Disappointment.

My heart, it beats
Ever faster.

My soul, it sees
Ever clear.

My body, it moves
Ever quick.

My voice, it cries out
Ever louder.

My eyes, they grow
Ever bright.

My skin, it feels
Ever sensitive.

My everything knows
Of what's to come.

Originally Posted by Kidalanna

Dude! I loooovveee your poem!
Humm... Kidalanna shall try and interpret!
Is it... about a girl who gets stabbed by some dude, then is all thinking, 'ZWOMG, I'm bleedin'!' but then the ambulance comes and picks her up, taking her to the hospital where they manage to save her life? And the people sighing are like, her family and friends, possibly?

Whispering and holding her hand,
The cold, dead hand of her daughter,
Her throat feels full of sand,
As a choking sob and tears overcome her.

A long beep from nearby,
Rings loud and clear,
She can't help but cry,
As she whispers,
"I love you, dear."

wow, yeah! hehehe......i thought that the meaning would be really hard to find..............

Turning.


Don't look into these eyes
They only hold overflowing tears
Raining down over wet cheeks
Don't look deeper to get to this soul
Hidden there is all the pain
Which is breaking my heart
That once held glorious Dreams.

Self-resentment?

Something that words can't describe.
Something that the earth adores.

It lures you gently to sleep.
It has its own soft melody.

Your eyes glance over the page before you.
Your head begins to droop under its spell.

The world around you changes.
The love of your life is before you but

It was just a dream.
It was just something you had always hoped for,

But you knew it could never be.

It lures you back out of sleep.
It sings it's sweet melody.

And you find the page before you once again.
And the world was as it was before

The fall.

What is it?

A Book?


So now I can sit in the night
Knowing what is done was right

Holding a star so the sky is mine
Cold now after he has dined

Finally revealed is the face
To the one he gave chase

A woman curled in his arm
Safe from all harm

guardian angel?

words start pouring
out onto the page with ease and flow.
a sudden stop, no words at all.
Throw a dam in front
of a river I only want freed.
all my words trapped
and hidden away from me.
help me out here,
Please won't my words
start to flow again?

i think its inspiration and then writers block

You have been call a jewel
you have been called mother
mother of life,

mother of all

You have been called beautiful
enchanting all who see
who hear
and smell

you have been called vengeful
with your crashing power
taking love from those who wait not upon your face
blowing those who travel, so far, without a trace

You have been called serene
gently rolling
gently green

you have been called many things
but all who are know you

you are the ________

fill in the blank ;D

Mother nature?

I don't understand
This feeling I have.

I think I'm in love
But I don't know if it's genuine.

Do I know them well?
Can I be comfortable with them?

I want to tell them.
But I'm afraid of what they might say.

What can I do?

How will I carry on?

Why do I feel this way?

What is this feeling?

Confusion


Will you dance with me tonight
Underneath the stars and pale moonlight?
Those haunting calls make our song
That we shall dance to all night long
Come with me into the darkness
As we shun the day like we have done once a month
The twilight our venue, the wolves our band
Or would you perfer to dance on the sand
On a clear night, the waves dancing with us?
so come, my dear, and dance with me tonight
With the stars and moon shining bright.

I think Ms. Amaranta's poem is about love.

There was a dream,
Once known before,
But now it lays unused on the dirty floor,
Abandoned and still caring,
Torn from thread to thread,.

There was a time
Purity meant something,
Virginity was sacred,
Care was abundant,
Love overflowed from the caskets of hearts.

There was a life
Layed waste to before it could blossom,
Understand nothing but their own names and wants,
Ignorance and selfisness were putrid qualities yet there,
Change was on the horizon.

There is a problem,
True Loves die,
Good memories are hard to find,
Murder is a known life,
No longer are things just the same.

Anarchy?

They found her under the waters,
Barely alive.

She was like a stone statue,
Perfectly still.

They didn't know her story,
Great mystery.

How can we figure it out?

By looking into our hearts?

By looking into others' hearts?

By seeking for clues to the answer?

What are we looking for?

Umm... death?...

Awaken, babe, create doubt
evaporating facades. Gallant hate;
iridescently jaded, knick-knocks lies
mandated. Nauseated obviously,
persons question re-endeavored strides.
This unknown vengeance wallows xtremes
you zoned.

A villain?

Night has fallen,
the time has come
for one lost soul
to have some fun.

Await in the shadows,
hands glinting silver,
watching for prey,
to walk by the sinner.

Footsteps approaching,
a rather fast pace,
walk right past the shadow,
now it's time for the chase.

A hunt?

Sharp, piercing eyes look deep into yours.
Penetrating your soul and probing for secrets
Otherwise unknown.

Shining, flowing hair that moves with the wind
Without the wind.

Flushed cheeks flourished with a full smile
And dimples.

