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| [Introduction] Poem string  Note from me:Hi and welcome to my Poem Campfire, It's great you could drop by and please add to it, I would really appreciate any addition!! I am a proud member of the Angel Army.Please drop into my item on them to see if you could become part of a group dedicated to helping others in the WDC community!!   Rules/guidelines:You may write whatever poem you like - any style, any theme. The only rules I have are that your poem must be E rated and they must contain the first and last word of the poem before, but these words may be anywhere in your poem!! Have fun, heres my starting poem... Shadowed as the night is black, Unearthed beyond the beaten track, A treasure of your mind denies, Pain, through which the demon cries. Thankyou for reading!! Hope you are going to add to this!!  |
| Behind the light a shadowed veil Uncovers darkness proclaimed in Hell. Set free this mind who cries out Kill, let go the will, let go the kill. |
what promise is given to assure us of living would last past this moment another to share what solitude lingers a reminder of blessings that a brighter tomorrow would wait for us there what heartbeat would stutter the kill of salvation and return the rhythm that lives evermore would rise in this moment secure in the promise eternal we follow the light to the shore what destiny waits us behind all our struggles reminder of treasure much more we deserve the arms of the Father the tears of the Mother would hold us in mercy these moments we serve |
What to Serve our sun has risen in majestic flight above a planet holding life’s cascade, across the heavens to the dreaming night, bringing cleansing rain and vital shade, for the world of creatures, birth and life. what good can come from escalating strife with bravery preserving ways to live for us, ending living work the sun’s begun – the toll, if to serve dark death to all God’s creatures – our soul. |
when comes the silent storm to wash away the tears of yesterday when comes the sun her silent truth to burn eternally today when comes the dream to touch the night and linger past the reach of dawn when comes the voice of evening wing to fill the twilight breath with song |
| {/center} After the rain, the garden reflects autumn’s hues; as in summer, the sparrow rests on a branch, refuting gravity, and sings to a clump of petals quivering with their last breath, for a fading blossom can inspire a song when light pours in amazing colors out of the rainbow like a last goodbye and imperfections float above this difficult world as art. |
| Early Morning Rise I love the early mornings Just before the dawn and After the rain; I love to hear the morning Bird, call and beckon me to Get up; I love the fresh smell of brewing Coffee on a campfire stove, and The smell of bacon sizzling; I love the mixing of smells and The lovely art of the woods on A lovely autumn day, I love the sound of children’s Laughing, as they head for The rivers edge, To wash and cool their bodies After a night of fitful sleeping For the day and night ahead, I love the wind that lifts my wings and sets my course beneath the sky an early morning rise. |
It is midnight in the moonlight in the rainstorm thunder, lightning the rain scatters from her twisted body the piano plays sadly and forlorn alone the sound of a drum beat rises in the distance the dance she dances is like ripples in a river twirling with her emerald costume a wolf howls outside her ring of light the thunder chants a thousand words in an ancient language of long ago bone under muscle working together effortlessly I watch amazed the lightning shines through her blind eyes |
| Early fog rests in the silent trees, Dampening sounds of slowly fading sleep, Eyes still dimmed with autumn morning dew, Remember your sweet breath and warm embrace. Coffee brewing sweeps the dream away, The astral space now fading waits for night, My arms are emptiness, my heart alone, I rue the glare of coming morning light. But then I read it: letter, poem or comment, A written message on the WDC, A fellow writer gives a moment of thought, About a poem or prose they share with me. The sun burns through in cyber bites of light, My soul goes soaring in a need to write. |
| A flower in bloom. Crows flying over a field. An early morning sunrise. Clouds in the sky. A written piece of literature. These everyday things are taken for granted. If you step back and look, these simple things can bring a smile to your face. Pause for a moment, let these little things inspire you. Open your eyes and look for hidden treasure. |
Darkness comes a new I left my sister behind, with nothing but a memory I didn’t intend to do this, but some how it happened A day without my sister turned into months without her The darkness in my heart leaves me lonely How can you feel this without your greatest treasure, the love of your family I miss my sister, I want to see her again, and it hurts so much Yet I know I won’t see her today or tomorrow What is the point to hoping in this dark world… Well I can still hope for a day where I will be able to embrace my sister again Elena I love you baby sister So take these words, and you will know how much I miss you |
| He stumbled through the grim darkness, Traumatized and breathless. Bloodhounds howled, following his scent. His lungs burned in torment. He heard men curse, vicious dogs growl, Then the screech of an owl. “You tremble among the near-dead, Sit here with me instead.” “Ohanzee, come here beside me, Tell me what your eyes see.” He scanned the landscape all around – Saw nothing; heard no sound. “Brother Skunk shaped a grisly hindrance, Squirting his foul fragrance. The dazed dogs tucked tails in the fray, Led the men far away.” The owl took flight into the night, Squawking in the moonlight. “That you saved me from violent men, I will tell my children.” ~revised for word count "Invalid Item"  |
Among the clouds and birds alike, He gazed upon this wondrous place, The place where children played among, The trees and plants of the wilderness. And here he placed his trust with them, People he had learned to love, With them he had a home he loved, With them he knew he would belong. |
a Summer haze lifts a tired wing catches her flight lifting her homeward against a blue day sweet embraces remembered shadows melt to sun |
| When the sun goes home to rest I shall light a candle with bluish lights to add color to your vacant place; then, in my terrace, I’ll go sit with the shadows to watch the moon burn up the sky with a quivering discharge, for --like me-- the moon also has learned not to fuss over reruns or an empty place. |
The rains of graying solitude intrude, When nightfall shadows nature’s disarray, My heart’s place turns to vacant loneliness, Regretting words that let you fade away. Then thoughts we live in striving for new life, Turn fallow as fair summer fades to gray, The skies turn purple with approaching rain, Soft warning of the dying on its way. A spot of blue as clouds begin to break, Brings soaring sunlight turning night to day, Collecting colors from the falling leaf, A rainbow’s giving us a light display. Bright beauties’ touch brings me a fresh relief, As colors and hues imbue a new motif. |
Thinking of days gone by The times we shared were so elegant Wondering if I could ever get pass losing you You were the sparkle in my eye Now all I have is a motif of what used to be I wish you were here in my arms I wake at night hoping to see you lying beside me Yet I realize that you’re not there You were my smile upon my face And no other woman can take your place I miss you so much I wish you hadn’t decided to head back that day If you had decided to stay with me Instead of worrying about your friend Then you would still be here with me But you decided to go after her That cost you your life to take that walk One walk that can’t ever be taken back No matter how many times I wish I could have saved you I couldn’t you were dead by the time I reached you I’m so sad inside trying to get over the pain of losing my love You were the other side to my soul Now you’re gone forever because you were killed by a drunk driver I wish it had never happened but it is true I love you always Your memory will always linger inside of my heart and soul The flames of love I have for you will never die Since I know we’ll see each other again one day |
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