Harmonious_Echos

A Cheshire tho' this cat be, not, his claws t'were sharp, and breathing, hot, and I, a-spying over him could not deny his Cheshire grin

Erm...reverie happens to be male.

true, true...that is why it's so tricky to find and write about subjects that so many people can relate to. I think you've done that, though. Congrats!

Acutally, I have a hard time writing poetry that isn't entirely free-verse and/or depressing in nature. Most of my works are written when I'm feeling bad! For instance, Dusk to Dawn, Gecko Dreams, Grey Day, Memorial, Twilight, and After the Beginning are all about sad or bad experiences. I don't have many romantic poems! Here are a couple I'd call 'romantic'-- Motorcycle Ride My laughter building, Bubbling up in me on a summer’s evening A motorcycle ride, just you and I My mind is spinning, Full of your scent as we are riding, So close, my arms wrapped tight around you Wind, fall far behind, We two will conquer you-- Sing in our ears a harmony We are in tune For I’m feeling the way we fly Feeling the stares of passers-by In their eyes I see their envy As we roar on by Road, lead us onward, forward, Casting our eyes ahead Our cares far behind Smooth and free, we’ll soar No secret care could break, or take, this magic from us My heart is burning, Wishing this ride would never end, Feeling the chill of sunset, washing over us So sad to go, I don’t even want to leave Twilit stars winking their pleasures At us down below Out on our motorcycle ride Baby I lied We were eager once In the springtime nights together And I held your heart And I know that you held mine I have come to know, now That all we have together Rests on those sweet hours Those sweet hours that will never come again I know you love me still I know you always will I love you too You know I do Oh I have tried and tried To stay by your side but I lied when I said I was true I love you so, but Baby I just can’t stay with you Ice Cream in the Rain Do you remember that sweet march day Just barely warm enough To go out for ice cream Do you remember the thunderhead that rolled on in While we sat under the Dairy Queen sunroof outside? How we laughed and shivered As the rain poured down How the thunder crashed around us And we minded not a bit Mixing ice cream and rain With kisses And as spring broke around us It lifted us up in a flawless joy As the years go by And we toil in strife We often forget how much we have And in march, when the wind Is blowing thunderclouds in Can we still eat ice cream in the rain See what I mean? None of those are any good at all, except maybe the motorcycle one...and even that's not great. I'm just not good at expressing my romantic side in poetry...

What he said! I too have dreams of flying, which I've had for years, very strange thing about them, I had to teach myself to dream that way...more on that in my other posts!

Amen! *claps* Also very well written, yes it is, it is. (exits in full Yoda mode, plus cane and cape)

you use them more maturely.... I love that.... *ahem* Well I think it is good the way it is, too. I agree with q, it's a little 'teen dreamy' at first, and then closes more solidly, realistically, but hey, that's the way that Love is supposed to be, right? Starting off as a dreamy steamy huggy in-your-face PDA sort of thing, then slowly growing up and out into a sweeter, longer lasting thing....

LOL stargazer a stalking ninja put me in a sack of dirt now I'm so lonly can you say "L A M E"

Love the post....love the creative response from wyvvern...good stuff. (alternate Ego kicks in)THIS SITE RULES *dances in circles on the ceiling* AND I JUST HAD MTN.DEW!!! Alternate ego backs off...(OK going to go stick a sack over my head now)....

*sneaks back in to murder the cheese* STAB STAB STAB FIREBALL LIGHTNINGBLAST MUUAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!! http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif *ahem... *sneaks back out*

Duh, COLLAGE, as in the art of putting together a picture from several small peices of other pictures or objects...NOT "college", aka a place where the government attempts to coagulate our creative minds into one blah society...Kind of like they're building a collage...uh, dictionary anyone? heh... I like this poem. It reminds me of the Anime 'Evangelion'...the part where the girl's spare bodies are blown into a million bits and swim around in the cloning tank giggling insanely...uh, I'm going to go stick my head in a blender now. (exits)

Ehrm....is that a poem? it kind of reads like one...but there is no structure...

I like it...it makes me think about a statue in winter, or maybe like Michaelangelo's studious young man...I think it was michaelangelo... heh. Anyway nice mental imagery

