As I look upon the green prairies
My eyes get filled with tears.
Centaurs , Minotaurs and faeries
Yet suddenly it all disappears.
Such a beautiful fantasy
Exists only inside my head,
Can you see the shadows on the wall?
The tragedy of watching us fall
I was the clay that you use to mould
No more will you keep me bound in iron chains
Let us end this wicked game
I don't regret the things I've done
How have your days been my friend
My compatriot in soul
Have the passing moons and winters
Taken their sweet toll
Your harsh grey skin seems jagged
Yet feels so very soft
Will you share your fate with me
Ere I am borne aloft?
The passing cars ignore you
I would like to submit this poem in a contest and I was hoping to get some honest feedback on if I should change anything or add more to it. Tell me what you liked about it and what you didn't.
Flickering light in the distance
Dances under the star's assistance
Portrayed the night...
The cold water seeps
As the sleeping beauty fleets
Silence for the dream.
The prince finds shelter
One shall deliver the cure
He walks above now.
Awaken he said.
Loves first kiss for the beauty
Blades of iridescent steel dance in my hands
Spirits from the Underworld use me like a puppet
Cut them down, send them to the Underneath
Screams of the innocent ring out
Warm blood stains my skin
Season of the Witch
Ye lord! Mask of blood and flesh, all creation,
flutter of wings, ye who bears the name of Man!
On the wall of blue flame, inscribe a twin lotus.
In the abyss of conflagration, wait at the far heavens.
Sprinkled on the bones of the beast!
From the misty mountains to the abyssal canyons
Plagued by loneliness and despair
Darkness consumes the soul
This curse has afflicted me long enough
Thrice damned I will if I do nothing
Each step is haunted by the screams of the damned
Hands of the underworld bind me with...
Ritual of the Damned
Haunted by the disfigured face
The image in my mind ne'er left
Scorched fur and twisted limbs
A once perky face stood at my side
Those who desecrated the holy land
will receive retribution in time
People are bred for supremacy
Version:1.0 StartHTML:0000000167 EndHTML:0000004138 StartFragment:0000000457 EndFragment:0000004122 A Crow's life
First light brings morning
Morning brings hunger
Crimson berries dangle from a dying tree
Pluck a tender berry or two from the tree
Belly filled, I wait...
Such a pretty girl
Why do you do this?
You harm yourself
You cut your wrists
Such a pretty girl
I don't get it
Such a pretty girl
Why do you do it?
I am a scholar
I write the truth
I etch the world
With motions of youth
Like charcoal and paper
On a tablet of stone
In mortu’ry tones
Dysthymic rhythms sensed abound
In tumult light I find blood shed,
A casting of the carnal form
A minute detail painted red
A resolution of these vows
Where abstractions seek company
Like misery and depravity;
Their own clandestine symphony
I'd have to work out the details for how we'd do this, but for those of you that don't know, I'll explain what a writing workshop is:
Basically, it's a group of writers that gets together and gives criticism on a person's piece. Workshops are intensely important for any serious writer...
The angel walked out of the forest
Wings twisted in a wreck
I looked in her direction
Stared at the gash along her neck
Her tears dripped down
To a slate black frown
And I took aside her hair
Snot, blood and woes
Mixed beneath her nose
As she whimpered “it ain’t fair”
She came out from the shower
Hair like driven rain
Her smile soft and cryptic
Said “we will meet again
Maybe when we’re older
Maybe when reborn”
I wish I could take credit
But I am but a horn
So like a horn I’ll play
Now I will go and stay beneath the trees
In ancient waving greens and golds, a sea
Of chromic sighs with strains of lonesome song
And I shall lay in thy grassy arms ere long
A moonlight spoke between
Said all it could say
Stole our words
So sweet, absurd
The silver slipped away
What has passed beneath us?
What has left us here
Took our time
With snatching crime
"I locked up my heart without feeling the warmth of love. Doomed to go down a long road with no one to assist me. As I turn a blind eye to every man that try to slither their way into my heart, I wish that one day to be like a rose and blossom. For my true love shall take my soul away." -Taneea T
Hunger bends to madness
Desire bends to sin
A quiver breaks the sadness
I am dwelling in
Warmth of summer sun
Splitting through the trees
Across the hood does run
And breaths inside of me
Is there more to this life than this paradise;
This illusion of delusions that seems so right,
Can I see more then I'm meant to see-
Or does this make me crazy?
One more step to take and I'll fall tonight
Into the lap of my specters; who hold me tight,
If the thoughts which remained...
That morning, I rose quietly,
as I always do,
But I woke to stillness,
There was no usual Sunday morning bustle.
I made my way to the living room
that morning, as I always do,
"Where could they be?" I wondered,
"Grandpa, Grandma, Papa, Mama?"
I found only my sister there.
Only the darkness will know
The truth behind the
Silence of a broken heart.
That is all. =D
Black snow falling
Cold, dead chill
Five seconds before,
a warp to the past
Heart beating strong
Moments till its last
im sorry i wasn't happy enough for you
im sorry that i let you slip from my fingers
your doubt in our union never halted me
but your trust in another did
she could cheer you up when i could not
she could touch you when i could not
she could love you physically and mentally when i could...
the pitter-patter of rain,
will always please,
ones ears in the evening.
look at the fields,
waving in the wind.
It's been a while
since I last saw your smiling face before me,
A few years sounds about right.
How long ago was it
since we last walked through the halls together?
It's been a while
since I've heard you tell a joke beside me,
Tears will not fall tonight,
Beneath the ethereal moon,
I shall dance in the snow.
Forget the sorrow of unrequited love!
I do not regret a thing,
Love, I believe, is like fire,
It warms to the core yet it burns,
inflicting its agonizing harm.
Another heedless night,
Soundless from the lips of scorn
I ponder pangs and aches
Soul-strings tempted to be torn
In the shadow of my doubt;
Where my own echoes tend to lie
Forever inked in the now
In the Dead of Night I lay awake.
Scared awake by my own fright.
I reach for your comfort, but all I find
Are handfuls of fabric.
I clutch them tight, and think of you.
It's like a dream, but I don't care.
I whisper your name, but to no avail.
So I cry it out, but your not there.
There are currently 2 users browsing this forum. (0 members & 2 guests)
Use this control to limit the display of threads to those newer than the specified time frame.
Allows you to choose the data by which the thread list will be sorted.
Order threads in...
Note: when sorting by date, 'descending order' will show the newest results first.