Poetry By Candlelight

I like how the first and final line rhyme.

Another oldie from me. It is untitled.

A dozen fireflies collide,
Derived, the path unknown.

They spy the route, within the clouds,
Before they've even flown.

Although they've yet to live their lives,
Have yet to feel regret.

Still searching for a clear, blue sky,
They long now, to forget.

In time, their path is destined,
For beauty, faith and pain.

Sculpted in the same, fine script,
To play the scene again.

They fly, onward,
Regardless of the danger sensed ahead.

Eyes to the sun, envisioning
The life pursued instead.

And as they clash, their knowledge
Now unfolds to find it all.

They do not fear the afterlife,
As strength comes from the fall.

I just love coming to this thread and reading the poetry. I might have to go find some old ones ofmine to post in here.

Can't wait to read your work again, Angel!

Standing eternally still
But restless all the while
All life flowing freely by
Ages past and here I remain
To seasons tied
In colours flurry of change
through elements of heat and cold I've endured
restless stillness disturbed
Yet I flourish still and survive.....

Sorrowful yet still hopeful and empowering.

This is one of my favourite creations:

How to Write a Poem

So you want to write a poem,
all other artforms failed.
It seemed the most efficient way
to have your thoughts unveiled.

To understand the intricate
and tangled ways we pine.
Then only to be troubled
by words and flow, and rhyme.

How can a person's feelings
be summed up with some grammar?
Some adjectives and adverbs,
used only for the glamour?

A poem is not words, you see,
there is no right or wrong.
Not something to be analysed,
but voice immersed in song.

So when you write a poem
remember to be real.
Include your sugar coating,
but don't forget to feel.

Love the poem,locust! has an ancient, yet modern feel to it.

ckyle7-that's awesome!

Very enjoyable Carly and thank U kindly abs

Siren of the deep blue all encompassing sea,
Answering the oceanic kings call,
Overpowering need for at his side to be,
From all she knew she turned and sped,
Through waters blue an green beautiful an bleak,
As waves born in storms crashed she would flee,
into his embrace and a night of eternal glee...

I like the flow of that, locust.

Crimson and red, so glistening, slight,
preparing for battle, furious might.
Hiding the brilliance, radiance flees,
while trying to stand, you land on your knees.

Feeling no warmth, in what you held close.
Reading no label, just taking the dose.
Searching for something, pure, to unyeild,
Most vulnerable, peering around a great sheild.

While dancing to music, your toes go all numb,
Alighted in hope, of days yet to come.
But still hold your breath, while swimming an ocean,
your heart will feel nothing, if drowned in emotion.

Flitter onward little nymph
The beast is watching every breath
Remind yourself in heart and mind
Lest you give them up at once to bind

Forge ahead a steady pace
Denying every glimpse of face
Discovered when you rest or sleep
Another fool who dared too deep

You've heard what claws have torn asunder
Witnessed the cacophonous thunder
Allow nothing to compromise your name
Unless you revel in destructive pain

You're soul is yours alone to lose
It matters little which path you choose
Evade, reject, scheme, and run
The beast awaits at every one

He's played this game a thousand times
Rehearsed the rhythm and the rhyme
Surrender is the only chance
Embrace your death enjoy the dance

Ooooh I really love it, Musikaman!

Musikaman wrote:Flitter onward little nymph
The beast is watching every breath
Remind yourself in heart and mind
Lest you give them up at once to bind

Forge ahead a steady pace
Denying every glimpse of face
Discovered when you rest or sleep
Another fool who dared too deep

You've heard what claws have torn asunder
Witnessed the cacophonous thunder
Allow nothing to compromise your name
Unless you revel in destructive pain

You're soul is yours alone to lose
It matters little which path you choose
Evade, reject, scheme, and run
The beast awaits at every one

He's played this game a thousand times
Rehearsed the rhythm and the rhyme
Surrender is the only chance
Embrace your death enjoy the dance

I likes it lad...

I really feel that poem, M. Wonderful job!

Asleep

Mirrored waves of tattered ribbon,
twisting in my sight.

Shredded from the vicious winds,
and faded from the night.

Brewing ancient bubbles,
formed from effervescent dreams.

They crumble from the slightest touch,
And nothing’s as it seems.

Through folding fury, showered
In a mass of rendered calm,

The blanket, soft and ignorant,
will keep me safe from harm.

Bravo. Well written.
 

Thank you, I put a lot of feeling in this one.

Lovely work ckyle7

Tomorrow is a blinding force,
to reckon, is to fail.

To falter through decisive mist,
the beast now set to sail.

Despairing, in the questions,
that await within the morn.

To covet what we could have had,
and live the past in scorn..

What future does the new day bring?
What will this neighbour hold?

And what for, will the Reaper ask,
when I am grey, and old?

Vanity ........

I am the brightest shining light
The one who holds the world in right
encompassing your vision stealing from U all sight
Such is my visage an delightful might
As I am this Adonis of such vagrant delight
Kneel before me an bask in my glowing light....

I have a colleague who is lovely, known her for over 9 years now. She's been going through hell lately and even though I don't know what this particular new issue is about, I have an inkling it has to do with some serious shizzle that went down with one of her kids and her ex husband. She is dealing, ongoing, with it all and is writing reports, plus bringing up her 3 kids on her own. I don't know how she does it!!! So I wrote this for her. I hope it helped somewhat.

Sometimes it rains, to clear the air,
to empty clouds that linger there.
To bless the earth with sun and light
upon the morn of darkest night.
From ashen embers comes a dawn,
the waters calmed, after the storm.
Remember strength is cradled tight.
within the throes, the foes we fight.
And raining down, from clouds above,
you see your strength in those you love.
The flitting moments, pure and true,
the love and hope was birthed by you.

Very thoughtful and moving poem ...i hope it gave her some relief from her troubles..

I have 2 days left with my kids for this year and the parents organised a lovely book of messages from each child in my class! One boy wrote me a poem. I am overwhelmed by this! Such a touching gift, never had a 7 year old write me one, he obviously knows how passionate I am about poetry.... This is how it went:

ms kyle, ms kyle
is always so much fun
she has a friendiy smile
and Azi is her son

ms kyle loves her art
and her year 1 kids
with a great big heart
1K, ms kyle they'll
surely miss!

(complete with spelling/punctuation errors). I love it so much!!!

Amazing gift from one so young....

He is going to do amazing things, for sure!

A sunset is forming, over the lands.
The stars are alight, they plot hidden plans.
What's left of the day, I cling to my chest,
And hope against hope, for the best.

Too overwhelmed by the end of the day.
Fighting the debt, that's now left to pay.
The colours are murals, ephemerally etched.
The pinch of what's sought, but so seldom fetched.

To revel in colour, the beauty that's passed,
Is a delicate task, even though it won't last.
Remember the sunset, its hews are all born.
Take solace in life, the inevitable dawn...