Express yourself by writing a poem!

[Wickers_Poet]

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[Starlight]

Hi,

here is couple of stanzas from a poem i like really deeply.

But can I feel the love for flowers?
Can I make garlands of lilies?
My heart is besieged by unpleasant hours
For me there are no season’s beauties

Droplets falling on unbloomed roses
Shining sun of spring is hidden in clouds
Coldness veiled the warmth of fragrance
Aromatic sensation is draped by gloomy thoughts’ crowd

hope u'll feel the inner message,

Love for all.

[Wickers_Poet]

Beautiful Thoughts Sadaf. And excellently expressed, Thank You.

Here is a poem of my own. Keats would've liked it!


PYGMALION. (April 2004).


'PYGMALION, loathing their lascivious life'

Vowed to hate women, to not take a wife



Chaste as a celibate but in his dreams

came women, fleeting quick and fast as beams



Call it his destiny, or fate: a muse

worked wonders in his mind his skill to use



As master chizzler he began to knock

a perfect woman from an ivory block



(A prize from the emperor acknowledging)

his genius in the art of chizzling



Which when completed, he lay eyes upon

and fell in love - Desired it strong whereon



He realised, was but an ivory maid

unravished yet and chaste - An idol made



By his own hands with his own fingers shaped

his whole being raved his mind seemed by it raped



Knowing it madness he insanely wrapped

his arms around its neck, he fingertipped



Her cheeks and brushed them lightly snogged

Tickle-kissed - As if he on kisses pissed



Shunning all arguments of real/unreal

believed reality is what we feel



So bought he little gifts all lovers by

their girlfriends, scents and watches, by the by



He gave her seashells pearls and precious stones

little birds tweeting on in diverse tones



And flowers: roses, (fleurs de lys) and

pendants with drops of amber - In her hand





Then one day he wrapped a cashmere shawl

about her shoulders, blood-red: wherewithal



Studded with earrings and bejeweled-like eyes

musky, intoxicating, swoony, wise



And then he stripped her naked - One by one

the presents came off slowly, every one



He stripped her naked till she was full nude

he stared at agonising beauty, rude



Pure, undefiled, could he comprehend

the articulacy of holy flesh portend



Except the ring he'd on her finger placed

to signify - No longer was he chaste



You're mine my wine forever till I've breath

in these my lungs I'll love you beyond death



My grave shall sprout with lilies for your love

and men shall sing of me - And Gods above



He cushioned her with weaves of Tyrian purple

and talked to her he seemed with words to startle



Till came the day of offerings for the feast

of Venus - Gilded horns the milky beast



Was offered at the altars of devotion

Pygmalion offered his and asked a solution

(UNFINISHED).

[nightingale]

ok- a little sonnet I wrote yesterday;

To- by Ryan Cronin

Beautiful one, I wondered who you were,
As you walked lightly through the fields of gold.
The way the sunlight shimmered in your hair,
Your grace silenced at once my pond’ring soul.
I knew you not, yet your form so fair
Does now, in solitude, my thoughts enfold.
Would I could kiss your crimson lips so rare,
Would I could your soft hand in my own hold.
Once seen, immortal in my memory!
I cannot walk these meadows anymore,
But with fondness recall your goddess-shape,
And through the musings of my Poetry
Try to describe that which I now adore,
And in transcendent dreams of you escape

what you think?

[Wickers_Poet]

That's the kind of poetry we need these days. It's really excellent, I read it through with holy ecstacy. Please feel free to send me more of your stuff because I would be delighted to read it.

Here's a little ditty I wrote on the way back from America couple of months ago.


Neither conquest won, both mad
Love enshrined the dreamy room
Nor delighted and not bad
who is now in love, with whom?

Much desire of apposite
Peering an executive
Don Giovanni is tonight
ignorent and recondite

Who dares love? And who dares win?
Who can bear to lose their life?
This a life of double-spin
dry and iron and no wife

Saskia Rabinovich
Glad of her argenticum
Daughter's mother, canard, bitch
'This is my Praeconium'

Boundaries a blur again
What is right and what is wrong?
Who's to listen who's to speak
blotting out oblivion?

