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Second draft:
The world knew no other song
but the twitter of the birds
dancing upon the clouds,
and there was no melody
but the brush of the wind
through trembling leaves
among the trees.
A soft trickle from a gentle
flowing stream resending
into the thunderous roar
of a great waterfall
or the oceans rapid beating waves.
A percussion of a thunderstorm
and woodwind whistles
from the will-o-wisps
falling with a soft cymbal tinkling
of rain drops,
these are the sounds
the songs, the melody
of the world.
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Masquerade
Her eyes watched
from behind the mask
while the music played
from somewhere far away
Drawn by the song
she drifted away,
leaving a trail of feathers
in her wake
Ascending each marble
step within the spiral,
alone but for the burning flame,
hidden away in the shadows
She accelerates with each
stroke that beckons and guides
her way; heart beating faster
for fear the silence will come
before she uncovers the mistro
Images dance within her head
lust and love clashing together,
cloaked behind crimson curtains
draping along dark windows
A moment that stretches on
beyond time; lost within the maze,
dazzled by each new disguise
which passes over watching eyes
Her fingers slide along
the wall which undulates
before the fall of the melody
A keystroke rings the chime
of a clock; the witching hour
struck its final tune and
there the costumes fall away
A dream that shimmers
to unravel and beneath
the veil reveals the truth
which falls like a hammer
of a heartbeat
Yet there remains
upon the floor a fallen
mask and a few floating
feathers bejeweled in black
pearls and ribbons of silk.
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Dawn A New Day
Spread my wings
and fly away
Shed a tear
and hide away
Close my eyes
and dream a new day
On my knees
begging you to stay
If I could breathe
I'd run away
Never a word
I can say
Spread your wings
and carry me away
Together we will enter
a brand new day
You always know
the words to say
From this world
you'll hide me away
I know in your arms
forever I'll stay.
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I like the basic idea behind this poem, but I feel over all it is weak and could use some work, any suggestions welcome
The world knew no other
song, then the twiter of birds
dancing upon the clouds
the brush of the wind through
trembling leaves within the trees.
A soft trickle from a gentle
flowing stream, and the thunderous
roar of a great waterfall,
oceans rapid beating waves.
The procussions of a
tunderstorm
wooodwind whistles
of will-o-wisps
and soft cymbol tinkaling
of rain drops.
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Maelstrom
Still the beating heart
a breath of the wind
gentle strokes
rake the skin
Stirring deep emotions
to tempt rising fires
tangled in the vines
dance upon the air
Steal the soul away
into the labyrinthine caves
lost through the ages
sacred wells of
pulsing power
Where the voices
never die, a whisper
always in the sea
awakening tampered dreams
Visions blurred in illusion
opium dream
of long distant lands
balanced on the rocky ledge
Fall away into the Maelstrom
and stare deep into
those dead eyes
where once the moon
is hovering
Before the dragons mouth
swallows down the egg
and sheds its scales
chocking on its tail.
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Thank you for your comments as always
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I really like it, I thought it was very tocuhing at the end. A rather interesting concept. It seemed to me to be about the muse.
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This is beautiful, it paints such a lovely image. I love your use of langague
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Sunburst
Suns fire burst
streaked across the sapphire sky
golden yellow radiance reflected
its own image
in the sparkling lapis lazuli
waters down below.
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Gossamer Wings
A tear in the gossamer wings
the powder begins to flake away
while flight becomes impossible
only a reoccurring dream
such colors that no longer mean anything
overtime will begin to fade
weighted down by the pressed print made
another's mark born like a brand
A shred of iridescence
no longer each band of vibrance
speaking as one in a single voice
now just guttural sounds
a lesson in aesthetics
how quick anything can be made ugly
with only a twist of asymmetrical disharmony
Tears tumble down
only to wash away the essence
now trapped within the self-made bubble
understanding begins to seep in
how gossamer can decay
and leave in its place
only echoes of former beings
unable to survive outside
psychedelics.
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Sun Child
She was raised in the sun
a sun with heavy lided eyes
that never did wink;
stretched across the sky languidly
Crowned in golden light,
she liked to dance among the flowers,
flowers of yellow that never slept
And above in the sky
the bright fire-orange eye
watched with a steady gaze
that grazed upon the skin
She never dreamed
for she never closed her eyes,
but she danced in fields of amber
in the light of day;
a day that is never vanquished
A child cradled in warmth and radiance,
her eyes seemed to shine
in illuminated innocence
born by the shield from darkness and shadows
Yet only a half-lived life
beneath the watch of a sun
that never smiled
without a purpose.
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Thank you. I offered the explaination just to clearify Yog's questions.
Currently the poem is still a work in progress.
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Thank you, it has given me something to think about and ponder over.
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It is sort of mythology based. The basic idea behind the poem is about an ancient and surperior race which had once lived long before man kind, but with the birth of humans, they began to be pushed out by the human race, and now humanity is destorying the world, and there is nothing those who lived before can do to stop it, and they are regretful that they did not try and act and stop mankind before it was too late.
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I really like this, I love the reaccuring circle them, and the concept of the cycle. It also has some great imagery
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I feel there is something off about this poem, and that it is not quite complete. It is not strong enough for my personal taste, but I still like the overall concept of it, but I cannot put my finger on what is lacking.
Any suggestions welcome.
The Old Ones
We have lived for over 100 years
we know what has begun
but now we feel the end is near.
So alas we may finally rest
for so much that has been lost
we'll just fade away into the night,
night that will last for eternity
in the dark we can close our eyes
and never think again of what was compromised.
The earth is no longer ours
powerless we watched it taken
now at last they destroy themselves,
and release us from our bonds
to embrace the sweet oblivion
maybe soon there we can forget.
Our memories erased
and pain obliterated
of our loss and our guilt.
For all we should have been able
to rise our voice
strike a fist
but already weary
we let it pass
gave way to the dying age
now we just want to disappear
cling to some remaining visions
before the last remnants evaporate.
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No I do not mind, but the revised version has too much of a "contemporary" look and feel to it for my usual personal taste. I will write in more contemporary styles and forms only on rare occasions and when I am using it to make a specific point.
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I like it
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The Death of a Swan
Stolen waters frozen in time
by winters breath
chilled tombs
the houses of the dead
beauty found among the graves
rigid they stand in the wake
But a hush
with ghost like appeal
in the way the feathers dance
corpse like elegance
for the ones that are
symbols of romance
Gentle are the leaves
that scatter adrift upon the water
where reflections gaze back
with the eyes of the moon
and death
But to embrace
this sweet darkness
feel the pulse it offers
here there dwells the deep
true soul.
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This is beautiful with such lovely imagery
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Thank you for your coments as always
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A Girl With No Name
There was a girl
who had eyes
that saw the world
in a gleam of
harsh yellow light
for just a moment
for those who know
all is revealed.
She had the touch
the curse which was given
through the metallic nights
of black and yellow
somewhere dusty
and rank where
the roaches can watch.
She could fathom
herself a Madonna
her tears the stigmata
but it was upon her thighs
she bleeds.
How could such a one
have any end but
a tragic one
her body left
but there would be none
to make a Saint of her
as she lay unknown
just as soon forgotten.
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Oh wow, I really like this. Wonderfully done. It evokes such strong emotion.
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Life Force
A page is just waiting
for a name
the fresh ink through which
it can breath and pulse
with life.
The force
that holds within
all those withering souls
for once set free
as they are spoken.
You can almost hear
the whispers
is it your release
or the tightening of chains.
Struggling with this
creation, unfolding
peel by peel.
Questions of mortality
truth obscured
reviving the corpse
to spring before the eye.
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Thank you