SexySultryAngelBabe wrote:
In the rains of spring in the thunderstorms of summer. I confess my crimes and sins to you. Forever your warrior and woman. In the fallen leaves of autumn. The fierce wind chills of winter Alone you and I in my teepee staying warm. Forever your warrior and woman. I fight my battles and wars for acceptance. When all I ever have known are hate crimes oppression prejudice racism in this world. Forever your warrior and woman. From custers last stand to both wounded knees. My ancestors and I fought to protect our land. Bleeding tears no white man understands. I'll defend you with my heart love soul spirit. Forever your warrior and woman.
Lovely poem, very romantic and strong. Makes me hope for luck between you and your love! đź’•
I actually wrote this lyrical thing for an RP.
Idk I don't have a title *shrug*
What passing dream doth play duet to fillies of forethought
Sweet songbird serenade, are these the prayers you have brought?
The bosom warm, oh keep it be
Despite endless inanity
Such mindless wanderings and let them never now be caught.
Idk I don't have a title *shrug*
What passing dream doth play duet to fillies of forethought
Sweet songbird serenade, are these the prayers you have brought?
The bosom warm, oh keep it be
Despite endless inanity
Such mindless wanderings and let them never now be caught.
I have admittedly been toying with sharing this one for months, and I always refrained because I didn't want to bring down the mood. It's personal, but I felt it was worthy of sharing nonetheless. There's an odd sense of pride with it, aside from clear personal resonance. I hope you all enjoy. 
Open. Throw. Close.
I was walking by-
coffee cup in hand.
He was in black boots, blue sweat pants, black jacket with green elbow pads;
- lazily on the sidewalk
he swung his arms back and forth,
looking as exasperated as a child can,
never saying a word. Just
waiting.
I saw her, in the little red Honda, hands on the steering wheel.
The boy opened the car door; --
Open. Throw. Close.
He tottered off in a little circle, and as if playing airplane and came back.
Open. Throw. Close.
Her hair was disheveled but her clothes were nice in the confines of the vehicle
-- but I knew the look.
Would it be all right if I took off? Staring into the overcast sky, contemplating.
There was no penance for looking after one for only 5 years. All
the pain, heartache, and sacrifice. Would it be all right?
There was no place to take this decision she had made
and now had no idea how to handle.
We're taught that when we are young, yes,-
there are consequences but that can be made up over time, --
but 5 years
was not enough time.
The boy came back, opened the door in hopes of getting her attention, threw, and it closed
locking her in the silence of regret, and agony.
Would if be all right if I just left?
It would only last minute, getting back into traffic and accelerating away from
something I wanted to do but never should have endeavoured.
Eyes flickering.
He would chase after her in confusion, or stand there and begin to cry, lost.
She would see it in the rear view mirror--
But it would pass. It would only last a minute, only a minute.
And as she did what she had to do, I stood there
and wished my mother had done the same.
Open. Throw. Close.
I was walking by-
coffee cup in hand.
He was in black boots, blue sweat pants, black jacket with green elbow pads;
- lazily on the sidewalk
he swung his arms back and forth,
looking as exasperated as a child can,
never saying a word. Just
waiting.
I saw her, in the little red Honda, hands on the steering wheel.
The boy opened the car door; --
Open. Throw. Close.
He tottered off in a little circle, and as if playing airplane and came back.
Open. Throw. Close.
Her hair was disheveled but her clothes were nice in the confines of the vehicle
-- but I knew the look.
Would it be all right if I took off? Staring into the overcast sky, contemplating.
There was no penance for looking after one for only 5 years. All
the pain, heartache, and sacrifice. Would it be all right?
There was no place to take this decision she had made
and now had no idea how to handle.
We're taught that when we are young, yes,-
there are consequences but that can be made up over time, --
but 5 years
was not enough time.
The boy came back, opened the door in hopes of getting her attention, threw, and it closed
locking her in the silence of regret, and agony.
Would if be all right if I just left?
It would only last minute, getting back into traffic and accelerating away from
something I wanted to do but never should have endeavoured.
Eyes flickering.
