Beneath the Feathers, into the Soul

Yes, yes. This is the thread where I shall be posting much of my poetry that occasionally wanders out of my thoughts and into visible form. Technically, I've already got a poetry thread made, but I'm making a new one, just because I want to. So, this is the real poetry collection of mine. I'll start out with one that's actually already been posted. It's an older one of mine. I think I wrote this one maybe...a year ago? Year and a half? Something like that. Anyways, here you go. Comments and constructive criticism are always appreciated. ^_^

Petals

I close my eyes
And I’m inside the dream,
The dream that is constant
Inside my head.
Through my consciousness
Falls a steady stream
Of pink-tinted petals
With a scent so serene.

Images of past and present
Flash within my mind;
My memories are all intact,
Not one is lost to me.
My present situations
Are just as visible,
But the blossoms colored pink
Prevent any perception of the future.

As they swirl about me
I feel so lost,
Nothing but petals
In front of my eyes;
I wish I could catch
Just one fleeting glimpse
Of what waits for me
Beyond this current time.

I wander through my dream,
Alone and confused,
When I find myself
Clutched tightly in someone’s arms,
And words of such love
Are whispered in my ear.
I know instantly it is him,
The One, my future husband.

I long to see his face,
To return his sweet embrace,
But the ever-present petals
Cloud my sight and his,
And before I can speak
We are pulled apart,
And the curtain of falling petals
Dances mockingly between us.

I awake with tears
Staining my pillow,
But a burning hope
Blazes within my soul;
And I close my eyes
To enter the dream,
The dream that is constant
Inside my head

Beautiful...is the only word that comes to mind. Rhyme-schemes are always a part of my poetry, or what little I've truthfully written, but the purest expressions of the heart need nothing to tie individual thoughts together. I'll make certain to keep an eye on this.... *adds subscription*

Thanks, Wielder. ^_^ Here's another one. Once again, this one was written awhile ago, sometime early last semester, I think. Oh, yeah. I mention religion in here, so if you have an aversion to that sort of thing, try not to leave me comments like, "Wow, you're a bit off with that thinking there" or things of that nature, okay? I'm just giving you fair warning.

The Quiet Observer

I see the world through a lens,
My lens that speaks of who I am.
No one else sees what I do;
I see past all that worldly glam.

My lens can show me the
Good in others’ hearts,
And I try to help them see the truth,
If only in slow and steady parts.

When people hurt, I hurt too.
Their pain speaks volumes of
Their lives, and I try to remind
Them of the strength from above.

When my advice is ignored,
I feel sorry for those involved.
I can’t do anything else to help;
My role in their lives has devolved.

They’ve shut me out and said
They need to do this thing on their own.
Well, that’s fine with me.
But I’m still sitting by the phone.

Don’t stay locked within yourself.
If you emerge from your cage
Of meticulous thought and doubt,
You’ll finally be able to see past the page,

That restricting page of rational thought
That’s kept you from experiencing life
To its fullest, most wonderful potential.
It’s only caused you unnecessary strife.

Do what you know is right;
Do what your heart and God tell you.
Other than that, I can’t tell you any more.
If you let Him, God will make your life anew.

I see the world through a lens,
My lens that speaks of who others are.
No one else sees what I do.
But know that I can see the scars.

And...another one. This is probably one of my more favorite ones. Yes, if you haven't noticed, my beliefs tend to fuse themselves into my poetry occasionally. Let it be known that, by posting this, I am not attempting to force my beliefs upon others. With that said, here you go.

Longings for the Divine

The sun went down on anger today,
Sliding through the blood-stained stars.
You fall through your void,
Searching for your security,
But you’ll never find it unless
You feel the pain of splinters
Inside your heart.
Cold and numb from the lies,
You paint your pictures,
Your paltry representations
Of your seemingly shattered life.
But there will come a time when
The glass will break between you
And what your heart truly longs for.

Embrace the rusted nails,
Welcome the piercing thorns,
Hear the screams of agony fall,
See the crimson trails,
And know it is meant for you.

The music plays and the dance begins,
That dangerous dance of conformation.
You slip into the conscious coma they have prepared
To ensure you never awake.
Rivers of moonlight stream through the window,
Pooling silver on the floor.
You are deaf to the cries of the wise,
And run to the cliff’s edge
With a knife in hand.
The ocean crashes far below,
And the wind lashes at your body.
Stretching, you take the step,
Plummeting below, but you’re saved by
The strong, scarred hands.

Embrace the rusted nails,
Welcome the piercing thorns,
Hear the screams of agony fall,
See the crimson trails,
And know that it should have been you.

You sail above the roiling tides,
Held securely in His arms.
The knife slips from your hand
And your fear along with it.

Embrace the rusted nails,
Welcome the piercing thorns,
Hear the screams of agony fall,
See the crimson trails,
And know He did it for you.

Here's another one that I've had written for a while.

