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  1. I'm going to take this opportunity to compile and post as much of my poetry as I can find. The reasons are several: one, a single place to find them all. Two, I'd like to share what I wrote and receive feedback, good and bad. Finally, I intend on writing poetry again, and I'd like to compare my older writing with where I'm at now. It will be like a road map to the psyche!

    If you enjoy what you read, please do tell! I especially appreciate positive feedback, but truly, all feedback is welcome.

    Thank you.

    EDIT: Upon review of past writing: holy shit am I a romantic fool!
    #1 Seiji, May 8, 2014
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    With what does the flower reach for the sun?
    Through a Force of Nature--Unstoppable,
    Unquenchable. We would not deign to run
    From it. Why should we? Are we capable
    Of turning away from all that is life?
    To stop breathing, eating, drinking, being?
    To deny this is to cause great strife
    Within our hearts. Might as well cease being!
    What is this cherished Force? Unstoppable
    It is within human hearts and soul.
    It is Love. Pure, unconditional Love.
    This Force is what makes humanity whole.

    This is true power, unconditional.
    I give it to you--to wield eternal.

    Be dedicated, loyal, and steadfast-
    By whom other? What can be most precious,
    Rarest amongst all human straits, surpassed,
    These be most sacred of commodities.
    Of noble countenance do I recall
    One of chestnut hair and fairest eyes and
    Glowing smile. Mine eyes ran astray, and all
    Ever-deserved gratitude; best friend,
    An eternal comrade, be thy one owed more
    Than loyalty cast aside. Apology?
    Most assured, and from this withered heart poor
    Love is poured, deserved mythology.

    I give thee a lit candle from mine heart,
    Thou art my friend, never shall we part.

    On most beautiful lips doth drip sweet mead
    Of sympathy; a rondo of comfort
    Echoes past rose tinted lips to set seeds
    Most delightful within cracks of the heart.
    Her eyes swirl in stormy context, a grey
    And blue and green lure, a trap within her
    To set set slender hands in embrace. Her prey
    Need not worry-- the grasp is her love sure
    As the sun rises and the moon glitters,
    And that presence is surely affection
    Untethered, a radiance unfiltered
    Upon silver Mercury's reflection.

    The Demons and Devils, let them not undo
    That worship which I have set upon you.

  3. (4)
    Oh how my heart yearns for that which gentlest
    Lady possesses. Her eyes, and that opiate
    Smile gives rise to rushing blush which no less
    Settles within the loins. Fiery passion, set
    Aside all reason! Love! That guides my hand
    On this foolish endeavor, a quest with
    Tears to fill that Holy Grail. Will my brand
    With raw love's blade win this heart's prize? Forthwith
    Do I stride upon this path, undaunted,
    And declare: Love! Oh, my love, do not feign
    To ignore Cupid's strike, lest do we, haunted,
    Live pseudo memories to sorrow's gain.

    Take this hand of mine; let us live as one,
    Two souls entwined, a spark in Heaven's sun.

    For what reason do I face betrayal
    O'er and o'er again? For what crimes
    Do I pay repentance to? This dark Hell
    I deserve not, yet lick tortuous flames
    Upon my breast. Is it so wretched this
    Shell of mine? Or black is my soul, perceived
    Only by whom love is given? By His
    "Grace" is such darkened luck "gifted" to me?
    So twisted is this bitter knife through such
    Torments that no man should endure upon
    Gentle heart. Is it fair, this darkened luck?
    Such fairytale with dark tidings upon.

    And so I wake to shattered memories.
    I beg thee shadows, take them all from me.

    On baleful winds do echoes carry those
    Empty words left spoken. A bitter twist
    Of truth, burning ice cold to those arose
    To better sounds unspoken, none amiss.
    Howl does that unsound fly to ears that now
    Bind that nothing to secret's delightful
    Bount. Decrepit beast, howl that haunted sound
    Down that mournful hall upon breezy cool
    Winds, colourless and wholly unalive.
    Bask in the torment of those horrid winds,
    And let live a lifeless existence. Drive
    Forth and carry on with no one in mind.

