Poetry "Dark Embrace"
Zitat von navre am 4 Dezember, 2005, 1001 Uhr“Dark Embraceâ€
Soft what silence creeps to mine ears in the noble darkness
It speaks to me of the wonders the shadows posses
Wrapped in my dark blanket it keeps me from the world
Head to toe I sit enfolded in armor of onyx hue
Hidden from the earthen lights as i move about this place
Sanctuary....
I watch from this hallowed place, my enoch
Dance with me among the forgotten, this black of night
What splendid things this place possesses
Shall i embrace you as a friend....
Shall i call you brother and share with you its wondrous visions
“Dark Embraceâ€
Soft what silence creeps to mine ears in the noble darkness
It speaks to me of the wonders the shadows posses
Wrapped in my dark blanket it keeps me from the world
Head to toe I sit enfolded in armor of onyx hue
Hidden from the earthen lights as i move about this place
Sanctuary....
I watch from this hallowed place, my enoch
Dance with me among the forgotten, this black of night
What splendid things this place possesses
Shall i embrace you as a friend....
Shall i call you brother and share with you its wondrous visions
Zitat von navre am 7 Dezember, 2005, 2316 UhrFade
Slowly I step from the shadows to gaze upon the light just once in a palored moons cycle
In the light cast upon me I am seen by all yet only noticed by few in this dim glow
I sit for a time and talk with those that would notice me for who I am
In time as with all things the palored moon cycles and I fade yet again back into the shadow that was and is my home...
It enfolds me it is the black that is my life the womb that is my blanket I do not struggle as it takes me again for it is time....I fade
Yeah thou I do mourn for a time as I will miss the talks I have had with those that have noticed me ...in time with my fading they to shall fade from me as quickly as I fade from them...I will remember and they will see me fade
I will watch from my shadowed veil until the next palored moon until I again step into the light and find new people to see me....
Can you see me fade....would you choose to come with me into this shadowed realm of my home...or shall I just .......fade?
Fade
Slowly I step from the shadows to gaze upon the light just once in a palored moons cycle
In the light cast upon me I am seen by all yet only noticed by few in this dim glow
I sit for a time and talk with those that would notice me for who I am
In time as with all things the palored moon cycles and I fade yet again back into the shadow that was and is my home...
It enfolds me it is the black that is my life the womb that is my blanket I do not struggle as it takes me again for it is time....I fade
Yeah thou I do mourn for a time as I will miss the talks I have had with those that have noticed me ...in time with my fading they to shall fade from me as quickly as I fade from them...I will remember and they will see me fade
I will watch from my shadowed veil until the next palored moon until I again step into the light and find new people to see me....
Can you see me fade....would you choose to come with me into this shadowed realm of my home...or shall I just .......fade?
Zitat von lady_demornay am 11 Dezember, 2005, 1447 UhrGreetings my sweet poet Nav`re....
Alas I am biased, in the fact that I know you still withold some of your more breath-taking works from the general public, and having read more than a bit of it myself I must say that you really ought to share your prose with the world... though of course I should say the darkest writings you have presented in the past would be quickly received above all. I wish to assure you that the prose I post is merely to share a part of my hidden self... I do this not to compete for talent (nor praise); as I have always approached your works with diffidence.... my pennings cannot compete, as you already know.
That said... in praise, once again, for your pennings, I present a quote from a poet long since passed.... and though he was praising a work that I agree not with, his praise sums up what I have thought this whole time, since the first prose you presented unto me....
Well might'st thy scorn thy readers to allure
With tinkling rhyme, of thy own sense secure;
While the Town-Bayes writes all the while and spells,
And like a pack-horse tires without his bells.
Their fancies like our bushy points appear;
The poets tag them, we for fashion wear.
I too, trasnported by the mode, offend,
And, while I meant to praise thee, must commend.
Thy verse created like thy theme sublime,
In number, weight, and measure, needs not rhyme.- A.[ndrew] M.[arvell]
On Paradise Lost
Please continue to post your works, Nav`re, as I shall be eagerly awaiting...-Sidonia DeMornay
The Huntress
Greetings my sweet poet Nav`re....
