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November 30th, 2005, 11:05 PM
Oks everyone this is our last month for this years competitions. After this one we will be running the poem of the year competition and then it's all hands on deck to get illistrations for your poems sorted to go into the poems of the year book.

So as always the rules are simple. Post your poem here only one per person and may the best poem win.

Good luck all :smoke:

December 1st, 2005, 12:37 AM
This is my first time trying something like this... Here goes... _inabox_

I wrote this poem in May of '96

What a wonderful word.
So many restrictions upon me...
With my freedom, I can walk on the world.

Look at the sky, you'll see me...
A faint little star next to a bitter moon...
Sheilded from the sunlight.
Look a little closer it's behind the skyblue.

My eyes look forward, my life is left behind.
If I could go back, I'd do it again like a VCR I'd rewind.

What can I say... what can I do...
Nothing in this world looks good enough to you.

Oh, what a bitter moon, yet this sun is so bright.
This moon won't let me feel it - it doesn't let me shine.
There is so much to look at yet nothing to see.
So much in life that I want to be.

What is left... But a lonely old star...
Longing to be able to shine once more.

December 1st, 2005, 01:00 PM
Written For Him

He is a silent voice in the crowd
He tries to stand tall, but he can't
Inside, he knows that no one notices
It gets to his head.
Every night, he goes home
With tears that only can cry inside himself
He goes into a space he can't escape
With an empty hand, grabs a razor blade.
This is his only escape now
The blades the only one that notices he exists
He tries to let out everything he feels
But there's no use now
Bleeding wrists
Tears fill his eyes from the cold
He's shaking
He's so weak that he can't help this breaking he feels inside
Slowly, his mind slips away
He can no longer feel the blade that he once used to help him
He wants to die
Why are these thoughts in his mind?
He once had pride
But he believes that
In the crowd
He is alone
And his mind knows
That's the way it will be from now on
In his mind;
Last thoughts rush through
But how long will he fear death?
The time is growing close now...

purple dragon
December 2nd, 2005, 11:20 AM
heres mine for this year, maybe i'll stand some sort of chance this time...

Love Hurts
Like a bed of roses
In which you lie.
The enchanted flowers
For which you die.

Like a waterfall,
Cascading down.
You hit the bottom,
And then you drown.

Lost in a forest
In briars youíre snared.
Left on the earth
Into which you bled.

They donít care
That you lie dying,
ĎCause into my arms
You will come crying.

Love Hurts, My Child.
The world is not fair.
Thatís why Iím here
Instead of out there.

December 2nd, 2005, 08:49 PM
I... hope you don't mind me joining in.

December 2nd, 2005, 09:04 PM
(c) 2005

I lie back on my bed
and listen to the music that is
so gentle and easily flows through my room

Breathing deeply and slowly
I begin to close my eyes
I then open then again
still hearing the music
In the distance I see a woman
with beautiful red hair
wearing a wreathlet of sorts
and white gown with flowing sleeves
and I wonder could that be me?

Birds chirping and flying about
She lifts her hand
and a butterfly gently lands
she smiles and it then flies off

There is the sound of water
a small waterfall off to the left
and before her a pond
that she seems to fondly look into
she seems happy
she seems content
surrounded by grass and trees
all that were a vibrant green
and I wonder
what this is all suppose to mean to me
as I fall asleep

