Poems by Southern Belle

I think that your poems are very good bell. Kepp posting!

Thanks Hyrulian Hero! Here's two more I wrote tonight. Here's the first. Enjoy!

Soaring

Soaring free on the wind,
Over stray wisps of cloud.
Tumbling end over end,
Or flying straight and proud.

Twisting and turning,
Never do I tire.
Always yearning,
To fly ever higher.

Wind hitting me full in the face,
As I break the barrier of sound.
Ecstactically I race,
High above the ground.

I soar higher and higher,
Up towards heaven.
Never will I tire,
Never will I go down again.

-My family and I went to an airshow today, and that's what inspired the above ^ poem. The next one I got the idea for when I was thinking of explaining how I got the ideas for all of my different poems.

Definition of a Muse

Now what is a muse,
And how do you come by it?
What does it look like,
Can you go out and buy it?

Many disagree,
On what a muse is and is not.
Some think it's a person,
Others that it comes from thought.

A muse may be a cloud-strewn sky,
Or perhaps a gentle breeze.
Maybe it's the trees,
Or the ever-changing leaves.

A muse may be magical,
Words whispered in your ear;
Brought by some unearthly being,
That's neither there nor here.

Or perhaps it's all of these things,
How shall we ever know?
A muse is what you make it,
When creativity flows.

-Let me know what you think please. Thanks!

Three simple words to describe your poetry bell: Oh. My. God. Your poems are really good. I love both of your new ones. Soaring is my favourite of the two. It's just so...so...good. It's like one of those poems you'd see at the front of a book that's all inspirational like and stuff. Great stuff, bell! Keep it up! *cheers*

Awww. Thanks Sporky! He he he, I like that name, Sporky. I really appreciate your comments. I'm sooooo glad you guys all like my poems. I'm thinking of trying to get a book of my poetry published. It's really nice to know my poems are liked. Thanks again for your feedback and I'll post more poems really soon.

Sorry I haven't been in here for a little bit...now onto my reviews...

Floating: I really like this poem. It makes the reader feels as if he's truely ascending up to the heavens. My favorite line would have to be "I almost feel insignificant and small" because that's exactly how people feel when they look up in the night's sky. All the stars surrounding them, the worlds they can only imagine, but never get to know. And in your poem it just makes it seem like you see the world in a different light. Sure you are insignificant and small compared to the universe (I'm sorry southern bell you had to figure out the truth this way ) but stepping away from it all can really make a difference at how you see the world.

The Flower and the Oak: I really like this poem. It's pretty romantic, how two different things can find something in common: friendship (or you could see it as something more than just that). Everybody at one time or another feels like they are alone in the world, thinking that no one cares for them, and occasionally no one to care for. Of course my favorite line is "For they've found each other; Their search has come to an end." because everyone wants to have a "happily ever after" ending. The world is a vast and open place and it can feel lonely at times. Who knows where you are going to meet your "one true love" (if you believe in that)? They could be as close as in your neighborhood, or on the other side of the world.

Soaring: A pretty good piece. At first I thought it was about soaring through the skies as an eagle, but then your commentary ruined that vision for me (just kidding). I guess everyone that reads it will have his/her interpretation of what it means.

Definition of a Muse: Bravisimo southern girl! I really liked that poem. It's very flowing and at ease. I always thought the question "What is a muse" is a rhetorical one, because there isn't a set answer. You took the rhetorical question and changed it into a poem. Now there's one thing I didn't like about the poem. I've noticed that all of your poems rhymn (nothing wrong with that) however it's not the best idea to rhymn two words that are the same: "it" in your first stanza. It's all up to you if you want to change one of those two lines that contain the word "it" in your first stanza, but that's just my opinion.

Since Alchemist hasn't come in and shared with us one of his own pieces, I guess I'll take this time and show you one of my favorite poems I've writen. Now I won't do this kind of thing regularly...like I said before, I don't like to show my poems that much. Ok here it goes...

Seasons' Treasure

The white fog,
The black trees,
made me come to a stop.
As I glanced at the glass pond,
I saw two people.
One wasn't me.
Her icy blue eyes looked at me,
while Dawn's light shined on Her face.
Her eyes became the Sun and the Moon.
Dawn climbed the mountain and woke the town,
The banks were painted in gold from Her Autumn hair.
Her Spring dress gave Morning's chill a rest.
As I watched the Dawn with Her,
they filled my heart with the Summer's sun
I looked to the left.
No one was there but a wisp of fog at my side.
I continued,
searching. . .

My muse from this poem is a girl actually (I know, it's cliché), one that I really cared about (we were just friends) but she didn't know it.

-BGS

Originally Posted by BigGoronSword

At first I thought it was about soaring through the skies as an eagle, but then your commentary ruined that vision for me (just kidding).

