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The sunlight threw its hair across the peeling iron fence
Bathing rosebud domes in deep vanilla shades

Katydids clicked their thighs as moonbeamed moths ducked
Taking shelter beneath shadowed petal veils

I kissed the pale dawn, leaping over iron fence
My barefoot soles left yellow streaks across the silver stones

In the shadow of a sparrow I kept the garden path
One by one the slender trees curtsied as I passed

The liquid honey sunlight filtered through the Autumn dawn
And here I spent my afternoon, Dreaming winters gone

The End

Yellow Spring

It came in tasteful gestures on a shouldered backward breeze.

Ghosts of smiling children rocked the rusting set of swings.

Plucking yellow daisy tops, in streams the stones did sink.

While birds of cream and navy rode above a gust of pink.

The sun rays pressed their fingers through the isle of cobwebbed clouds.

Spitting shafts of sunlight lift the humming branches' sound.

The sipping of the soil weaned as dewdrops fell in threes.

In this brutte of cradled roots I lay beneath the trees.

Pianist

His fingertips splashed through the ivory keys
With ripples that scattered in rows
While windows bloomed petals of watery pinks
Each kissing his cheeks with a glow

Releasing his notes like a bird caged in spring
He untangled the keys from their din
Making sense of a sequence not meant to be seen
He etches them deep in his skin.

He performs for the windows and plays for the halls
The curtains will sway in his song
The picture frames quiver and jump from the walls
Beneath the great rush of his palms.

So I open my window, before I lay rest
Just to capture a trace of his spawn
It's been years since I've heard it, but still I await

There Was a Storm Today

The palms of rain and soil applauded as they met,

twisting their fingers to knot a streaming brook.

Lightning followed, pounding its fists against the smoking sky,

While gusts of wind erupted; raindrop fireworks.

Mist began to swirl above the steaming pavement-

(reminding me of those winters by the lake so long ago.)

The puddles chased the passing storm to clear

the dusted streets and wash the trees of poor habits.

Again the lightning flickered, like a dying silver bulb

swinging by a string in some attic from the past.

The storm exhales once more to retract its mighty arms.

And so the afternoon awaits the sun to press her fingers

Beautiful EyesThey speak to me, spilling your secrets, opening your soul.
There's nothing you can hide in your beautiful eyes,
As golden and magical as the morning sunrise.

They're a kaleidoscope of emotion.
Whispers of unwritten stories in each little fleck of green,
Murmuring tales of broken hearts, visits to the between.

The depth of your pain, your albatross
Spins in those eyes, plunging down, down, fathomless;
Yet, they sparkle at a distance, boundless, fearless.

I drown in those eyes, listening eagerly to the stories.
I am lost in your ageless soul...

PhoenixHis chest covered with blood
Her sweat sliding down her face
She was holding his hand
And took him into her embrace

With her arms around him
She cried while he looked into her eyes
He was dying but it was ok
The sun was too far in the skies

"I love you" she said
And he received it with a sigh
Now that he knows it
It is harder to die

Tears fell on his body
And turned into ash
She saw a fire being born
And a reflection in it like a flash

He rose with fire to the heaven
Her embrace became empty and she felt cold
Looking at him fly away she knew he won't leave her
"I love you",once upon a time she told

Rain Of Darkness

Rain Of Darkness

Something inside me broke
The core of my soul snapped
That is when I felt this numbing cold
I blinked, and everything started to fade to black

When you left me alone
I felt this eternal betrayal
When you finally let me go
The pain inside me became unstable

The weight on my shoulders collapsed
While the world I knew faded
As the remorse relapsed
I'm consumed by hatred
-
Thou have forsaken
So the rest shall witness my conviction

My hope was taken
But was replaced by affliction

You knew what would happen
When you took back your salvation

Why am I the one abandoned?
I didn't take -ANYTHING!- for granted

Rev

Beneath The Black Willows

Beneath the black willows
the moonlight deploys
unnoticed through soft braided reeds.
Though fingers were broken
the moonbeams disperse
like organ pipes sifting the breeze.

Beneath the black willows
a violet crow falls
to perch upon empty a chest.
A hollowed form spun
through the breath of the wind
His toes brushed the finger tipped crest.

Beneath the black willows
there swings a white noose
and from it there swings a man high.
He dances each morning
He dances each night
I imagine he's thankful to fly.