December 3rd, 2005, 11:33 AM
For you, my Love

Glistening mercury sliding from the marble mountain
Titillating my inners, as glittering water flows from the
Golden nectar is drank, as a dark figure emerges from the mist
I could never fathom such elegance would exist
Lonely lust, a breech of trust, a hopeless quest.
I am blessed, to be so obsessed, under a lovely sort of arrest
Radiance so divine, I want it to be mine.
Now my love, like a crippling vine, has launched me into
A state of melancholy
Is it my folly?
To love such an unobtainable delight
I try with all my might, but I do not see the light
In a furnace I sit, seeing my body burn; bit by bit.
My nerves have been lit, my heart ablaze
I find myself in dire straights, forever trapped in a haze
Forever hypnotized, stuck in a daze
I am left coveting, for all my days
Sufferer of love is my epithet
For I strain and fret
For one so tantalizing
Itís gamut, I am just realizing
Her beauty makes all other women look plain
I dare not take her name in vain
Like a rainbow, singing sweetly
All senses are gratified, completely
A rainbow arising after a gentle shower
My love grows stronger with every hour
Still the rain drizzles overhead
It is not the rain I dread
Never seeing the rainbow would be my soulís eradication.
It would cause great lamentation
For my fixation on the rainbow
Like a flower, will only grow
Rationality is transgressed
Reason, it couldnít matter less
My logic has since passed away
Now my love shall never sway
The sun no longer sets me free
The frost of loneliness still glistens on the trees
Till tomorrow, and the frost is gone
When she arrives, my golden dawn
Until then, I am on my knees
I only wish to see the rainbow, in front of me
With heaven I plea
Let her be my rainbow, for all eternity

December 5th, 2005, 12:06 PM
(c) 2005

I lie back on my bed
and listen to the music that is
so gentle and easily flows through my room

Breathing deeply and slowly
I begin to close my eyes
I then open then again
still hearing the music
In the distance I see a woman
with beautiful red hair
wearing a wreathlet of sorts
and white gown with flowing sleeves
and I wonder could that be me?

Birds chirping and flying about
She lifts her hand
and a butterfly gently lands
she smiles and it then flies off

There is the sound of water
a small waterfall off to the left
and before her a pond
that she seems to fondly look into
she seems happy
she seems content
surrounded by grass and trees
all that were a vibrant green
and I wonder
what this is all suppose to mean to me
as I fall asleep

Amazing Poem!!!!

December 5th, 2005, 12:29 PM

The florescent lights blaze,
Upon a shopping isle maze.
The tinsel gleams,
Selling Christmas dreams.
From September on and down the line,
The shops all scream "its Christmas time".
In plastic rows the plastic food,
Wraps up my dreams in a plastic mood.
If I have to hear just one more time,
"Are you ready for Christmas time?"
I swear I'll drop kick down the isle,
The very next person who tells me to smile,
And the plastic Christmas melodies,
Increase my urge to brake out and be free,
And the chocolate Santa's sit on the shelf,
If they weren't all smashed I'd eat them myself,
And the locusts swarm down every isle,
Like they've never heard of single file,
And I just want to escape and be free,
To escape this hum drum drudgery.
The tanoy plays a jingly bell,
That signals the start of this shop assistants hell.

Shadow Dreamer
December 6th, 2005, 06:58 AM
Part 2 of the poem started in last month's competition....again, this is about a young love lost tragically well before her time and the the moments I went through trying to recover my sanity.


Shadows in the Dark

As I sit here, strange and wonderous thoughts search for escape
from their dismal dwelling within my mind.
Wonderous, what sort of wonderous things do I feel?
I feel the searing heat of the Sun,
shining brightly in the Night;
I taste the odours of summer thick in the air,
filtered through starlight and dusk;
I hear the Ravens singing their sweet songs to the memory of the Sun,
now no longer shining in this Midnight air;
I see the Crimson Moon rising in the East,
a reminder that man is a killer of his own race,
and the rest of the world.

Strange, the thoughts in my mind race,
changing colour and shape as if nothing more than the Chaos-stuff
from which Dreams are made.
A body forms, soft, sweet, and delicate, waiting to be held,
to haver Her sweat mingle with mine, in silent flashes of ectsay-


-slowly dissolving now.

Sleep...Darkness calls softly to me,
but yet I still disobey to sit and write while my mind goes numb.
Light lingers yet in my soul,
for Darkness and Mirthless laughter do not have hold of me yet.
Relaxation is flooding over me...it is too much for me to handle,
I must give over to Sleep and Darkness for a time;
my Quiet Mistress calls to me.

Dreams approach and run away, their hues and shades all mingled together-
as if all the colours of the world were new and unexplored dimensions,
for only me to enjoy.
The coloured light on my dreary bed reminds me of moments
spent in heated passion with Her
Her body softly heaving,
a storm raging in Her breast as she quickly pants for breath
in her deep, thick sighs.
Outside, the Storm heaves it's shuddering breaths,
expelling lightning with it's foggy sighs-
the very lightning that pick out the highlights in Her hair,
the gentle line of her cheek,
making her face appear as only a fleshless skull.

