Rosewin Posted April 26, 2008 #1 Share Posted April 26, 2008 The faerie are false and sparkle in the distance but some say they are just stars. We caught the stars but had to let them go, tis a secret to most what they truly are. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted April 26, 2008 Author #2 Share Posted April 26, 2008 Twin Seas one night a falling star falls and a young girl sees it across the sea so does a young boy the falling star is supposed to signify the birth of a mighty warrior one to unite the world on the evening of the falling star across the sea a warring nation attacks the small country on which the boy lives before the sunrise they attack his village along the coast the girl across the sea stayed up late listening to the waves the army kills the boys parents and his village flees in rafts and boats they are also a warlike people just not as mighty as the conquerors who pushed them out of their land they cross the sea and a two weeks later they land the young boy jumps off the raft with a spear the savages attack the girls village a battle enuses the boy thrusts his spear into the girls father she sees and the others kill her family in the end the villagers fight all day from the sunrise attack to dusk when they finally kill all the invaders, all except the boy he is taken prisoner and adopted into a royal family trained as a soldier and to be a noble the girl is taken also but by her poor relatives they forget all about it but the boy never forgot how he lost his home and then his family and the girl never forgot how she lost hers then years later another war begins one though of the poor people against the rich the boy now a commander in the army moves his forces across the forests and fields the girl prepares to defend her new village the villagers meet them in battle but before it can begin the girl walks in front of the troops because she really didnt want to fight the boy sees her remembers and he cries for the first time since that night so long ago he stops the war but back home the war raged and his whole family again was killed he returns with the girl to find he is the last of the family and even adopted he still becomes king and she his queen and he battles all nations and they all fall till they become one and thus the world was united not by his army but by one girl who made him cry Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted April 28, 2008 Author #3 Share Posted April 28, 2008 Crystal Tears I saw you cry once, A crystal tear slowly dripped down your cheek; An everyday miracle for a statue to weep. At least in my sanctuary, My fountain of happiness: Your honey dewed voice all full of sweetness. Why do the waters now taste bitter To this simple imperfect christian? I talk to a statue that cannot listen. I whisper a love she cannot hear, I scream this pain and die within. "I am sorry I hope you understand," Those words come to me as an unwelcome friend. This world of mine is broken and does not spin, This heart of mine begins to crumble within... You come to life and listen only to the screams And my whispers of love were said to none; My whispers of love were said to stone. I saw you alive once, Apparently even stone sins just like me. But all you hear is my pain, this disease Twisted and turned upside in and outside down, Pain translated into the many tongues of fear. The skies are darkening and the storms are near. Now we stand apart, a statue and a monster, And the winds silence my sorrow and my humanity As I slip beneath the surface of sanity. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sporkling Posted April 28, 2008 #4 Share Posted April 28, 2008 Nice poems. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charlie Donuts Posted May 1, 2008 #5 Share Posted May 1, 2008 Great Poems Covis... Great! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted May 2, 2008 Author #6 Share Posted May 2, 2008 Thank you Sporkling and P/AK. My next one is also one from my archives written in honor of the Virgin Mary and all the other goddesses that have came before her and that she represents. Mary's Mystique my ancient princess i search for you in a thousand books all except mystique eludes i see you take trace like the devil in the tile in patterns that take shape you of many titles where are you antiquity? inconclusive are clues in scrolls and manuscript all except mystique eludes Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted May 3, 2008 Author #7 Share Posted May 3, 2008 (edited) Elaine of Astolat & the Old Men of Kathmandu they say a witch lives in the mountain where old men visit a wishing fountain once every one hundred years she appears soothing, calming, taking away our fears they pack their cares neatly in sacks next to their diaries written in facts with wishes like to be young once again to take the hand of the lovely lady Elaine ancients remember and you should as well the time of cast spells when angels fell she died in flight the sky island queen her face someone said so lovely and serene will they say the same of us i wonder? in our coffins refusing to simply go under will we be afraid to come down mountainsides? to kneel beside the beautiful bride who died pressing one careful finger to our lips whispering prayers from some forgotten script we all continued making the sign of the cross as the whole court began mourning the loss of our lovely lady, the lady of Shalott Edited May 3, 2008 by Clovis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted May 8, 2008 Author #8 Share Posted May 8, 2008 Winter's Debris My letters form fragile autumn leaves Which tremble in the simplest breeze Written in the forest of ancient script Hidden from you in many secret glyphs Deep within a dark glade sanctuary My deceptions take the shapes of trees My words form fallen autumn leaves Truth is trampled leaving disbeliefs Golden leaves tarnish and fall apart Careful footsteps for broken hearts Are eaten by worms and dark faerie Leaving shadows of winter’s debris Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted May 8, 2008 Author #9 Share Posted May 8, 2008 Rose Fragile and fallen Stepped on and trodden Watch your step and