Thread for all of my poems

Wondrous and elemental; sometimes abstract, then sharp as a ninjas blade.
You cut the blank page with your emoting brush and dazzle this reader, anew.

I will be the first to knight your thread with 5 stars. Thank you for sharing; love the flow you have offered to us all.

 

A slightly cheesy song I wrote for my fiancé last Valentine's Day...


'TILL THE LAST FLOWER DIES

Lying here alone,
In my room tonight,
In the soft and gentle twilight glow,
When I think of you,
How it feels so right,
Had to tell you, just to let you know;

You make me happier than I have ever been,
And I don't ever want to see you cry,
Just to give you all my heart,
And everything I am,
And I'll love you 'till the stars fall from the sky.

Did you know,
That every day,
You make my world a better place to live,
And I miss you,
When you're away,
To hold you now, what I wouldn't give;

Yes all I want to do tonight is hold you in my arms,
And stay with you untill the end of time,
You're my sweetest dream come true,
You mean the world to me,
And I'll love you 'till the stars forget to shine.

And if a cloud should come to hide away the sun,
It's brighter for the light that's in your eyes,
Your smile could warm my heart,
Through the cruelest night,
And I'll love you 'till the last flower dies.

 

joy! im not the only person who sees Pink pens, Chocolate hens and Boats on the ceiling, whats this abt being high tho?
'we dont believe in ur lies anymore' is nice but im so sure ive heard that one b4 sumwhere...
apple brandy, the einstein one (so eloquent, no?) all excellenté,

 

SO FAR AWAY

Cold as clay,
A bleak October's day;
Oh take me so, so far away,
To the land of sweet sublime,
Where the solemn trees do whisper,
Secrets of forgotten time,
And the butterflies do dance and play,
Oh take me so, so far away.

Morning dew's prismatic jewels,
Of chromatic, spectral light,
Grace the turquoise petals,
Where the dragonflies take flight.

Lilting of the birds,
Fills the glade with happy tune,
Dreamy scent of summers spent,
With roses sprung in June,
Summer breezes come like day,
And return to night-time all too soon.

Oh take me so, so far away,
Once again unto the day,
Where the butterflies do dance and play,
And shades of green do softly sway overhead.

 

ACID FLASHBACK

When I came downstairs this morning,
Five hundred yellow sunflowers sat in my living room,
Blooming in the rays of dawn;
And feeling quite forlorn,
I decided to put the kettle on.

My sunflower friends, it seems,
Had only arrived for a visit,
So being civil,
As I should,
I offered them all a cup of coffee,
One each, don't you know,
With milk and two sugars.

And I barely managed to squeeze enough water out of the kettle;
Then once the drinks were made,
I placed them on a tray,
All five hundred,
Rather heavy,
And carried them out to the living room;
Suddenly my friends were gone.

After I made all of that coffee,
Cheeky buggers.

 

haha 'After I made all of that coffee,
Cheeky buggers.'
At least you can drink it now i love that poem you wrote for Natalie by the way.

 

Funniest thing, not a moment later the 500 cups of coffee seemed to have completely dissapeared as well.

 

Hey i love your poems, they are great, definately looking forward to reading any more that you post!

 

This is as good as I've read.. ever. There's a delicacy and symmetry about it with the natural meter and rhythm of a Wordsworth or Shelley .

And they say the kids of today (in the UK) don't appreciate English?

John.. what's your full name.. I'm going to put a bet on you with the bookies that u're going to make Poet Laureate (of GB) one day. That's assuming u want to make a career of it. If not don't make me blow £100 at the bookies mate .

 

THREE NOCTURNAL STANZAS

It was early one evening in winter,
When the sky was becoming quite dark,
That into the misty woodland,
My companions and I did embark.

We trudged up the muddy wet hillsides,
And breathed in the damp, chilly air,
While around us the black twisted trees
Did gape with an unearthly stare;

And beyond velvet clouds overhead,
The moon cast his softening light,
And how it enchanted my heart,
Oh! Numinous guardian of night!

 

That was great... not my style, but it was great. I tend to lean more towards free verse, yet a mixture of conventional sounding poetry... I like descriptiveness.... yours is descriptive in a different way than mine though.

To each their own...

 

wow!! I loved it... it's so earthy and magical light! It feels like a magical forest where elves and unicorns and all those creatures are going to pop out and start prancing around very slowly in the moonlight.. It gives me a great feeling. So dark and mysterious and magical... I love it! Your a great writer John! Kepp up the great work!

 

THREE NOCTURNAL STANZAS

You have an awesome rhythm, natural rhyme that does not feel forced. My only crit is in the last stanza, is reads kind of clumsy because its flow is -bit- different from the first 2 stanzas. Not a big deal though.

 

A futile attempt at being William Shakespeare...

SONNET

Oh, how winter's cruel frosty ice and snow,
Like the final note of a sad, sad song,
Do linger as my tears begin to flow,
That I should suffer solitude so long;
And how above me, in that darkened sky,
A thousand stars rest in their satin shrine,
As the moon doth casts his tearful eye,
Sympathetic of sadness such as mine.
As my hands that burn with furious frost,
Is my lonely heart so cold and longing,
Wanting not to feel perpetually lost,
But to find a sense of warm belonging;
And just when I think that this cannot be,
My dearest lover, do I think on thee.

 

Well it's certainly more digestable than Shakespeare!
I loved -satin shrine-...

 

STRAWBERRY FANDANGO

Wondering where I can find something by Schoenberg,
I want to let it grow on me,
Like warts,
Or like apples,
Apples that grow from a tree,
Do you see?

 

REQUIEM

To be or not to be,
Sorry Bill, your bucket's been kicked.
I love you too.

 

THE PENGUIN ORIGAMI GUIDEBOOK FOR CHILDREN

I'm taking the piss out of art...
Arn't I?
No?
Oh well.
I'm not about to go chop a cow in half.

 

Wonderful poem that left me pondering. Thank you once again for your unique abstracts and poetic musings.

 

A DAY SUCH AS THIS

Day after day wore on with breezes,
Your limbs are dissolving,
Mephastophilis sneezes,
The jester plays his organ recital,
Time is vital,
On a day such as this.

Night after night wore on with clovers,
Your eyes are absolving,
Caterpillar made lovers,
The centaur has sold Stradivarius,
Earth is transcient,
On a day such as this.

Fountains, mountains,
Fountain of gloom,
Where the golden onions fume,
Like a cat.

Day after day and night after night,
Your fingers are melting,
Elephants are in starlight,
The jester plays his purple harpsichord,
Light is singing,
On a day such as this.