That's the great thing about poetry and art! It can mean completely different things for different people. Everyone sees it in their own way and can enjoy it.
I really liked your poem BigGoron Sword. You're a great writer! Here's some more poems of mine I wrote the other day. This first one is in a bit of a different style than I normally do my poems but I wanted to play around with it. Enjoy!

The City

The green of the grass,
The blue of the skies.
The translucent glass,
The opaque high rise.

The fast-moving cars,
The slow-moving people.
The twinkling stars,
The beautiful steeple.

The grey concrete buildings,
The red-brick homes.
The cars' fancy welding,
The chimney stones.

The lawns so pretty,
The street curbs.
The busy city,
And the quiet suburbs.

-Here's my next one. I got the idea for this poem and the one before it ^ when I was riding in the car.

I See

I see a white rim of clouds,
Blocking the horizon on all sides.
They meet the bright yellow of the sun and the sky's pastel blue,
As they continue their upward rise.

I see the leafy green trees,
So majestic and tall;
With their outward flung branches,
And leaves so small.

I see a grey asphalt road,
Disappearing over the bend.
Driving down it,
It seems to never end.

I see a pale yellow sun,
Suspended low in the sky,
Flinging out bright yellow rays,
In glory; before it's light dies.

I see all of these things,
And more every day.
But it can still catch my breathe,
And, for a moment, make me stop and stay.

-BGS, you mentioned all my poems rhyme. Well, I wasn't going to post it cause I don't like it as much as most of my others, but here's a non-rhyming poem I wrote last week I think. Let me know what you think.

Walking Along the Beach

Walking Along the Beach
I feel the soft, coarse sand enveloping my toes with each step I take.
Sinking down into the sand,
And coming up again.

I hear the gulls calling as they drift lazily on the wind,
Soaring with widespread wings over the limitless blue of the ocean.
They call to one another,
Singing of the new day.

Taking shelter from the midday heat in the sea,
I taste the sour saltiness of the ocean.
The bitter taste lingers in my mouth,
And my lungs burn from the salty water.

A breeze blows at my back,
Attempting to tousle my limp, wet hair.
Chilling me to the bone,
And raising goosebumps all along my skin.

The tide rises,
Each new wave helping to wash away my footprints.
Washing them away as if I were never there.
And as my footprints dissappear, so do I.

wow all of these poems are great. i wish i could right poetry like this..o well i guess i have to find talents where people (southern bell and BGS) won't show me up so badly

Mr. Spork sums it up well: Oh. My. God. Each one of these poems is simply beautiful, I've read a lot of poetry lately (for English literature) and most of it doesn't compare to this... Keep it up, it's a beautiful thing!

Originally Posted by southern bell

I really liked your poem BigGoron Sword. You're a great writer!

Why thank you, I appreciate that. Now onto the judging.

The City: The title threw me off a little, because I was expecting everything was about a busy city. But it was only until the last stanza that I figured out what you were doing. At first (when I thought it was all about a city) I was thrown off because "The green of the grass", "The blue of the skies", and "The twinkling of the stars" aren't shown in a city (unless the city had a park....however when it comes to stars, I thought it was "impossible" to see them because of all the lights in the city. I guess I'm just being too technical). But it's the two lines in your last stanza "The busy city, And the quiet suburbs." that got me back on track from seeing that you were comparing the two in each alternative stanza.

I See: It's a beautiful poem by showing the sunrise ("bright yellow of the sun") and sunset ("pale yellow sun"). And not only that but the poem seems to ascend and decend as well. We start off with the Sun on top, then descending into the clouds, then the trees, then onto the road (possibly what your eyes were focusing on durring the car ride that "seemed to never end"?). And then at the end of the poem, it ascends once more to the horizon where the sun will sleep (making it a cycle). One little suggestion. If you want to continue on with this poem (or make another one like it), you can talk about the transition from the sun to the moon and then the fading of the moon when it reaches sunrise once again so we can have that full cyble effect.

Walking Along the Beach: What are you talking about that you didn't like this poem *sticks it up on imaginary refridgerator*, I liked it. What can make a poem seem real is using the five sences. "I feel the soft...I hear the gulls...I taste the sour...". You may think you are missing Smell and Sight, but they were in there. The sence of smell is in common with the sence of taste (FYI: when we taste something, 80% of it is actually our nose because it shares a canal...that's why when someone says "This tastes like shít" the person, hopefully, has never tasted shít but the odor is enough to tell the brain it's going to taste horrible). And in this poem, when you tasted the saltiness of the ocean, you were also smelling it aswell. And when it comes to sight, that is shown throughout the poem. We can see that you are walking along the shores of a beach, you don't need to tell us, you just showed us. All five sences made this poem come to life, that's what I mainly liked about it.

-BGS

Thanks for the great comments guys! I guess I was a little self consious about Walking Along the Beach because it's so different from what I normally do. Two funny little sidenotes about that poem, 1) I've never been to a beach in my life, that was just me really wanting to be there and almost being able to feel the sand under my feet. 2) I wanted to be able to describe the ocean's taste better than just "salty" so I went to my kitchen and tasted some salt to think of words to describe it. Here my next poem. You should love this one BGS. Please tell me what you think of it guys because I thrive on your comments. Enjoy!

