Silver WInd

Who We Are A pulse internal drum beat within the song old whispers for stories told of our ancestors Can you hear? Can you hear? the red river flows buried inside lays the ancient blood line Close your eyes and look inside you may see the spirits dancing just before they slip out of sight A thumb print pressed into the soul will become a part of the spiral web where fate weaves its wills.

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Thank you Yes I see what you are saying about this, I was just trying to aviod using some clique line about the heart, but I was not completely sure how well it worked or fit in with this poem overall.

Sea Witch Her eyes looked into mine from across the distant sea eyes that flickered like candle light into a mist of hazel. Held enraptured blood organ attributed to love stops for half a beat. Air caught within the throat my pulse thumped within the vein. Entangled in the woven spell I thought I saw her smile or was it just a play in light. Through the winds I would travel if I could cross the oceans to come close to you. IN my dreams I know you call me I heard the melody echo in my ears so you taunt me like the fog and shadows. Never is close enough each step in your direction only draws you farther from me. You are my illusion conjured from smoke and mirrors but still my love manifested real. A self-curse placed upon myself I try to close my eyes against it, but you are already ingrained within my mind. Counting the beats of my soul until I may lay eyes upon you again hear your voice inside my bones to know that I will never have possession of you, but still you are always a part of me.

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When Moonbeams Die Listless moonbeams melt away they flounder and flutter in dying gasps for air, it would be quite the sight to see, if one would not be blinded with the need to weep. Oceans collected in each single drop, where sirens song heard in every ill begotten splash, leaving the stone to ripple in each crack. One would search for a meaning only to laugh when they discover there is none, only these moonbeams that no longer have their place among the heavens.

The Key There upon the porcelain table face flecked in dust that catches in sunlit beams shined through the window's glass, lined with a single crack, causing a dance, each particle seems to alight, like a fire extinguished before it began. A key was at rest, as if in waiting for something, though long it must have sat, silently it possessed knowledge and secrets that may never be had, for somewhere suspended in time there is a lock, empty and void its alignments just right for only one single match, but the red-orange crust begins its gluttonous feast in the growing discolored splotches of rustic disease. Stillness lingers and drapes of cobwebs downward drift, one may never know voices that no longer echo here or movement that is long lost, so there is a single key the grand centerpiece outshone not by a vase which cradled within, funeral flowers from so many yesterdays ago.

I quite enjoyed this. Some great lines and it had a really good rythem to it.

My Blossom A sweet drop of memory taste of rosewater planted within me your warmth would spread through me. My heart upon a bed of feathers for your tender touch hold me close within your arms whispered kiss upon my ear. Your lips upon my eyes lids stroke me gently with your fingers so the bloom may grow within me the flower of my love spread throughout. Radiating beauty while in blossom you give me the light that shines inside and your kisses are drops of the moon.

Criminal Trapped in a splash of light colors cry through the shadows one taste of ecstasy quickens the heart beat now the illusion is left shattered Poor eyes watch from the back streets lips plead for sanctuary but eyes are closed to ally orphans trapped in a splash of light White powder dusts the ground eyes dilated fixed on the sky as if some answer were written there colors cry through the shadows Tires screech on the pavement rubber burns acidic heat exhilaration begins to fade one taste of ecstasy quickens the heart beat Hard steel lays in white all shall hear the same conclusive fate dreams brought to an end in an eye blink now the illusion is left shattered.

I liked it, I thought it was quite intresting, and really captured the emotion well and the feeling. I loved the way that it ended

I think you may be thinking of Great Expextations, in which there is this old woman who had her heart broken and just sits in her wedding dress. Tennyson also did a poem in a simallar theme as this one. Thank you for your coments

Brides Sorrow Red rimmed her eyes for faded tears old cloth crinkles in spider webs her heart beats for each of her fears upon her face she wears the veil Her love will come nevermore day and night she collects the dust her cries heard across the sea shore upon her face she wears the veil And still her wedding dress is worn while the moths eat away the cloth her heart forever will be torn upon her face she wears the veil

That was amusing

Thank you for your comments

This is done in a style I came up with, that I call Whispered Verse Entrapment Skeletal finger clasped around the bars and there would be no escape her eyes would trace across the stars like a maze ever a dead end pressed against the iron she would weep at every turn the chains snap back withering away within her cage the hope seemed to slip down the drain view of the moon a faded crescent once there was light that use to shine her fate set against her from the start a prison locked within a prison So she sings to canaries song why must beauty always perish yet wound around her voice a silver string once again put on a leash and so with each day her petals wilt away for every exit another door slams shut

Naked Moon I want to dance under the moonlight moonbeams to kiss my skin while the stars are shinning bright but for you my body weaves the threads of fate you see. Skin is to skin flesh is to flesh my soul to your soul threads bind your heart to mine Bathing in the moon glow my body is offered unto to you and only to you, that you may taste and if it pleases take all of me. Skin is to skin flesh is to flesh my soul to your soul threads bind your heart to mine Beneath the pale moonlight for you I hunger that the stars my bear witness to our given love. Skin is to skin flesh is to flesh my soul to your soul threads bind your heart to mine So I dance for you free as the wild bird sings only for you and the moon to see with hopes that as your spirit entwines with mine, desire will rise and you will come to me.

Thank you very much, I thought the repition worked well for the theme behind this poem.

I rather liked Reverie's idea, so I created a cinquain sequence of my own. Call A voice whispered inside sung as a silent prayer the answer appears a blank page can you hear me? crying the night each tear with a message breathing the words within your ears can you hear me? ignore the truth washed away upon your shore left to rust if not discovered can you hear me? close your eyes and listen for the call while wind and water speak your name hear me!

That is a very clever idea

I like this, I never thought of making a sequence of cinquain stanzas before

Thank you

The Mannequin The sound resounds long after the heart beat stops and knocks Misted lips part in a scream and only silence will make the bell ring On tip-toed breath in shadows one tries to hide so the cold lays its claim Eyes sewn shut sense of touch prevails where fear stimulates at the core With a quickness it comes mercury blood splayed upon the floor And still an oath was spoken each living cell broken shattered bone and flesh Canvas stretched too thin so again dissected this living mannequin So the artist returns to his tortured work another waiting on the hook.

Thank you, regaurding the syntax of the two lines you mentioned. I honestly am not sure what I was first thinking when I wrote that, for one thing I wrote this poem while I was on vaccation at like the beginning of the month, and then just posted it upon my return and I was in sort of a werid place when I wrote it.

Thank you, Thanks for catching that, I will go and fix it. This one is acutally a free verse, so there are no real rules for syllables and such for this one. Thank you for the suggestions, I will consider it.