Leminnes' Poems

Hey, was I right about what inspired you to write that last poem? Umm...I've given you feedback for most of your poems already, so I'll say this. To any forum lurkers checking out this thread: Stop lurking and give Leminnes some feedback! Maybe if we do s/he'll start writing some more poems. To Leminnes: How was that?

I have to say, I'm not quite "inspired" as I am opiniated... Before I sit down to write anything I think "What do I think strongly about?" and I write about whatever I think about. For that one it was how, perfect is not always what it seems and evil is what it seemes but the inbetween in the "best" of the three...

Silhouette
By: Leminnes

When the soul inside
fails to heal,
does the shell outside
shrivel in fear
and melt on itself
as the silhouette appears.

Flying from the open shell
the essence is free
but must it be
out in the open
where it can be seen.

As the silhouette's body
dissolves in the ground
a new host must be found.
Until then the silhouette is sentenced
to not feel, see, or taste anything.

He looks at himself and others
look at him. Fear is all they sense
as it passes through them.
Fear is the silhouette in
every thing you see.

Oh very nice Leminnes. An awesome poem. It's very deep. The first stanza is my favorite. I dunno, it just seems to sound and flow perfectly to me. Great job. Can't wait to see more of your stuff!

Look At Yourself
By: Leminnes

In the next meal
How do you feel when nothing is going right.
Your house is burning and your head is turning
To the music of the night.

How does it feel
When you are looking around and there’s nothing to be found
But the look on your face and the light on the case.
There is nothing but you to fear.

Look at yourself
And feel
That you are not here
And you have nothing to fear
Like a shelf in the rain
Like a spiraling plane.

People will never see
How much you witness in this house of yours.
They all will say, “There is nothing you can weigh.”
But you turn and ignore.

Don’t look at yourself
Don’t look at yourself or you will shrivel.
“Look for the reason to see,” they will say
but to you that is all drivel.

Look at yourself
And feel
That you are not here
And you have nothing to fear
Like a shelf in the rain
Like a spiraling plane.

Like a spiraling plane
That is bound to hell where you belong.
Where nothing can be found but yourself.
Yourself cannot be found.

Ooh, very deep poem. I love your metaphors and all that turning, spiraling imagery. The paradoxes are very well written!

Hope to see more of them!

Among the Whicker Trees
By: Leminnes

The day is moving
As I sit there removing
The light of the hill.

And the pain she has felt
Is not was it seemed.
It’s nothing I should’ve dealt with.

That face of fear
That look of terror
Is nothing I ever want to see again.

I should rewind time
To when it started to feel.
The bell would chime.

Chime for you and me
For I am scarred
As I look upon the beautiful sea.

That face of fear
That look of terror
Is nothing I ever want to see again.

For seeing is nothing
And nothing is feeling
That you have no where else to leave.

Just feel through the brush
As I look through the trees
And we will soon find ourselves.

Among the whicker trees.

I liked the one about the teacher I think everyone can realate to it at some time or another good job

Man it's been a while... a long while. Anyway, here is another one I pretty much just wrote.

"Through the Night"
By: Leminnes

Lies through our teeth,
and so we see nothing before the eyes
of the one chosen for the heath.

Uncultivated land in our unseen minds
that have been seeded with mendacity and deceit.
He has been chosen to feed them blind.

Nodding in the dust through out the air
feelings of a great premonition of fear.
The fear the great and mighty frontier.

Shifting in the dim sunlight
through the particles in the atmosphere
as a kite makes its flight through the night.

Soaring through the inkling uprising
as the man below see him fly.
Down it comes in a mighty sizing.

As lies and fear fly through the black hole.
The fire comes through the teeth
and the water comes through the soul.

This was for a contest in Nayru but I'll post it here for the public to see:

Link's Endurance
By Leminnes

A great burden has been put on me.
What ever will be will be
as I set sail on the sea.

The thoughts of her
fly through my head like a blur
leaving nothing but a berr
of what is to be.

The trials that are to come
that will succumb
to my strong will to be free.

Free from the struggles of my life
the life I did not ask for
but I was put into.

To save us all
to save me
to save her.

It is the courage
of my soul
that will put me through
what ever will come.

That's a great poem Leminnes! ^_^ I don't have a clue what berr means, so I'll have to look that up, but other than that, excellent! ^_^ It flowed really well. A wonderful poem. ^_^

MArilyn Manson would give you two thumbs up...but half of one was chopped off by the straight fowardness of your song. It's really good, but it needs just a tad more substance.

I Suppose
By Leminnes

Petty, Petty, Petty among yourself
Just leave me be
And cheap little jokes will fly.

