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A place for all sorts of poetry. Join in any discussion, the more the merrier..or add any discussion you wish to. Hope to see everyone enjoying this...

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The Wisdom of Insects

Started by Robbie E Aug 20. 0 Replies

Merry meet!I'm actually not a huge fan of insects in real life, but I'm trying to open my mind and really learn to appreciate them, so I created a Wiccan sort of poem celebrating some of their…Continue

A short poem

Started by Universal Fool(Uni) May 28, 2013. 0 Replies

                              A Short Poem.I run vaguely through the gates of the forest of non-existence Fear perusing, the progressive madness enhancing sensations Flight is the method Yet motion…Continue

Celebration of the Lizard II

Started by Universal Fool(Uni) Dec 6, 2012. 0 Replies

                                                                                                 CELEBRATION OF THE LIZARD II   Lizardous shadowMoving in blind silencean unheard clatter of…Continue

Song of RavenstaR

Started by Universal Fool(Uni) Dec 6, 2012. 0 Replies

                                                                                                     THE SONG OF RAVENSTARI have been as a terror of thunder                   upon the face of the…Continue

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Comment by joseph arrigo on May 12, 2012 at 12:56pm

I sense the gleam of fresh dew upon the earth's floor

And drink in the nectur of the breeze.

Fresh and vibrant

instilling such pleasure

allowing for the merriest of meets!

 

Songs of bird call forth  to a fresh water spring

as many moments are captured to vision

the harmony that comes to a haert

sacred and being

 

Vision of magick's love

Comment by Terry Riley on December 22, 2011 at 8:55pm

Doorways


I see fairies

Sparkle

In the morning

Sunshine

Disguised as

Dewdrops

In the grass

Comment by Angelique Vantuykom on December 5, 2011 at 7:50pm

thank you earthwolf for your welcome ,,,let me introduce myself on this little poem...Melody...

the base of my hart is a melody...the tone of my voice is stradegie ,,,a symphony of  colors ,,,a rainbowincence of knowledge...a card carrousell of hocus-pocus,,,and a very good focus,,,that all is i have gathered and makes myself inpossible to spare

Comment by Rosanna Fox on November 8, 2011 at 5:08pm

Baby dragons in my garden

Are eating all my roses

Burning down my creeping phlox

With a careless blast of noses

 

I watch them in the twilight

Gamboling by the fountain

Climbing piles of compost

that loom to them like mountains

 

Warring with the daisies

Making mayhem with the moles

That poke their small and curious heads

Through carefully hidden holes

 

My neighbors think I drink too much

And smoke a bit of herb

I laugh at them behinds my hands

I find them quite absurd

 

Pagan gardens tend to teem

With creatures quite exotic

my koi pond  crawls with mermaids

Their scales kaleidoscopic

 

There may be a basilisk

Behind that pile of coal

Waiting to make statuary

Of some unwary soul

 

Mayhap there is a mandrake

Buried by the spuds

Screaming out its weary woes

Into uncaring mud

 

But the best is still the embers

Floating on the breeze

Singeing my poor Persian cat

And making grandma sneeze

 

Because of all that flies, or swims

 Or burrows deep, or crawls

Here, there be dragons in my yard

The most wondrous pest of all

Comment by cathy cantrell on November 7, 2011 at 5:17pm

this is a poem i wrote and it describes me to a tee

if i could climb up to the sky,

i'd jump on a billowy cloud,

i'd ride the wind from end to end

and never come down again

Comment by Rayne on November 2, 2011 at 5:20pm

Where shall I begin thy quest

To find the answers I seek

For there is not a spoken word

That I thought I should keep

For many nights I travel

Alone and lost from thee

But help I shall find someday

And to you shall bring back me.

Comment by Wild Gypsy Butterfly on November 1, 2011 at 11:43pm

of all the things

on faery wings

love is the most important one

Comment by LoneWolf on October 26, 2011 at 10:28am

 

They drain me dry of hope I have no love left to give

I've lost my purpose my reasons to live

my days are dimmer my nights even darker

I'm a lonely stranger to my own mother and father

I don't remember the last time someone called me friend

I'm broken now I used to only bend

I'm too far gone to replace all that i've lost

My heart can no longer beat covered in frost

I'm swimming in quicksand of negative emotion

voices whisper all around to drown in the commotion

they're pulling me down as they yell defeat

and it feels like theres weights tied to my hands and feet

the weights are how heavy my emotions make me feel

reminding me of my pain screaming it's real

with one last breath I drown in my despair

and there wasn't a soul alive that knew to care

Comment by LoneWolf on October 26, 2011 at 10:14am

something I wrote when I went throught The dark night of the soul...

 

One of the saddest storys ever told, about a beautiful fairy and her heart of gold


until injustice and corruption tore her dreams down, her once radiant smile now a bloody black frown

dressed in all white pure sunlight all day, now the crimson darkness is the role that she plays

fairydust and glitter is now fangs and a cape, they cursed her with a destiny she can no longer escape

spiders and cobwebs lace up her dress, vampire and werewolves all she wants to impress

her healing aura is now black and death, bright red eyes and fire on her breath

she stares at the ocean with a new list of demands, it once was world peace at the tip of her hands

no more butterflys and flowers of light, fright, another creature that goes bump in the night

repression tranforming into vengeance and it's looking so sweet, this halloween she'll give new meaning to trick or treat

 

 

Comment by LoneWolf on October 5, 2011 at 8:30pm
They don't appreciate their life, their hearing or sight,
They don't understand it's a gift to witness a day to sleep through a night,
Just like gifts are given they can be taken away,
It is a home for your body but your soul can not stay,
We do not know our purpose but to live is a fight,
We constantly battle between what is wrong and right,
To show our gift giver gratitude and show we are worthy,
We develop a conscience and treat others with empathy,
Just as you feel pain so does every other,
Respect every stranger like your own father and mother,
And just because plants and animals can not feel how we feel,
it doesn't mean their pain isn't real,
it's not your life to steal.
 

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