He would chase after her in confusion, or stand there and begin to cry, lost.
She would see it in the rear view mirror--
But it would pass. It would only last a minute, only a minute.
And as she did what she had to do, I stood there
and wished my mother had done the same.
This is something I did back in 2009. I am not even sure if it can be counted as poetry or not, but. -shrugs- So uh...Please don't be too harsh to judge on me. thanks.
I had posted it on my DeviantART account, and it inspired someone to do a drawing to represent my work, which they did ask my permission to do.
The Night's Child
It’s midnight.
The sky is pitch-black.
The air is cool.
High above the trees,
Little stars dance within the sky.
The moon shines fully,
With a silver glow.
Streams of silver,
Dance from the moon itself,
To the earth below.
I stand, in the middle of the glow…
That flows to the forest floor.
Hunter green, is my hooded cloak…
Cobalt blue, with swirls of silver,
Be my silk tunic…
While jet black covers my pants,
As well as my boots
I am of the night.
I was born into the night.
Know me. Know who I am.
I am…the nights child.
I had posted it on my DeviantART account, and it inspired someone to do a drawing to represent my work, which they did ask my permission to do.
The Night's Child
It’s midnight.
The sky is pitch-black.
The air is cool.
High above the trees,
Little stars dance within the sky.
The moon shines fully,
With a silver glow.
Streams of silver,
Dance from the moon itself,
To the earth below.
I stand, in the middle of the glow…
That flows to the forest floor.
Hunter green, is my hooded cloak…
Cobalt blue, with swirls of silver,
Be my silk tunic…
While jet black covers my pants,
As well as my boots
I am of the night.
I was born into the night.
Know me. Know who I am.
I am…the nights child.
Winters_Fury wrote:
This is something I did back in 2009. I am not even sure if it can be counted as poetry or not, but. -shrugs- So uh...Please don't be too harsh to judge on me. thanks.
I had posted it on my DeviantART account, and it inspired someone to do a drawing to represent my work, which they did ask my permission to do.
The Night's Child
It’s midnight.
The sky is pitch-black.
The air is cool.
High above the trees,
Little stars dance within the sky.
The moon shines fully,
With a silver glow.
Streams of silver,
Dance from the moon itself,
To the earth below.
I stand, in the middle of the glow…
That flows to the forest floor.
Hunter green, is my hooded cloak…
Cobalt blue, with swirls of silver,
Be my silk tunic…
While jet black covers my pants,
As well as my boots
I am of the night.
I was born into the night.
Know me. Know who I am.
I am…the nights child.
I had posted it on my DeviantART account, and it inspired someone to do a drawing to represent my work, which they did ask my permission to do.
The Night's Child
It’s midnight.
The sky is pitch-black.
The air is cool.
High above the trees,
Little stars dance within the sky.
The moon shines fully,
With a silver glow.
Streams of silver,
Dance from the moon itself,
To the earth below.
I stand, in the middle of the glow…
That flows to the forest floor.
Hunter green, is my hooded cloak…
Cobalt blue, with swirls of silver,
Be my silk tunic…
While jet black covers my pants,
As well as my boots
I am of the night.
I was born into the night.
Know me. Know who I am.
I am…the nights child.
I really like that
Mercyinreach wrote:
Wax Play
Sickeningly sweet the darkness meets the light.
Secretly the whispers make you sweat between the sheets.
Every call out, every word, you're hanging by a thread.
Say you're sorry, do it again and watch them lose their heads.
Dripping from the melt of the flame, the lashing back at you only feeds your game.
It's bliss like every angry word hissed between your teeth.
Lying to yourself only makes the darkness delightfully weak.
So lie but don't dare, because you know the truth.
Sickeningly sweet the darkness meets the light.
Secretly the whispers make you sweat between the sheets.
Every call out, every word, you're hanging by a thread.
Say you're sorry, do it again and watch them lose their heads.
Dripping from the melt of the flame, the lashing back at you only feeds your game.
It's bliss like every angry word hissed between your teeth.
Lying to yourself only makes the darkness delightfully weak.
