I'm also horrible at titling posts, as we can all see there. ^__^

So, I write poems. Sometimes. Sometimes they become songs/song lyrics. I'm rather prolific at it, when I want to be. ^__^ I'll just post a few today, see what y'all think.

Listen

Listen as the wind blows
watch the water as it flows
this is life, this is a dream
all is never as it seems

when the water rises far
watch and pray upon your star
dream a dream and shelter fast
til the dark of soul does pass

Listen as the tides will rise
give thanks to earth and mother skies
dream upon your earthen soul
know yourself, and be made whole

when you see the skies as one
know that your travail is done
you are one with self and keep
paths are hard and mountains steep

when you find someone like you
listen to your heart, be true

That's a good poem. I write poems myself but they all pretty much suck. Maybe I'll post some on this site sometime. Not sure yet though. They are pretty pathetic.

Where Moonbeams Grow

Faraway where moonbeams grow
seas will ebb and blood will flow
till the mountains, salt the plains
dance beneath the healing rains

bombs ignite and children die
all beneath the blue, blue sky
words don't heal, they do not mend
hate is all the soldiers send

Farawy where moonbeams grow
seas will ebb and blood will flow
till the mountains, salt the plains
dance beneath the healing rains

To Iraq they go to die
peace is just a petty lie
in the markets children cry
to the heavens angels fly

Faraway where moonbeams grow
seas will ebb and blood will flow
till the mountains, salt the plains
dance beneath the healing rains

To bring peace they need the war
soldiers sent, by two by four
on the box the woman weeps
this is all our country reaps

Faraway where moonbeams grow
seas will ebb and blood will flow
till the mountains, salt the plains
dance beneath the healing rains

Let us leave and let them heal
make-believe this isn't real
dance beneath the shadowed sun
til the working day is done.

Faraway where moonbeams grow
seas will ebb and blood will flow
till the mountains, salt the plains
dance beneath the healing rains.

... ... ...