Alas I am biased, in the fact that I know you still withold some of your more breath-taking works from the general public, and having read more than a bit of it myself I must say that you really ought to share your prose with the world... though of course I should say the darkest writings you have presented in the past would be quickly received above all. I wish to assure you that the prose I post is merely to share a part of my hidden self... I do this not to compete for talent (nor praise); as I have always approached your works with diffidence.... my pennings cannot compete, as you already know.
That said... in praise, once again, for your pennings, I present a quote from a poet long since passed.... and though he was praising a work that I agree not with, his praise sums up what I have thought this whole time, since the first prose you presented unto me....
Well might'st thy scorn thy readers to allure
With tinkling rhyme, of thy own sense secure;
While the Town-Bayes writes all the while and spells,
And like a pack-horse tires without his bells.
Their fancies like our bushy points appear;
The poets tag them, we for fashion wear.
I too, trasnported by the mode, offend,
And, while I meant to praise thee, must commend.
Thy verse created like thy theme sublime,
In number, weight, and measure, needs not rhyme.
- A.[ndrew] M.[arvell]
On Paradise Lost
Please continue to post your works, Nav`re, as I shall be eagerly awaiting...
-Sidonia DeMornay
The Huntress
Zitat von navre am 13 Dezember, 2005, 0829 UhrA new poetic posting to sink your teeth into titled Civil War....Remember all comments are good comments......enjoy
Civil War
Deep thoughts and troubled dreams
Ponderous moments, steeped in pain
Tormented souls, wail relentlessly at shadowed walls
To succumb means release
Fighting binds stronger the chains of slavery
Self made shackles in an imaginary prison
Hallow eyes veil the turmoil contained within
Tears mark the passing of previous retreats
A tallied arm keeps the loosing score
Slowly the blade draws neigh
The battle lost, this the final mark upon the tattered score card
“All is silenceâ€
A new poetic posting to sink your teeth into titled Civil War....Remember all comments are good comments......enjoy
Civil War
Deep thoughts and troubled dreams
Ponderous moments, steeped in pain
Tormented souls, wail relentlessly at shadowed walls
To succumb means release
Fighting binds stronger the chains of slavery
Self made shackles in an imaginary prison
Hallow eyes veil the turmoil contained within
Tears mark the passing of previous retreats
A tallied arm keeps the loosing score
Slowly the blade draws neigh
The battle lost, this the final mark upon the tattered score card
“All is silenceâ€
Zitat von sunrava am 20 Dezember, 2005, 0946 UhrBrother where there is you there is always me. LOL, except in Belgium.
this is just a bit of silliness not meant to compete at all with the highly esteemable Navre.
"My Little Altar Boy"
As you walk along the aisle,
With that burning candle in your hand.
I remember you on your knees,
Kneeling on Ticonderoga pencils.
Offering up your prayers to God,
As I slap you with a ruler.
I put your penitence before you,
You lap it up and take it in.
Now standing at the altar,
You smile in abject fear.Sunrava
Brother where there is you there is always me. LOL, except in Belgium.
this is just a bit of silliness not meant to compete at all with the highly esteemable Navre.
"My Little Altar Boy"
As you walk along the aisle,
With that burning candle in your hand.
I remember you on your knees,
Kneeling on Ticonderoga pencils.
Offering up your prayers to God,
As I slap you with a ruler.
I put your penitence before you,
You lap it up and take it in.
Now standing at the altar,
You smile in abject fear.
Sunrava
Zitat von miyoko am 5 März, 2006, 1858 Uhrall the poems posted on this thread are amazing! you all write beautifully! i may post a few of my own, but for shame at their lack of eloquency.
all the poems posted on this thread are amazing! you all write beautifully! i may post a few of my own, but for shame at their lack of eloquency.
Zitat von ashiri am 20 März, 2006, 1817 Uhri agree with miyoko (again) all are great and mine shall not be posted for they cannot even be...compared...to such great works of art. i again am amazed. :D
Ashiri
i agree with miyoko (again) all are great and mine shall not be posted for they cannot even be...compared...to such great works of art. i again am amazed. :D
Ashiri
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