So lie but don't dare, because you know the truth.
I like the imagery in this one. I can picture it, especially the middle part. It leaves me wondering about the meaning, whether the second person was a willing participant of the game or an unwilling participant. Very interesting and evokotive.
SexySultryAngelBabe wrote:
In the rains of spring in the thunderstorms of summer. I confess my crimes and sins to you. Forever your warrior and woman. In the fallen leaves of autumn. The fierce wind chills of winter Alone you and I in my teepee staying warm. Forever your warrior and woman. I fight my battles and wars for acceptance. When all I ever have known are hate crimes oppression prejudice racism in this world. Forever your warrior and woman. From custers last stand to both wounded knees. My ancestors and I fought to protect our land. Bleeding tears no white man understands. I'll defend you with my heart love soul spirit. Forever your warrior and woman.(for a man who actually loves and understands me)
I like this one a lot. I think the chorus is really catchy. Sometimes I can't hear the rhythm the way I would be able to if I was hearing someone read it out loud or sing it, because it's all together. Spacing between each verse might help with that....helping to make it easy to picture how it should sound when it's read out loud.
Here's how I picture it in my head when I read it. You can tell me if I'm hearing it right or not.
In the rains of spring, in the thunderstorms of summer. I confess my crimes and sins to you.
Forever your warrior and woman.
In the fallen leaves of autumn. The fierce wind chills of winter Alone you and I in my teepee staying warm.
Forever your warrior and woman.
I fight my battles and wars for acceptance.
When all I've have known are hate crimes, oppression,
Prejudice, racism in this world. Forever your warrior and woman.
From custers last stand to both wounded knees.
My ancestors and I fought to protect our land.
Bleeding tears no white man understands.
I'll defend you with my heart love soul spirit. Forever your warrior and woman.
That's how I hear it when I try to say it in my head. Anyway, I love it and wish I could hear you sing it and play it. Congrats good job
Serein wrote:
Monochrome
The world was full of light
With you by my side
The grass was green,
The sky a baby blue
Color filled every space
Every place
Songs floated through the air
I laughed,
I smiled,
I jumped and danced,
Knowing you were with me.
But when you went
The color left
Songs faded
And there was no longer light.
My world became muted
I saw in monochrome
The greens, blue, pinks, reds,
Became no more than
Blacks, whites, and greys
I no longer laughed,
Smiled, or jumped or danced
Not with you not by my side.
Isn't that how it always is?
When you loose someone you love?
Light turns to dark
Happy turns to sad
And color
Turns to monochrome.
The world was full of light
With you by my side
The grass was green,
The sky a baby blue
Color filled every space
Every place
Songs floated through the air
I laughed,
I smiled,
I jumped and danced,
Knowing you were with me.
But when you went
The color left
Songs faded
And there was no longer light.
My world became muted
I saw in monochrome
The greens, blue, pinks, reds,
Became no more than
Blacks, whites, and greys
I no longer laughed,
Smiled, or jumped or danced
Not with you not by my side.
Isn't that how it always is?
When you loose someone you love?
Light turns to dark
Happy turns to sad
And color
Turns to monochrome.
This is great. I really like this.
I just wanna say I like everyone's poems.
Here is another one of mine from 2009.
Nightlife
As the sun goes down,
Signaling the end of day…
I listen to the sound of night life.
As the moon takes it’s spot,
Up high within the sky…
I hear the chorus of wolves,
Singing loud and strong.
And as the wolves sing,
To the moon,
I hear the yips…
And the yowls
of the coyotes in the distance.
A band of hyenas sit,
And cackle away like mad.
High in a tree,
Sits a wise old owl.
His hoot,
That sounds like “who”…
Keeps the hyenas laughing.
I am comforted,
In more ways than one.
For it is nature’s life,
Within the night.
It is there,
Nightlife.
Nightlife
As the sun goes down,
Signaling the end of day…
I listen to the sound of night life.
As the moon takes it’s spot,
Up high within the sky…
I hear the chorus of wolves,
Singing loud and strong.