The Artist.I am an artist.
I wonder how to fill this blank paper.
I hear footfalls and bird calls; they speak to me.
I see the finest characteristics, unnoticed by others.
I want to capture the world.
I am an artist.
I pretend to be someone else, something else, just for a while.
I feel fulfilled as long as there's a pencil in my hand.
I touch the brush with a loving stroke.
I worry that the block will strike me forever.
I cry as my soul drowns in my own words.
I am an artist.
I understand that improvement is a never-ending road.
I say to never, ever stop imagining, creating.
I dream of a skill that can only be aquired, fine-tuned, by prac

Rain Rain
Time dipped its frozen fingertips
in the waters of my bones,
wringing them dry of once purple skies
and smoothing away gentle grooves of nostalgia;
a topless render to my optimistic lens.

The sky began to fade like a freshly broken bruise:
Red, orange, yellow, green, purple, black, white.
a pallet of sour syllables that settled in my teeth
& festered deep within the crooked corners of my mouth,
occasional expressions pulsing through uncharted steam.

Bitterly dissolving like the powder of an hourglass
It drips like dew across my window &
nestles in the crooks, the kind of way a comma
hugs the corners of an 'n'.

rain, go away.

Friendship

As you live you make friends,
How long they will stay that depends.
You will have fun and have good times,
You will also feel bad sometimes.

Sometimes friends will stay for years,
Sometimes friends will leave you in tears.
Then we ask who truly is our friend,
Do some of them just pretend?

Some friends will leave when things get tough,
Seeing somebody in pain is always a little rough.
But some of them will stay by your side,
They will help you stand up and fight.

If you have one true friend,
Be it a boy or a girl friend.
You can consider yourself blessed,
Cause they will always help you when you are depressed.

A true friend wil

JudgementJudgement:

You are a mewling coward and weakling
Offal to the world, yet too arrogant to admit it!
Unbridled by the feelings of shame and guilt;
A man who was naught but a self-serving sycophant...
Remember the days that you used to spend
Envious of others who worked harder than you
More and more you would curse at their backs
It was an act that blackened your tongue and soul!
Now as you gaze into the maw of the inferno
Endlessly waiting for the judge's call

Read the first letter of every line, and know the fate for which you fall.

-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th July 2012

The lilies she lent

In some mystic woods, bloomed an innocent bud
It nurtured delicately; from the vile world she was shut.
But alas; 'fore she left, ten love lilies of red,
that withered only at her will, she plucked.

She roamed the wide plains, with her beauty ablaze;
her scent aromatic, earning many a praise.
Yet gullible was she; the sprout of love
homed in her when she met the boys gaze.

Such charm and enchantment; oh what lovely art!
His ways did betray purity of the heart
his wines curled around the innocent girl,
poisoning her soul with his impulsive darts.

Yet one, con by birth, never has a strong hold
over one true love only, thus her l

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We Dreamed Of Silver Sails

by ~HoldTheNoise, Jul 27, 2012, 3:57:47 PM
Literature / Poetry / Family Life / Traditional Fixed Forms

Remember those winters by the lake so long ago? We were bundled in cotton and swaddled in snow. Soft naked footprints 'cross paralyzed sea. The breath of our skin left a pathway of steam. Like music box figures, we'd spin on ten toes. Our breath fogged the walls of our hourglass dome. Folding our secrets like white paper swans, we kissed them with wax and we locked them in jars. The trees were our fortress. The sky was our home. Our ink splattered fingers carved hearts in the stone. We fashioned red kites 'round the waist of our wrists. They left for us tails through the rings of cream mist. We laughed and we danced through the stuttering breeze In sea ships of cardboard and crowns laced with leaves. We'd wake up each morning to symphonic quails. And under the stars we dreamed silver sails.

We Dreamed Of Silver Sailsby ~HoldTheNoise

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I wrote this poem off a line from one of my previous poems,
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~winterkate Jul 28, 2012 Student Writer

Oh, I love it. This is actually really good - the rhyme was interesting, and the imagery caught and held me. It's nostalgic and golden but at the same time very personal.

~HoldTheNoise Jul 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Thank you~!! I'm glad you liked it~!

~winterkate Jul 29, 2012 Student Writer

haha me too! You're welcome, no problem

~lone-bean Jul 28, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

this is gorgeous (i dont know if a poem can be gorgeous but this one is) i believe this is my favorite piece of poetry

~HoldTheNoise Jul 29, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Wow~!! Such a compliment!!

Thank you so so much~

~lone-bean Jul 29, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

haha you're very welcome!! (:

=TristanCody Jul 28, 2012 Student Writer

I love this so much. The imagery, word choice, flow, all of it makes me envy every last detail of the picture you create.

Thank you so much for sharing this,
Tristan Cody.

~HoldTheNoise Jul 28, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Well thank you for all the kind words!!

I'm really glad you liked it (:

=TristanCody Jul 28, 2012 Student Writer

All my pleasure! Hope to see more soon!

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