|
|
Post by sonnetinkinston on Jun 24, 2004 14:39:38 GMT -5
A Lifetime's Dream
I dreamed of violet skies
A sunset tinged with gold
You'd hold me in your arms
And never ask the powers shy
I prayed to keep my memories
Of the deepness of your eyes
Shining with life's wonder
Like a cool, autumn breeze
I asked myself of loves meaning
Could it really be
That I was to find my heart
Not by loving, but by leaving
Can I face your gaze again?
Can I confront my words?
If I'm brave enough to speak the truth
Are all my hopes in vain?
|
|
Artemis
Veteran of the War
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life.
Posts: 266
|
Post by Artemis on Jun 24, 2004 14:44:35 GMT -5
Simply beautiful. If we're not careful someone might start calling us angsty teenagers... again ;D
|
|
|
|
Post by sonnetinkinston on Jun 24, 2004 14:47:54 GMT -5
Quit trying to knock me back a couple of years.  Sadly enough, they don't call me a teenager anymore.  |
|
Zarni
Veteran of the War
It's not what you do, it's the company you keep.
Posts: 148
|
Post by Zarni on Jun 24, 2004 17:05:40 GMT -5
are neither of you teenagers? were the poems written perhaps when you were teenagers? *zarni is a teenager, it shows  * |
|
Artemis
Veteran of the War
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life.
Posts: 266
|
Post by Artemis on Jun 24, 2004 17:10:54 GMT -5
LOL I'm still eighteen slowly creeping out of that teenager years
|
|
|
|
Post by VemuKhaham on Jun 24, 2004 17:28:03 GMT -5
I read all the work here, so this post applies to all the works of Sonnetinkinston, Artemis and Rayvynne, and I can only say I respect such a talent as all of you possess. This is truly admirable.
The reason I posted here on this work's thread, is that this particular one really appealed to me for some reason. Don't ask me why though; I haven't the skill you all seem to have...
Thanks for posting it, all of you.
|
|
Artemis
Veteran of the War
It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life.
Posts: 266
|
Post by Artemis on Jun 24, 2004 17:37:45 GMT -5
my friend it is not with skill that most of us seem to write with I believe as poets, or poetess, one must write what feels right. just sit down on your computer or with a pen and paper and just let the words flow from your soul onto the paper.
|
|
|
|
Post by sonnetinkinston on Jun 25, 2004 9:35:24 GMT -5
Exactly, Artemis. If you try to force yourself to write a poem (or a story, or whatever), it'll come out sounding hollow and fragile. If you realize and truly plan all you write, then you are not writing at all.
As I said, in my case, any strong emotion is a catalyst for one of my infamous streaks where I lock myself away in my room until my writing fits has passed.
And I thank you for your comments, Vemukhaham. And yes Zarni, this poem was written when I was 18, after a life-consuming crush on a man who had no interest in me. Prior to going to basic training, I professed my "love" through a letter. This is a product of my insecurities.
|
|
Sadly enough, they don't call me a teenager anymore. 
*