Reincarnation of the poetry thread

[cradle]

Dust settling on my soul like a bad habit on a selfish slob.
leaving what I once had behind just to have a thrill.
no pain,
I can't smile or frown.
Expressionless is my face, my soul turns numb as my heart withers away at the light melancholy breeze.
I stand alone in this room.
The window opens but no light shines through.
Oh how I long for this dark grey soul to turn bright again.
Oh how I long for you to come back into my arms, to be beside me one last time.

I havent writen any poetry in a long time...so that might have come out kind of bad...

[bulletsinmyhead]

Crade and Cyring_Crimson_Tears, that was great.

[Crying_Crimson_Tears]

Wow, Cradle you never cease to amaze me with your writing capabilities.

[cradle]

Thank you...you have now been moved up to my number 1 fan lol.

[Crying_Crimson_Tears]

lol. Thank you.

[Crying_Crimson_Tears]

Messages underlying.
The insane never see.
Blessed or cursed with their friends?
Cages and cages.
Jackets that don't keep warmth.
Bars and metal rooms.
The needles stabbing.
The fluid to keep the sanity.
Told you're okay, no you're not.
They just say that,
so you'll stop screaming.
Thrashing and thrashing.
The sweat dripping now.
More needles, more people.
A new metal room.

[Hawthorne]

Hey all, I am new to Gothic.net. My name is Lyle. So here is some of my poetry.

After sun, into the night,
After fall with winter's light,
Shadows form a silhouette,
Of feathers dark, sorrows regret,
And eyes of rain, do shine so bright,
After sun, into the night.
—After sun


A feather from a raven’s wing
The bird of night starts to sing
Of falling stars and secrets kept
Of dreams of dark and long nights slept.

The raven sits down in her nest
As the red sun sets in the west
When the moon begins to rise
The nighten gale does start his cries

In the shyness of his sad song
He hides and sings 'till morning dawn
As birds take flight for sun is here
A rose glistens with morning’s tears
—Mourning's Dues

[Godslayer Jillian]

Absolutely love them!
This is my kind of poetry: imagery and a rythmic meter.

[transformingfate]

Those are beautiful, Lyle. You are a really talented writer. The imagery and descriptive wording is amazing.

[transformingfate]

Okay, now I'm on the reincarnation of the poetry thread. Does this thread include songs that have something of a rhyme scheme, or is there a seperate thread?
I just thought I'd post a few different ones here. I have the tendancy to be long-winded when it comes to poetry, but I have some that are shorter, so I'll throw them out here. They'll vary greatly in style because I like to experiment (sometimes to my detriment). The places where I do not use capitalization are intentional. I've been on FictionPress (my site)for over a year now but I'd like to get fresh thoughts from people who don't always read my work. I'll begin with an older one that won a poetry.com contest in the summer.

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"6 a.m."

When the shadowed veil of pain
Falls from sunlight’s dawn
Gently crushing mortal hopes and dreams,
Leaving on my heart a crimson stain
Bleeding my colors across an empty sky
Blinding stares caught on night’s last glare
All the dyes of life and truth showing lurid,
With no faith in daylight,
The contrast sharp against the sable shade
Still visible on the horizon of my soul.

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"dim light"

dim light (too bright)
in the (screaming) pages of my diary
my lust and my anger on the same sheet
my road (of thought) wandering, but free;
dancing across paper and my (black-lit) smile,
my emotions circle, my (deathly) words
spin(ing forever) in torpor-ific shame;
deadly hate and (more) deadly love,
pages calling (beloved) my undying name,
first kisses bitter(sweet)
last words’ misery and love (tainted)
white paper black words (together)
like myself and you, black and white (stained)
still spin(ing forever) in black-lit shame
pages of thought calling my name
(beloved)

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"Fatal Frailty"

I’m dark-shadowed, love, fluttering around your candle-flame –
A moth with singed wings unable to resist your glow
(Deadly attraction, but willing all the same):
Soft black night-wings trembling, cast shadows on the wall;
Your fire to meet perfection in my imperfect, fire-blinded sight
And it’s happily I wing my fragile way to your flickering light.
The tic-tock, tic-tock, of the clock is dangerous;
Every second, every tic, every tock, brings me closer -
Closer to the moment when I will sacrifice
My body and heart in your consuming blaze – Nearer,
And nearer still, to the instant of frailty
Where I will fall into your brightness, and linger,
Until your devouring flames engulf me;
And my ashes will crumble away from you,
Darker still than even my night-cloaked wings,
To fall, to collide with the wind, and be swept away
Into complete frailty, into nothingness.