    In all life, no greater pain comes to us
    Than the empty words of those most precious.
  4. (7)
    The witching hour comes on mischievous night,
    Unreasoned sons seeking that enduring
    Token of raw fulfillment. They delight
    Their mischief, swift in their cruel, unending
    Child's torments. Fraught are the hours hellbent
    On the dead's festivities-- the haunted
    Lights of carved lanterns, wrapped treasures sent
    To child's horde. Overflow our sights, clouded
    Visions of ghosts and ghouls haunting dark roads
    Until that hallow'd eve comes to a close.
    Rebuked are these spirits, the festive odes
    Sating all of autumn's hunger for souls.

    Now Samhain festival comes to an end,
    One more year until it begins again.

    A softened path twists through earthly shades keen
    on dark lit image, an illusion most
    sincere and unkind to man's eyes. Unseen,
    warped limbs wrap around innocents lost,
    with no godly rays to pierce dark veil,
    and no windowed sky to spread heaven's light.
    With nothing a guide, men spin their wild tales
    of wicked limbs, of shadowed hands. Dark sights
    overwhelm reason's sense, mind's cunning shield
    powerless against unsound aggression.
    A hope for Hope's Light stirs and fear is stilled
    against darkness encroaching to lie's end.

    Now that path hardens, unknown to all eyes
    but known by all souls, for every man dies.

    Lo! What does sweep upon that grassy sea?
    That weeping wail, it burns with deafening
    symphony. That furious, wailing banshee
    takes phantasmal flight, lesser souls choking
    on sweet honey into dream eternal.
    Why does ghastly apparition appear?
    I cannot begin to fathom spectral
    reasoning, the whys and hows that ghoulish,
    living nightmare possesses. Why does she
    Stare down my very soul, her shriek burning cold?
    Pain surges through my essence steadily,
    core lit aflame-- I scream silent echoes.

    Thus the world falls apart, mirror broken.
    That ghastly vision? My reflection spoken.
  5. (10)
    Void stretched across oblivion's doom--
    A vast embrace of heavenly objects
    held together upon cosmic bosom.
    Light's revealed among silvered pinpricks,
    and by the death of golden son
    does that successor, Black, take to control
    destiny, the reigns of life handed on
    to hands no greater than the father's toil.
    World sunken to nightmares illusion, take
    to useless prayers! No deity will
    take such onus. Only will their deaths break
    endless bickering over a great cycle.

    So the twins, Black and Light, take to their deaths,
    waking up to nature's eternal breath.

    Creation without reason, but which
    all life has come to be known from what is.
    Light and Darkness, founded upon cosmic
    memory-- known, unknown, a genesis.
    Enigmatic beginnings is the source
    of all life. What is, what was, will never
    be known or understood to man of course,
    but neither can immortals clever
    knowledge of that which can never be held.
    The elixir of life-- that is power
    eternal, a never-ending flow of
    eloquent elixirs from him and her.

    There is no answer to any questions passed,
    and this answer is to no question asked.

    With beloved thoughts, creation so births
    a power eternal, with soft breaths made
    tangible through inked words. Wrought from the earth,
    a font of power through flowers sun'd beds
    flows to eager fingertips. So begins
    a lover's dialogue, half-sided thoughts
    shared to ears ambiguous. So ends
    what comfort there lives, and there it starts--
    fear settles in that anxious heart of his,
    a fear most realized in doubtful esteem.
    What would that other half yield? How would this
    question settled be? What does this truly mean?

    So now we do see this gentle heart's plight.
    Eyes blinded to fate, he takes to love's flight.
  6. (13)
    Most amazing words yield surprised gasp, a breath
    of ancient life giving way to new world.
    Bursting lights cast over that land of death,
    world cold and barren and violent towards
    those kind and loving words. Now deathly land
    takes to Fisher King's strength, nature's fierce grasp
    sewing unconditional love with hands
    rough and sensuous, two sides of a cast
    silvered coin, once viewed tarnished by dull eyes
    now gleaming brilliantly under new sun.
    Amazing words sing-- and passionate cries
    opens that cold tomb hiding renewed son.

