Posted November 7, 200915 yr Any one have any poems they'd like to share? If so please share! FIRE I hear the crackling of fire For me it inspires The poem I have written Only to be unforgiven By the many cruel voices in life saying I'll never be excepted for who I am
November 13, 200915 yr This is poem for "Prayer for doughter" Once more the storm is howling, and half hid Under this cradle-hood and coverlid My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle But Gregory's wood and one bare hill Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind. Bred on the Atlantic, can be stayed; And for an hour I have walked and prayed Because of the great gloom that is in my mind. I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower, And-under the arches of the bridge, and scream In the elms above the flooded stream; Imagining in excited reverie That the future years had come, Dancing to a frenzied drum, Out of the murderous innocence of the sea. May she be granted beauty and yet not Beauty to make a stranger's eye distraught, Or hers before a looking-glass, for such, Being made beautiful overmuch, Consider beauty a sufficient end, Lose natural kindness and maybe The heart-revealing intimacy That chooses right, and never find a friend. Helen being chosen found life flat and dull And later had much trouble from a fool, While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray, Being fatherless could have her way Yet chose a bandy-legged smith for man. It's certain that fine women eat A crazy salad with their meat Whereby the Horn of plenty is undone. In courtesy I'd have her chiefly learned
November 17, 200915 yr Author God, rickysmith *sniffle* th-that was so beautiful! I'm glad you think nit all my poems are trash, I actually try, and I'm trying rally hard to improve
Any one have any poems they'd like to share? If so please share!
FIRE
I hear the crackling of fire
For me it inspires
The poem I have written
Only to be unforgiven
By the many cruel voices in life saying I'll never be excepted for who I am