Death approaches, I can feel his whispering breath,
loud raspings in the churning of the Storm;
and I can see his empty eyes like glowing points of Hell,
shining for me and all that I love.
Again Darkness shifts and Reality takes another turn...

Why does the Sun rise now in the forbidden lands,
or have I lived to see morning,
and did Jill, like Hercules, wait with me by my door,
to persuade the dark spectre of Death from taking my soul?
There she lies, in the darkness of my room,
the Sun, now entering here
transforms the darkened form from a breathing lump of fleash
to a quietly sleeping body-
now dissolving from my dreams.
Will I ever find Peace inside this turmoil of my mind?

Strange and Wonderous thoughts no longer search for escape from my mind,
they've returned to their dismal dwelling to rest in peace
'till a time when they find themselves restless,
and have a need to set my brain on fire,
screaming like the harpies and sirens Ulysses faced.
Daylight calls to me, and my Dark Mistress quietly weeps for me,
again I leave the Night and all her world holds for me.
Behold the daylight and the rising Sun,
the children of the Moon and I no longer one.

December 6th, 2005, 08:59 AM
This is an old poem that I wrote awhile ago.

The Night Sky

The night sky evaporates into a
million holes of combustible light,
pin pointing cavities within the dark
atmosphere. Glamorous lovers
stroll down sweetheart’s lane,
bent on deceiving a world within.
The great feminine of the night,
with her gowns sparkling with stars,
wrap lovers into her midst, covering them
by shadows bright. I sense you
within the robes of her gown, hiding, watching
people go by.

Reaching out, I touch you.

Aching traces breathe
life onto your bronze skin,
drowning within a hungry
manifestation of love.
I stare into your chocolate eyes,
catching glimpses through
awkward stages of loneliness.
You face away, ashamed of what
I witness flicker in your eyes.
Hands tremble with effort,
eyes moving rapidly,
lips kissing softly.
Melding into one, I feel you within,
knowing your threatening presence
and sensing the inner turmoil inside.

With this, I interfuse with you.

We are one.
- Dianne Richardson © 2000

December 7th, 2005, 01:38 AM
'My Angel'

Her beautyís above a sunset.
Her mind is witty, and sharp.
She cries just to love again,
with tears that break my heart.

I wonder what would happen,
if she knew I loved her so.
If I could only kiss her lips,
then she would surely know.

My heart bleeds just to see her,
or to hear her awaiting voice.
I ache to wipe her tears away.
Within her wings I would rejoice

For I know that Iíd find heaven,
if embraced by her angelic guise.
I would mend her broken heart.
If it were I, that could heal her cries.

December 7th, 2005, 06:02 PM
time flies
time flies by a little faster each and every day
making it harder and harder for them to find their way
the life there is to live seams to go up in smoke
as we breath the air of tollerance on our hypocrocy we choke
nothing last forever in a world filled with pain
against the grain of sanity among the houses of the slain
time flies by a little faster each and every day
further on as it goes more and more lose their way
life is a dream from which we must wake
a nightmare to some, they can no longer take
time keeps flying by like a bird in the wind
and they choose to ignore what shall be their end

December 8th, 2005, 07:40 AM
Ruby Bay

Do you trail along my eves...
Like soft pads of fingers drumming,
Gently rowing the rhythm of my inner sea...
The depth of water's edge.... stretched skin, humming.

Tumble jagged stones round
And bask; serpentine beach, glistening.
Thunder in your fingers, thunder is your sound
Tines through strands of hair anointing and christening.

The pearls of the water deep
Rising and falling in the swell of (____)
And rests a kiss on the moon that sleeps
Dipped and cupped, shimmers on the calm, reflecting (_____).

Cresting, hourglass in repose.
The mountain hollows, the stone a grain
Establishes the Beauty that houses the rose...
Calm of the thunder mind; Levies and meters it's refrain.

