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It was the phantom ship Silvara,
That sailed across the night,
Carrying me away from all I knew,
Only the moon provided light.
It's sails were red like crimson blood,
Each one had it's own voice,
Given life by the evening wind,
Staying aboard was my choice.
The crew members were silent,
Most of the time nothing was said,
Despite the silence we all understood,
We all had voices in our head.
Peace was found upon the phantom ship,
The mood was warm despite the cold,
Across the night we sailed til dawn,
And then darkness grew more bold.
It overwhelmed the sun so bright,
To offer us a bit more peace,
Our escape sailed on perpetual wings,
Within the black we found release.
Losing the sun didn't dim the light,
Because it burned within my heart,
I knew the sun would be back soon,
And with it would come a fresh start.
But until then I gazed up at the stars,
Admiring their light warm and pure,
This light resides inside my soul,
For those who pursue it's allure.
Though I'm attracted to the phantom ship,
We parted ways beneath the sun,
Perhaps some night we'll sail again,
But for now the day and I are one.
My world seems a little brighter now,
All I needed was to get away,
To just escape it all for a little while,
It took a voyage to find the way.
It was the phantom ship Silvara,
That carried me to a better place,
I've brought my darkness home with me,
But you won't see it on my face.
That sailed across the night,
Carrying me away from all I knew,
Only the moon provided light.
It's sails were red like crimson blood,
Each one had it's own voice,
Given life by the evening wind,
Staying aboard was my choice.
The crew members were silent,
Most of the time nothing was said,
Despite the silence we all understood,
We all had voices in our head.
Peace was found upon the phantom ship,
The mood was warm despite the cold,
Across the night we sailed til dawn,
And then darkness grew more bold.
It overwhelmed the sun so bright,
To offer us a bit more peace,
Our escape sailed on perpetual wings,
Within the black we found release.
Losing the sun didn't dim the light,
Because it burned within my heart,
I knew the sun would be back soon,
And with it would come a fresh start.
But until then I gazed up at the stars,
Admiring their light warm and pure,
This light resides inside my soul,
For those who pursue it's allure.
Though I'm attracted to the phantom ship,
We parted ways beneath the sun,
Perhaps some night we'll sail again,
But for now the day and I are one.
My world seems a little brighter now,
All I needed was to get away,
To just escape it all for a little while,
It took a voyage to find the way.
It was the phantom ship Silvara,
That carried me to a better place,
I've brought my darkness home with me,
But you won't see it on my face.
Literature
The Death Within Life
Raging Seas
Dark skies
Endless tears
Cold fires
That is what life is.
No fairy godmothers
or knights in shining armor.
Only witches and cauldrons
recipes for disaster.
There are no three wishes
or steeds that fly.
No hero, no powers,
certainly no rewinds.
Life is but time
flowing forward.
Spent by little moments
we call ours.
It is never enough,
not once.
Fragments engraved
they're left to remain.
Not even our mind, our knowledge
can prolong our hours.
To live them as they come
seconds remembered, never forgotten.
To let them pass
by our envy and our pride.
No wonder we are fools
both then and now.
Not one of us
Literature
don't you stop 'til you know you're gone
the bone-flutes are flooding out my lucidity.
nothing makes sense, but everything belongs.
the sheets are oily and hot on my skin.
exhausted, i try to escape,
only to drop out of reality and through the floors.
Literature
left
there comes an evening
each october
when spring is broken:
winter sweeps back in,
swallowing the coast.
the hours are drawn,
long, and quiet -- save
for storming wind --
where pride recedes
to leave the heart
ill-watched, unguided,
for this eve only,
to remember what it has lost.
hands, thick with cold,
shallow-lung'd and lonely,
waiting for chamomile to steep,
sleep to steal:
as the night ticks through
each moment is meticulous,
sliced clean from next
by key-stroke --
throat-formed,
shaped on tongue to fit:
each syllable is moulded
carefully composed,
pressed to curves by thumb
and folded
until, at last,
something of beauty is wrought
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Honestly, I don't have a whole lot to say about this poem. It's been a while since I've written anything this long, and I just wanted to try something new. I'm really happy with how it turned out. I'd get further into it, but I'd prefer to let everyone take their own meaning from it.
I hope you enjoy it.
I hope you enjoy it.
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I really love your in-depth attention to your rhymes, form, and use of words.
Everything neatly pulled together and I see nothing but effort put into this.
I also like how you integrated your name to the poem. It's a neat thing.
I believe I would be quite happy with this too had it been my piece. You know
what I've been trying lately that maybe you should take a shot at? Try doing
some unrhymed/rhymed quatrains in a poem sometime.
Here is an example excerpt from one of my poems in the works called "Our Big Boss Mother"
Quote, "Our Mother, she’s such a big boss
Without one wink of schlepping!
How, in all her rampant stepping
She cannot keel or be keeled?" End quote
These are really fun stanzas to write, and sometimes are even more better sounding than every line rhyming as it feels less force. It gives you a sort of freedom in between without having to rhyme so much. Anyway, this is just a suggestion you can try, that's all.
Your poem has been accepted in our Group
Thank You for sharing your work!
Siryan
Everything neatly pulled together and I see nothing but effort put into this.
I also like how you integrated your name to the poem. It's a neat thing.
I believe I would be quite happy with this too had it been my piece. You know
what I've been trying lately that maybe you should take a shot at? Try doing
some unrhymed/rhymed quatrains in a poem sometime.
Here is an example excerpt from one of my poems in the works called "Our Big Boss Mother"
Quote, "Our Mother, she’s such a big boss
Without one wink of schlepping!
How, in all her rampant stepping
She cannot keel or be keeled?" End quote
These are really fun stanzas to write, and sometimes are even more better sounding than every line rhyming as it feels less force. It gives you a sort of freedom in between without having to rhyme so much. Anyway, this is just a suggestion you can try, that's all.
Your poem has been accepted in our Group
Thank You for sharing your work!
Siryan