02-28-2009, 02:55 AM
I have four poems I would like people to read, feel free to ask questions about them and tell me your opinions on them. I have these on my dA account too. I also have a short story on there that I may think about posting some time.
The Tree
To the Tree I did declare,
That his branches had excessive flair.
Please, dear Tree, do not take me wrong,
The birds bless you with their song.
You must not be too flamboyant
Though, for that beguiling Serpent,
Hath slithered in your branches
Suckling upon your fruit as leeches.
He hath found young sweet maiden,
As she strolled through the garden.
He invited her to partake in,
Now she is ever forsaken.
Her mate she did deceive,
What a mess both did weave.
Now, forever from the garden they abscond,
Because of the evil that had spawned.
Evil has indeed tainted some,
But withers in the honest of pilgrim.
All are poisoned by the Serpent’s venom,
But not all are willing to be a victim.
Summer’s Reign – Spring’s Tears
Broken wings flutter by,
From the willow as it does cry.
The chip of her; the mother Moon,
With her children all bestrewn,
Hath cried the hasty tears,
Which proclaim Summer soon appears.
Lord Winter and Lady Fall sleeping for now.
Poor little Miss Spring; Summer’s loving frau,
Cry your bitter sweet rain,
Do not fret, dear love, nor wane.
So your journey comes to an end,
Alas, my dear, you must ascend.
Sir Summer’s reign has come,
Flowers follow him forming a spectrum,
While birds sing his sweet anthem.
Worlds End
(inspired by C.S. Lewis' book "The Last Battle")
In the vision of my minds eye,
The earth around me did wither and die.
The triumphant lion there stood still,
As he guided lost souls to a hill.
Behind the veil did the souls descend,
Messaging the journeys end.
The orb like stars soon did fall,
Making the night sky dark and dull.
The seas of the earth rose,
And all glaciers had unfroze,
The water rose to cover the globe,
Till the sun flashed like a strobe.
The souls safely behind the veil,
Watch as the earth died in a fiery hail.
The souls then departed with small geste,
They sailed far and deep into the west.
Not a woeful, sorrowful tear did I shed,
For the earth, now cold and dead,
For all that had come had been said.
Black Widow
Fret not young scholar and do not despair,
Do find fault within that sweet maiden fair.
Her beauty is all she has for now,
When she talks and raises brow,
Listen not to her sweet song of words,
She is as deceitful as the birds.
She has already stolen your heart I see,
But I implore you – listen to me.
Her heart is of stone and ice,
Even though she smells of allspice,
Her looks bewitch and captivate,
Making you the simple bait.
She is beautiful, that is true,
But all she wants is to capture you,
In her web of deceit and lies,
She will kill you as the flies.
When she ages beauty will fail,
All will be left is wrinkles and scales.
No wisdom or sense has she,
She is dull as a branch of a tree.
Listen young scholar head my say,
She will lead you far astray,
Trust me young lad for I do know
For, I too, was once her beau.
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