walk with care Were you the only one to see it there? A simple rose As you draw it close Thorns tear while blood flows Still you hold dear never letting go Imagine Him On the cross without sin No shining crown only nails He loved you that day without fail Is this life? Every turn met with strife Care is not easy when it is true So hold onto this rose for this rose is you Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted May 8, 2008 Author #10 Share Posted May 8, 2008 (edited) The Huntress descending angel whisper into the ears of the beast allay my every fear as the monster does cease yielding to your wonder to your every charm romance your crest and crown i submit and disarm orion's sword you wield and your quiver and bow sylvan sanctuary revealed within the oak forest a throne elven eyes gaze and imagine this forest nymph as his own Edited May 8, 2008 by Clovis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted May 12, 2008 Author #11 Share Posted May 12, 2008 (edited) Castle & Class i. it was just as it became night she looked deep not trusting her sight a carriage drew near alright the driver not seen in the dim light horses stopped their galloping pace she held her breath frozen in place the coach stopped as her heart began to race the door slowly opened then she saw his face quite handsome she thought with eyes steeled grey his clothes reminded her of the olden day she opened her mouth quite not sure what to say he simply smiled with a 'greetings milady' 'it's much to dark out would you like to ride?' she looked around no longer in city but countryside not believing what she's seeing with eyes open wide 'do not fret my darling please step inside' soon as she did and looked out the carriage window she saw herself still walking alone down the road ii. spirited away taken by the faerie little by little she started to worry even so things were not all that scary indeed her eyes became glassy and starry and soon enough they came to the gates greeted by guards and ladies in wait she started to wonder 'what is this strange fate?' even more so 'what is this strange place?' (incomplete will finish soon) Edited May 12, 2008 by Clovis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Owlscrying Posted May 12, 2008 #12 Share Posted May 12, 2008 Very cool Clovis essence of dark and light is captured completely Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Quill Posted May 12, 2008 #13 Share Posted May 12, 2008 These are very lovely. How did I miss them before? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
satan_incarnate Posted May 12, 2008 #14 Share Posted May 12, 2008 Great writing clovis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
mirrors Posted May 12, 2008 #15 Share Posted May 12, 2008 Thank you Sporkling and P/AK. My next one is also one from my archives written in honor of the Virgin Mary and all the other goddesses that have came before her and that she represents. Mary's Mystique my ancient princess i search for you in a thousand books all except mystique eludes i see you take trace like the devil in the tile in patterns that take shape you of many titles where are you antiquity? inconclusive are clues in scrolls and manuscript all except mystique eludes I've heard this somewhere before... have you previously published it?? thankyou for the poems they were fantastic! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
SeEtHeR Posted May 12, 2008 #16 Share Posted May 12, 2008 Awesome writings. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted May 16, 2008 Author #17 Share Posted May 16, 2008 (edited) Thank you guys. Owlscrying I do try and maintain that balance it is one of the most important things for me when writing thanks for noticing. mirrors yes I have published 'Mary's Mistique' before on a few of my past websites and blogs. Maybe on themestream too when that was still around? Well I finally finished my second part to Castle & Class and was a busy bee and wrote three other poems in addition to that last night. Castle & Class: ii spirited away taken by the faerie little by little she started to worry even so things were not all that scary indeed her eyes became glossy and starry and soon enough they came to the gates greeted by guards and ladies in wait walking past tables set with golden plates she started to wonder 'where is this strange place?' rushed into a chamber they said was always hers a four poster canopy bed and a kitten that purred they painted her body and face in red ochre dressed her in silks becoming a vision of mesmer 'do not stare too long into the pool' a tiny voice said a small coronet was then placed on her head a claddagh on her finger the heart so, so red then down a hall a statue in her image bled marriage vows exchanged during a storm the tears did not cease and a banshee was born Edited May 16, 2008 by Clovis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted May 16, 2008 Author #18 Share Posted May 16, 2008 (edited) Witchsong it was the witching hour between midnight and sunrise dark ones have their most power opposite the hour that christ died she was singing sweetly outside voice lulling carried by wind her song one of years gone by not heard around these parts in no one sings no more! especially this time of night a happy song but who for? just for her and the moonlight? something though was not right i looked out the window half expecting a fright but no one knows which way the witch goes i saw her once as a child face serene then oh so vile! The Shadowen Mother It is a masquerade ball Outside my window A party for one 'Or is it two my child?' 