5 minute poetry

[MP37a]

As I sit here on the ivory coast
I hear your voice cry out to me from across the sea
It's soft and chilly as if whispers from a ghost
I wish your song would bring you back to me

I long for your hair of silk
And your eyes locked onto mine
Your beauty is frozen in my mind;
A flower that will never wilt
Your kiss gets me drunk like wine
Your touch can warm the heart
You have a grace that could be called divine
And all you accomplish is a work of art

I see you in my dreams
I hear you in the wind
I feel as though you're close to me
I wish my senses numb

I'd sit here night and day, day and night
Hoping that someday you just might,
Come back to where we first did meet
Upon this here very ivory Beach

[Cloud Strife]

Stare out the window,
Gaze at the overcast sky.
Raindrops fall from all directions,
Nothing untouched, nothing is dry.
I note this and wonder,
wonder if it will remain.
Wonder what plans the
winds have for my domain.

Will the water keep coming,
will the floods never cease?
Will the flow be unending,
overwhelming the trees?
Or will the sun arrive again,
warming the earth once more?
Will the sun ever shine again,
to deter thoughts of war?

The colors of rain
note the passage of time,
though the sun isn't here
to help the rain shine.
Winds buffet and swirl,
create needlepoint mists,
while clouds above twirl,
shape a thunderhead's fist.
The storm's growing stronger,
winds blow down the line,
while I look to horizons,
and hope for a sign.

A patch of blue sky is all that I ask,
to let us all know - the worst has passed.
How long I shall watch? Only time will tell.
With eyes on horizons, I'll wait 'til the end...

For no storm lasts forever, though this one pretends.

[RagnarofBurland]

Twould I but know thee, gentle fair repose.
All others scorn me, this I surely can't depose.

From whence this comes, I see it.
Tis from the glum, that shaking bit,

Tis me.

[Cloud Strife]

Through the rain I travel,
radio playing melancholy music -
piano mixed with strings -
headlights reflect off passing signs
streetlamps shine onto rain-soaked roads
lighted colors run on the street
inner child smiles at reality altered
and I continue on.

[RickZarber]

After a long absence from this thread, I am returned! For, uh, one poem...

WHEEL KEEPS TURNING, HAMSTER'S DEAD

There was a time when I would cry;
I lived my life afraid to die
But found one night, I here recall
that I stopped living after all.

I realized then I could not hide
The fact remained, my soul had died.
Someplace along my weary way
I just gave up, I seemed to say:

I’m stuck in an eternal rut
where nothing’s done, and nothing but.
The days slipped by, then months as well
And I’ve stayed locked inside my shell.

But I want out, this can’t be me
There’s still too much that I must see,
and do, and say, and read and write
Will I go down without a fight?

But a fighting spirit needs a will
And I refuse to pop a pill
I’ll get through as me or not at all
I’ll escape my self-made wall

And maybe someday, someway find
that through some triumph of the mind
I lived, despite my soul’s malaise
and came to life through well-spent days.

[Cloud Strife]

Walk the path so straight and narrow
Feel the wind cut to the marrow
Now turn away from icy winds
And face away from deadly sins

Fight the urge to crumble here
Struggle on despite the fear
The light will guide and keep you safe
As long as you maintain your faith

For fear that feeds upon the dark
Within your eyes and in your heart
Will lead you from the lighted path
And trick you into fevered wrath

So keep your wits about you still
Lest you be bent against your will
Advance along the straight and narrow
Avoid the darts, the spears and arrows

The sins that bring you to your knees
Force you to cry, force you to bleed
And find your way into the light
So you can sleep safely tonight.

[Ravenstorm]

I used to enjoy doing this. Maybe I still do; It's been a long time.

Cut

as
surely as the word it seems I've
put a dainty Cut between us
tangible in quality yet
not there paradoxicly I
never had a knack you see for
joining one and two for three and
so I slipped and missed the mark a
pity, me, with cutter sharp.

...

Now I know
Now I guess
Now I lose
I confess
What a ruse
What a fall
What a game
For it all
Friend of shame
Friend of doubt
Friend of dreams
All found out
How I lean
How I sway
How I go
What the way

...

now
I reflect on what has passed and
wonder which will dare to last for
nothing stops a spirit's flow (what
dreadful power none dare know) but
binds that tie can broken be with
simple words that carefully are
without care or thought let loose and
spread the gap - make tight the noose.


Well, that was unexpectedly down poem. So sorry. Next time I promise a much lighter mood, none of this depressing sin.

p.s. in regards to rhythm, all multi-word lines have a stressed first syllable

[BlackMageGirl!]

Snip the ties
Scatter the ground
Used for birth mothers
Nesting place

Fine locks weather
A floating grace
Journeys far so fast
Disappear into the sun.

Never taken care of
But strangely beautiful
Return to a childhoods
Last simple questing

Pulled from the photograph
Straight to the mind
A rejection for tomorrow
And a today for now


....yes, honestly I have been thinking about cutting my hair for a long while. ^^;

[Cloud Strife]

Ravenstorm, good to see you back here. Hopefully, your next poem will have less of an interim than the time between your last two poems. :p

'Feeling'

Feelings known, come recompense,
penetrate the best defense;

Remove the sadness, thoughts of fear;
remove the anger I hold near;

Distort the thoughts that bind my sight,
destroy the thoughts the hide the light;

Return the love and gracious smiles;
prevent the hate, all it defiles;

Restore compassion graciously
While tearing up disgust in me;

Bring forth the taste of pleasantness
And bind the state of cowardice;

Another fight, so help me win
This other fight brought from within;

A victory comes swiftly forth
As seethingly I vent remorse;

Emotions fill and quickly fade,
The feelings new - the friendship made.

[RagnarofBurland]

I've been thinking alot about the past lately and was inspired to write something about it.

*-------------------------------*
I sing for those, forgotten souls
Whose song I can't repeat,
Never wish, to be forgotten,
Among the faceless peat.

I think of thee, ancient nomad,
Whose name is all but lost,
Never now we will be known,
Among the countless others.

Perhaps many after, that faceless nomad
Whose line he did not know,
Never the farmer in his field found rest,
I wish to soften natures blow.

Closer still there is, to me,
The rough and bearded champion,
Rest in peace, There are those,
Who know you after a fathom.

At unfathomed distance, his cousin lies,
Across the western sea,
The Four Worlds and Coyote,
A tale of the nomad’s deeds.

But toil still we, villagers among,
The hills and mountains of the land,
Scrapped a living of the sand
Accept my grateful pleas.

And finally, they have a name,
Oh recent of my kin,
They made the journey stubbornly,
To the four worlds, opportunities land

The crackled and clanked, in the mines,
Your efforts are not unrewarded,
The result of your contribution,
Stands to tell you why.

To parents, parents and you too.
We will be continuation, So we might not fully forget you.