My Poems
Posted: 2008.11.03 (09:37)
I'm usually not good at writing poems, but today I wrote three really good ones:
The caves of darkness; caves of fraught
I the night I thought of naught
The mines; the red; the gleaming gore
In the darkness evermore
And the trees all tall and green
I must stay hidden; be not seen
Now you will see me no more
And this map deserves a four.
from here.
Emptiness
Emptiness of the ring that enslaves us all
To the very end of death's sweet call
O'er the mountains of love's high peaks
And into the valleys of dreaded lonely weeks
I am me who is to say
What true love means anyway
A plane of grass; a sea of blue
The one I see; that is you
From here.
Your Gentle Curves
The gentle curves, the gentle touch
Of your body I love so much
In the night let me despair
I run my fingers through your hair.
Your soft skin, your gentle lips
As I touch with fingertips
I feel you shake within my grip
And I will never let you slip
Your gentle curves, your unclenched fist
As i long for the everlasting kiss
I run my fingers over your skin
And I can't wait for the subtle hint
Your gentle curves, your beating heart
I say it so, let it be art
I wrote it to my girlfriend about half an hour ago.
What do you all think?
The caves of darkness; caves of fraught
I the night I thought of naught
The mines; the red; the gleaming gore
In the darkness evermore
And the trees all tall and green
I must stay hidden; be not seen
Now you will see me no more
And this map deserves a four.
from here.
Emptiness
Emptiness of the ring that enslaves us all
To the very end of death's sweet call
O'er the mountains of love's high peaks
And into the valleys of dreaded lonely weeks
I am me who is to say
What true love means anyway
A plane of grass; a sea of blue
The one I see; that is you
From here.
Your Gentle Curves
The gentle curves, the gentle touch
Of your body I love so much
In the night let me despair
I run my fingers through your hair.
Your soft skin, your gentle lips
As I touch with fingertips
I feel you shake within my grip
And I will never let you slip
Your gentle curves, your unclenched fist
As i long for the everlasting kiss
I run my fingers over your skin
And I can't wait for the subtle hint
Your gentle curves, your beating heart
I say it so, let it be art
I wrote it to my girlfriend about half an hour ago.
What do you all think?