Thread: My poetry

Dreamscape


Close your eyes for sleep beckons.
The gates of slumberland swing silently open
To reveal a mystical world with no boundries.
I was human when the mists bore me from the arms of fair Earth.
And carried me through these realms of endless possibilities.
Where every memory is ancient and new
And time has no meaning.

Anything can happen here.
Flaming pixies whirl and twirl,
Bright faeries with colorful wings swirl.
The little elf winked at me,
And how he grinned so impishly.
How I delight in these mischevious creatures.

I have become an angel this night.
Bearing wishes on pearly wings,
While dancing upon clusters of stars and cosmic nebulas,
And into some enchanted, celestial ritual
That turned me into a constellation-
An angel now a goddess.

Far beyond the solid earth and past a level or two of
mortal consciousness, through misty corridors and
labyrinths of intelligence, lies the wayworn path to
the world of enlightenment.

'Tis but the mischievous realms of fairies and cheerful
dragons who beckon the sleeping spirits into this place
of cloud and confusion. Then twinkling cherubim peek
down at them from the celestial heavens and whisper
visions of strange fantasy and dim meaning into the
slumbering head of could-be angels.

Ne'er hast there been a clear horizon in this starlit land
of the night. Forever a tangled, endless fog of enchantment,
made to be explored by those who tire of the busy,
restless limitations of reality. They visit frequently and
always return home, bringing with them unheard wonders
of thought.

Abbey

We hated each other,
on summer afternoons,
When she'd rather eat in the shade
of the cherry trees and blackberries
And I'd rather her just stand
and wait
Instead of chasing her across
the wide expansure of the field
where she once grazed.

We bonded, loved
on long rides and cattle drives,
Lunging up rocky terrain
As agile as the deer that
dashed behind every hill,
But as careful as a mule
down the steep path of the Grand Canyon.
She a good mare,
and I, a good rider,
We could have conquered mountains.

I don't ride these days,
She'll bear a foal someday soon,
and I've moved to where
the sound of hooves against dirt
is silent over the rush of the highway
before me.
I miss the scent of her,
on my fingers,
dirty from leather and sweat.
on my clothes,
stuck with hair from her impatient nudges.
Hurry up, get on, lets ride.
She seemed to say...

A little carefree I was,
when I said goodbye.
As she left, I told her I wouldn't miss
chasing her across the pasture anymore.
But I think I wouldn't mind
running those grasses again
for just one more ride with Abbey.

That is some damn good stuff.
I am glad you have decided to share those with the forum.
ALLdreamers should read "Dreamscape"
I enjoyed the third one the best, (untilted) - yet I understand it the least.
I read it four times. there is somthing there. Like figurung out a math problem and saying , Oh ya that was easy. There is a meaning to that poem that I can't qiute catch. But it is there.

Hello Howetzer,

That untitled poem is simply "Dreamscape 2." I wrote those dream poems back in highschool. Hehe, I'm somewhat pleased you couldn't get the meaning right away. I wrote that trying to be as obscure as possible, as dreams are very obscure.

-Jessi

The third one has an encoded writing style to it?? like a deeper meaning...i liked them alot

Third one is good.....im not sure if its similar but see my RANDOM thread and that is deeply encoded....only me could decode it....but yeh post more ey

Great stuff spicefiend! My favorite is also the 3rd one... I feel privilidged having read it on this forum and in turn knowing there is truth in your words.

yes it is one of the better poems here

I stood at the cliffs of my body,
Staring down at an abyss of love,
And Your Spirit hovered over me.
Tears spilled from my eyes as I
realized Your beauty,
And remembered Your face,
on the silent, sleeping composure
of Your people.
Then You pressed Yourself close,
And I fell in Your loving embrace,
Drunk with love for You.

Your heart pounded in mine,
With a rhythm so powerful and loving,
No drum could ever imitate it.
Then we were dancing.
Waltzing on the shores of my spirit,
Where the waves of time crashed at my feet,
And washed away mortality.

I'll never forget those emotions,
When I stood at those cliffs,
And You whispered the promices of
eternity in my ear.
And I raised my arms to You and shouted,
What Saint Teresa said so perfectly:
"My God- my God! How I love Thee!"

Sonnet - Shadows Casting

I see shadows cast their misery across your wretched face
Like fire cast light and shadows upon the floor.
You lost your love; fell from love's grace
And remain in loneliness forever more.
Tormented by this ancient and eternal sorrow
Which resembles naught but bitter rain.
Sad eyes that shower tears today and tomorrow
But just like the moon your sadness wanes.
As the days pass wearisome and slow, you'll learn
To embrace each morning with gradual growing cheer,
And forever your heart may ache and yearn;
Your eyes will be blurred by fewer tears
Of the loss of your love and love's granduer;
The days of your life are less dark and drear.

Man ur good