We take a seat, prepared to dine,
I'll eat my bread and drink my wine,
But when I'm done I'll leave my place,
Assorted not without distaste,
And take myself unto the skies,
Down the steps and into town,
Away from stars still shining down,
And free into the wind,
Airy breeze to wash me out,
Calming peace to still my doubts,
And thus it all begins,
I think, remember, gaze around,
I daze, fall over, meet the ground,
And look into the sky,
At stars, oh do they fly,
And wonder what I've found.
Showing posts with label Nostalgic Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Nostalgic Poems. Show all posts
Thursday, October 31, 2013
For Tears of Sapphire Glaze (What am I?)
These doors are now open,
The truth lies within,
The emerald haze lifting,
...Again and again,
A monster inside,
That thou shalt not see...
A terrible lie...
And a bargaining plea...
These tears fall unsoundly,
Bursting from seams...
But now they call softly,
Goodnight and sweet dreams...
The truth lies within,
The emerald haze lifting,
...Again and again,
A monster inside,
That thou shalt not see...
A terrible lie...
And a bargaining plea...
These tears fall unsoundly,
Bursting from seams...
But now they call softly,
Goodnight and sweet dreams...
Labels:
Hardcore Poems,
Mysterious Poems,
Nostalgic Poems
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Hold on my Dearest
Fragrance no more,
Yet scents they do last.
Petals peeled gentley,
From ataxic gardens,
Of dying roses.
Take no love from my wishes,
Darling.
However missed you are,
I shall see you again.
When these petals will shower us,
I'll gratify their intent.
Leaving my past,
To carry on,
With you...
Yet scents they do last.
Petals peeled gentley,
From ataxic gardens,
Of dying roses.
Take no love from my wishes,
Darling.
However missed you are,
I shall see you again.
When these petals will shower us,
I'll gratify their intent.
Leaving my past,
To carry on,
With you...
Labels:
Death Poems,
Emo Poems,
Inspirational Poems,
Life Poems,
Nostalgic Poems,
Poetry
Heartfelt Comparisons
In all my life I've held no flower,
To compare it to thine lips.
Nor would I climb the highest tower,
To seek a gentle kiss.
Amongst the hills and rolling plains,
Of mice and deer to race.
Or holy falls of peaceful rain,
Your beauty they outgrace.
Yet may your eyes still shine like stars,
On all my weakest days.
Lifting up my drowned scars,
And light my heart ablaze.
Although you gleam like heaven not,
Your beauty true lies not forgot.
To compare it to thine lips.
Nor would I climb the highest tower,
To seek a gentle kiss.
Amongst the hills and rolling plains,
Of mice and deer to race.
Or holy falls of peaceful rain,
Your beauty they outgrace.
Yet may your eyes still shine like stars,
On all my weakest days.
Lifting up my drowned scars,
And light my heart ablaze.
Although you gleam like heaven not,
Your beauty true lies not forgot.
Labels:
Inspirational Poems,
Love Poems,
Nostalgic Poems,
Poetry
Sift Through the Sands
It flows,
Breathing harshly,
Forcing this cold despair,
Upon those who do not revolt,
Fight this,
Sleep,
Foggy, endless,
Dreaming, seeing, yet disbelieving,
Holding no candle to sorrow,
Forever.
Breathing harshly,
Forcing this cold despair,
Upon those who do not revolt,
Fight this,
Sleep,
Foggy, endless,
Dreaming, seeing, yet disbelieving,
Holding no candle to sorrow,
Forever.
Dreamed Awakening
The blade is dull.
The hilt disfair.
The shimmers of gold,
Now emptily bare.
The grass is all dead.
The muck thickly creeps.
And all is surrounded,
By lifetimes of deep.
The rotted trees loom.
Their life long since strangled.
The world that they've known,
Is deathly entangled.
The sword still slips sinking.
Its blade does not gleam.
It falls deeper down,
In an unending dream.
The hilt disfair.
The shimmers of gold,
Now emptily bare.
The grass is all dead.
The muck thickly creeps.
And all is surrounded,
By lifetimes of deep.
The rotted trees loom.
Their life long since strangled.
The world that they've known,
Is deathly entangled.
The sword still slips sinking.
Its blade does not gleam.
It falls deeper down,
In an unending dream.
Poke'love
Poke'mon, oh Poke'mon,
You give me sweet resolve.
From Bulbasaur to Celebi,
I must collect them all.
Poke'mon, oh Poke'mon,
The times we have are grand.
In pallet town or golden rod,
You always take my hand.
Poke'mon, Oh Poke'mon,
I love you to this day.
We'll own those noobish trainers,
In all good fun and play.
Poke'mon, Oh Poke'mon,
Id rather you be here,
So I can maybe grin and laugh,
And shed a loving tear.
You give me sweet resolve.
From Bulbasaur to Celebi,
I must collect them all.
Poke'mon, oh Poke'mon,
The times we have are grand.
In pallet town or golden rod,
You always take my hand.
Poke'mon, Oh Poke'mon,
I love you to this day.
We'll own those noobish trainers,
In all good fun and play.
Poke'mon, Oh Poke'mon,
Id rather you be here,
So I can maybe grin and laugh,
And shed a loving tear.
Labels:
Funny Poems,
Love Poems,
Nostalgic Poems,
Poetry
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