Love Poems
'Wander far, but do not feel, your road will end away from here.
No matter where your heart may go, my love for you is always near.'
'Stars will shine with open eyes, the moon will set again,
wherever there's a path to find, there will soon be an end..
and when you reach the final end, a song I'll sing for you,
of happiness I want to share. My love I give to you.'
'A rose may smell sweetly, a pine grow tall and strong.
My love, forever with you, nothing will last so long.'
'Play a tune and ring a bell, call a word and give a yell.
The time has come for us to sing, of happiness our love will bring.'
'In time we all grow old and die, but that is not for years to come.
We'll live our lives with love and peace, and love eath other till the end.
If death comes sooner for you than me, I'll cry a week then say farewell,
for without you I'd never have reason to live throughout this hell.'
'A flute will calm, a harp will too.
Nothing will calm my love for you.'
'My love for you, will always be,
no matter what, you think you see.'
'Love is blind, they always say,
but I can see just fine this way.'
'A rose will die and fade away, so will a man unloved.'
'Whistle if you love somebody, tell them that you care.
Tell them that to you they are so special and so rare.'
'A flower can say so much more than normal words can say,
so give a flower when you can, any time or day.'
Poems of Myth
'Bronze dragons, flying high,
the sky filled with their play.
They will chase the sun away.'
'Sun stone - Moon stone - None as bright as you.
Heaven stone - Hell stone - None grow bright and true.
Wolf stone - Sea stone - Yours is beauty fair.
Love stone - Peace stone - Yours is peaceful there.
War stone - Hate stone - None with strength as yours.
What stone? - Gypson stone!'
'My steed be not a stallion or mare,
,though he has a main and tail.
He is not a unicorn, bright with speed,
though he has a horn of gold.
He is not a pegasai, aloft on the wind
though he holds his wings up high.
He is not a wolf with painted eyes,
though he has those painted fangs.
He is not a bear, with glistening fur,
though he has those glistening claws.
He is a creature of magic
created to sore free, to rule the Sky!'
Depressing Poems
'I wonder if I cannot fly, and watch the birds as they fly by.
I wonder as I watch the sky, as clouds are blown by winds so high.'
In memory of Grey Kellam
'Tassels and tufts of fluff and fur, a kitten is calling out.
Where is it's mother? Where is it's mother?
Killed by a trap left for a squirrel.'
'a kitten cries
a bird calls
the wind blows
the rain falls
the chill freezes
the kitten mews
helpless, alone, afraid.'
'The moon watches as people die, killed by ones they thought they loved.
Life's mysterious when you lie helpless, seemingly unloved.'
'Voices call to other voices. I close my eyes to block them out.
The voices get louder, stronger. I plug my ears to block them out.
They get more sturn, demanding. I start and glance about.... I'm alone.'
'Confusion takes up most of my life.
Anything confuses me, even holding a pencil will confuse me now.'
'Isn't it strange how sounds can be blocked out,
but emotions cannot?'
'The sun shines brightly on me gloom,
the grass is green and flowers bloom.
It's spring! You'd think I'd be cheary...
but no... it's gloom for me.'
Silly Poems
'Hopping ardvaarks sleep all day,
they hop all night as spider's play.
Antelopes kill time and say,
Get out of the elephant's way.'
'Alligator's like the sun. Hippos, rhinos, yum! yum! yum!
Neither of them got a chance to turn tail and run, run, run!
Alligator eats them up, then goes after ducks instead.
But ducks can fly and gato can't, so gator bury's his head.'
Miscellanious untitled Poems
'A person may put pen to paper and create a master piece of eternal beauty,
but only a passionate poet could do as much
in under a minute with fewer words and more meaning.'
'Is it easier to write on paper or puter?'
'Stareing at a starlit sky, my thoughts soar far, my thoughts soar high.
I lose myself to wonder why, my thoughts come quick under night's sky.'
'A poem is a beautiful thing.
Once said, remembered in every heart.
Why sit and listen when you can sing
that poem to music, apart?'
Titled Poems
'Wandering through a field of grass, the wolf did turn and stare.
There stood a maiden, sweet as night, her scent he could not bare.
His hunger grew 'till overcame, his longing to go wander.
He tried to run, avoid the smell, her call did keep him longer.
A name she cried, before she knew, that name would make him anger.
The wolf no longer had a choice, he just had to have her.
Knowing not what she had done, the maiden watched in awe,
as the wolf did trot right up, his teeth bared in his maw.
Her death was quick as night and day, compared to summers long.
The wolf did feast upon her flesh, consumed by his own song.
He sorrowed for her lost beauty, as wolves are want to do,
and howled to the bright fall moon, a mourning meant for two.'
'Lust'
'Walking down a narrow path, the man did come across a stream.
He crept towards to take a sip but knelt before was seen.
He saw her by the bright moonlight, her lustrous silver hair
that caught the rays as they shone down and cloaked her body fair.
She stood still and looked around, her form he surly saw,
her eyes shone silver, as the moon her beauty dropped his jaw.
She glanced at him then dove on in, no splash did she leave.
He realized then that her fair skin was tainted slightly green.
She swam away, and to this day the man will always dream,
of silver hair and silver eyes, the lady he had seen.
His lust for her will surely be the death of him, for sure,
for all he does is sit an wait for his dear maiden, fair.
But she will never let him see her beauty once again,
for beauty like that was never meant to be seen by a man.
The sea-maiden does watch him, though, but he will never know
her lust for him is just as strong as his lust for his doe.'
'Flowers bloom and forests grow,
tree buds burst and soil, sow.
Spring is here and life will soon follow.