Poetry Threat (well ok thread!) mark 2

[William_A_Edge]

:D/ Thanx James

[William_A_Edge]

@cymorill wrote:

my tears are like the quiet drift
of rain from some far off cloud
you the forgotten one catch them
from beneath your bed of earth

how i long to join you down below
so that i may shut out the world
with all its cruelty and indifference
but instead i send you my tears.

for A xx

A very sad and solemn poem , I do hope you don’t really feel this way
If true think of the person you are missing ,concentrate ,reach out and you can touch their spirit

[William_A_Edge]

AAAARRRGH!

In the dentist waiting room , awaiting an extraction

Reading magazine’s , as a form of distraction

First page is about a pregnancy contraction

I ajust my seat , only just a fraction

Hoping no one has seen my fidgerty reaction

Mamoth tooth found whilst on exploration

Teeth knocked out whilst on vacation

Daughter offended by a toothless relation

Dental nurse talking about her education

Dentist puts me under a sedation

Vampire fang in my imagination

Tooth extracted , wonderful elation

By William A Edge

[Cymorill]

does the wind blow because it wants to be heard
or water flow because it wants to be felt
is natures landscape there to be talked about
or painted by a great artist in the making
or the rainbow appear because it wants to be
looked at in awe
do the moon and stars shine because
they want to inspire some poetic
tenderness to an otherwise lonely night
does the poet write because he seeks
recognition, or great riches
no, the poet writes because he must
there is a need, a hunger to put pen to paper
his soul is fed by the very things that we take for granted
he can find beauty in the simplest gesture
inspiration in the smallest act.
poetry runs through him
like the water that rushes out to meet the sea
like the moon that lends a subtlety to our thoughts
like the rainbow that crowns the sky on a wet afternoon
poetry is a part of him just as nature is a part
of the world that surrounds us all.

[Cymorill]

my love i can think of nothing in this world
that compares to the way you make me feel
there is not a rainbow as colourful as your laughter
there is not a star that shines as bright as your eyes
if i were to be stranded in the sahara with no water
the mere thought of you would sustain me better than an oasis
the love i have for you is wider than the grand canyon
and the distance between us smaller than the eye of a needle
your smile can light up my darkest days and chase away my deepest fears
your voice is the sweetest melody i will ever hear
you are my inspiration, my guiding light and my strength
you are the other half of my soul.

XX

[Cymorill]

this morning i dreamt of walking in woods
dappled sunlight bathed my hair
as a warm breeze caressed my skin
i heard birds singing their sweet chorus

i followed a path to a shaded glen
and saw before me a vision of you
dressed in your finery on a rug of gold
with a feast spread before you to tempt the tongue

and as we sipped wine we talked of things to come
in this peaceful place anything seemed possible
reality was a lifetime away and yet
these vision faded into a dark fog

why did i have to return to my meagre existence
wake up dress and sit in contemplation
my heart knows that my dream will never be real
but at least i can remember and sigh.

[minim]

:wink:

[Cymorill]

words are forming
screaming in my brain
tearing at my head
burning in my ears

the world keeps turning
making me dizzy
physically sick
emotionally drained

i cant stand it
wont you make it stop
take this pain
and bury it deep

i am lost
cant find my way, so
i blindly stumble on
looking for some hope.

[Cymorill]

there are no miracles in this world for me
and so i shall cease to wait
i have surrendered to the darkness at last
and found comfort in its icy embrace

if you look for a ray of light you will find it blinds you
so you cannot see the clouds that appear from behind
i have learnt to open my eyes and i can see clearly
for the first time in my life.

do not look for faith
do not look for hope
do not look for love
they are merely whispers on a breeze.

[Cymorill]

lost in a hellish nightmare, i cry out
cant seem to find my way in the dark
no compass star to guide me on my path
no candle in the window to light my way

the briars on the path shred my clothes
turning me into a ragged wretch
pale skin flecked with crimson
reminiscent of the vampire that feeds within

walls appear from nowhere and seem
to block my path, boxing me into my
very own prison, crushing all breath
from my lungs

like a small child in the dark
i feel afraid, scared of the monsters that
dwell deep within my own mind
screaming at me, tearing at me from within

i cry for help, but my voice is carried away
on the howling wind, stealing my breath
so no one can hear my desperate plea
and i know i am lost in my own nightmare alone.

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