Dance beneath the healing rains
till the mountains, salt the plains
seas will ebb and blood will flow
faraway where moonbeams grow

~~~

That one was more a song than a poem. And I'm not a very opinionated person, so I never have found out what inspired this poem/song. It's a good one though, I know that much. :)

The Speakers

A more earthy/earth-oriented song/poem. one of my favorites, because I can just see this one being pounded out by a drum. ^__^

We are the children
yes the children
of this world

We are the children
the children
caregivers to this earth

we breath the air
we drink the water
we harvest the grain
we are the children
children of this earth

we are the speakers
the speakers of the earth
we alone give voice
give voice to mother earth

the animals cannot tell us
the winds bring only change
we are the speakers
to us the earth gives birth

we are the keepers
the keepers of the earth
we harvest the bounty
the bounty of the earth

we are the ones responsible
responsible for this earth
this earth is our earth
she is our mother
our father
our children and our friend

we are the children
the children of this earth

@ Serene Lullaby

Thank you for the compliment. ^__^

You never know what people will think, until you try. ^__^ I'm a firm believer that everyone's poetry has merit, because poetry is an expression of the soul/spirit. It comes from the heart, so it always has worth and value, even if only to the writer/creator. :)

One last one before I quit posting these. Don't even know if people like them, lol. I just figure a variety is always nice. ^__^

This one is free-form poetry. :)

I want to dance in the fires, let freedom show it's face,
I want to redeem my own hellbent soul and learn the human race.
I want to speak with the eagles and fly with the fish,
dance with the demons and grant them a wish.
Sing with the ancients and walk the forbidden halls,
dream of the lost ones and watch and see who falls.
Love that which is broken and make it whole again,
I'm the bent and forgotten, the unholy sanctioned sin.

Oh to dance in the halls of forgotten time, the places gone dark and the worlds gone dim, that which has been forgotten by more races and more ages than even time can admit to. To go back to the world that was before Time was born, before elements created order, to go back, go so far back that I as I am cease to be. To be the energy stream again, a creature that is not alive or dead but simply is, to be and become, to live and liven...to be once more what has been gone from the world for more centuries than I can list.

*edit*
I checked with a MOD to make sure on the terms of double posting in the lit. forum. Below quoted from ToriKat.

The writers have a choice in displaying their works. If one poem isn't related to another, then it is fine if they post it in a new post. It's just like how they are not required to post every chapter of their stories in one post.

As long as it's not spam, they are free to post their poetry without worrying about the double-posting rule.

That I know of, I didn't break any rules *points to multiple other threads in which people posted several of their poems in the same thread, on the same day, one after another*

I looked on the forum to see what other people had done before I posted anything. I would have just posted one, but I saw how other people posted, so I followed what other people had done.

If I did break rules, I'll apologize, but I don't believe I did. ^__^ I only did as I saw other people doing, and I made certain I didn't post more than three or four, as I saw other people had done.

Sibling certainly has some interesting poems. *Grins a slight* Hmmmm.... I think I shall make a poetry thread myself. It will be nice to have them all in one place anyways. *laughs*

Though they are all pretty old, but ah well. Nice work here sibling!

Posting more poetry. ^__^ Because I dun want to break rules/be a posty-post-post type of person. ^__^

The Awakened Wake Within

ive me fire, give me earth
call the elements and name my birth
wrap me in air, annoint me with water
name me now, the element's daughter

Brush me with embers, brush me with dust
paint the sacred symbols on me with rust
wash me in winds, drown me in streams
awaken the elements sleeping in dreams

darkened hearths waver, earth rolls in a sigh
a spirit-born wanderer raises voice to the sky
Speaking, "Oh brothers!" to tornadoes and storm
breathing awareness to an unborn-soul form

Summoning firestorms, earthquakes roar
a rumbling awareness shaking the floor
birds stop in mid-flight, fish stop in mid-swim
What is this feeling, The Awakened wake within?

Journey of the Wind

I fly across the valleys
over oceans, over seas
whistling through the dead lands
under bridges, through the trees

Following the roadways
skimming water, trailing fires
wandering the heartlands
going where my heart desires

I flow across eternity
a bewinged, beribboned band
a wind-born elemental
flying all across the land

my wings they touch the heavens
my arching neck doth touch the earth
my claws will shape the mountains
my body's bones to life give birth

I am bird, most full of wonder
Be I phoenix, or just dove
my wings will carry messages
of patience, of my love

Ask me not for your salvation
nor for forgivness of your sins
for I am only a lost angel
who flies upon the winds.

(rarr...dragon poem. I write a lot of those. ^__^ The story of why most of what I write is about dragons is a long one, and one that you'd have to understand what the word "otherkin" means to understand why I love dragons so much. ^__^)

Elven Lament
I Dreamed It All


I remember a world of green
of somber, silent trees that speak gently
I slept in thsi world, never woke to it.
never heard the dew fall, or the raindrops sing
never felt the mist on my face, or tasted the oceans on my lips
I never lived there. I never saw.

I dreamed it all.

I remember silent halls, where once laughter rang
and children played games with bright ribbons, bright bows
I slept here too...never woke to this
never heard them laugh, never heard them sing
never felt their joyful presense lighten my day, or joined them
I never lived here. I never saw.

I dreamed it all.

I remember a mountain land, of trees and beautiful homes
where elves lived quiet, joyous lives
I slept here as well, never seeing
Never stood at the edge of a valley and saw the sun rise
never watched the twin moons dance in the night sky
I never had a family, a lover, a chance to be myself
I never lived there. I never saw.

I dreamed it all.

I remember a laughing man, who mocked me at every chance
I slept here...it's all a dream
I never learned to fight properly, or to stand on my own against all odds
I never learned to kill, I never saw people die
Never discovered the bond between weopon and man
I never lived there. I never saw.

I dreamed it all.

I remember being proud, haughty, beautiful and regal
I slept in that time, never knowing
Never saw my face in a mirror, never admired my black hair, or fair skin
Never spent hours brushing my hair, never pondered how to dress it for that certain occasion
Never primped just so I'd be noticed by others
I never lived there. I never saw.

I dreamed it all.

I remember that death comes for all
I slept during this, never woke
Never saw those I love die by cruel weopons.
never cried at the injustice of the slaughter, never knelt by lifeless bodies, weeping
never watched my leader fall, lifeless, broken
never killed without remourse or memory
I never lived there. I never saw.

I dreamed it all.

I remember that I died to
I slept too long, never woke
I never saw the mountains again, never stood in the mists
never laughed or sang. never tasted love on another's lips
never had the chance to live a life free of war
I never lived there. I never saw

I dreamed it all.

I remember that I loved. Was loyal. Swore an oath.
I slept for this time...never waking
Never realized how deep bonds will go, even in unawakened spirits
never saw that even without memories, I still can feel
I never woke up...never remembered...never realized
I never lived there. I never saw.

I've dreamed it all.

I remember that I waited. Alone. Quiet
I slept for this time....never waking
never hearing the call to return, never remembering the mysteries
never lifted my head to the voices of what I served
never stopped waiting. Never woke up.
I never lived there. I finally saw.

I've dreamed it all.

(Ever have one of those dreams that seem so real, it feels like you live them? Then you wake up, and it was never real, but it still feels so real? This is sorta like that. Dreams that never were...[/b]