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Topic: An oldie
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Iced8Ace Knowflake Posts: 54 From: CA Registered: Aug 2014
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posted November 06, 2014 11:03 PM
I wrote this in high school. Poem for the week 'cause I'm busy Sunday.What to do? Too shy, Don't know how I can pass by Without a glance Incomplete as gazers do As a wistful conformity of dew Captures my eye and chance Slips out of my encircled grasp
Engaged with old memories Time microwaves these hot emotions Couples in France Of whose passions set in high motions Linger shooting golden at the sun What fruits and lies often spun A kiss and miniature hearts were loves notions Forehead and scars Things you'd rather have sooner forgotten A scorpionic dance My poison set in precisely when you 1st dropped in Rotten limbs you quickly slew Back together I casually sew To keep you together in a world you were lost in Your longing shifting the air In pursuit of sighs did I stab In a funny way time grants: Things you want but shouldn't have Had I forgotten and yet you knew That in time, you'd be brand new In soul, do angels heavens grab IP: Logged |
Pearlty Moderator Posts: 788 From: Ohio Registered: Jan 2012
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posted November 08, 2014 01:04 PM
Transformative and soul stirring IP: Logged |
Ayelet Knowflake Posts: 508 From: Registered: Sep 2010
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posted November 08, 2014 06:18 PM
Hi Iced8Ace, this poem exudes sensitivity, and i liked the way you shape the images. provoking both thought and emotion. IP: Logged |
Ayelet Knowflake Posts: 508 From: Registered: Sep 2010
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posted November 09, 2014 10:15 AM
Images, metaphores, the whole lot IP: Logged |
mirage29 Knowflake Posts: 3048 From: us Registered: May 2012
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posted November 10, 2014 05:51 PM
Echoing all that's been said... wow! High school talent? enormous! IP: Logged |
Iced8Ace Knowflake Posts: 54 From: CA Registered: Aug 2014
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posted November 15, 2014 04:20 PM
I apologize for the late comment.Thank you for all of your encouraging replies! I wrote a lot like that in high school. For ex: What you've done Distract me from my sorrow Only you seem able to calm this monster within As the clock tolls and the sun moves on Accompany me through my darkest hours Where this killer arrives at any opportunity of sin Run through my connection of veins Calm my troubled souls pain Mask this monsters feelings of shame Broken resolve, alter my ability to blame Anyone but the one who left Rob me of my ability to see Everything’s wrong but of course you can see Invisible noose, suffocate and poke at me Stab openly at my insecurities Keep stabbing, digging slowly the grave that will be mine Place the soil gently, of course at the end of it all, you’d still think I’m fine Forgotten, although wounds heal eventually Just how many you created, you don’t seem able to see. ((I will post something more recent today, thank you again, girls )
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Pearlty Moderator Posts: 788 From: Ohio Registered: Jan 2012
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posted November 15, 2014 11:12 PM
Gifts You certainly write well.IP: Logged |