    Fisher King's soul now bolstered by words true,
    he stands and so whispers, "I love you too."

    Oh sweetest girl whose eyes glitter brightest
    Amongst black sea of stars, what words do you
    Bring me on sweetest tender lips? A test
    Of heart's fortitude, faced 'fore morning dew
    Sets upon green grass, testing Winter's grip
    On Land before Yule. As ice and snow set,
    What doth ye hope to learn from me? That whip
    Lash of thy wit besets heart and mind? That
    By thy cunning charm and stunning beauty
    I find my self confounded by riddles?
    No; you wish none of that. Thy purity
    Is tangible, beauty reflecting thy soul.

    At this Yule time I find myself adrift,
    But stars divine tell I would meet a gift.

    What has shimmering window brought to me?
    A dark haired beauty whose very presence
    Brings the mightiest man to his knee,
    With eyes so deep to pierce his very essence.
    Doth tilt of head betray her coquette nature?
    A quirk of smile, hint of what pleasures lie,
    Soft voice piercing still hearts. None can endure
    Her Siren's call, beckoning men not to die,
    But in serving ultimate amusement
    To her wildest wish and whim and desire.
    Does woe be to him that catches her eye?
    Of course; he doth earns from all men their ire.

    Let no other man see that which she hides:
    The sweetest soul; bashful, and full of pride.
  7. (16)
    Shimmering stars fade, beginning to dim
    from golden rise on eastward horizon.
    Bright is that gold, skyward coin, paving sins
    under blanket of gentle warmth upon
    glittering earth to those most grateful of life.
    But-- a speck, no less or more of mankind
    walks those lit and shadowed paths against strife,
    no greater than ethereal beings unkind
    to human sentiment, but overcome
    easily by that same speckly being
    smiling into the face of challenge. "Come!",
    he yells to giants, hand lovingly grasped.

    Sun wrought haze dims to problems hateful eyes,
    Giants fall to fear, speck wrapped in love's guise.

    Love becomes lost from a year long journey,
    faded away with unmeaning malice,
    a waving hand dismissing those lovely
    words gifted freely for want of no kiss.
    Taken for granted? the poet wonders,
    no tangible answer found within sight.
    Now, blinded by irrational horrors,
    anger's witless lash with no good might
    strikes at those once loved in spite of answers
    given, now real as which what was wanted
    to be heard and seen, reasons gave from her
    lips now truthful from what was once haunted.

    Given answers once sought, he now moves on,
    soul now strengthened, he walks unto the Sun.

    In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
    for that which richly seen is through my heart,
    what soulful gaze which yields such breathy sigh,
    a whispered voice that reflects loving thoughts
    with not one word to equal match be found.
    From spoken sound with no matching value,
    a sought gift is given from spirits bound
    to wistfully found world once wholly knew.
    Given final sight from which shall so spout
    a font of love, affection's patient gaze
    lingers on what deserved soul has caught,
    and from eager lips is found that which daze.

    Now thoughts given sound to which I agree,
    I now so gift this heart of mine to thee.
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    My love is as that mountain top beacon,
    bright-orange light burning hot in the night.
    Lapping flames reach towards that dark sky, and
    on cool winds fueling those high flames, my might
    surges with passion's fire, cold thoughts burning
    uncontrolled, mind faded through fiery haze.
    Clarity now blinded by crystalline
    embers, sparks dance and distract those whose dazed
    thoughts are now upon windowed eyes; hidden
    soul reflected and lured by passion's light
    into a spiraling dance unknown then
    to fire-cleansed eyes, blind despite truest sight.

    So come to know love by this burning brand,
    as I let it burn through my clasping hands.

    I once came upon a road divided,
    the earth hardened through footfalls come before
    mine. Never had I thought nor decided
    these on my own, but now my soul is tore.
    An epic journey set upon that path,
    advising words vanish in soundless void,
    and lights dim opaque sight causing wrath
    towards that whichever be my choice.
    I speak out to God for his godsend--
    pleas unheard, my thoughts now wind together;
    strength found within a core never strengthened
    by choices made of similar measure.

