In Sand & Stone

In here, I will post most of my poems. As of now, I'll just post the ones, I've made here.

And we begin...

Bittersweet Sanctuary

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Kiss me goodbye one last time

It goes without saying…

Were I lay smothered in blood that erases all lies

Should I say Goodbye?

When I feel like life has cheated me of every try

Whisper don’t make a sound

Let me tell you one more thing

My ears are not deaf…

I held you close and yet so far

I cannot be the one

Just try to understand exactly that

I’m so sorry.

Be glad that I’m out of your life

But I never hated you.

And still you always declined.

I can never amend.

You ignored me every time

But…

And now I’m stuck in fantasies.

I was…

In this bittersweet sanctuary

Comment: This, is somewhat mediocre, but its a poem I never posted on here so Its my newest poem and I think its not that bad. I'm not all that sure why I choose orange as the title's color, at the time it just seemed to fit, somehow.

Was it?

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How are you feeling today?
Is that box treating you well?

I was wondering if you remember.
Of, course you do, though today.
I came to remind you, again.


I brought these flowers, the ones you loved...


Now it seems so easy to tell you how I really feel.
Was it really that hard to understand how I felt?
Was it really that hard for you to listen to Me?


I wonder where your so called friends are now
Do they come visit you often?
No, do they, am I the only one here now

I waited so long for you...I guess I should have done something.

And when I finally tried, it was so late...

Was it that hard for you to hold my hand as I so many times tried to hold yours?
Was it really that hard to actually wait for my heart to reach you?

Was it really that hard for you to understand that I loved you?


I would have waited for you, even if it took years
I would have followed you
Was there in front of you
Why didn’t you stop and hold me


The last time...I saw you...I held back so much


I wanted to tell you
But you more than anyone knew
That my heart belonged to you.
And I was always there for you.

We just realized it...too late.


I just hope wherever you are
My tears reach your heart

Comment: This is the first poem I've ever done for KHV, and the first person who saw it was our very own Catch the Rain.


Pull it

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It will howl through the fire
like the cymbals of lyre.

The scorching earth spills its sorrow
it cries through its marrows.

Pull it now
the voices say

pull it now
so you won't regret

stop the trembling
and destroy.
Everything I've worked for
Just destroy.

Watch the scarlet
run through my face

Pull it now
just don't forget

It’s only a trigger
pull it now
without any remorse or regret
pull it now

Comment: This was somewhat a test poem, but I'm pretty contempt with how it came out.

Her

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Dusk comes at her embrace
so there will be no time to regret

Racing thoughts may tempt you
but don't give into her dilections

cold fingers touch you slowly
Every touch making you feel so lowly

Don't give into her soft kiss
beware the despair it brings

breaking away forth
from her sweet embrace

Dawn will break
without her touch
and today you live

to breathe again
another day.

Comment: "Her" was somewhat a poem I came up with, apparently it depicts a goddess, but its not attached to that, so I guess "Her" represents a different thing for each person.

Alture

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I will climb to the end
were I can finally find rest.

The end that breaches
everything in sight
within all its glory and might.

Away from conflicts and war
I’ll sleep this night
without darkness or blight.

I'll outstretch my arms to the sky.
And I’ll reach toward the light.

In this high and mighty place.
I will finally see everything again.

All the things that fall into place.
Among this grand scheme of life.

Let me reach higher
among the grasp of angels.

Don't let me fall
into the den of Devils.

Where I can only find
something horrendous.

Let me see light one last time.
Before I fall into a painful demise.

Comment: This poem was supposed to be cheerful, but Alture is ended up being somewhat sad. I guess it just came out that way.

 

I thought these were really good. I liked the Was It? one and Her the best even though they were all wonderful.

 

THE CHILD​

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Listen, learn
Hear and play
Walking in the streets
He wants to play

Look at the water
So clear and light
Touch and bounce
Let’s take a dive

Listen to the echoes
They sing your story’s past
Look inside the mirror
A world you will find.

Look once more
There it is
The hidden child.

Let him play once more
Through the streets of life
He knows the way
Better than anyone.

Waiting for you, he was
To let him play once more
Before your final time

Running through the streets
Playing loudly he goes
And
Unlike you, for now
He has to say goodbye.