I never said a thing nor meant it
But there are things better left unsaid
I suppose.

Petty, Petty, Petty, just don’t inconvenience oneself
For me or for us
Just give it a try.

I really never meant it, but I really did say it
Still it is better left in my mind
I suppose.

Petty, Petty, Petty, in your eyes
Jetty, jetty, jetty, out over the water
Just look at what you can see out in the sky.

Asking never works
And actions are never better then words
I suppose.

I guess I should never try
Because trying never flies in your mind
I suppose.

I suppose petty is what you said.

New one. It's been a very long time. This one is based of a piece of artwork I made. To see it just click the poem title.

Perplexity
~By Leminnes

Ingenious harmony through the mind
Of the Melodic Minstrel’s wife.
Simple songs intertwined
About anger and strife
While glee and delight
Eject from her husband’s lips.

Perplexity through their hearts;
Composure in their brains;
Calamity in their souls.

The Melodic Minstrel stood in the window
Looking for his wife through the golden haze
Just as she disappeared into the shadow
And her soul went running through the maize.
She ran as he searched
And she searched as her love ran.

Perplexity through their hearts;
Composure in their brains;
Calamity in their souls;
Love on her lips.

Silent whispers through the fog
Pierce the wife’s ears.
The sound of a raucous frog
Breaks the silence as he appears.
They waltz to the symphony of the night
They waltz to their simple passion.

Perplexity through their hearts;
Composure in their brains;
Calamity in their souls;
Love on her lips.
Silence in the night.

The sun collapses on the horizon
Blasting the Earth with light.
The couple wake after a night of passion
The Melodic Minstrel opens his eyes to a new day
As his wife, hundreds miles away,
Finds new love under a banyan tree.

The fresh lovers
Call their souls in to dance
Simplicity through their hearts;
Tranquillity in their brains;
Passion in their souls;
Love on her lips.
Illumination in the day.

Originally Posted by Leminnes

I Suppose
By Leminnes

Not bad. I couldn't catch the exact flow of how it's to be said aloud, but it was well written I think.

My interpretatious mind leaves me to believe this poem is about something that was said (something in particular) to another about "something". The word petty was used in particular, and it was found offensive I could only guess. Because of the offense that was taken, you've decided to think about what was said and try to come to a conclusion on the statement made and the words chosen. What that conclusion is, if it's even really there, I do not know for sure.

What say you?

Originally Posted by Mess

Not bad. I couldn't catch the exact flow of how it's to be said aloud, but it was well written I think.

My interpretatious mind leaves me to believe this poem is about something that was said (something in particular) to another about "something". The word petty was used in particular, and it was found offensive I could only guess. Because of the offense that was taken, you've decided to think about what was said and try to come to a conclusion on the statement made and the words chosen. What that conclusion is, if it's even really there, I do not know for sure.

What say you?

Pretty much. To be honest, this poem is actually about a conversation a long time ago about Scott. He probably knows what I am talking about but he was driving me a little crazy and I wrote a poem. It's what I do! ^_^

I'm posting three new poems. There not new, really, just revised. Tell me what you think:

Darken They Might

From bright eyes
Modesty radiates
As others stare
anticipating greatness.

Dismal, dark, her path
Spreads ahead,
Illuminating glimmers
Of golden-blue
Down the road
That has been transformed
As much as she.
A day so blessed has
opened the way for her.

The clouds in the glorious azure,
Eclipsing her life,
Might darken hope,
But as wafting wind careens,
Day peers down
With a smiling soul.

For when the murky firmament
Enshrouds her placid heart,
the brightness desires
Nothing more
than to alleviate her pain.

Dimensions

A distant world
functioning by the same hours,
Awash in perfection, a utopia.

No more commotion
beneath a bright-ruby-sky:

Envision a hollowness of mind.
Visualize a sickness of perfection.

No ardor. No disgust.

Another dimension:
Where war subsists.
Corruption, hatred, desecration
All fester beneath onesapphire-sky.

Depression consumes this terrene terrain,

Men harming common brothers.

Filthy. Appalling.

Yet, in the center
a core survives,
Where Corruption and Perfection live as one.

This world, a synthesis
Of the two parallel dimensions,.
Where true flawlessness survives:.
Perfection subsisting with both evil and morality.

Silhouette

When the soul inside
fails to heal
does the shell outside
shrivel in fear
and melt on itself
as the silhouette appears.

The doppelganger flies
from the open shell.
The essence is free.

As the body diffuses in the ground
a new host must be consumed.
Until then, the silhouette suffers
to not perceive.

All he can see is himself
in his suffering.
While others can sense his fear
as the silhouette passes through them.
For fear is the suffering silhouette in
everything we see.