And as the wolves sing,
To the moon,
I hear the yips…
And the yowls
of the coyotes in the distance.
A band of hyenas sit,
And cackle away like mad.
High in a tree,
Sits a wise old owl.
His hoot,
That sounds like “who”…
Keeps the hyenas laughing.
I am comforted,
In more ways than one.
For it is nature’s life,
Within the night.
It is there,
Nightlife.
Winters_Fury wrote:
Here is another one of mine from 2009.
Nightlife
As the sun goes down,
Signaling the end of day…
I listen to the sound of night life.
As the moon takes it’s spot,
Up high within the sky…
I hear the chorus of wolves,
Singing loud and strong.
And as the wolves sing,
To the moon,
I hear the yips…
And the yowls
of the coyotes in the distance.
A band of hyenas sit,
And cackle away like mad.
High in a tree,
Sits a wise old owl.
His hoot,
That sounds like “who”…
Keeps the hyenas laughing.
I am comforted,
In more ways than one.
For it is nature’s life,
Within the night.
It is there,
Nightlife.
Nightlife
As the sun goes down,
Signaling the end of day…
I listen to the sound of night life.
As the moon takes it’s spot,
Up high within the sky…
I hear the chorus of wolves,
Singing loud and strong.
And as the wolves sing,
To the moon,
I hear the yips…
And the yowls
of the coyotes in the distance.
A band of hyenas sit,
And cackle away like mad.
High in a tree,
Sits a wise old owl.
His hoot,
That sounds like “who”…
Keeps the hyenas laughing.
I am comforted,
In more ways than one.
For it is nature’s life,
Within the night.
It is there,
Nightlife.
Nightlife. I like that. Nice imagery.
She has me in a basket
In the lines between the page
Falling through a sidewalk crack
Between the bars of a cage
She has me at her mercy
Back and forth from joy to pain
She'll give an inch, I'll give a yard
Then do it all again
Perfection of her verbiage
It's like a work of art
Beyond my comprehension
Locks up my mind and heart
Something so perfect
You freeze in place
You can't look away
You can't turn your face
And when she's gone
I'm still standing there
I'm staring, dumbfounded
At the space that's now bare
At the empty lines
Rereading the texts
Re-experiencing the feelings
Pre-writing what's next
Having whole conversations
Hypothetically
Of what she would say
Of how it would be
Hours spent crafting
Such words in my mind
Maladaptive daydreams
That cloak passing time
Willing trapped
In the web of false dreams
Time drips, drops and gurgles
Away from real things
I tried to let go
Tried to back up a step
But it's hard to say no
When she cannot forget
The perfect storm
Of technology and you
Has me completely hooked
And I don't know what to do
In the lines between the page
Falling through a sidewalk crack
Between the bars of a cage
She has me at her mercy
Back and forth from joy to pain
She'll give an inch, I'll give a yard
Then do it all again
Perfection of her verbiage
It's like a work of art
Beyond my comprehension
Locks up my mind and heart
Something so perfect
You freeze in place
You can't look away
You can't turn your face
And when she's gone
I'm still standing there
I'm staring, dumbfounded
At the space that's now bare
At the empty lines
Rereading the texts
Re-experiencing the feelings
Pre-writing what's next
Having whole conversations
Hypothetically
Of what she would say
Of how it would be
Hours spent crafting
Such words in my mind
Maladaptive daydreams
That cloak passing time
Willing trapped
In the web of false dreams
Time drips, drops and gurgles
Away from real things
I tried to let go
Tried to back up a step
But it's hard to say no
When she cannot forget
The perfect storm
Of technology and you
Has me completely hooked
And I don't know what to do
Here's the last of my poems that I have. I haven't written anymore, as far as I know.
Also thanks to Abigail_Austin for the compliments of my old work.
Creatures of the Night
The golden sun of day,
goes down
to sleep the night away.
As creatures of the day
sleep,
creatures of the night
awake.
The moon rises into the sky.
Streams of silver shine
all about.
Wolves howl, hyenas
cackle.
Sounds of nature at night
sound all around...
till the sun rises once
more.