Beautiful Rain

Dark clouds brood,
As they dominate the sky.
But fresh and cool the breeze blows in my face,
Accompanied by a bird's cheerful cry.
Though the sky is overcast,
And the clouds are dark;
Beauty still exists,
Beauty sung of by the wind and lark.

Darker still the clouds become,
As the rain starts to fall.
The heavy drops shatter like crystal shards,
And the beads roll away; fragile and small.
Though heavy the rain does fall,
And shows no sign of stopping;
Beauty the drops do bring,
Beautiful in their dropping.

Heavily falling,
The rain casts a veil.
We have but to look through it,
To see that peace and beauty still prevail.

To quote Lance Storm: THAT IS AWESOME.

Yeah, I think your poems are very beautiful and well-written I like all of them (And I'm saying thanks for the comments on my poetry too, so thankyou very much ), and I like how you can actually use stanzas etc I can, but it's just when I start writing, I don't stop, i just keep writing and writing until i get to 2 sides of lined A4, so I should try and work in a framework like a Haiku or something But anyway, this isn't about me, this is about you Yes, I love your poems Feelings come out well, and so does your descriptive writing (ever tried your hand at it? ) e.g. "Heavily falling, The rain casts a veil", "Beauty the drops do bring, Beautiful in their dropping". By the way, have you ever tried getting your poems published?

Thanks Jordan L! I haven't tried getting my poems published yet, but it's definately something I hope to do. I've been waiting till I have a bunch of poems so I can submit a whole book of poetry for publication. I should have enough by now. I have a new poem I wrote just last night. Tell me what you think of it please and enjoy!

When I Sleep

When I close my eyes,
And let sleep steal over me;
My mind is filled with beautiful visions,
Dreams of mountains and stars, fire and the sea.

When my eyelids start to droop,
And I can no longer stay awake;
I fly with the stars and planets,
Transfixed I watch earth twirl and the sun bake.

When I can't stifle my yawns,
And sink into my soft bed;
I hear the thud of drums,
And a flute's sweet melody fills my head.

When my head gets heavy,
And I finally succumb to sleep;
I enter a world like no other,
For into my thoughts dreams do creep.

Excellent... Fuhuhahahaha... It describes me perfctly at this time

You have some really good work. Im sort of a poet myself so i know when i see talent. Those are great. Keep up the good work and dont give it up And last dont let people tell you what to write about.

Again, excellent I like the imagery you conjure up, about falling asleep and sleep itself, it's very good ^_^
And it's good that you're going to try and get them published, good luck with it, they are good enough to be published believe me And like umilink said, don't let anyone change your style, it's your poetry, no-one elses Diversify all you want, experiment around with it, write other styles of poetry like sonnets and haikus, but don't let anyone change your style

I just read through all of the poems you have posted and I'm absolutely stunned. They are all so amazing. You're a great poet Southern Bell Keep it up!

Wow. Thanks guys! I really appreciate all your awesome comments. I don't have any new poems just yet, but here's a really REALLY old one of mine that I like a lot. It was actually one of my first real poems I ever wrote. I wrote it in second grade. Here it is. Enjoy!

In the Nighthouse

In the nighthouse,
In the lighthouse,
I find the pieces of my heart;
I find who I am looking for.

If this is who I'm looking for,
Am I who he is looking for?

Am I the love,
Is this right;
To be together,
In the shadows of night?

In the nighthouse,
In the lighthouse,
I find who I am looking for.

- This poem was inspired by my muse, not from life experiences. Like I said it's really old but I just found it so tell me what you think. Thanks!

What I think? That is a wonderful poem my dear Your poems are very very good and I am urging you to get them published, I know I'd publish them if I could, so just try OK? In The Nighthouse, I really like it, a nice love poem, and not in the normal sense, and I get the feeling of uncertainness, a feeling i know all too well (Do they actually like me? Or don't they?). All the same very good

Awww, thanks. I really appreciate the feedback. I don't have any new poems for you guys right now, but as soon as I do I'll post them. Thanks again!

Just caught up on your latest works, bell. I must say, you're poems were awesome to start with but now they're, what's the term I'm looking for, Super Mega Awesome. Like taking something and making it better, like putting a monkey in a cowboy suit.

I particularly liked 'Beautiful Rain'. It seems to me to be sort of a metaphor or analogy or something for life, even when things seem bad there's still beauty in everything. There's sort of a beauty in sadness because to feel sad you have to have felt happy about something and knowing that you felt so happy about something is kind of beautiful. I wonder is that made sense. I'm probably reading into it the wrong way, though, perhaps it's just about how the rain itself is something beautiful despite it being all dark and gloomy.

Anyway, great work, bell! Keep it up