I have way too many poems to post in here but here are a few of my better ones... Memorial to P.J. one gun one bullet one life What would we give to see you again? You should be twelve, To swim in the creek, Bring home frogs in your pockets, eat toasted marshmallows, and later, to catch fireflies… Instead, I jump at every closing door, every knock, every footstep, a single gunshot echoing and re-echoing in my mind. Where are the muddy hands, now, to wash? The ragged pant-knees to patch? Gone, all, but a great dark stain on the carpet Life-blood, too precious to wash away. Dear God, What were you thinking? A dream of Sun and Day Once in a dream, in spacious darkness a maze of tombs trapped me, pacing endless circles in the quest for freedom— While all around me, crumbling symbols of humanity stood, lost souls, petrified with a clinging evil easy to sense but not to flee. Once in a dream, Through dulling senses, faint, I hear a church bell’s toll— see the resentful darkness parting for a living emerald, a Lady, flooding her life-light through every statue in the tomb— but I, in seeing such joyous abandon, fled cowering in unreasoning fear. Once in a dream I hid in my cowardice, still the Lady Sunday found me took my hand, and led me gently to a door. Then I awoke, and seeing morning sunshine, knew- she had not gone, but merely changed her form to light my way once more. Published or Bust! Inspiration is a fleeting thing- any writer knows that. My words fall like teardrops onto the page and I chop down my dreams to fit proper rhyme schemes... Can I help it if "the Moon in June" sounds better than "the Moon in September"? Polish, They say, polish. "Poetry is an art easy to dabble in; hard in which to reach true perfection" Well!! I don't believe in sonnets-- So there, Shakespeare! My words flop and whither as I write fading to a façade of grandeur- So like the simple truth behind them; And in my mind nightmare Editors whisper through sullen lips, "She cannot write! She never will! She is a child" And so I'm here, scribbling down this bit of myself for me to see; I'll show myself. I will-I will! I must. Fairie Touch If you wash your face in dew On the first of may-- I’ve heard that you’ll receive the Touch-- Fairie beauty for a day. The story goes, or so they say The Fairie Touch is sure To make a lass Queen of the May But then, she must endure The many many many Compliments, and remain humble-- Or else, the Queen of Fairies frowns and swears to bring her trouble! Northern Lights Cold, cold fire running Running rippling free Shining river-sea of light Over my head Over my dreams tonight Raise, raise my spirit Spirit harmonies free A symphony of sight Into my eyes Into my thoughts tonight Night, night starlit rainbows Rainbows shimmering free A lasting memory bright Into my heart Into my soul tonight Dusk To Dawn Night-fall Night-fall Dark-fall Eve-fall Catch the day’s dying breath Savor it Wrap yourself in mystery… Sky-bright Sky-bright Star-bright Moon-bright Clinging skeins of silken radiance Weave them in Weft of ancient magic… Cloud-red Cloud-red Blood-red Morn-red Mourn the gently dying night With fevered dancing Pulse of day’s beginning… Gecko Dreams My Listless Life...Ah, comforts fount in dreaming! I lie like the gecko in the sun, still, waiting for Fortune to flutter by, yet I am burned by Cruel Experience-- I strive only to slumber in peace. So deep, my dreams, and so full of wonders-- as if I wander nightly, free, in Paradise and I fall willing prey to such forgetful bliss. Fortune, flutter by-- I care for naught but sleep. Can our awakened world be so bright? Our reality, be more fulfilling? I cling to sweet illusions, hoping that in a place where dreams are real old wounds can, maybe, heal, and joy, jewel-faced, may gleam once more within my reach. Evening on the farm The hay is up, the cows are in… the pigs are grunting in the sty… The barn-doves mourning with their kin… the smell of cooking wafting by… For now at last my day is done... so softly sings the robin near... and through my window sets the sun... thus entertaining eye & ear... Such sweetness settles round about… when twilight stains the glass-clear sky… and labor-weary we all bow out… and listen to Night's new lullaby… Gray Day The world is sad today— Gray skies, Dove-colored eyes Through which the soul of the world Can be seen, weeping. And my soul, too, Is swept along In a current of stormy tears. To view great sorrow Only brings us pain… Why, then, does it bring such comfort, joining the rain? Twilight Puzzle Wind blows, Trees rustle far away— Through your window I can hear the night Bring me a candle, hold me closely As I flicker, cup your hands about me… And I’ll find a way to follow The scent of your body, sweet and dim Twilight Puzzle, do I fit in? Thunder rumbles, doves call out in fear— A wisp of lilacs’ deep perfume All of the world is singing, softly, As I listen, will you wait with me? I would give you all I cherish But the look on your face, so cruelly kind Twilight Puzzle, must I be blind? Star-light in sunset, frost hinted in the air— The tang of earth, an odorous pall Lifting the curtain, watch the moon rise So you linger, to let me think I’m free Still I cling to rotted fantasy Until your body blocks the light Twilight Puzzle, how can I fight? After the beginning Before the storm breaks, I sit melancholy in the lamplight- Fragile light that whispers dark memories into my mind. A cool breeze stalks by, tossing my hair and hissing softly through the trees. I have survived one storm- the angry roars like wind the flashing eyes, the threatening rumbles; the bitter curses falling like rain- and so I sit, and wait as one storm passes and another begins.

THat was funny...

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