And an odd computer geek!
Does he know what now is not
Why the England that is rot
far exceeds what he has got

Do I dare to be in love
Even tho' I'm ever out
3 below and 9 above
do I claim to be about

Diss the city death has built
Brilliantly and very neatly
Silently and so completely
in its comely guilt

[nightingale]

Thanks-nicest thing anyone's ever said about my poetry! OK- here's another one:

On Wonder-by Ryan Cronin

Away in fancy, away now from the earth
I wander silently in my sweet dreams.
In this domain, no pain but yet no mirth
Can pierce the walls which circle my heart's realms.
O, Muses, Muses! Bring me to new birth,
Reveal to me where myriad beauty teems,
Where swallows fly, ad where the foamy firth
Laps 'gainst the shore, where wave-washed pebble gleams.
Where Phoebus casts his golden rays on all,
Illuminating all things, bad and good.
Where song inspires new love and fresh sorrow.
Mother Gaia!This Poet hears your call,
O Melancholy. leave me! For the flood
Of happiness fills my soul-til tomorrow.

I'm constructing a website to show my stuff-www.poetrypoems.com/romantic. Still under work though.

[Starlight]

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[Wickers_Poet]

Wow, that is an absolutely excellent and brilliant poem. The sentiments have been very wonderfully expressed.

[Starlight]

just here to say thx!

[002]

I would consider Keats my poetic mentor; for awhile now I've been using Keatsian sonnets (abcabdcabcdede). Here's one I recently wrote:

Until That Day, My Love

July 18, 2005

My eyes dreary from the evening journey,
I kneel at the water's edge, its surface
Reflecting the auras of midnight --
And there, above the moonlit boughs and trees,
Where the gentle breezes, the leaves do caress,
As spirits hover to the stars of sky --
I witness the nightingale in swift flight,
Gliding gracefully; over dim realms free --
Heard a second, by flap of winged crest,
Then gone -- ushered to glades far out of sight.
Thine too, (three syllable name), was a presence contrite --
But in those few hours, spent long ago,
Love -- and wisdom -- to my world were nigh.
My eyes afire, I follow its echo.

[cadbury princess]

How do you always make me feel this way?
Like i'm trapped and i will have to find my own way out sooner or later.
It doesn't seem fair.
I want someone to tell me what i should do.
You should tell me.
Begin. Again. New Beginnings.
The phone always rings.
It's never you.
I wish you were here with me now.
You could touch my hair and tell me how much you love me.
I don't know if you do?
Love Me.
We talk for hours. I'm never bored and love to listen.
We're Playful & Private.
I don't know if we flirt.
Your reaction sometimes scares me.
I'm scared of rejection.
I know you are too.
Your smile is happy. It makes me happy to see you smile.
You have pretty hands, Clean, Tidy, fingernails unbitten.
Your mind is beautiful too. I think that's what engaged me first.
You're full of knowledge and have space for more.
I like to teach you things and love to learn from you.
And I do. Everyday. Learn something.
I know I love you.
It grows. Like a flower. Your Love is its Sunshine. Rain. Soil.
You make it want to live.

[Saturn]

How do you always make me feel this way?
Like i'm trapped and i will have to find my own way out sooner or later.
It doesn't seem fair.
I want someone to tell me what i should do.
You should tell me.
Begin. Again. New Beginnings.
The phone always rings.
It's never you.
I wish you were here with me now.
You could touch my hair and tell me how much you love me.
I don't know if you do?
Love Me.
We talk for hours. I'm never bored and love to listen.
We're Playful & Private.
I don't know if we flirt.
Your reaction sometimes scares me.
I'm scared of rejection.
I know you are too.
Your smile is happy. It makes me happy to see you smile.
You have pretty hands, Clean, Tidy, fingernails unbitten.
Your mind is beautiful too. I think that's what engaged me first.
You're full of knowledge and have space for more.
I like to teach you things and love to learn from you.
And I do. Everyday. Learn something.
I know I love you.
It grows. Like a flower. Your Love is its Sunshine. Rain. Soil.
You make it want to live.

That is so achingly beautiful I wish I had been able to write it.

I feel the exactly same about someone myself but could never put it as succintly and beautifully as you've done here.

[cadbury princess]

That is so achingly beautiful I wish I had been able to write it.

I feel the exactly same about someone myself but could never put it as succintly and beautifully as you've done here.

Its the first poem I've ever been proud of. I still love reading it now.

As for telling the person, you should, you have a beautiful way with words.

[Saturn]

That is so achingly beautiful I wish I had been able to write it.

I feel the exactly same about someone myself but could never put it as succintly and beautifully as you've done here.

Its the first poem I've ever been proud of. I still love reading it now.

As for telling the person, you should, you have a beautiful way with words.

That would not be a good idea...

[cadbury princess]

That is so achingly beautiful I wish I had been able to write it.

I feel the exactly same about someone myself but could never put it as succintly and beautifully as you've done here.

Its the first poem I've ever been proud of. I still love reading it now.

As for telling the person, you should, you have a beautiful way with words.

That would not be a good idea...

How come??