    With deep breaths, eyes now set with decision,
    first steps are made to make real my vision.

    Anger rises from that glorious pit,
    a surge of dark matter too volatile
    for human hands but takes to heart and sits,
    stews, setting itself upon a high pile
    of ugly filth, sins and sickness plenty.
    Surging with inhuman strength, her sharp words
    tug that heart of mine, but un-heavenly
    talons bite into my soul, Hell's ladder
    spiraling up to let that Demon fly.
    Morningstar soars with dark wings high above,
    a dark wake left through clear and pristine sky;
    he grins nastily from the lie of love.

    With strength unkind to manly sentiment,
    she twists her words with a devil's intent.
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    Glittery stone cast prism rays across
    a darkened landscape, an earthly place
    that all men and none live, and ever lost
    they step over swampy moors across space
    blackened by midnight's new moon, lacking light
    to guide their step save for that shining stone.
    With a red-raging sound does sharpened sight
    reveal that stone to be Her-- rough with none
    of which any man can dream. Raw eyes open
    and shielded to those fierce rays of red fire,
    passion lit, he directed by that sin
    original, he steps to raging pyre.

    Through fiery gauntlet is stone polished,
    roughened edges through love now abolished.

    Her cold blue eyes cast frosted spell over
    all souls that would dare to step forth and take
    that which does not belong, but would claim her
    life and spirit for themselves with suave rake
    talents that are honed through lies aplenty.
    Their words are cast, magical spells woven
    through their lacking minds, spoken treachery
    to set wounds upon her and let open
    her heart to, with dev'lish hands, steal her
    for themselves and set upon their mantle
    her heart of heart as a trophy over
    lies blades, but now a man goes to battle.

    It is through his sharpened steel he finds her,
    and with spoken oaths, forever love her.

    On a half-meaning taunt did words subtly
    define; an idea of wrong, no anchor
    in reality, but tangible, darkly
    made of stuff without meaning. With heart's door
    set to earth, white dreams shatter on brittle
    hinges held by broken faith. Jagged lines
    pierce into bright gem by error subtle
    but undefined, reality in time
    stilled in a nova of black. Then ill-words
    are wrought, magical and evil, with red wraith
    swimming in a sea of fertile anger.
    No calming skies can break this raging storm.

    Still, what warming sun that kissed lovely seas,
    will always be a most loved memory.
  10. (25)
    With the coming of liquid-cool breezes
    did an autumn pain bring that sense of loss,
    but for a golden sheen of turquoise is
    that hurt washed away, revealing at cost
    a punctured wound, slimmer than a thread-less
    needle, cleansed by a fiery passion:
    Blood is wiped away, wound healed by a kiss;
    eyes are spun about, vision set upon;
    images clear, and that golden turquoise
    shines brilliantly within splintered mind's eye
    and that set vision finds clarity, poise
    set to calm heart despite passionate sigh.

    Let this gold vision never fade away,
    for a precious life is found each new day.

    A sigh is released, smoke tinged with gold sparks;
    dark visions are expelled with healing drink
    of love's potion, and with every new dark
    sight is that potion made ready to sink
    any and all that would cause hurt, a shield
    most furious, protective, possessive;
    a welcome sensation after a sealed
    soul is opened beyond past grievances.
    With a forgiving sigh, all forgotten,
    love's potion truly heals once was shattered:
    a soul ill-defined of futures within
    and without a universe thus gathered.

    Renewed once was broken are steps taken,
    a fight for a future lacking all sin.

    A swell upon my breast, breath has no yield
    with which to clear my mind of doting eyes,
    but nay that which I want is thus, nor shield
    to any that which cause me no more sighs.
    A child once again, pure joy radiates
    from innocent skin that soaks golden rays,
    and a beautiful visage that does sate
    not a single hunger within, thus says
    my aching soul: "Give to me that I want,
    for love swells brilliant, unyielding toward
    any reason and logic which cast taunts
    unheard, for I need only answered words."

