Poetry

[Sivart Reborn 7]

All I can write is tragic romance, peh.

 

Something newer but is a few weeks old by now.

 

 

Ice is cold,

Her love is colder,

 

Her eyes are deep,

Such is my need to see her,

 

The games I play with myself,

Trying and reaching only the further,

 

I cannot do it,

I cannot sever,

 

The link unwittingly made,

The love I didn't discover,

 

No, I was wrong,

I am no master,

 

It found me,

Hiding only deeper,

 

Hiding from what I knew was the truth,

And such is the nature,

 

Such is the nature of the heart.

 

Also about a month old...

 

He is wrapped in his own shadows,

Forgetting what he might grasp,

Haunted by only what happened,

Suffering only the past.

 

He loved her only too late,

He didn't realize what he could've,

He let his grip slip and now there is no new slate,

Only what was and what will be.

 

Perhaps he is wrong,

I may have misconceived,

But most likely it is set to song,

And no more will it be received.

[Kaitlin 22]

New poems!

 

*pets* Awe, Siv, these are so sad!

[Sivart Reborn 7]

*is petted* Yay!

Hmm... they are aren't they. *tries to think of happy poem*

[Ekho 52]

ooh me likes your poems Siv:)

 

have a cookie:getcookie:

[Tosh 8]

A brave little flame

Alone in the dark

Shining brightly

Alone in the dark

Shivering in the wind

Alone in the dark

Beaming brightly

Alone in the dark

One last breath

Alone in the dark

Only smoke remains

One with the dark.

[jan 14]

Oh lookee... another poet! A cookie for you too

[Kaitlin 22]

Yay! I'm glad we have another poet too!

[Kaitlin 22]

*cheers for sad poem!* I liked it anyway!

 

Between the vase and the

 

 

 

Wood

 

 

 

Exists a world of nothing

 

[Kaitlin 22]

How did my reply get up there? *giggles* I replied to the Sad Siv Poem!

[Olivia 26]

*claps for the poets*

[Sivart Reborn 7]

My poem appears on the review... but I don't see it on the actual forum...

[Sivart Reborn 7]

Huh... now the poem is under my new post...

[Sivart Reborn 7]

I failed you all!

I cannot write happy poetry!

So I'll write a sad poem to that!

 

Oh the inadaquacy,

That tortured agony,

My pen ever falters,

The verse never sings,

 

Of happiness I make not,

I hereby make this tomb of mouring,

And mayhap that one raises that sword,

And frees the poet from an early grave,

 

But no glory is found in this,

And lastly we have come to miss,

The pleasures of a smile or laugh,

So we all come to the lesser of things,

 

And if one can release this,

Then maybe we will go,

But more than likely,

We'll stay here, in our dark.

[Ishmael Moridin 0]

I kinda did'nt get the last two paragraphs ?

[Sivart Reborn 7]

Basically says even if someone showed me a way to write a happy poem I'd probably fall into writting not so happy poems anyway.