A few of mine...

[Kate]

Just a few of my (more recent) poems that I can actually find Most of them were written in about two seconds flat and are hardly my best, but oh well! I'll probably keep adding this little page anyway.
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Dreams
O, the dreams, such dreams I've had!
That drifted o'er nights star-clad
To me; My soul sung melodies,
And danced the dance of reveries,
And painted me the dainty flowers,
Of pleasure, pain and endless hours,
In worlds as dour as they are fair,
No earthly travels could ever compare.

Love
Give me a rose
From sincerity born,
Rd like the bleeding sky,
And i'll give you a candle
From the warmth of my heart
And the fire within my eye.

Give me a letter
Your portrait in prose
Pure as the light of dawn,
And i'll give you the puzzle
Of my mind and my soul
In such colours as love adorns.

Preparation
Hear me now beauty,
Hear me now beast,
For it's on your minds,
They have come to feast.

But fear you no evil,
And fear you no sin,
Just beware the horizon,
And the storm that it brings.

So pull up your covers,
And cancel your train,
And prepare yourself,
For that long, long rain.

The Willow (short)
Whisper me your secrets,
Before the rosy bloom of dawn,
Lest the weeping willow sings
A song of love forlorn.

Sunset
Eyes of fire,
Warm breath,
(This is end of one more chapter.)
The woeful crier,
White soul laid bare,
I see in your eyes,
My eyes of fire.

Don't Be Afraid
Dont be afraid,
Dont be afraid,
The world will surrender.
At your feet they'll crawl,
With your tears you fall.
Don't be afraid
To remember.


(c)

[snowkitty]

I like the first one especially. xP You are a good poet.

[Kate]

Thankyou! Yes, that one's my favourite too ^^

[Bethany]

You have a beautiful, elegant way of rhyming that it hard to find very often anymore. I like these very much. I, myself, am not the best when it comes to rhymes in my poems.

I'll have to agree with you and snow by favoring the first one. ;D

[Jesse]

I liked them, but I'm not a good judge of poetry as I can't stand writing it myself. Still, they're some of the few poems that catch my interest

[Kate]

Thankyou all so much for the kind words, they really mean a lot

[Kate]

More drivel:

Unrequited


The chosen one
My chosen one
You're my everything (don't you know?)
Don't you?
No.

...Just give me a moment
And I'll give you all I am...

My world is slowly crumbling
and you're the hope that keeps me standing
So open your eyes

(Before I
Fall
Down.)

Open your eyes
And see the world in my colours
-which are your colours
Because you're all I am, really.

Look into my eyes and you'll see your eyes
(That's all I see these days, don't you know?)
How couldn't you? Well of course
My eyes aren't worth your eyes, I know.

I know.

I need you so much more
Than you could ever need me;
I wish I could let you go

Oh why can't I let you go?

[Bethany]

T_T

Beautiful.
Perfect.

I know how you feel.

[creamwolfgurl]

Yeah, they're really good. I like the first two best, Love is something I like, blame my romantic heart.
awfy pretty though

[Kate]

Thanks you two, I really appreciate it -cuddles Bethany-
Here's another self-indulgent poem, while we're on the subject. Although this one is slighter more broader in its message (I hope).

Untitled (hah)


You feel, you are,
You seek, you find,
The contours of a troubled mind.

Where petals pave the bloodstained roads,
That linger, like spells, beneath the hoods
Of strangers, with dark and callous souls,
And vibrant laughs and smiles that stole
The wind from the boughs of every tree,
And scattered black and dying leaves
Beneath the feet of the young and fair,
Curling shadows within their hair;
And sit, like whispers, in every ear,
Riddled twice over with doubt and fear,
That crumples worlds with fingers cold,
And bends the backs of the grey and old.

Where the brightest light does nought but smother,
The newest flames, that yet uncover,
Different rooms behind every door,
That lead on and on and forever more
To eyes, the guise of omniscient falsehood,
That hunt the truth, and so with it should
So backwardly and twisted share,
The deep red wounds in the very air,
That tongues stained with the bitter tears,
Of wickedness and countless years,
Have slashed with scythes of their own desire;
Making every heart a worldly pariah.

[creamwolfgurl]

aww, that's cool. I said aww cos what I actually said was a mix of aww and oooh and oh but aww seemed to fit.

[Kate]

Thanks Kate You're far too nice. And I was in one of those moods when I wrote that one x3

(It sounds so weird calling ya Kate, when it's my display name thingy. Ah, but therein lies the game! )

[creamwolfgurl]

Yea, I mean, its weird enough when we run into Kate S (evil) and I say hi, but writing it? Overly so.
I mean, it kinda looks like you're talking to yourself. According to my friends mum, its good for you. *shakes head* she's mad. Nice, funny, but utterly mad. Mehe.

[Bethany]

I like that one too. It's so good, it even has a bit of an epic feel to it.

[Maggie]

I like them ALL! I love reading and writing poetry! *huggles ferociously*