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Rinchi's Poems
Some of these poems are older, and may be found on fp or elsewhere under my penname Alexia Featherchild or Kyoushi on DA.
Please let me know what you think. Gold Moon Gold Moon sparkling on the nocturnal waters love is now renewed Love's Recovery Tears stream down my face sobbing fear within my heart did you ever care I wonder while I hoped to have worn lace you were always on my case you hurt me deep you shattered my heart spilling my blood I knew I'd made a fatel blunder your razor sharp touge shattering all of my dreams killing off all my hopes I saw again your face blankly had I looked I remembered nothing except for bitterness that with time had faded someone had renewed my hope and again I could dream you were just a distant memory best now forgotten while I clung to life he was always there by my side I am loved I am hopeful now I dream more than before I'm no longer broken I've mended and without you I can live! Reflection of Love's Soul Racing hearts of lovers song shattered dreams no hope to please my love is lost shattered dreams no hope to please empty arms frozen heart shattered dreams no hope to please waiting for warmth melt the heart encased in ice shattered dreams no hope to please then suddenly a single whispered word a gentle touch and I'm free love renewed shattered dreams put to rights rays of hope shine again while dew drops fall as a single embrace you've given me love again shattered dreams put to rights a ray of hope so bright your love, my love something that can never die Island of Prank ~ With thanks to Poe Once upon a tranquil evening, whilst I took to weaving reminisceing over a time of believing, but such an age was leaving As I pondered over sweet delights, out without a warning went the lights beginning to dream of blissful paradise, recalling an aqauintences advice awakening to a drab and gloomy night, hearing a chillingly vicous fight my heart leaping with staggaring fear. I could not fathom what was scratching, scratching at the doors latching soon a plan in my mind was hatching, the thought of catching whatever etheral being was pursueing me, doubtful though it seemed to apprehend a banshee pulling from the dusty shelves, a musty book sacred to the elves turing the crinkled pages beseeching a solution, on how to perform an excecutuion a whisper of rage in the sudden silence quite queer. Listening for the stroke of the clock, a sinking feeling filled me when there came no tick tock on this anchient island I find myself quite stranded, speculating whether an aquantince had been candid perhaps a sinful prank had been committed, but why had it been permitted on and on I dwelled over this question, nearly becoming an obsession unable to comphrehend what was scrawling, scrawling on the wall causing me great fear feeling threatened I took from the porch a spear. Holding the weapon steady on this less than quaint eve, I then began to without warning grieve why and how had they conceived to deceive, such deception is difficult to believe but then too I am to faithful in people's lies, but for now I search through these stale archives In a stolen breath I find a tailor made velvety soft pillow, embrodered on it the image of an armadillo this I shove on the tip-top of a vintage table, clearly it is a victorian lable giving me a small amount of cheer. However soon my cheer is taboo, knowing this isle to be quite askew holding the iron spear tight I spin around, listening for any other sound the ground being fickle caused me to slip, feeling as though I'd been punctured I did a little flip standing up and taking a step towards the mirror, nearly did I let out a scream when I got nearer my face had been disfigured the scar the shape of a grape, my eye having had a great escape a thought fresh in my mind was that others might sneer. Still I kept searching for a book of authority on the place I found myself, but could not find one on the shelf I had lived my life virtuously in alliance with others, had I been wrong in choosing my druthers hearing the horn of a ship I felt a bubble of excitement, perhaps I would be saved wihtout using incitement but it soon ceased and alls that could be heard was the fiery humming of the crickets, whom jumped up on the wicket such a missed opportuinity was crushing, next time I would try rushing to this resolution I will surely adhere. Wrapped up in my sorrow I hastily took a drink, becoming steeply out of sync feeling more than rejuvinated beginning to have halucinations, for the moment they seemed my salvation till I found myself strikeing at an imaginary lion, naming the creature Ryan imagining I held an armful of butterflies while ants crawled across the floor, crawling out the door my heart full of envy towards the cardinal's song, but everything still went going wrong what I so badly prayed for did not appear. At my neck I felt a tickle, and me without a sickle what had swept my hair in such a lithe motion, but alls that remained was an eeiry emotion when I came to realise it was nothing more than an ivory snowflake falling from the sky, gently floating by as I sat down on a couch my fingers touched some coarse fur, soon I relaxed as it began to purr I knew then where the pit-pat on the floor had come from, this little cat that had my thumb such a cute little dear. I began to relax as I curved my hand least the little rascal scratch, as it seemed to so easily attach in the house there had been no technical trouble, though I dreamt of the place turning to rubble taking out my shark shaped pen, I began to write a list of ten about the vast and furious holy hell I'd bring, to those aquantences whose necks I now would wring my anger mounting bit by bit, my plan was forming wit by wit they would pay for this extravagant affair before next year. Sunlight shimmered through the windows cracks, beginning to warm I and the cats frozen backs I thought of those decievers receaving several whacks, they'd then be talking to no one other than a bunch of quacks such delightful vengful visions danced through my mind, such actions would be maligned finally had I been found, now it was time to confound those who had used me for a malicious joke, after all they did provoke me into using all my own capricious gear. |
Nice. Very nice.
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I liked your Gold Moon Haiku <3 Creative!
and Island of Prank! I'm a big fan of Edgar Allan Poe's style! I like this line a lot "As I pondered over sweet delights, out without a warning went the lights" I giggled when I read it! :3 and this one: "Sunlight shimmered through the windows cracks, beginning to warm I and the cats' frozen backs" So clever! :] |
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I'm glad it gave you a giggle. It was really hard to write too, especially when it was for a contest on another forum and I tried to use all the words that they'd given that had to be in the poem, though one only had to use 10 I think, I used all but two. I'm just glad someone enjoys reading it, I know I enjoyed writing it and had such a sense of accomplishment when it was complete. |
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