Community Poetry I |
Softly whispers the night.
Whispers my name.
Calls to me, tugging gently on my soul.
"let me wrap around you"
"let me lead the way."
Wandering slowly, floating, drifting.
Flying swiftly through the night, listening to the night creatures having their say.
Shadows linger, dark clouds swirl,
Hidden, wrapped in darkness,
free reign do i enjoy.
Swooping, swirling, wind gently caressing,
All around my face.
Many marvels to wonder at,
many ancient toys.
The nightsong whispers to me,
Calls my ancient name,
"come dance with me"
"come fly on my breath this night."
To be free, to float, to drift,
Seeking the secrets, the mysteries to be found.
My consciousness to shift.
Pure thought,
Pure energy,
pure emotion,
All these i find,drifting softly through the night,
On silken wings of darkness,
on an endless flight. Blue | | It's Smooth It's smooth, the way the bass blends in, The way it's creamy and rich and tempting. She sings with the lucidity of a dream and dances with the beat-no regretting. The mood is so sultry I'll catch fire any second! And the way she moves will make me cry! As the violin feins for each note in this love song and the tamborine holds me in time I'm breathless and captivated by the beauty in sound, all thw while it's inside of me haunting. It's picking and poking my heart is provoking my emotions to all at once break down! I'm feeling it crawling beneath my skin- this music is whining with the cry of a child! I felt sad and dreary with the sounds I was hearing- but now the drum's beat makes me wild! Buddah eyed dragon Blue's oldest daughter | | Jinx's Poetry
All the fear in the world,
Is a song of hate.
All the hate in the world,
Is a song of ignorance.
All the ignorance in the world,
Is a song of human nature.
If human nature is a song of ignorance,
If ignorance is a song of hate,
If hate is a song of fear.
Then I want to be an animal.
I am all and I am nothing,
A world without a star,
Beauty hidden in scars,
Scars hidden in beauty and love.
I miss the pain and I miss the stars,
I am I am a pagan.
If all life is but a dream, and death is but sleep,
does that mean that life is death?
If death is life then what do we do in our sleep?
Do we dream of war, of deing which is sleep?
Of pain that kills? With best intentions, we sleep only
to repeat our mistakes.
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| " Death is not the end" By Jordan Osserman (AKA SilverFire) Drifting in the shadows...
Dark moon aproaching;
Cold may come,
But shall wane...
Death is not the end | | A Sonnet for Blue An azure shadow against backdrop night
Soaring throught the sky and bolting the wind,
Wing-ed beauty flying an awesome sight
Dodging the clouds and the thunder send
Brilliant as a saphire scales shimmering
Colored as an ocean or tropic sea
Entrancing gaze with eyes a'glimmering
Soaring the starry night and flying free
Laughing with mischief and chuckling with mirth
At anyone's shrieks and their startled cries
As she bolts and dances above the earth
For she knows she owns these ensorceled skies
Flying over forrest and morning dew
Gliding over mountains is dragon Blue Mark W. George a.k.a. BoB | | MY ANGEL So enamored am I with one so fair, indeed so radiant the heavens grow green with envy. No , not even these immortal beings in the night skies do compare Neither the wondrous beauties of the dryads of the forest Nor the much adored ladies of the court. She outshines them by far. All these other transient women, She is more constant than they are. My love for her is everlasting not flighty like that of other men. Even the great city of Heaven will fall e're I stop loving my angel. STAR | | my heart, deep in my chest
tainted with a lingering love
smoldering coals singe my soul
dreams lost on wing of a dove Scattered memories bombarding me
filling me with melancholy
grasping for a faint glimspe of hope
Knowing it is nothing but a fool's folly Drackitos | | As the shadows dance upon the floor, forewarning the end of the day, they flirt with the silken curtains while they dance and sway. Seeing this waltz I think of you you are a tenderly playful kind. How your delicate touch holds me after all this time. With a breeze and a chill the shadows are swept away the soft curtains stand still Alone, so dies the day. Drackitos | | Impossible Dream
Is it a worth while endaevor? It is hoId it vain to have an impossible dream? hopeless,so hopeless, it would seem. No matter how thought out or clever. Is it healthly to posses so much passion? Is it a heartache on the brink? maybe such dreaming is considered old fashion Or maybe it is just me, I think Drackitos | | For Me A space in time where I sit and wonder, What direction am I going to go. I try so hard to ground myself, And the silence continues to grow. An empty place that no one goes, To see, or hear, or feel. A vacant spot that stretches out, An makes me want to reel , Like a big open abandoned lot, Or vast deep crevice opening up. Or endless grey clouds that are never blue, And you feel people just stand and see right through. A place that rests in the back of my mind, Waiting for someone to crawl right in, And say it's ok and understand whats within. A soul to trust, a soul to share, A soul that loves, a soul that cares. This is a hope that some day will be, A true and respected reality................for me. Green '02 | | To the sky above,
Shine the stars of love,
The stars of those,
Who have found their divine rose.
The person with whom since birth,
You were meant to be with on this Earth,
The one in which your soul is tied, And the one of whom you can confide.
Inner most secrets told,
Long hidden feelings unfold,
Forgotten thoughts sharpened like a knife,
Lost dreams as real as life.
When two hearts beat together,
And become as light as a feather,
They will become as one,
And forever shine as bright as the Sun..
By Joshua Michael Sprague
(AKA Gale Ramirez Fountain) | Modified by DustyTymes 20050314 
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