'Fear me' she said! And took of her mask The face of the dead Of ten thousand pasts Edited May 16, 2008 by Clovis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted June 9, 2008 Author #19 Share Posted June 9, 2008 (edited) Three more poems since the last two are actually considered one. I hope you enjoy. Constellations Lady Di hangs by a star or two nocturnal animals with hands ready to catch They stare into the sky and cry for you and run away when the gods begin to clash The stag, the bear, the night owl too they run to Arcadia, they follow the path Who will he appear as the beast or Callisto? the child a king who will rule many nations. But first must defeat the one in the crystal his mother's father the wolf in translation In the very end the gods make us all fools for even when they fade away we're left in fascination The Visitors: A Sonnet we visit graveyards to honor the dead hearts and flowers crumble, falling below softly touched headstones and prayers are said silent remembrance for those long ago our fingers trace name and years from the past calling to memories and stories once told their words are only heard by the green grass making us ourselves fear for growing old so we dance and laugh breaking into song adding up dates impressed by the strong last sorrowing for those who could not live long mixed feelings for a couple whose years matched then we depart like the leaves the winds stir leaving nothing except for how they were The tragedy of war... it feels like one of life's greatest tragedies i can say this since it's been two years will i carry it within me for the rest of my life? this inability to escape the memory of you it makes no difference if i give in or fight cowards and warriors cannot hide or win the battle continues long after the war and the miracle of it all is i have survived ...and the memory of a rose there is a locket i wear all the time yet there is no precious metal or picture of you the memories of loss are the thorns of my heart and thorns never made the flower less true beautiful to the eye if not to the touch yet ever so often i hold on just so and even if memories are not really you i find it so hard to try and let go Edited June 9, 2008 by Clovis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
grither Posted June 9, 2008 #20 Share Posted June 9, 2008 All very beautiful poems! I loved them Clovis. Your a great poet . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AzmodeusNiccademusTzadkiel Posted June 9, 2008 #21 Share Posted June 9, 2008 These are very nice Clovis, I've been lacking inspiration for writing more poetry, perhaps I'm losing my edge? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted June 9, 2008 Author #22 Share Posted June 9, 2008 (edited) Thank you grither you are a scholar and a gentleman. Very appreciated comments Azmodeus and yes I have lost my edge repeatedly in the past but this last month has been quite productive. Not in the scale of say Plath who wrote a poem a day for one period and compared to her some of us have no edges but are dull little things lacking in life, inspiration, and wit. Edited June 9, 2008 by Clovis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AzmodeusNiccademusTzadkiel Posted June 9, 2008 #23 Share Posted June 9, 2008 Thank you grither you are a scholar and a gentleman. Very appreciated comments Azmodeus and yes I have lost my edge repeatedly in the past but this last month has been quite productive. Not in the scale of say Plath who wrote a poem a day for one period and compared to her some of us have no edges but are dull little things lacking in life, inspiration, and wit. I'm going to have to look for this person's poetry, by the way, I just made another poem... Hope to hear from you on it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted June 14, 2008 Author #24 Share Posted June 14, 2008 (edited) Three more poems, the first is about mosquitoes, after an episode of being terribly bit one night, luckily only the females bite, but they do return to the males and throw some up so they can feed as well. The second is about domestic violence from the eyes of a child. The last poem was inspired by an RP session I had once which were one among many I had with that person which gave us a chance to develop our characters. Gah used to be so many people to RP with before now no one seems to RP. These were all written in 2004. Silky Fire Metallic Wine Beneath rainbows it is humid and hot My skin ruined, no longer smooth just sticky Demons dance like cursed pixies And feast on sweet blood just underneath Now torn flesh itching with poison My skin ruined, no longer smooth Flames form from razor tipped fangs Silky fire metallic wine is served warm Black winged flights over muddy puddles In drunken highs of life’s own nectar To return to those unable to savor Silky fire metallic wine Reina de la Tristeza To the Queen of Sadness... She rules a kingdom all her own A sad little girl all alone Shadows form behind cardboard Cutouts that turn to flesh and blood In a house of dolls where she rules A sad little girl that dies and lives A braided crown wrapped around With glittery stars around her eyes She sees all inside her house Where the dolls love and cry Hate and scream in voices not their own With glittery stars falling down How an Angel Says Goodbye I saw her, maybe in a dream or someplace far away Always walking, walking away but this time she sat alone With hands around knees trying to find comfort in something Wrapped around her shoulders were only her own black wings Coal black hair framed her face wind tossed all over the place Glowing skin gleamed but not as bright as her hidden dreams She talked to me once, or was it really just a dream? Words like liquid ice said from those pouty lips all red Fangs formed then, how can someone so alive be so undead? She cried for me once, a single tear shed from her dark eye Forming a rose I can still feel flush on my face to this day Walking away into the sky is how an angel says goodbye Edited June 14, 2008 by Clovis Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rosewin Posted June 19, 2008 Author #25 Share Posted June 19, 2008 Requiem Éternellement in a digital world i still work in a bit of an analog way when i say hello there is so much more that i want to say feelings within and how i see poetry in the universe tiny things the kind that all fit in a little hearse i listen to grey's anatomy songs but i never watch the show i wonder if you listen too, or would you? i guess i'll never know and would you sing along with me or when you are all alone? these little lyrics form a requiem my feelings on a gravestone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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