~Rain Tree Wolf

December 9th, 2005, 02:20 PM
across the greatest of divides
I stumble for a reach
just a breath away sometimes it seems
wandering just outside the corners
of yours and mine
this game we play
the treading to and fro
here i am
and there you be
ur shirt says ur waiting for me
but you cant see the sign behind
says Not quite Yet
I pronounced Id wait
but was a lie
i didnt i cant i wont
first chance i get ill snatch
and hold close to my chest
professing love i can not even fathom
only wishing i was capable
of something so deep
and holding yet bitter still
better enjoy while it lasts
thats what they say
im only gemini born this way
got to keep both of me happy
working on you would become to easy
if you would only admitt
most of the time im full of shit:shhhh:

December 9th, 2005, 04:18 PM
Wrote this a month back or so


Walking down the graveyard path,
I look to either side,
See my past, my future.
Its layed out for me to see
With clear eyes.

Its misty, and no one is around
Passing through the trees, unseen.
This way and that, I wrestle with my past.

The future opens its arms, to embrace me,
And yet, I walk through it,
Unknowing, Uncaring.

The present, comes at me in an onslaught of emotions,
Of pain, anger, sadness, regret
It overcomes me, drowning out my anguish.

Wrestling with thoughts of the past, and present,
I look for a future. It bleakens, fades.
Nothingness, no future
The torrent comes, and sweeps me away.

December 10th, 2005, 05:33 PM
This is my latest completed musing. Hope you like it:)

Darkness falls upon my eyes.
Unconsciousness rolls in.
Takes over my mind, body and soul.

My spirit goes on a journey into the dark abyss that is nite.
I let it consume me; I am lost in its embrace.
I let the sweet thought of slumber embrace my mind.

Let it fill the air.
Let it wash away my sorrow; my pain.
Standing upon the depths of time,
my soul is ready to unwind.

Michelle Baldwin-2005

December 17th, 2005, 10:13 PM
it's been a while since i've been here at MW, i've been so buisy studying and working. It's good to be back. Here's one of my poems.

Wild Woman

A full moon rises, mantle in the sky
filaments of silver webbing rays,
which bathes my growing inner sight
emersed within the indigo night.
A trail through an ancient forest
leading deeper into the centre,
music plays, haunting tune
a melody, within Lifeís great loom.
For in our bones, we know Her
a kinship with the Wild Womanís heart,
creative fires of inspiration
Her great reflection shines.
For there engraved upon our hand
woven patterns, pathways to Her land

Through visions of natures beauty
sweet sounds of music resonate home,
exciting the beating heart
the drums, the cry, the call.
A Sacred longing, the Dreamtime
whispers words, poem, song or story,
precious gifts of the Watcher
Listener and the Leader.
Mother Wise Woman, Creator, Healer,
Spirit Walker, Dancer and the Teacher.

She is friend to those who are lost
where hearts and souls wander, search,
in torment, scarred or bleeding
She is the tear that falls in feeling.
Wolf Woman and White Buffalo
the timeless rivers beneath the deep,
Mist Being, She of the Forests
Bone and Weaving Spider Woman, yes!
Amaterasu, Ceridwen and Shakti
Oí Tara, Artemis, and Quan Yin,
Isis, Danu, and Kali
Aphrodite, Selene, Hecate and Brighid.
All Her names are One, the Feminine Soul,
Layered worlds, in the womb of Natures bowl.

Love, passion and peace lie therein
great wisdom unites, darkness and light,
abundance, fertility
freedom, joy and sensuality.
Oí the Wild Woman isnít crazed
nor stressed in madness or lost in doubt,
She isnít frail or depressed
scared or dry, bound down or chained.
Wild Woman isn't separated
instinct finds harmony, deep connection,
and She thunders after justice
in the turning wheels and cycles thrice.
Whispered secrets call magically
leaving footprints in the great mystery.

She is the Moon, the Earth and Tears
Waters, Oceans and the Rivers,
Mountains and the Valleys
the Crops, Herbs, Flowers and Trees.
She is the High Queen and Priestess
Maiden, Lover, Mother, and Wise Crone,
the whole collective psyche
of Sacred Woman's soul.
For the bounty of the Wild Woman
a keeper of ancient stories,
guides our path, as life unfolds
reaching deep, to touch within the Soul.
Signs and archetypal symbols abound,
Wild Woman's Spirit, a tender sound.