    Incessant sounds distant, do ask of me
    that which has always been known: I love thee.
  11. (28)
    Chestnut hair sprinkles down upon my face,
    a darkened veil to shroud those storm grey eyes.
    Tickling strands hide that most adoring gaze
    and delivers that salt-sweet nectar. Cries
    of love's passion rings though mine ears, baptized
    with raw love's echoes. Listen to that voice,
    a whisper among pillows and sheets. Sigh
    those gentle words between two whose choice
    was one another, joined together through
    lips, and touch, and coupling most intimate.
    Again, I taste that salt-sweet, never to
    forget such heavenly memories writ.

    But now do I see that bittersweet scene
    for all that it was-- not more than a dream.
    • Love Love x 1
  12. A quick note:

    I wrote this poem for someone. That someone you all might know by the name of @Smo.

    Happy Birthday, @Smo . <3

    Drowned sorrow on jagged rocks, crushing waves,
    an unholy penance for sins long past.
    Ever shall that Prisoner, proven brave
    through dark and eldritch design, be outcast.
    But oh, does that breath of life find its way,
    winding through tortuous paths left unseen,
    and it kiss the eyes of that lonely stray:
    a beautiful visage, ever a Queen,
    delightful lips hiding heavenly words,
    and those eyes! Oh gods, those enchanting eyes!
    Her lips curl and speak miracles unheard,
    and then is that Prisoner found baptized.

    Now ever does he speak of love so due,
    and ever shall he show her love so true.
    • Love Love x 1
  13. (30)
    Ever present whispers dance on the wind,
    echoing that of a lovesick man's heart.
    Honey words fall flat and give rise and spin
    tale of woe and loss, but yearns for a start,
    for something so beautiful, forgotten,
    but so desperately desired and craved.
    Oh, does he yearn for that woman's heart then,
    with his own utterly trapped and enslaved,
    and thus does he reach out with hands grasping.
    Fingers fluttering on a cold, stiff breeze,
    eyes shut tight, he clings to hopeful ending,
    yearning for neverending, gentle seas.

    So was his heart so assuredly caught,
    and thus he proclaims his love burning hot.
    • Love Love x 1
  14. (31)
    I am taken, utterly stunned, breathless,
    and I drown in passion overwhelming.
    I am head over heels, tumbling, helpless,
    but ever I smile, wholly accepting.
    There! I see it! Her face, it slays my heart.
    It skips, then stops at the flash of her grin,
    then her eyes, so deep, tears my soul apart.
    Though slain, do arise with new passion,
    sight filled now with that heavenly vision:
    the curve of her neck, the swell of her breast,
    legs stretching toward utter perfection.
    I am now a man so wholly possessed.

    So I will praise her, again, and again,
    She has no equal, Goddess among men.

    • Love Love x 2
  15. Found these buried someplace. I'll share them here.

    Alone atop that hill you stand, the King,
    proud and majestic, strong against your foes.
    The wind will never shaken your proud swing,
    and ever the rain falls in your shadows.
    You have seen men, their comings and goings,
    witnessed their blood be spilled in your kingdom,
    and ever only watch, from beginnings,
    to doom, and folly, for lack of wisdom.
    Yet to memory none of this will go,
    for man's moment be an echoed whisper,
    and you have weathered storms from long ago.
    And so, your kingdom shall grow and prosper.

    As they dance in that self-burdened battle,
    not for trying, will men ever struggle.

    In the dark comes the true torment of me.
    Time winds down and fades into that grey night,
    and the air next to me decays truly--
    stale, and empty, lifeless and without light.
    The darkness settles around me, congeals
    next to me and becomes all too telling--
    I am lonely, and the emptiness seals
    that absence, a scourging on my being.
    Reaching out, there is but a nothingness;
    breathing in, there is but the bitter air.
    Whispers go unheard in that deep darkness,
    and the whole of me is truly laid to bare.

    Now I lay in my feather bed of crows,
    darkness encroaching, alone with my woes.

