Knight Posted February 22, 2003 Report Posted February 22, 2003 Starting in a rough order: Life What is life? Is it happiness rife? Is it sadness aboud? Or anger all around? Is it sorrow for a lost friend? A broken heart that will not mend? Is it a constant fight? a struggle on through the night? Is it the feeling of rage? despite all that has happened in your age? or maybe it is the joy of love? that is pure and sweet, like a dove. Life is all of this, and much much more. It awaits for you to open the door.
Knight Posted February 22, 2003 Author Report Posted February 22, 2003 Death Is it the ever present specter? Is it the cold and eerie silence? Is it in every facet and sector? Is it at the hands of violence? Is it a calm reprieve? Is it the end of all you see? Is it nothing more to believe? Is it knowing that you will cease to be? Is it pain and bitterness abound? Is it pain and fear? Is it your end coming around? Is it your end near? Death is closing - Death is here. Death approaches, embrace him. Death is closing - you've reached your nadir. Death approaches, your chances are slim.
Knight Posted February 22, 2003 Author Report Posted February 22, 2003 Untitled I sit here, wondering in my mind, When I look, what I shall find, Looking into a world of dark and gloom, Will it be despair or doom? Any of these things I seldom seek, For the make one seems small and meek; No, it is courage that I know, In times of trouble, the hearts of men will show. It is this thing that I shall see, And hope that in time, I shall be.
Knight Posted February 22, 2003 Author Report Posted February 22, 2003 On My Own On my own, the darkness surrounds, On my own, the darkness abounds. On my own, the darkness will take, On my own, when I wake. On my own, my feelings die, On my own, all is a lie. On my own, against the fall, On my own, I stand tall. On my own, I wait grim, On my own, against a whim.
Knight Posted February 22, 2003 Author Report Posted February 22, 2003 A Search in Fire There is a gentleness in the fire, like the singsong of the lyre, The burning of a fire is forever, Reminds me of all to which I endeavor. To find myself, and know what's true, In everything that the people do, Searching for answers that are far, Wondering whatever that they are. There is an urge in my mind, to seek what I seek, and find what I find.
Knight Posted February 22, 2003 Author Report Posted February 22, 2003 Things to Seek There's certain things that I should want, Always searching, in my hunt, For these ever-wondrous things, I will keep looking, and see what heart brings. O love is one of these I know, With it pleasure deep will show. And of courage I shall speak, And keenness of mind I shall seek. Of these qualities one and all, Love shall be my only fall.
Knight Posted February 22, 2003 Author Report Posted February 22, 2003 Why me? Why must it be me? Why can't they see? I search my mind, Yet I can't find, Why must it be me? Why do they desire to know? Why must I show? I ponder why, If they should lie, Why do they desire to know? Why is it that they seek? Why should I feel weak? I do not know, If I feel so low, Why is it that they seek? Why must it be me? Why can't they see? I search my mind, Yet I can't find, Why must it be me?
Knight Posted February 22, 2003 Author Report Posted February 22, 2003 There are things in the choices that we make, Our will may be firm, yet we can't forsake, The good of some others that we may find, Some hearts ring pure, sweet and quite kind. I seek and search, wondering what is true, Trying to find myself, and see what is new. I find that she still holds my heart captive, Yet that is fine, 'tis where it ought to live. things that I seek, and the things that I wonder, Finding these odd things may tear me asunder, Yet still I search, and strongly hope to see, The one thing that I should want for me.
Knight Posted February 22, 2003 Author Report Posted February 22, 2003 To Seek is to Find One who sees things that nobody else does, Often sees these things quite simply because, Noone else is willing, for thoughts unseen, Yet the one who does, must seem very keen. These things, as all seem most always unfound, Yet, if one seeks these things, chances abound. Searching for answers to some many things, Wondering if found, what ev'ry one brings. As it stands, I shall endeavor to find, Those quiet things lurking inside of my mind. Still though, I wonder, what it is I seek, and when I find it, shall I still be weak?
Knight Posted February 22, 2003 Author Report Posted February 22, 2003 I find that I would look upon her gaze, would fling myself into a wound'rous maze, find myself lost in a most splendid thing, of which poets write, and bards may still sing. All of this is great; quite good, you might know, Makes me forget even the most dire foe, For a short time, I have found my heaven, yet always must I leave, my heart leaden. Still though, I know that soon I shall be back, And then bask in warmth, as I have what I lack. With finality that I shall not embrace, I'll smile again, and look upon her face.
Peredhil Posted February 22, 2003 Report Posted February 22, 2003 welcome BACK! I note a couple of repost along with all the new, but it's nice to have them all together. Specifics on a first read through. - Thank you for posting in individual sections - much easier to read. I like 'question' poems. they suggest and hint answers by the way the questions are phrased, but they encourage the reader to question as grow with the artist. When I read some of these, I see the strength of allowing weakness, the vulnerability (and fear!) of love, and the courage to look at others. These themes resonate with me, so it's likely that I really like these so much 'cause they fit my world view. Trying to put myself aside... I still like them. You've grown a great deal as a writer, and show more strength than ever in expression. In some of your earlier works, the technical skill with words were there, but they seemed more manipulated. Here you present a view of you, focused through your skill in words, that invites the reader to openly examine themself too. Erm. In my opinion. Of late, I've been told I read too much into other's works. Hugs the EB Keep writing, if only for yourself.
Vigil StarGazer Posted February 22, 2003 Report Posted February 22, 2003 Interest series of poem with a common theme that qualifing itself to be a worthy collection =) The questions raised on those poems raises a common theme call "life" and if i would name this collections of works as such i could not find another better title for it =) clean style, good form, fair style, and meaning of the poem throughtly translated. Congraulations Knight.
Knight Posted May 26, 2003 Author Report Posted May 26, 2003 Figured I'd bounce this back up, for all to marvel in it's horror...
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