Oriana's Page of Poetry!
Sara Stewart
A animal of grace and speed
Her eyes lit of greenfire
Teeth sharp in a snarling pose
Back that arches ever higher.
Her muscles ripple under glossy fur
Her body ready to attack
No creature dares a breath
for the creature will be a snack.
Claws in velvety sheaths
Tail twitching with glee
The animal leaps in the air
The mouse cannot flee.
Hunger satisfied, body calm
The animal licks her lips
Now lunch is over,
Time to feed the mewling kits.
If
Enertia Whitney
If I kiss your hand
Would you pull away?
If my lips floated over your face
Would you be angry?
If my lips touched yours
would you respond?
If I looked at your eyes
would you flinch?
If I drowned in your eyes
would you save me?
If I gave you my heart
would you give me yours?
The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Christopher Marlowe
Come live with me, and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dales and fields,
And all the craggy mountains yields.
And we will sit upon the rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers,to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.
And I will make thee beds of roses,
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;
A gown made of the finest wool,
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;
A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.
The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning;
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.
I'm Sorry
Liz Lee
I'm sorry I didn't tell you
I meant to everyday
I'm sorry you hurt me
it is my fault I feel
I'm sorry I loved you
you were perfect eternally
I'm sorry you left me
you meant so much to me
I'm sorry
Sonnet 116
William Shakespeare
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alternation finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
To Celia
Ben Jonson
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise,
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honoring thee,
As giving it a hope, that there,
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon did'st it back to me;
Since when it grows and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
My Angel Pure
Liz Lee
In the shade of my tree
I sat alone unaware of thee
Then a light, a radience shined
A boy, a man to whom I was blind.
His eyes like a calm green blue sea
Handsomeness hidden from all but me
A kindness flowed from his soul
My heart to him like a romance with glow.
I tried to becken you to me
You do not come, you do not flee
My heart to you is my cure
To be with you my angel pure.
Seeing Red
Lacy Cox
Red ribbon blows infront of a street light,
makes dark shadows in the cold, black night,
children are asleep, in their beds they lay,
but sadly, I won't make it through until the coming day,
I had gotten up from the blood-red couch this evening,
knowing in my heart that very soon I would be leaving,
I've stood here for five hours in the cold,
telling myself it's over,
my soul's already sold.
My heart is heavy; the wounds are deep,
I've spent four nights without any sleep,
The police are going to nail me if they catch me way up here,
So I guess I'd better jump and never cry another tear,
Of pain and loss and hurt and hate,
Now I can take an easy fate,
I think, "Nothing will bother me anymore,"
When my hot scarlet blood begins to pour.
I can almost see it stain the snow,
on freezing ground far below,
In the distance, there is a pale blue shade,
It rises to a bright cascade.
My heart is slowed, my brain is numb,
My ivory shirt is wet from rain,
I did not notice in my pain,
My brown hair's plastered to my head
I look down to see a spot of red...
Blood from my own finger?
Love/Suicide
Liz Lee
Love is suicide
a jump into an ocean
the waves that force you to struggle
It pulls you in, drowns you
but you must jump in yourself.
Suicide is love
You throw yourself into a spike
he holds you there
see it flow again and again
Love is suicide
a dance that lasts forever
twirling, singing, feeling him next to you
your stomach turns, your legs collapse
but you cannot stop, cannot let him go.
Suicide is love
you love him enough to die
he causes you to be a murderer
see you blood fall from your hand
see you love's blood whither and crumble.
Love is suicide
you give you heart away
pray he holds you with love
if he leaves, you are empty
that is a truer death.
Suicide is love
you die for him, is he happy
is he faithful
Love is suicide
it is eternal
there is no turning back
death comes in loss, not acceptance
forever is not really too long.
Love is suicide
but
Suicide is love
truth or life
death or lies
which do you want?
The Tiger
William Blake
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forest of the night.
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art.
Could you twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Stars
Enertia Whitney
Oh, shining gems of the night
glitter softly, glitter bright
dance in your cloak of dark color
like nymphs and elves on fearie flower
each evening glow with no adorning
glow beautifully until the morning
mortal's progeny enjoy your slendor
with silver rays you spread so tender
your light guides the most lost of souls
until the morn, when the bell tolls
Oh, shining gems of the night
that glitter softly and glitter bright
protect us children of your tears
for we grow from your love and from your fears.