    Have you ever forgotten spring's warm kiss?
    Light fingers of air running through your hair,
    gentle embrace of earth, defining bliss,
    the wind to gently set to green breast bare.
    Have you ever lost the name of your heart?
    Breathless for nothing to infinity,
    that passing time leaves a trail of dead art,
    an ungodly, forgotten gallery,
    an homage to all that has ever been lost,
    an eternal labyrinth, a dark prison
    to all those abandoned, a land of frost,
    and despair, lost to spring's lovely vision.

    Now truly abandoned through my own hand,
    never again will I see warm, spring land.
    • Love Love x 1
  16. (35)
    I do look to the heavens and exhale,
    a sigh, soul escaping through breath and woe.
    I feel it--the deep chill, awful and stale;
    it staggers forth, that old familiar foe.
    I cannot but shiver and see the sky,
    shadowed clouds parting and weeping with me.
    The crash of thunder drowns the roar I cry.
    For a moment, for nature's cruel mercy
    I am thankful, my pain witnessed by none,
    but then that old foe fills my whole vision:
    who else but Death? He has once again won.
    I see none in his eyes but derision.

    All of those old wounds start to reopen.
    Again my soul is shattered and broken.
  17. (36)
    I sigh; I am defeated once again.
    Like water, she has slipped through my fingers,
    and gazes at me with eyes stifling pain.
    I stand stunned, her lovely presence lingers,
    and I breathe in, air intoxicating.
    I am so drunk on that sweet aroma,
    and I am drunk on that one, special thing:
    Love, ever present love. Like a nova,
    it burns hot and bright, scorching with such pain,
    a pain so welcome, a pain invited.
    I open my arms and shout, come again!
    This is love I welcome, so delighted.

    Ever do you flee, ever will I pursue,
    and ever will my heart say, "I love you."

    I do not love thee with only mine eyes,
    for they in sight do error finds and sticks,
    but it is my heart that sees what sight lies,
    and in it I see past what eyes do trick.
    I love thee with that of mine which beats strong,
    that which beats truths of my very being.
    It guides me, that rhythmic beating a song,
    and my soul sings out words so agreeing.
    I see you with the truth my heart does see.
    I see you with the truth my soul does speak.
    I tell now the truth they reveal to me:
    I love you. Never shall I retreat.

    So here I am: love me as I love you,
    for I will be here, forever and true.

    • Love Love x 1
  18. (38)
    Your eyes, your lips, your breath, your honeyed voice:
    these be divine things you have gifted me.
    I am now found jubilant, and rejoice;
    ever will I covet these things from thee.
    Let me drink from your eyes that sweet, dark wine,
    let me praise you like Knights under the Sun.
    You are divinity, goddess of mine,
    and through your presence I become undone.
    Oh goddess, deliver me from dark woes
    and set upon my brow heavenly lips,
    for through your grace will heavenly light flow
    and turn away the tide of heart's eclipse.

    With blessings and love, wonderful and true,
    eternal will I be a Knight for you.

    • Love Love x 1
  19. (39)
    If you could see the world with mine eyes,
    you would know I have beheld such splendor
    of a creature so beautiful and wise,
    perfect in her imperfections tender,
    with a voice that would send flight a thousand,
    and send weak men pounding over the earth,
    and rattle my core to the foundation.
    Yet do I find such strength in words of worth,
    that voice reverberating though my soul,
    igniting such a fire within my breast.
    Such passion fills me from my head to soles;
    and my hole is filled, my love is confessed.

    As long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
    So long as I live, my life is for thee.

    • Love Love x 1
  20. (40)
    Perfection I need but am found wanting,
    and strength I require from myself, for you.
    I seek to do such right, and am failing,
    but ever will I say: I am but true.
    Ever will I say, I will try, and try!
    Ever will I say, never shall I flee.
    I seek only to make your heart soar high,
    and seek only do I to make you happy.
    I love you, with all of this heart of mine,
    this heart of mine that I have given free.
    I love you, with all of this soul of mine,
    this soul of mine you have taken from me.

    So take these gifts, they are yours to treasure,
    and know they speak the truth of my measure.

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