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"Art"

I will draw us a picture
A darkened self-portrait of this
Knife-edged romance and the taste of your lips
I will paint all our colors
A darkened brilliance on pure-white canvas
Sacrificial suicide of hearts and your presence
I will sketch the outlines of love
A bleeding splash of unwritten words on my wrists
Crucifixion of myself to you and perfection with a twist
I will illustrate our story
A bleeding image of beauty that can't be missed
Concealing all in our love and the warmth of your kiss

[Kireo-Umoshiae]

Very nice, transformingfate. I wrote this poem quite recently. Which is astonishing because I haven't written anything in about half a year. I also haven't been on Gnet for as long. Somehow, I forgot how deeply I love darkness (which doesn't sound quite as I want it to thanks to my current state of hazy absentmindedness). I think I let my parents (and others) get to me, but I'm back. So here's a poem that I haven't named yet.

The sleppy hills
divide me
The twilight moon
it binds me
The silver dusk
it covers me
Another restless night

Howling wolves
Hidden cave
Adrenaline

The mystery
The mischief
Excitement waking me
Adrenaline
Adrenaline

Hallucinagen
Insomnia
Adrenaline

Adrenaline

It basically describes what I felt like about a year ago. I realised that all I want to do is get a band and devour myself in music. I was so addicted that every night for a long time, I couldn't sleep. I wanted to go to a nightclub or something and rock out. Thanks to age restrictions and very over-protective parents, I couldn't do either. So some nights, I'd sneek out of my house and jog. BTW, it wasn't RLS, I'm sure.

The poem also describes some creepy dreams I used to have that I miss.

[Kireo-Umoshiae]

Here's one more I wrote before the previous one. Just for juxtaposition.

"Cold, Dark, Desperate": (I'm trying not to get too cliche with this.)

Don't listen to my cries
I'm too weak inside
I cannot handle
The gravity of my desperado
At your wittnessing will

I'm desperate in my loneliness
Denying my emptiness
Truth is
I'd take almost anyone

Beware my crushing blow
For I will break you

Beware my colorful accusations
For I will unmake you

I cannot help the need for
Getting rid of these burdens
that haunt me

For I will poison you
I will make you bleed

Like the world has hurt me

[Minyaliel]

This poem was inspired by a fairytale by the danish writer H.C. Andersen.

My Snow Queen

What, your hands - so cold, my love?
Your face, so pale and icy,
like those blue eyes of yours
and that white hair running down your back
like a frozen waterfall
in the middle of December

What now, my love,
where will we go,
what is it that we seek?
Will we hide, will we flee,
when spring comes up above?

My love, you pierced my heart
with a cold piece of glass,
and thus my love must ever last
forgetful of my past.

[transformingfate]

Kireo-Umoshiea: Thanks! Very nice poems. You're a good writer with great feel for appropriate rhyming. I love the way you set your lines up - short and forceful, full of depth and meaning.

Minyaliel: Wow! The perspective you wrote your poem from is definitely original - I've never seen anything quite like it. The idea of the Snow Queen as a lover is quite awesome. You write very well and emotionally. Great job.

[Hawthorne]

Originally Posted by transformingfate

Those are beautiful, Lyle. You are a really talented writer. The imagery and descriptive wording is amazing.

thanks, this is what i do in most of my spare time.


here is some more.


The ocean swells with the waves of loneliness
The shore glistens with the cries of the falling grains of sand
A gull glides on the cool air of dawn
Listening to the singing swans
Wishing to be beautiful too
—The Air of Morning


Of golden light and watching trees,
Summer brings with joy,
Vibrant tastes of colored thoughts
And dreams of battles at troy.

But when the nest is flown and left,
Autumn brings its peace,
With cooling intellect of wind,
The fire’s beloved heat.

Dreams of angels dead and lost
With winter brings its tears
With burning cold of scorching snow
Death of all draws near.

And when the last breath is drawn
Comes spring’s silver song
Of hatching ideas, and flowing streams
The year seems ever long.

— Spring

What to dream on waters unknown.
What to hear in nights when alone.
What to know when harts sorrows lost.
What to feel, on winter's first frost.

— night's question

[Minyaliel]

Transformingfate - *happy look* Thank you!

[poesraven333]

Whoa-there is so much talent here. I write books, not poems, but lately so many phrases are coming to me that I'm trying to sort them into poems. I keep coming up with pieces .....Hope I can finish one someday.

