleasure be it holy or a sin
Oh the ancients of this world
Know that passions lie unfurled
Further into fire, further into ice
Intensify the flavour, fling the dreaded dice
Brighter be the flame that burns with holy fire
Darker be the darkness, that undertow inside her
...but oh
Are you ready
For the curses of the crucible
Of heaven’s host entire
The reaper rides on relentless
With sickle by his side
...oh
A poet and a painter and a man without a name
Who dances through the ages
Who still appears the same
Though centuries surround him
Encloaked by all the stars above
...a Man, amen, an entire lover’s love
(a little something I wrote in 2017)
A heart, a hunger, a bright and burning flame
A water deep, a way of sleep
A thirst, a truth, a glass of grace
A distance between the face to face
A finger’s tip, a fragrant smell
A swollen lip, where pleasures dwell
Oh the hunger
And the yearning
Of a heart that will not heal
Oh the loss
And the heartache
Of a soul that cannot but feel
Unsatiated the desire that bubbles up within
That hungers for every pleasure be it holy or a sin
Oh the ancients of this world
Know that passions lie unfurled
Further into fire, further into ice
Intensify the flavour, fling the dreaded dice
Brighter be the flame that burns with holy fire
Darker be the darkness, that undertow inside her
...but oh
Are you ready
For the curses of the crucible
Of heaven’s host entire
The reaper rides on relentless
With sickle by his side
...oh
A poet and a painter and a man without a name
Who dances through the ages
Who still appears the same
Though centuries surround him
Encloaked by all the stars above
...a Man, amen, an entire lover’s love
(a little something I wrote in 2017)
xox
L
LilithX
Guest
Is It Weird That I Miss You?
You know that feeling you get
When a familiar scent or something you see
Takes you on a journey to a memory.
The smell of the crisp fall air,
The smell of cologne.
The colors- golden leaves against a bright blue sky.
Or, the first four seconds of a song.
That feeling-
When your heart drops into your stomach,
And the emotions from that memory
Wash over you.
Your red truck,
You swore you’d keep forever.
Walking with no destination or purpose,
Talking about everything and nothing at all.
Laughing at the people next to us,
Too drunk to remember the lyrics.
You grabbed my hand,
So I wouldn’t get lost in the crowd.
And when you got home you asked,
“Is it weird that I miss you?”
I saw you today.
You and that red truck.
That smile of yours that feels like a hug.
I wonder if there are times
You are brought back to
The memory of us.
I wonder...
Is it weird that I miss you?
You know that feeling you get
When a familiar scent or something you see
Takes you on a journey to a memory.
The smell of the crisp fall air,
The smell of cologne.
The colors- golden leaves against a bright blue sky.
Or, the first four seconds of a song.
That feeling-
When your heart drops into your stomach,
And the emotions from that memory
Wash over you.
Your red truck,
You swore you’d keep forever.
Walking with no destination or purpose,
Talking about everything and nothing at all.
Laughing at the people next to us,
Too drunk to remember the lyrics.
You grabbed my hand,
So I wouldn’t get lost in the crowd.
And when you got home you asked,
“Is it weird that I miss you?”
I saw you today.
You and that red truck.
That smile of yours that feels like a hug.
I wonder if there are times
You are brought back to
The memory of us.
I wonder...
Is it weird that I miss you?
I saw you smiling that day
I saw you smiling the first day
Your smile caught me and my attention
That day I realized that I love you
That day I realized that you are mine
That day something just hit me
I knew that life would change from here
I knew that its first love for sure
Yes, its love and I can see
You loving company feels like
Ecstasy to me
It will stay forever this way in time
Baby I know that this bond will grow
I will be yours forever
I love you so much!
I saw you smiling the first day
Your smile caught me and my attention
That day I realized that I love you
That day I realized that you are mine
That day something just hit me
I knew that life would change from here
I knew that its first love for sure
Yes, its love and I can see
You loving company feels like
Ecstasy to me
It will stay forever this way in time
Baby I know that this bond will grow
I will be yours forever
I love you so much!
This is my sole ever attempt at anything that could be confused with poetry.
The thread did ask for 'our' poetry so in the interests of sticking to the topic, here it is.
Its a 'prophesy' from one of my early novels. I'm too wordy to make a good poet.
From hither abouts and whence anon
On darkened moon a goddess comes
To walk upon this land so fair
This land felt feet, e're ever felt air.
To walk this land e’re many a mile
To see, to touch, perchance to smile
The lights of the lands, bright in her hair
Pale of Gods hands, bid thee royal fair.
Once comes upon a breaking dawn
This child across the devil's spawn
On this child golden light did shine
Now awaken child for it is surely time.
Harken all, to the morning sun
The black reflects the warning sung
Awaken not her keepers red
Hearts, the demons fill with dread.
The demons number shall be three
And terrible will their vengeance be
Ask not of this goddess golden,
A Kingdom falls, a world beholding.
Copyright 2015
Ls x
The thread did ask for 'our' poetry so in the interests of sticking to the topic, here it is.
Its a 'prophesy' from one of my early novels. I'm too wordy to make a good poet.
From hither abouts and whence anon
On darkened moon a goddess comes
To walk upon this land so fair
This land felt feet, e're ever felt air.
To walk this land e’re many a mile
To see, to touch, perchance to smile
The lights of the lands, bright in her hair
Pale of Gods hands, bid thee royal fair.
Once comes upon a breaking dawn
This child across the devil's spawn
On this child golden light did shine
Now awaken child for it is surely time.
Harken all, to the morning sun
The black reflects the warning sung
Awaken not her keepers red
Hearts, the demons fill with dread.
The demons number shall be three
And terrible will their vengeance be
Ask not of this goddess golden,
A Kingdom falls, a world beholding.
Copyright 2015
Ls x