Poetry Mine
PostPosted: Mon Sep 13, 2004 7:56 am
I wasn't sure if this is the right place to post this or even if this should be posted at all. I'm still new, so if I make a mistake, please correct me; I'm always trying to be a more constructive member of the community. ^_^
Here is some of my shorter poetry. Tell me what you like about it or don't like about it or whether or not you think it's appropriate for the forum. I used to have art that went with most of these, but it was lost in a tragic reformatting accident...
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Away-man
There's something special in the eyes
Of a lamb who's ostracized.
It dulls his longing face of clay
To mark that man a man away.
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A Memorial Stone
A statue cannot move, you see.
'Tis always still and meek.
The stone is always hard and grey;
'Tis numb and cannot speak.
So why, then, does this statue move?
It makes me sad and weak.
Perhaps it is this pearl of rain
That trickles down her cheek.
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An Angel's Tear
How hard to see an Angel's tear
Among and through the clear night's sky?
I like to think it's just as bright
As the stars it is among.
But how sad it is to know
That the Angel can't be seen,
And we may never comfort it
Or find out why it cries.
But if the Angel could be seen
As it perches sad and weeping,
Then I would have to also cry.
For a creature such of love and light
To cry is such a hurtful shame.
How hard to see an angel cry!
And worse to know the reason why.
How hard to see an Angel's tear
Among and through the clear night's sky
Here is some of my shorter poetry. Tell me what you like about it or don't like about it or whether or not you think it's appropriate for the forum. I used to have art that went with most of these, but it was lost in a tragic reformatting accident...
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Away-man
There's something special in the eyes
Of a lamb who's ostracized.
It dulls his longing face of clay
To mark that man a man away.
--------------------------
A Memorial Stone
A statue cannot move, you see.
'Tis always still and meek.
The stone is always hard and grey;
'Tis numb and cannot speak.
So why, then, does this statue move?
It makes me sad and weak.
Perhaps it is this pearl of rain
That trickles down her cheek.
--------------------------
An Angel's Tear
How hard to see an Angel's tear
Among and through the clear night's sky?
I like to think it's just as bright
As the stars it is among.
But how sad it is to know
That the Angel can't be seen,
And we may never comfort it
Or find out why it cries.
But if the Angel could be seen
As it perches sad and weeping,
Then I would have to also cry.
For a creature such of love and light
To cry is such a hurtful shame.
How hard to see an angel cry!
And worse to know the reason why.
How hard to see an Angel's tear
Among and through the clear night's sky