Into Midnight
His raven eyes, seemingly to plead
Wept silent tears as he filled his need
Lips spoke, 'your life will not go unforsaken'
Whispering his sorrow for what he had taken
Follow us into midnight
Watch our paleness burning bright
Angels repine and demons follow
Barren minds and hearts of hollow

Like an open wound
That couldn't be tended
Our hunger sated
But never unended
Stalking the night
And always needing
We shall never cease
The unwilling bleeding

Another snippet

Happiness my neglected friend
I'm ravaged, twisted to no end
I'm comforted in the gloom
Saturated, like a bleeding womb
Drink your hemlock in haste
To rid me of your bitter taste

For what you have taken
And I have not given
Bury your shadow
Die for your sin
Take it from me
I'm your history
Dig your own bed
You're better off dead

You took too much
Kiss gently
As we dance in the shadows
Of our blood stained kisses
Sip slowly
As we lie in the midnight
Of our crimson kisses

All I take with me
Your blood flowing through my veins
My life pounding through yours
You took too much
And now I reach for you
Save my last breath
You took too much
Kiss gently
Sip slowly

[cradle]

A bird chirps to me.
A zen like water to me.
A temple from man.

[ASHESOFX]

I hear voices
from her womb.
Pagan chants and prayers.
A soothing lullaby
of death.

Pink ribbon
tied tight around
white candle.
The noose around your blue neck.
I know she made a choice.

The flood, the push
screaming!
Me drowning too…
I reach for your hand,
My soul mate.

My first breath of life
was death.
Your selfless sacrifice
for me.
My personal jesus.

[BlackButterfly]

I can't remember when I wrote this, but since poetry from me is pretty rare...

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My heart...

...I try not to cry...

my eyes burn with liquid fire.

A once perfect thing lies broken...

I watched as the wings were torn as he attempted to gain freedom...

and I could do nothing.

Now he lies in pain, never able to fly again.

The cage is once again locked, the shutters drawn...

and he shall waste away until death...

He is not loved, but is only a possession...

...a tortured creature in a personal menagerie...

[DarkHeartedDemoness]

You hand is now
upon my wrist
as my life takes
another twist

This shirt I wore
its neck too low
I wore special tonight,
just for you.

Now at night
before I sleep
I wonder how
I still can weep.

You hand is now
upon my wrist
I hadn't even had
my first kiss.

I wrote this for the first guy that ever broke my heart... It's a tad juvenile, but so was I, at the time. It's a series of images from the night I had my heart shattered.

[ASHESOFX]

damn, i hate it when that happens...

[DarkHeartedDemoness]

Meh. Everyone goes through it. You just have to find a way to get through it-- obviously the way I chose was to wallow in self-pity and write shitty poetry.

[HumanePain]

His Only Fear

Prepared for death,

to preserve life

I have no fear, but one.

There is no rush to die,

and I do not wish suicide.

The strong and the gifted

must protect

the good and the weak,

an eternal pact with

the universe.

I am proud to stand

beside you,

for you too

take a stand,

for what is right.

Your brave stand makes you

larger than life,

though fate has made you

delicate and fragile.

When I see your Eyes accuse

the wrong and the cruel

I know the depths

of your sweet contempt.

I see the soft and yielding

form

that nature has granted you

in this life.

It belies your great fury

and your great love.

Your power hidden

behind dark sheets of onyx

that drift across

your fair skin

and shoulders.

How many times

I was not brave.

I should have tasted

your sweet skin

when you called me

in my waking dreams.

But for my only Fear:

Would you despise

the Desire in my heart?

No longer consider

me your equal?

Would I descend

into your sweet contempt?

All speech lost?

No more to touch

your hand?

No more

To see

your face?

Your Eyes?

No more to touch

Heaven?

So I will not breech

My Only Fear

Because

I cannot live

without you.

[Born Again]

This one I wrote awhile back, it depicts my views of religion and God.

Puppet Master

Honor you're plastic crown One'
Obey thou orders and win thy way
The strings are only a helping hand
Drink my faith like cheap wine
Do not fear One', I am nowhere in sight
Buried under such undermining egoism
You stand in awe
Cry my child, I will be sure to make note of it
Wear this white cape with indulgence, do not forget the provider of course
Cherish my existence and pass it along,
You are my light of convenience, I am the only one
Never doubt me, that jewel will quickly fade
My naive matter, praise I.....do not forget
One'