Sleep, sleep creatures of
the night
till the sun goes to bed
again.
Also thanks to Abigail_Austin for the compliments of my old work.
Creatures of the Night
The golden sun of day,
goes down
to sleep the night away.
As creatures of the day
sleep,
creatures of the night
awake.
The moon rises into the sky.
Streams of silver shine
all about.
Wolves howl, hyenas
cackle.
Sounds of nature at night
sound all around...
till the sun rises once
more.
Sleep, sleep creatures of
the night
till the sun goes to bed
again.
Absence,
As they say,
Makes the heart grow fonder,
So maybe it's time
You've played your part,
And grew one of your own.
As they say,
Makes the heart grow fonder,
So maybe it's time
You've played your part,
And grew one of your own.
I was seeing Black and White
Drowning in the Depths of my Despair
The world was Muted
No Songs Sung
No Light in the Dark of my Life
Then one day, You Appeared
Like a nightlight
You shone brightly in the darkness
Suddenly I heard choirs of voices
Singing the melodies of
Cupid's arrows that pierced my heart
You pulled me from my grief and loss
Helped me stand
When I couldn't walk
You reignited the dying embers inside
My fire roaring back to life.
For this my heart beats for you
I hope forever and always
And it gives me peace
Knowing yours does for me
Drowning in the Depths of my Despair
The world was Muted
No Songs Sung
No Light in the Dark of my Life
Then one day, You Appeared
Like a nightlight
You shone brightly in the darkness
Suddenly I heard choirs of voices
Singing the melodies of
Cupid's arrows that pierced my heart
You pulled me from my grief and loss
Helped me stand
When I couldn't walk
You reignited the dying embers inside
My fire roaring back to life.
For this my heart beats for you
I hope forever and always
And it gives me peace
Knowing yours does for me
Abigail_Austin wrote:
SexySultryAngelBabe wrote:
In the rains of spring in the thunderstorms of summer. I confess my crimes and sins to you. Forever your warrior and woman. In the fallen leaves of autumn. The fierce wind chills of winter Alone you and I in my teepee staying warm. Forever your warrior and woman. I fight my battles and wars for acceptance. When all I ever have known are hate crimes oppression prejudice racism in this world. Forever your warrior and woman. From custers last stand to both wounded knees. My ancestors and I fought to protect our land. Bleeding tears no white man understands. I'll defend you with my heart love soul spirit. Forever your warrior and woman.(for a man who actually loves and understands me)
I like this one a lot. I think the chorus is really catchy. Sometimes I can't hear the rhythm the way I would be able to if I was hearing someone read it out loud or sing it, because it's all together. Spacing between each verse might help with that....helping to make it easy to picture how it should sound when it's read out loud.
Here's how I picture it in my head when I read it. You can tell me if I'm hearing it right or not.
In the rains of spring, in the thunderstorms of summer. I confess my crimes and sins to you.
Forever your warrior and woman.
In the fallen leaves of autumn. The fierce wind chills of winter Alone you and I in my teepee staying warm.
Forever your warrior and woman.
I fight my battles and wars for acceptance.
When all I've have known are hate crimes, oppression,
Prejudice, racism in this world. Forever your warrior and woman.
From custers last stand to both wounded knees.
My ancestors and I fought to protect our land.
Bleeding tears no white man understands.
I'll defend you with my heart love soul spirit. Forever your warrior and woman.