Comment: Well, I think its pretty clear what this poem is about, its not really , happy and not really sad. I guess everyone can give it the interpretation they want, but my aim was to portray, how sometimes, when we grow older we forget our overactive imaginations and those long games of hide-and-seek and how we enjoyed and laughed without worry. Try playing those kids games once in a while. You'll see how fun they truly are.

 

The story of the mirror

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It occurs that one time a young lord once had a mirror.
The image reflected to him clear and bright.
He was amazed and contempt with this mirror.

Every day, every night. He held the image to his heart
Each time something different to arise
He was obsessed and in love with this mirror.

No one truly understood his reasons for loving the mirror
But no one saw through the clear sight
The truth was his love was on this mirror.

On the nights of pale moonlight she would come to play
And just like that by the morning’s dawn
Her reflection would return to the mirror.

Everyone thought him crazy, everyone thought him whack
“Thy young lord is lost something in his head†they would say
But they didn’t know how much he loved this mirror.

He would dance with her, until the shadows would grow
But what he did not know , what he did not see
The shadows that hid on the innocent glint of her eye

One night, when the color of the moon became vermillion
She danced with the young lord, the shadows seeping from her very soul
He could not see, he was entranced, a fallen victim to love’s game

He held her tight, morning was to arise, he could not bear to see her go anymore
She knew that now was the time to strike, and with the gentle look in her eyes
She was sure she had him hypnotized.

“My beloved, please don’t ever leave my side†he cried.
His heart could not sustain the pain of seeing her leave
For every time she came.

She had him in her hands, a witch to take his life
But something inside her had changed
She had fallen for this man.

“I’m a shadow, trickery for men’s souls to fall†She cursed
She could bear to see him sad
This predicament was breaking her heart.

“Of the world of light then I shall depart, to share the shadows with the light of my lifeâ€
He knew what must be done, and he felt it in his heart.
He would sacrifice his light to be with her at once.

She looked at him and with tears in her eye
She declared she was free,
For true love had granted her light.

And by the morning dawn, they were no more
No one knew what happened to the young lord
And yet, everyone still tells the story of the mirror.

Comment: Well...it's been a while and I wrote this...It speaks for itself. I've had writer's block so I don't know if this is any good...but I think it's an epic. Anyways comment. Please I need CnC.

 

Okay, here's the general expectancies of an Epic, for reference:

1. Long, as in book length
2. Descriptive(but try not to recreate Beowulf, PLEASE.)
3. Heroic(as is necessary in Epics, no?)
4. Vocabulary to show elegance and intelligence(of which you have a lot of both, given what I'm reading here)

That's an Epic in my eyes. If I'm wrong on any of those, then I guess I'm wrong. But, anyhow, like I normally say when I see something as good as these poems you've written, good job, very well written, and sometimes, I'll throw in the occasional "There's a few grammar/spelling problems", but I don't see that necessary here.

 

I see you're new here, so thank you. I wasn't really sure since I've never writen an epic. Just...could you please not quote it? It's somewhat long...so that's why I ask this...if you could please remove the quote?

Anyways, thank you for your imput, and *reps*

 

Forgotten Hymn: He quotes everything, it's just one of his many bad habits. I would know, I'm both his friend online and in reality. Heck, I bet he'll quote me as soon as he sees this post!

And by the way, Emmet, you're missing something: Normally, in Epics, the hero/heroine is typically shown as a strong-minded being, and not somebody pulled off the streets who suddenly becomes a hero, like many of our stories portray. Take Beowulf, for example: The guy busts in and starts bragging about his skills. Perseus was the son of a god, Achilles was almost immortal, Odyssius was told how to defeat the Trojans by a god, you see where I'm heading with this. It's just typical that heroes/heroins are portrayed as already powerful and well-known beings, not just any old street hoodlum.

Minor mistake, no biggie.

 

*gasps in amazement*.....Wow.....I really like your poems xD. THE CHILD is my favourite & Was it? was pretty awesome aswell :'D

 

By a Thread​

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You know how easy it is.
The breakage of the soul
It breaks just like a twig.

