Teen Poetry #7 |
My Last Poem In The Teen Forum |
young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
hello all, this will be my last poem in the teen forum. I have decided to move to the upper ranks of the Open Forum #32. If any of you would like to continue reading my new stuff, it will all be in there. I will try to make an effort to visit the teen forum and help out new writers though.Heres my last poem. enjoy. (please comment on the poem itself) The Silence After You Leave These casual rocks have become dear friends As the 400 silent days confronted my eyes. Their smooth, life-weathered faces meet ocean’s end And I forget the obsene highway under the sky. Ah! The sky has tested these stones that never roll, Never blink, never lie, only speaking through the surf. Green moss counts the years in days, waiting for November cold, But for now they weep salt water that burns into the hurt. Deep within a right to understand hides a blush, A rush of bloood that links my thoughts to confusion. That vivid vision matches the fauna described as “lush” Only adds to the tourist guides, such a careful illusion. This quiet place was never mentioned among the “Places To See”, Only deemed unworthy by a board of superfluous men. Secret rainbows embrace my heart with blossoms of beauty And seashells echo back to me the joy of a storm-dance. Sing to me ocean voice and yet listen to my ramblings, Shame sopranos and humble the tenors of this doubtful world. Show them all what strength nature is still commanding, Scream it stunted voicing that melts with languages left unfurled. The unnoticed centuries have yet to change the perfect inflection And the original message boldly stays the same as always. “Goodnight to your worries and away with trouble’s deception” The songs flutter all across the wind in this secluded place. Point Perone, the title I gave this home, shuts its coves, Accepting the rising ocean crowd that praises the black ebb. The weight of their call blasphemies the coral gloves That covers the ocean’s endless hands from the barren depths. The antipathy of the undersea has become revealed to me, Darkness beyond the stars with harps and habitation, Distress and anticipation, love and participation left indiscreet. Nothing so vague as these unuttered words lives in my contemplation. The passion in loneliness overstates the reason I am here, No matter so long as the coherence of thought remains. My speech has, at all appropriate times, become humanly unclear As I lengthen pronunciation to avoid my listener’s disdain. What manner of acceptance has the aquatic body shown? More than discovered language could invent to express. This place truly supercedes initial whispers the wind had blown Upon the Maritime drafts that rarely breath a protest. The graceful gulls ride on the coat tails of lost melodies And whisper their final harmony amidst the colors of afternoon. “Circle, Oh messengers of heaven!” I cry out above the sea, And their musical discussion centers on the rising new moon. So as the night falls upon the blue sky, as is custom, I stroll back to my makeshift home next to a rocky cleft. The fire that was lit hours ago has faded into ember blossoms; Another night to empty the hourglass, 399 silent days left. |
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Greeneyes
since 2000-09-09
Posts 9903In Your Poetic Mind |
amazing!! and thrilled you will be posting in open!! you will be warm received there as well! ~~**~~ |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
Wow Alex!! Yes, can't wait to have you posting in Open!! Excellent write.
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Lovely write.... Good luck in the future... ~Alli~ |
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young_blood Senior Member
since 2003-09-19
Posts 1115Indianapolis, IN |
thank you all so much |
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sweet_cute_palestinian04 Member
since 2004-04-11
Posts 418Earth |
gr88 keep it upp |
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Fleur Member
since 2004-04-09
Posts 103 |
All of your poems are just excellent. I really enjoy your work... It's amazing to see how great people are at writing poems... |
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