Poetry (soul, blood, Roman, disease)

[Druidus]

Post all of your poetic workings here, for the reading pleasure of RF users!

I'll start with a Diamante:

Mind
Thoughtful, Intangible
Imagining, Thinking, Leading
Knowledge, Intellect, Strength, Endurance
Running, Jumping, Following
Unconscious, Physical
Body

[Druidus]

Here's another of mine. It's a double ethere:

Hate

Blindly

It attacks

To kill the soul

And weaken the mind

It manifests itself

As some long gone demon’s rage

And spreads it’s disease to all it nears

Making those who are pure, tarnished souls

And letting those who are dark take the world.



But Hate is fickle, favouring no one

And worlds of dark are unstable; prone to fall

The world of darkness hits it’s peak

And begins it’s falling

Imploding inwardly

It shrinks in power

Clearing paths, for

Love to walk

And rise

Again

[Runt]

CRIMSON TEARS

Alone where countless fates were bound
upon the weary, war-trod ground
to fear enmeshed with last breath's hiss
and grief entwinned with Death's chill kiss,
a sword upon which deaths amassed
sheds crimson tears for those who've passed.

And 'neath this blade the blood does cool.
Aye, lives of men do flood and pool!
And all because of hate so vast
that not one single life could last.
Now who to blame, when none are left,
when all lie still, of life bereft?

I shattered that cruel bloody blade
'pon which so many deaths were made!
Twas that or cry... I screamed and raged!
For in my name a war was waged,
and on the field the price all shared
was to perish, while I despaired.

[Feathers in Hair]

Here's mine, written awhile back. I'm usually too scared to post poems, since poetry was usually my worst subject in English... Ah, well! I'm sure you guys'll be kind! (It's supposed to be circular, too.)

Phoenix

Ashes,
Crackle, Flicker, Flames
Fire arcs into great
Wings
Spreading across
Sky
Wheeling, Soaring with
Wind Under Feathers roaring
Phoenix.
Screeching,
Falling, Calling
No longer Flying
Dying,
Ashes.

[mrscardero]

Held

I held him in my arms
I felt the tears
fall upon my cheeks
The sounds around me
began to fade
as the perspectives
around me began
to turn black

All I could do is sit there
Thinking about the past
Thinking about the present
Thinking about the future

All I could do was sit there
Holding him in my arms
Understanding and knowing
right there and then.

I held him in my arms
as I start to sence
his heart beat fade
As I look at his gentle face
He takes his last breath

I held him in my arms
For the last time
Our son will always be
Our endless son

[martha]

Beloved, the poems you all have posted so far, are extremely beautiful and poingnant. Each one opens the soul and shows itself for what it truly is.
Absolutely astounding words. Touching to the soul. You each took me there, even unto tears. Thank you all very much for opening your souls to us.
Can't wait to read more, my dears.

Joyfully,
Martha

[Lightkeeper]

From plum blossoms
a spider climbs down its silk.
Our love too on a thread.

A butterfly floats
to the plum blossoms.
I miss your soft touch.