Secret Places

You taught me
about blood and pain
and how to cry.
You taught me
about building walls
and tearing down defenses.
You taught me
to be silent,
to hold words inside.
You taught me
to be strong
and how to smile.
You taught me
about secret places
inside my mind.
You gave me courage.
You gave me rage.
You gave me away.

Dreams Of You

Night,
and a dark longing
sets itself upon me.

For dreams of you,
and fantasies of sin.

A whisper of breath,
a sublime memory of the night
I dreamed that we kissed.

Your mouth tasted
of the heavy sweet wine
that we drank in toast.

When I awoke
your kiss lingered
and I craved you, still.

Love's Memory

I’ve drunk from memory to find you in my past.
Remembering nights when we sat till dawn
Drinking sweet red wine, from crystal glass,
Eyes flashing, teeth flashing, laughing.

I’ve opened old books to find you.
Recalling the crackle of page, crackle of fire
As we read in silence, side by side,
Glancing one at the other, and offering smiles.

I’ve walked dark roads to find you in my past.
Calling down empty corridors in my mind.
Looking into dusty rooms to catch your eye,
And shining, shining a light all the while.

The Wild

I once loved a man
with a wolf in his eyes.
he was born to the wild,
independence was his deliverance.

Restless - even in slumber,
his soul perpetually wandering.
I could never hold him
with my solid and sure existance,
with my comforts and closets.

When i clutched too tightly
he turned, snarling,
frantic as thoughts of escape
clawed at his fierce, free heart.

Biting with his kisses,
bruising with his touch.
And in the voice of severed ties,
he reassured me, softly, softly,
while all the time in his eyes
freedom flickered.

I like your poem 'The Wild', it's very descriptive and detailed, and created very clear images. n.n


You're right though, none of these are very positive, but I wouldn't worry too much about it.

Something that could produce an interesting result,

since you have a dark way of writing, try using a word list. Take things that are almost sickeningly happy, rainbos, sunshine, laughter, ect, make a list of twenty of so words and then write a poem incorperating all or most of them. You'll either get better at writing happy poems or you'll end up with an interesting clash of dark and light.

Thanks for reading and for your reply. :)

I'll give your suggestion a try. I think that it might yeild some interesting results!

Your reply got me thinking though, about the reasons I write poetry (I think everyone has different reasons for writing) and I realised that I write very little when my life is going smoothly and everything is rosy. Perhaps writing is a way for me to deal with turmoil or upheaval in my life.

Maybe I should sit down and try to write something when I'm happy, for a change! ;)

XD Well there you go. How can you write happy things without something happy to put into them? Good poetry reflects aspects of the authors personality and self that might otherwise never be brought out. Things beyond flaws and habits, into the bare grooves in the way we think and perceive. It's fun to try and read into that aspect of poetry, to try and see things about the person that might not be noticable otherwise.