Sunrise

Shattered hopes
Beneath the sky
The sunlight wanes,
Watching me die
Night crawls in,
The shadows sear
My wilting heart
And instigate tears
My hand reaches out
Weakly toward the light
But my last hopes crumble
And I'm left alone in the blight
A figure appears
Bringing promises of peace,
But he, too, turns away.
I wish this pain would cease.
As the crimson spills,
Staining the ground
I'm left alone to wonder
If I'll ever be found.
The fight within
For life is stilled,
I fade. I can't go on,
Even if I willed.
Shining robes of white,
A man is suddenly there
He touches my broken body
With such gentle, loving care
The scarred hands
Hold me close, tight,
My wounds are healed,
My soul takes flight,
And then...

Dawn.

Wow, these are very good poems. 'The Quiet Observer,' had a nice subdued tone to it, in my opinion.

They’ve shut me out and said
They need to do this thing on their own.
Well, that’s fine with me.

Those were the lines a most enjoyed.

'Sunrise' was a very sorrowful read, even with the optimistic ending. It has a lot of good imagery, like 'spilling crimson.' These are excellent poems, and you certainly know how to build atmosphere.

I know you hate because of that jackass Rob (its me MajorasMask666) but those are awesome poems...Sunrise was my favorite...

Thanks for the feedback. Like I said, it's always appreciated. Here's another one I wrote a while ago. This one's on a sadder note than my others.

Heartache

Crying alone.
The tears falling gently
Tracing streams of glistening
Wetness down my cheeks;
The pain consumes me
As I think of you.

The night wanes on
And I'm not feeling
Any better.
Memories of you haunt me;
I see your face
Even if I close my eyes.

My pillow,
My only companion
Through these agonizing
Hours of darkness.
I long to feel
Your embrace again.

I'm unable to cope
Without you.
But I have to realize
You're lost to me:
Forever.
I can't get you back.

The moon glides
Across the sky,
And the sun rises
In the east;
Once again dawn finds me
Crying alone.

I've read through your collection, LadyElvenarcher, and have thoroughly enjoyed every poem featured within. Among my favourites were 'Longing for the Divine' and 'Sunrise'. Both were very inspirational, and in the latter you display an excellent handle on the idea of rebirth, or restoration, of being lifted and healed by the scarred hands of Christ. It's very beautiful. ^^ I also enjoyed 'Heartache', the theme of which you aptly portrayed throughout. Wonderful work!

- Selah

Thank you so much, Selah. ^_^ I'm glad you like my poetry. I tend not to focus as much on poetry as I do prose, but occasionally, I get inspired to write a few lines.

I like them alot too! I think you have some real talent!

Your writing is absolutely beautiful, the structure, use of words, everything is just blended beautiful, looking forward to seeing more

Wow...this is...wonderful. Beautiful, even. You have a gift to touch even my heart strings. But you didn't hear that.

I think the words have been place together rather well....You have done a wonderful job. I love your work, LEA. ^_^

LadyElvenarcher, I've read through all of your poems and they are all velly, velly, velly good! "Sunrise" and "Petals" are particularly touching to me. "Sunrise" is so simple, yet so well formed and it conveys so much emotion. It's a real pleasure to read it again and again!

Awww....thanks, you guys! ^_^ I don't get around to writing poetry much. I usually have to be really inspired to write something, but whenever I do, I'll be sure to post it here. Thanks again! ^^

Okay, well, it's been awhile since I updated this thread, and I was randomly inspired to write another poem. This isn't really directed toward anyone in particular, but if you must have something fixed in your head as the "you" in the poem, think of him more as...an idea of my "perfect soulmate". Well, here you go. Hopefully, those of you who still check this thread will enjoy it.

Tangle of Roses

Watch as I fade from the fabric of time. Will you rescue me from mediocrity? I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to sing. If pain is beauty, I must be radiant. Stay here with me tonight until the dawn steals you away from me again. Why must you only inhabit my dreams?

Kiss me, and tell me again. Hold me, and whisper sweet love in my ear. Touch me, and make me feel real. But how can you do such when you’re just a wisp of a fragment of a dream? Oh, the paradox kills me. And I lay down in my tangle of roses, wishing for you to appear.

Distant stars shine down upon me, cold and uncaring. I inhale the scent of life, but it holds no promises for me. Without you, I’m only half of who I was meant to be. The memory of the taste of your lips haunts my entire world. The fire burns down, and the shadows creep in. But why do you refuse to coalesce into reality?

Kiss me, and tell me again. Hold me, and whisper sweet love in my ear. Touch me, and make me feel real. But how can you do such when you’re just a fleeting reminiscence of a vision? Oh, the paradox kills me. And I dance alone through the jagged thorns, hoping for healing from you.

When this world is ending and all hope is fading, when the sun and moon explode in their death throes, even then, I will wait for you, wrapped in the breeze in my bed of dying flowers. Save me before my spirit is extinguished and I slip into the realm of obscurity.

Kiss me, and tell me again. Hold me, and whisper sweet love in my ear. Touch me, and make me feel real. But how can I find you when I know not who to look for? Oh, the paradox kills me. And I weep in my sanctuary of blossoms, losing myself in despair.

All I ever wanted was vibrancy. All the world ever gave me was black, white, and gray. All I ever wanted was passion. All the world ever gave me was monotony.