© S.Townsend.

December 18th, 2005, 09:41 AM
Amazing Poem!!!! Thanks Lady Zara.

December 21st, 2005, 05:37 PM
Finding Home

Sweet word
On my tongue,
I caress it
Like the taste
Of spring nectar
In the wind.
Its feathered finality
Outlined and refined
By its concrete uncertainty.
The scent of churned earth
Dampened by freshwater tears,
Lingers in my nostrilsó
And I imagine
I will always
Feel this choking feeling.
I should have listened,
I should have learned to swim,
For I fear I am drowning.
I fear I have sunken
Too deep
For your pious air.
Smoke is my shield, now,
Now that I have begun to prayó
Pray for the strength
To let go.
Enveloped in wintry pale,
My river has overflowed.
Yes, it would be easy enough.
The hollow night
Has told me so.
I pray you wonít be there,
I pray youíll continue
In this shadowy essence
That haunts my peripheral vision.
And when the year has faded,
I will be in your thoughtsó
Like the last leaf on the maple
You watch so closely
But donít notice it fall.

Child of Light
December 21st, 2005, 11:34 PM
I wanted to put my first poem into this spot. I am getting help with my writings. And I wanted to also say, thank you to all the members who have shown that they care about me! _wiz_

Storie of Light

The only thing i wanted was a freind what i got was a family and freedom from god my life was horrifying after living with an evil man he locked me away from the world i lived in a fantisie world when i was in the whorst of my time i made a wish and after 14 years of my life were taken away god gave his jugdement to the evil man and gave me a family and freedom it gave me freedom ,peace, harrmony and the most important thing i know ....Faith i am thankful for what god has given to me... What i think is the people that have been crying for so long are the ones that are going to be saved and they just dont know it yet... i wrote this story from my heart to tell every person that one day this might happen to any one pray for those that are crying out loud for a miracle and just hope they make it...

Seasons Blessings,
Child of Light :halohead:

Contra Mundum
December 24th, 2005, 01:05 PM
there are some great poems in this thread.

Zhr Morgana
December 24th, 2005, 05:00 PM
This night of destruction
This age of disappointment
Rages in me like flames on a fly
This bitter ending
Self degradation
Beating down until I
Break down and cry
To the empty winds
To the lonesome air
To the very fears I thought I'd escaped
It just isn't fair

Torn is my heart into pieces
Drawn backwards through time, I am
Dreaming the impossible everynight
Anguishing over someone long gone
I'm locked into a stalemate
With my own hand turning the key

I could kiss your cold lips
For leaving me dead on the floor
I should bless your decayed heart
For bringing me this new clarity
Don't you see?
It's very possible that
You may have just killed me
and still you walk away shamelessly

December 26th, 2005, 02:28 AM
Laughing, Crying
Living, Dying
Children Playing,
Parents saying,
Be careful little ones!

Skin as soft as cotton balls,
Dirty Diapers, and littledolls
Babies in their cozy beds,
Mommies saying,
Lay down, babe, rest your head.

First loves, highschool dances,
Addictive drugs, and second chances
Living life against the rules,
Parents saying:
I didn't raise a fool

Getting Married, having babies
Chasing pests, fear of rabies
Paying bills, credit card debt,
Telling your children,
Shh, do not fret.

Nursing Homes, death beds,
hearling loss and lots of meds,
Children saying,
We love you Mom and Dad.

Simple things slip through your hands
And in the end, a woman or man
Life is gone before you know it,
So have some fun and be sure to show it.
By laughing crying,
Living, and dying.
In the end,
You'll be happy you did.

December 27th, 2005, 10:00 AM
Love dancing on high
Memories I cannot hide
Life going by

Death beckons to us from afar
Up above,I see a shooting starr.
First I've seen in my life.

This life.
This weird,crazy life.
So much pain I've felt.

So much pain our souls touch
In this journey we call life.

Questioning myself;
I question my life.
My reason for knowing;
Hurts to the core.

Trying to hide;
I try to escape feeling;
For fear of the unknown

Or living what I know...