That's how I hear it when I try to say it in my head. Anyway, I love it and wish I could hear you sing it and play it. Congrats good job
Zoloft
Suddenly I'm frozen
I was alright
But now I'm frozen
And day turns to night
The hours melt away
But I can't move
I can't advance
I can't improve
Just one thought
Has made me halt
And logic can't
Dislodge that thought
It makes no sense
No sense at all
But on this stumbling block,
I fall
I haven't tried
But I feel I've failed
I'm not on track
But I feel derailed
I expect too much
From too little work
Like mountains will move
Without shoveling dirt
How can I fail
When I have not tried
It's all in my head
I am what I decide
And before, I felt fine
So productive with time
But now I am paralyzed
Stuck in my mind
I know it's anxiety
Of my next move
Of the ways it won't work
Of the things I won't prove
Covered with Zoloft
And drowned in daydreams
Deflected with faith
But more sharp than it seems
It's dullened and drowned
But it's still in there
Making me hesitate
Frightened to dare
But in the battle
Against death and time
Though we nobley fight
Failure isn't a crime
It's destiny
And we face time with honor
Eye to eye with entropy
In chaos, making meaning
To face it with dignity
Is all we can ask
That's our only goal
That's our only task
Suddenly I'm frozen
I was alright
But now I'm frozen
And day turns to night
The hours melt away
But I can't move
I can't advance
I can't improve
Just one thought
Has made me halt
And logic can't
Dislodge that thought
It makes no sense
No sense at all
But on this stumbling block,
I fall
I haven't tried
But I feel I've failed
I'm not on track
But I feel derailed
I expect too much
From too little work
Like mountains will move
Without shoveling dirt
How can I fail
When I have not tried
It's all in my head
I am what I decide
And before, I felt fine
So productive with time
But now I am paralyzed
Stuck in my mind
I know it's anxiety
Of my next move
Of the ways it won't work
Of the things I won't prove
Covered with Zoloft
And drowned in daydreams
Deflected with faith
But more sharp than it seems
It's dullened and drowned
But it's still in there
Making me hesitate
Frightened to dare
But in the battle
Against death and time
Though we nobley fight
Failure isn't a crime
It's destiny
And we face time with honor
Eye to eye with entropy
In chaos, making meaning
To face it with dignity
Is all we can ask
That's our only goal
That's our only task
SexySultryAngelBabe wrote:
Lazari-Not_IEPFB- wrote:
A midnight walk,
as I look at a singular grass stalk.
The lamppost shined a dim light,
highlighting my eternal plight.
Everybody disappears,
nobody around.
On my face,
tears.
But the most beautiful thing of all,
was you leaning onto that wall.
as I look at a singular grass stalk.
The lamppost shined a dim light,
highlighting my eternal plight.
Everybody disappears,
nobody around.
On my face,
tears.
But the most beautiful thing of all,
was you leaning onto that wall.
SexySultryAngelBabe wrote:
Lazari-Not_IEPFB- wrote:
SexySultryAngelBabe wrote:
In the rains of spring in the thunderstorms of summer. I confess my crimes and sins to you. Forever your warrior and woman. In the fallen leaves of autumn. The fierce wind chills of autumn. Alone you and I in my teepee staying warm. Forever your warrior and woman. I fight my battles and wars for acceptance. When all I ever have known are hate crimes oppression prejudice racism in this world. Forever your warrior and woman. From custers last stand to both wounded knees. My ancestors and I fought to protect our land. Bleeding tears no white man understands. I'll defend you with my heart love soul spirit. Forever your warrior and woman.(for a man who actually loves and understands me)
A little something...
Eternity
To love us was to love the ocean
The gentle dance of water against sand
Life blooming within our depths
A surface none could break
Still, you feared
To keep you was to keep the sea
crashing waves in the wake of a storm
A wild nature one can't ignore
You felt so deeply
I wanted it all
To miss you is to miss my heart
That, beating, you took from me
Torn apart by wind and tide
You once eased
To miss me is to miss your soul
A typhoon, welcomed no more
Crashing into the cruel deep
I once called home
We..
What else could there be
Left in binds beneath the sea
Our love was broken
By fear and greed
But we will be for eternity
Eternity
To love us was to love the ocean
The gentle dance of water against sand
Life blooming within our depths
A surface none could break
Still, you feared
To keep you was to keep the sea
crashing waves in the wake of a storm
A wild nature one can't ignore
You felt so deeply
I wanted it all
To miss you is to miss my heart
That, beating, you took from me
Torn apart by wind and tide
You once eased
To miss me is to miss your soul
A typhoon, welcomed no more
Crashing into the cruel deep
I once called home
We..
What else could there be
Left in binds beneath the sea
Our love was broken
By fear and greed
But we will be for eternity
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