Long legs with smooth, lotion skin,
Glistening in the sunlight.

A proportionate body with perfect curves,
Modest clothing,
And cohesive colors.

What am I?

at first I saw a vampire, but when you were talking about the sunlight, I saw dark angels

ok, my turn..



Sitting here
dreams appear
Wonder if I'll awake

I hear a voice
call my name
I ignore them for my peace

I lay still
quiet and wonder
What could they want

The darkness keeps me
it holds me safe
But it feels cold

Looking now
I wonder
What happened...

The call to death?

So beautiful, so pure
Not caring for a cure
I dance in the leaves
of Fall's reprieve
I am colorless, but I am seen
For I give just a glossy sheen
In contrast to the hues of yellow, orange, and red
With golden orbs stuck in my beautiful head
I am hated for what I am
But never loved for what I can
Come at me hunter, for I show no fear
Lets dance our fatal dance as everything becomes so clear.

A wolf? or a werewolf? xD

I hope this one is obvious but here it goes... ;)

Lights of bright glory
Colors of red and green
Holly and tinsel adorn the tree
Everyone dancing merrily
To the cheerful music carols
Children wake up at the crack of dawn
In anticipation of the annual reward
Then comes the new dawn
When we aquire new calendars
And the children wait for the next holiday.

Christmas or the new year?

It is beauty and it is pain
It is the up most joy and the most tragic of sadness
It is both everlasting and ephemeral
It can both mend and break the heart

It has been described as the reason for for existence
it has been painted in many colors, but most often it is red

It is intense and yet as gentle as a summer's breeze
it is a million contradictions in one

Life? Or love? But then, love isn't painful and blah-blah-blah. :P

By the way, and I'm not trying to be rude or negative or anything here, but I think "up most" is actually spelled "up-most", and you have "for for" in the sixth line of your poem, sidhechild. =o


It's something totally crazy,
It's something very dear.

It drives you so far away away,
But it still keeps you near.

There's something beautiful here,
Something we need to say,
But we just try to keep it inside,
For fear we'll forever lose it else-wise.

It makes you feel good,
And it makes you wanna cry.

It shows you something real,
And it gives you a new look in your eyes.

This way is invincible,
If only we'd do it right,
But we just try to keep it inside,
For fear we'll forever lose it else-wise.

It's here and real,
But it's impossible.

It's something new every time,
And it's sometimes uncomfortable.

If there was one thing I could have,
It would be this,
But we just try to keep it inside,
For fear we'll forever lose it else-wise.

There are so many kinds,
If we'd just try to find them.

Sometimes it's abused,
But our lives could be the bud on its stem.

We don't have to lock this inside,
We can shout it out everywhere and still be quite sane and fine,
But we just try to keep it inside,
For fear we'll forever lose it else-wise.

It's something common and yet unusual,
It makes us feel alive.

It's something no one strives to protect and keep pure anymore,
It's not interference in what you want for "me and mine".

There's something here to share,
Something to show you care.
But we just try to keep it inside,
For fear we'll forever lose it else-wise.

But if we don't use it right,
We will just lose it forever.

hmn i dont know it sounds like your describing love

Originally Posted by Zilithandria Moonlight

It makes you feel good,
And it makes you wanna cry.

It shows you something real,
And it gives you a new look in your eyes

that would have been how i described it as well good job

May God speed you though the night,
the Soul of a Brave Knight;
In the darkness be a guiding light,
and keep our steps silent and light.
Keep or soul from taking flight;
And our Hearts, Mind, and Sight.


((ps)) i know i used a word more then once but... they just felt right))

Originally Posted by emiko_firecaster

hmn i dont know it sounds like your describing love



that would have been how i described it as well good job

You're half right about what the poem is about... it's also about purity, innocence, and virginity. You can't have True Love without them; well, actually, it'd be a pretty rare miracle if you did.

And thank you. I'm glad you liked my poem, even if it was just a piece of it. :)


As for your poem, I almost... no, I DO think that your poem is about hope while waiting for your arriving love. :D




There once was a poet,
Raised to be loyal and true;
He fell in love with a princess,
Even went so far as to ask the king for her hand.

The poet was a king of words,
A noble of grammar,
A Knight at catching his listeners' hearts,
Weaving his tales with majestic colours.

But alas,
Despite his somewhat greatness,
His love had her eye on another,
Her heart set far to the hills.

Her love she would nay reveal,
And one night she stole away,
Worrying the land,
But hidden away for years.

She came back with tears,
A mewling baby in her arms,
The story of a love who used her,
Then left for another.

The poet,
Seeing her distress,
Saw his great chance,
But could not bring himself to take it.

Years later was his reward,
A passion still burning within his heart for her,
When she kissed him,
And they married.