Copyright 12/23/05-Michelle Baldwin

December 28th, 2005, 01:18 PM
Wonderful to see so many people taking part with this. We are almost at the end of the month so if you want to submit a poem for this, the last poem competition of the year then hurry up and get your submisions in right away.

December 28th, 2005, 06:37 PM

December 28th, 2005, 06:43 PM
Silenced by the tintinnabulation of the bell
My breath twain painted lips does rhythmic expel
Sitting in beauty and dreaming in night
Arms out to the wind then bring them in tight
Staring out at the ever gray sky beyond me
Wishing for the doves to teach me to be free
Closed eyes to my wandering thoughts all inside
Wishing within the grand night I could hide
Cold wind was creeping and flowing through hands
ĎTil the breath of the Gods was replaced with a manís
Upon my slender, pale neck his kiss lit a blaze
Burning from within, a lust to amaze
Turning to darkness and right with a yell
Into his silver eyes I readily fell

December 28th, 2005, 09:04 PM
Here is mine.

Wide open space, between the trees and me, emptiness and me, confusion and decisions,
feelings hard to define, and I say to myself just alittle longer, coldness seeps, it's way in
I'am falling deeper into what I fear most, as I reach out, there is nothing there, as possible
there was something once, only to be gone, and I say to myself, just alittle longer the sun drops, the last inch of light falls, the squirrels more likely to be huddled up, but not me,
something I never possessed, and I say to myself just alittle longer, the sun has gone,
darkness spreads its wings over me, I see nothing so no one sees me, feeling of bitterness
only, and I say to myself just alittle longer, an owl peers down, with questions in her eyes
she doesn't have a hope in helping me, as she doesn't see my pain, spreads her wings passes
me by and I say to myself just alittle longer, the soft earth seems the only thing holding me up, even then I could slip. and wondering takes me to why and how I got here, Without
even knowing it, yet no one notices, as they didn't see before, so I say to myself just alittle
longer, shimmering in the darkness, I see two moons reflecting off a stream of thoughts,
Ongoing forever more, along a rocky road, Slowley giving in to finding a way out, I take
the plunge under the river, then the wind carries a whisper gently on a breeze
" Just A little Longer"

December 29th, 2005, 03:56 AM
Okay, here's one I wrote when I was a teenager (hence the dark mood of it:bigredgri ). Apologies, in advance, for my improper use of commas and periods in the poem. I never was any good at those sort of things. :)

Dark shaded memories of my shrouded past
Veil the thoughts of many things to come together at last.
Scattered pieces all around, never to return
Far away from yesterday, was lost then found to burn.

Go away fond dreams, it is not time yet to die.
Ignorance is bliss, and with a kiss, do not watch the tears I cry.
Shattered scenes dare tell of things that have no earthly idea.
Silent moment, crushing tears piercing from my eyelids.

A faceless smile that lasts awhile, then turns to dust.
An aged soul that has lived too long, tin can turns to rust.
Musing over a devilish wish, it is silly I hope
Wash away my jewel parade with thy poisoned soap.

World be alone, one from no place.
Oblivion scars etched in my face.
Passed the test to escape so throw away the key.
All that you see before you is a confused personality...

...Which is me.

December 30th, 2005, 01:40 AM
Ooho, I love it!!!! :D I hope to see from you next month. :smile:

December 30th, 2005, 10:59 PM
I'm hoping these are any kind of poems. Here's one of mine:

"Anger vs sorrow
a laugh and a tear
a locked jaw and a chocking sob
friendship isn't here
always needy
always there
I've trusted you too long
for me not to care
always behind you
sheding tears over your health
but you're playing games
while i'm by myself
Inside jokes
and telephone calls
you say it best
when you say nothing at all
you must not need me anymore
so you cast me aside
It's not like you're the first
I'm coming to expect that from guys."

A bit drama queenish perhaps, but I was satisfied after writing it. What do you think?

December 30th, 2005, 11:48 PM
I like it! And yes, we accept any kind of poem! Verry good, good luck! :)

January 2nd, 2006, 10:45 AM
Ok this thread is now closed I shall set up the poll for this last months poetry competition. Good luck to everyone who took part :D