Misery
Caroline Sturtz
This won an award in a poetry contest
misery
that is my name
put it to my face
as I lower my eyes
to a world of pure disgrace
everywhere I go
and everything I do
my presence will bring nothing
but pain and misery to you
my emotions all are drained
my happiness is gone
and my life, it seems
has lived way too long
Misery.
that is my name
put it to my face
as I leave this world of
hate and puse disgrace
Malevolent
The child woke that day
Her body dirty and bare
She shivered in the room
Her parents would not care.
The child does her chores
as any good girl would
Why then does her mother hit her
no loving parents could.
The child flees to her room
Her body now black and blue
She hates her dirty, pointless life
But what can she do?
Her father does far worse
To him she is more than mother
She is young, innocent, and lowly
She is no daughter, she is a lover.
The child curls into her corner
Her body violated and bruised
This world is malevolent that
a young girl can be beaten and abused.
To---------
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory-----
Odors, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Am I a Man
Jono Beaurax
If I prefer peace over war
Am I a man
Yes
If I'm sensitive
Am I a man
Yes
If I cry
Am I a man
Yes
If I love and not hate
Am I a man
Yes
If I love you
Am I a man
Yes
If I give you up
Am I a man
No...
Him
Chain Letter
His eyes are like cystal blue streams,
His hair is a golden color only seen in my dreams,
His skin is as soft and smooth as silk,
And looks as creamy as fresh, cold milk.
When I look at him,
And hear his voice,
My heart beats faster,
It has no choice.
My stomach flutters endlessly,
I only wish,
That he could see,
How much his love,
Means to me.
The next two poems are in a set. Caroline wrote me one, and I replied with another poem.
Sara
Caroline
light blonde hair
dark green eyes
soft pale skin
on which her
eyebrows rise
her long thin digits
gracefully grip her pen
writing out a story
she softly smiles again
she laughs quietly
and composure on the shelf
she is dressed in blue and white
I am clothed in black
she is an angel
and a devil all in one
makes me want to hug her
and makes me wish to run
Caroline
Sara
blonde that is red
eyes of azure heavens
ruby lips that pout
like a faerie child
she comforts me
as a friend should
she guards me
as a protector would
with black nails
she scars me
with soft fingers
she heals me
I feel my heart break
Caroline watches me
I feel joy overflow
Caroline calms me
she is given a chance
that warms my heart
her face if soft
her hands are supportive
red that was blond
ocean lagoons in long lashes
a friend of friends
who guides and protects
By Starlight
Jono Beaurax and Sarah
By daylight, I see you
By starlight, I touch you
By moonlight, I feel you
I feel your hands around me
Holding me safe from the world
That has gone awry
I close my eyes to listen to your
Breath to make sure it is you and
Not a dream I'm feeling
I open my eyes and see you
But only for a moment then you vanish
My skin aches for your touch
My lips ache for your kiss
So I sleep so I can feel you once more
Seeing me by daylight,
Kissing me by starlight,
Holding me by moonlight.
UnExPlAiNeD
Jono Beaurax
It makes no sense
I can't explain anything
Because I can't find it in me!
I think back
Looking for what brought me here
But I only see images through a haze
I've done some pretty ghastly shit
And yet the clear motivation eludes me.
These acts,
there more like answers
to questions I don't even remember asking!
Dear Diary
Jono Beaurax
Dear Diary.
The passions that drive us should be ones that we respect and admire. To feel contempt for one's own motivations is a vulgar thing.
Too often, it seems, I've succumbed to less than admirable compulsions driven by this furiously reprehensible machine of mine.
So many things inside that I can do without...desires and urges and whatnot....
So Extraneous...
By the time I write in this book again, I hope to be as cold as the Moon that lights this page...
Bye For Now...
Jono Beaurax
I watch you, almost everyday
I want to talk to you...
But the words...
They take refuge in the back of my heart...
They climb to the windows of my soul and silently watch...
Invisible tears stream down my face and when out of your sight,
I imagine what could be, if we were together
Then I snap back into reality
In a second that lasted, it felt like forever
So is what happens everythime I see you...
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