They lived long and happily,
Raised a brother to the firstborn,
The brothers soon becoming brave and loyal heroes
To their family, friends and kingdom.

Soon a bedraggled man arrived,
And tried to seduce his former love,
But the woman raised one finger to this intruder,
Giving him a firm and eternal rejection.

The abuser was angered,
And tried to have his way,
But the poet-prince arrived,
And immediately saw the situation

He boiled with dark anger,
But still kindness and mercy were set in his heart.
Instead of torture and long death,
He simply banished the abuser with one warning.

He sent for his sons,
And told them to escort the beast of a man away,
But quickly informed them
No harm was to come to the invader while in the city gates.

The wife turned to her husband,
Thankful for being saved,
And glad that her husband
Had not let dark anger rule his way.

She had come to love him for his gentility,
For his good heart,
For the passionate love in his voice,
And never wanted those qualities to pass away.

So you see True Love is not all it seems at first,
Sometimes terrible things happen before you reach it,
But if you've been patient and true,
Then when it comes you'll find it ever so much more lasting and beautiful.

Originally Posted by emiko_firecaster

hmn i dont know it sounds like your describing love



that would have been how i described it as well good job

May God speed you though the night,
the Soul of a Brave Knight;
In the darkness be a guiding light,
and keep our steps silent and light.
Keep or soul from taking flight;
And our Hearts, Mind, and Sight.


((ps)) i know i used a word more then once but... they just felt right))

A blessing?

How can she depend on people,
Even if they are close?

No matter where she turns
She cannot find a home.

Nobody wants her.
Nobody would notice if she was gone.
Nobody would care if she dissapeared.

Your poem is about feeling lonely and as if you have no one to depend upon, Gaijin?

Here's my poem (it's the second version of my poem "Shining Sinner", the original of my poem I have at DeviantArt) :



Dancing to this game of sociality,
Weaving in and forth through compliments and flattery,
Never take a break or falter,
Always needing the other person for this breathless dance,
Before your distance breaks through,
Oh Lord,
Watch me Fall to the Seas of Sin,
Drowning myself so much further,
While to me your careful reputation is falling down,
Like a child's letter blocks stacked up high on the edge of a counter...

Causer of pain,
Causer of tears;
Maker of joy,
Maker of pride;
Tonight is the last stand,
Today is the first dance.

She has tried to never falter,
Though she has sinned much;
Her mind could shine,
If only she wasn't pressed by shame so much;
Today is her final give-away,
Tonight is her first good-bye.

But never mind the little girl in her shadowed corner,
Holding tightly to a little piece of flesh,
Dressed in black tears and a Sinner's clothes,
She's never been much and she never will be,
She looks for happiness yet she might never find it,
Even though all she ever wanted was a Knight in Shining Armor.

Now turn your face away again,
She has no need of being noticed;
Her hopes and dreams are smashed,
Most of her feelings she cannot recognize;
Alas, she wallows in self-pity,
And grim shame over that much compared to others' problems.

She doesn't need True Love now,
For she fears hers is dead,
She doesn't want True Love now,
For she fears she has tainted it and will lose it forever,
And that only her wanting humanity will keep her alive and sane now,
Since the tragic recourse offered to her in early childhood is taking its toll,
Killing her deep passion inside,
Mounting her pride, embarrassment, and love for none to see,
Shooting her with cravings of a fight,
And touching her with the blissful feelings of sin.

Losing love.


Here's mine:: ((had to quote it since it's already been posted.))

Originally Posted by Lovers Never Tell

Show Me Your Cards

The black blots on white cards,
each one a new world of expression
followed by a monotone,
iiiiiii“So…
iiiiiiiWhat do YOU see
iiiiiiiin this one?”


I iiiiiiiiiiii stare, studying
a girl walking though
falling cherry blossoms.
Her shadow r
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiu
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin


iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin

iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig,
splotching the iridescent scene
with watery looks and pasted smiles,
as dyed-blue roses and baby’s breath
clip back ringlets. Her uneasy breathing
caught in the ribbon trailing off
a white, spring dress while bare feet bleed
from the orchard floor’s splinters.
A late thought topples her back;
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iihe
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiileft
me.


The flash cards stop animating
my mind's movie, so my lips part
in a sigh as my sight drifts out to the windows.
“I see
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiinothing.”

A dead lover, and solitude. Why? ("Her shadow running", and the phrase, "He left me") Also I love the placement of the phrases, they stand out ^^

Leave me stricken,
Bare in my debt,
My last breath,
The one thing trailing this avarice
Descent,
And watch as I descend.
Prickle thorns tear into my arm.
The green slime escaping,
Wounds that never heal.
The real,
The rail,
The broken.
The torn eyes swollen.
Nothing is real.
The rail has been grasped and clung to my skin like cold steel.
The broken,
Re-build.