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Kal525
Junior Member

since 2005-12-20

Posts 26

0 posted 2005-12-31 03:32 AM

Link to poem on my website:
http://www.lepoeme.com/content/view/29/1/

It appears as though I only write in the early morning hours of the day. I'll have to work on this for the sake of my sanity. Since I was getting a little tired of sounding like Dr. Seuss, I decided to write a poem that focused more on content rather than rhyme. As a result, you won't find a single rhyme in this poem (I do not like green eggs and ham I do not like them Sam, I am... ok it's out of my system). To my surprise, writing a good poem that doesn't focus on rhyme proved to be very difficult. This is probably because the words of the poem are not chosen based on what rhymes, but are instead chosen based on what enters my mind (crap i'm doing it again!). Anyway... enjoy the poem!

The melancholic winds of life howl through my dreams,
Engulfing my soul in the early morning fog.
I search for a breath of hope or peace,
But my light grows dim in the heavy mist.

Dawn’s fire arrives to burn the tears from my face.
The scars it leaves behind are the only memory I have,
Of the promises it has broken.
Broken, one too many times.

In the eternity of my awakening, the battle ensues,
Tug of war between fog and fire,
My heart in the middle,
Encased in a burning haze.

I am nothing more than an observer
To my own torture, played like a game.
The winner of which receives but a lump of stone
In the place of my heart to carry triumphantly home.

As the heavy handed rasp of time strikes seven o’clock,
The reverberations dispel the fog and extinguish the fire.
And in their wake lies no mantle piece trophy,
No flesh turned stone.

In it’s stead, a glowing ember of light shines,
With new hopes and dreams,
Born from the ashes of those deceased.
The ashes of those too weak.

Dragon Mistress
Member

since 2002-08-26

Posts 289
Washington, USA.

1 posted 2005-12-31 05:26 AM

Thank you for this! It was a pleasure to read!

~*~I'm a dreamer, with broken dreams, and only words to fall back on~*~

ThisDiamond
Member Rara Avis

since 2002-02-22

Posts 9353
Michigan, USA

2 posted 2005-12-31 05:50 AM

Enjoyed the music you made.
Thoughtful verse...struck a chord.
TD

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