Between today’s and tomorrow’s
And all the day’s past
Leaving all the traces of sorrow

How hard it is to say goodbye
How hard to remember the past
Maybe too hard, perhaps

Friendships do last a lifetime
And maybe, even more
Memories fall away through time

The sad, the happy
The everlasting
The Eternal

Untying the bonds
The hopes, dreams nurtured
And making new pacts
They do not last a lifetime

A clamor
An ode to the days of past
For they are never coming back

Innocence
Traded for wisdom
Has amounted onto our senses

Taking the place
Of what so dear we held

Let’s build this thread once more
From beginning to end

Comment: This poem actually goes by the hand with "the child" and another poem I can't seem to find....which make...3 poems that are related. this one doesn't deal with understanding the mind of a child, but more about honoring memories.


Forever & Never

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Our hearts they are dying
Displacing the pumping emotions
Into a Frenzy of flurry

The promise of eternity broken
Vermillion running through the sun's kiss
Into the embrace of a night woven

The cold embrace of solitude
Hope that revels into the air
My ever foolish attitude

I hold onto scraps of that eternal
Into the morning's dawn embrace
Forever now just seems...
Infernal

Our hearts they are dying
Into the morning's dawn embrace,
Vermillion running through the sun's kiss
Only for us to know...
That love isn't eternal

Comment: This one...this one is a way to vent...I haven't been feeling too well...and this poem...it's message kinda blurted out of me...this one is new I did it today....

Moonlit Nightmare

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To be awake and see the moon
Under it's ebony gowns of lavish
Among its splendor and glamour

Under it's radiance and glow
To dance surreptitious
Among the darkness and it's flow

The zephyr our accomplice
The dance our tool of trade
The darkness our enchantress

Our shadows & nightmares
To break free from confinement
In this dance they shall be delighted

To be awake and see the moon
among the land of great carnage
To dance and shimmer among the darkness
'cause by the morning they'll be no chances.

Comment: this one is kinda a last minute...I'd figure it look un-organized if I did not post 3 poems...so I saw the moon...it seemed to be radiating this intense yellow color, and so...I'm currently in a dark room, and sometimes it feels like something might walk up to me, so...

 

All of the poems are amazing. My favorite is Forever & Never. But they are all emotional. Great Job!

 

Once again, your poems are amazing. I like the concept of your latest three. Moonlit Nightmare is a favourite of mine xD It's just so beautiful. And so are the other two. Forever & Never is a deeply passionate poem too :'D

 

Le' enfant' du letum innocent

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One single tear
It leaves this coil
unto his cold deep touch
as he watches the disrupt

The eternal dusk that renews
Every fear, every fright.
That any man could hold in his heart.

His contour waves slowly
through the sea, the nations
Every sin, every redemption

His hands taking without regret
As the clock falls still on the altars
Neverending corpses of their own actions

This wicked light that compels me so
upon the scarlet riding woman
My corrupting soul
The crown of stars, the mother of all
the refuge I held
Is no longer my own.

The seas, the nations held on the devil's lap
She beckcons me into her arms
One more life, a prisioner of the dark.

I fall to my knees
My head down on soil
As the breath leaves my lips
And soil, I become

The Desired One

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We found her on the verge
She walked among the realm of god's
Her power fuelling the soul of self-indulgence
The power of Convinience.

Her travelling words flowing
the wind taking them with vex
Poison to the simple man
Elixir to the eyes of tomorrow

She took, she gained
Her words to heart
Her words to lust
Her words to righteousness

She was used
As the apple was offered
She was it's seeds
The snake her dark shadow
Once she was
Now she is
And forever in the mind she will be

Look into her eyes
Find your poison
your truth
your demise to circumstance
Don't look at her
And forever be doomed
never inscribed in the halls of the world

Don't look at me with spiteful eyes
Once you see who she is
You shall foverer and never lose sight of who you truly are.

Comment: The infant of innocent death, was gonna be my poetry contest entry for july...I just didn't think it good enough. It depicts many things, stages, or a precise moment of light & corruption. The Desired One is special, I tried freestyle, think I sucked...gift to whoever figures who it's talking about.

 

Uh...I guess the Desired One is about Eve and the tempation?

