Harmonious_Echos

Degorram, I really liked the poem too...I thought the rhythem was a little choppy, but it still worked well, probably better than I could do it! In any case, I see a lot of truth in the phrases "children of disaster", and the whole last stanza...I especially liked the part "all can't see with thier own eyes/that life at all is living". I've felt the frustration at humanity in general, that we so often take for granted the things which should be most precious to us, and lose sight of what life really means, in the rush and chaos of living. Great poem! *Harmony goes off to beat up her muse, to try to wake her up*

Uuh...huh....

Heh...makes me think of all the folk dancing I used to do with my parents...*sigh* ah, memories. My mom and papa were (and still are) the best polka-ers I know...

Harmony arrives with her accompaniment, a ghost-like muse with a lute, floating above and behind her. She glances dreamily at the food, then decides she's not hungry, and politely seats herself as close to Wyvvern as possible without seeming too forward...or getting barbeque sauce on her cream-colored silks from Ran-Yoko's avid munchings. She arranges her dress and her muse and begins twiddling a strand of golden hair between her fingers, attempting to think of something witty...

A young maiden in a cream-colored silk gown catches sight of the red-hair from a tower window and waves goodbye...

I like the way your poems have a rhythem to them, a certain beat...even without an actual rhyme scheme. I especially liked "hope", the way you ended it with one word. Keep writing!

See, I can write OF love...but never of being IN love...not romantic, just depressing...

Two Hearts in Love We are two hearts in love My soul, my eyes A heart that longs That lingers with a gentle touch, And too, a heart that cries. We are two hearts in love, My self and I A heart un-shy Ravenous and cunning Starving for excitement. So we feel shame And shamefully take our prize live just to lift our bloody trophy high; And my two hearts weep to be clean Of our sweet, ghastly sin. We are two hearts in love, Our hour is near For ending love’s embrace Forevermore. In the Dark Feeling my way in the dark I strike a match On my calloused heart And watch it burn awhile A candle’s no use here This darkness surrounding me Is a part of my soul My tears fall, pointless now Like the match, Falling dead from my fingers Light gone Leaving me to feel the burn In the dark again How To Warm February What do you make of February? The coldest month of the year- The most drear-- A time best spent in school, Spring dances, Or otherwise huddled In groups to keep warm. And yet, for all its many Weatherly problems, It is known to many as the month for love? Perhaps our dear Saint Valentine In all his wisdom recognized-- That a little love goes a long way-- and love is by far The best heater of them all. For a tree’s life I wish that I could be a tree; I’d fly fast and far on stiff wooden wings, Settle deep into dark, forgiving earth, And there begin to grow. I’d turn out my leaves fresh and new every spring, And put my flowers on display for awhile, Birds might nest in my branches, Children might carve their initials, And I wouldn’t need to care. I’d bend when the wind blew, Revel at the Sun’s touch, Stand naked outdoors in the coldest of winter, And sigh softly for joy when the rain fell, Using my leaves and branches as the instrument Of my happiness.

Thanks, AuroraAoD! Here are a few more poems... Old Temptations O Temptation, Dear Old friend- Have you come a-haunting me A-haunting again? Standing ever by me On Razor’s edge I’ll tred; While you teach the facts of life Night is Black, Blood is Red. You must hold your foes close but hold your friends away, lest they become too close, And know to get away from you… O Temptation I'm feeling your old flame Have you come a-haunting me a-haunting Again? Trapped Sinking Choking lungs screaming for air it is hard to die- still harder to live- dark water foaming over my eyes Over my head bubbles fleeing from my sight-- The frenzied scrabble of my hands slows, and now my head is throbbing with the nearness of death Dark water whispering sleep, sleeeeep… yet my numb fingers close around a car's door handle and I am free! Soaring up breaking the surface gulping air, my heart racing Realizing I will not die today! Magic Lantern I am a genie in a golden lamp My magic lights the way for others here Yet, trapped inside my cell I cannot see The light that shines from me You are the genie in the lamp I hold Your magic lights my pathway through the night I wish to break your bonds and set you free To shine for all to see

hehe...

'Yikes'! 'quoth I, 'pon reading the last bit how do I write of Pain, knowing of it? For pain with knowlege makes a poison drear which brings on me paralysis, from fear...

Interesting...very interesting...can't say I understand any of it, but it's got a lot of good descriptives, makes you think. Just not quite sure it makes me think about..except insanity...

Very, very good....much better than the works I saw on Poetry.com...I especially liked the one about shifting time, that rang true for me as well...a sense of being trapped in one's self, unable to leave or change. That's what I got from it. *retreats back into own cell*

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...