I liked Le Enfant Du Innocent Letum. The personification was excellent- hell, you should have entered that in the contest without a doubt, it surpasses the majority of entries anyway :v

 

Thank you. I'm not a very sure person of myself. Anyways, rep for you, no it isn't that...but that's a very nice guess you did there. The poem actually is talking about Wisdom, it's presented as a double-edged sword and how it has contributed to both advancing and corrupting the world depending on who had it in their grasp. At the end it implies a contradiction; A torn path that is decided upon how Wisdom is used

 

You seem to getting better and better. These last two were pure gold, I especially liked the regret and sorrow in "L'enfant du letum innocent" (that's the correct form, just to help you out). I'll be checking back here!

 

Thank you...pure gold, eh? I like the sound of that. Anyways here is another poem that I wrote before those other two, it's not as good as them, but it was mainly to vent, and blow my feelings into a poem. I think it worked...better than I expected.

mY LoSt SaNiTy

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Look at me, tell me what you see
Dark pools of truth?
Or the crimson lust inside of me?

I'm afraid that yesterday's gone
And I plunge further with the clock
My play of white curtains
stained red with the sins of my soul

Don't leave me tonight
Facing demons alone
It's the last prayer that falls from my lips
Please don't let me go

I've torn my resolve
Halted the God's will
now my human courage
Is a ghost filled of deceit

Plunged as I may be
I yearn, even when my sins are writ
With blood and guilt
the last of my self-purity has wore thin

Don't leave me tonight
The silent seekers are scratching at my walls
Hold me tight to your heart
Hold me with the dreams of warmth

A Candle lit in the dark
Embrace that bathes in light
the battling resolve of my self
Maybe tomorrow, the angels won't pass my penitence...

 

I agree that this wasn't as good as your previous two, but this was still a decent poem where you alternated strong metaphors with literal, to-the-point phrases. I appreciate that the point of your poem is so clear here, partly because I'm currently in no condition to delve for deeper meanings myself. It was a good piece.

 

I have to be honest,I didn't read every single poem...But I really like what you did with them so far.They are nice,some longer than others;but a nice flow and a lot of thought put into them.

This quoted poem: I really like this one. Honestly, sometimes reading poems;It's hard for me to read them because, they are a bit boring and don't have a nice flow.
But with this one,and many others; They have a nice meaning and tone to them, which is good.

Nice job :3

 

Left in Yesterday

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I find you,
hands outstreched.
You wait, you wait.

I can't see,
No, not her.
She's gone, She's gone.

Nevermore...

Upon wisdom,
the raven lays perched.
Nevermore, Nevermore.

Over plutonian shore,
the voice of prophecy.
No more, no more.

A dance for tomorrow
the gown of velvet for you.
It all goes, it all goes.

I can't see
You're left in yesterday.
Evermore, Evermore

Final Falling

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That light...
A pathway for the heart
Where the air connects
it connects to the soul

You, me, tomorrow...
Promises, memories
Where the earth connects
it connects to our thoughts

The calm...
Hope, and destiny
Where water connects
it connects to our spirit

Building...
Eternity, finality
where the fire connects
it connects to our hearts

The final falling...
Goodbye, nevermore
Where the collective connects
it connects to...

Comment: Crazy poem time. This aren't really crazy or whack, they do have a meaning, but I'm not explaining it, because I want people's deductions. Hope you enjoy them.

 

It's time to post

Day of Fantasy

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Welcome to Illusion Street
Open the doors of deceit
Come to lie on the floor
But don't ponder on it too much

Welcome to the eternal ever last
Where dreams connect to a never land
Wake up through the morning dew
And watch the stars fall like drops of glue

Goodbye my beautiful, dear heart
Where existence corners the after life
Adios, my little morning star
Tomorrow we will play again, until dawn

Numb-Hate​

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I hate you so much,
and I wonder how the saying goes
When you feel you hate someone, so.

I'm afraid you've torn me a hole,
hollow, and void.
I can't even begin to count my woes.

Too lazy to feel anymore,
oh, I hate you so, but,
so lazy to hate someone, so.

And now I feel I hate you more,
for making me feel like this
oh, so numb.
So lazy, this wretched soul.

Add these thoughts to ponder
on my undying sloth,
For I hate you so.
When you've gone and left me so numb.