Autumn's Poetry

[siredbyspike]

1. Solitude's Goodnight Prayer


Give me this night to be sane without you
heal me of my lonely heart
Quiet the stirs of my corruption
shed some light into this dark
Bestow on me a calm surrender
to a world without your memory
Give me now the sweet, sweet splendor
of just one night of being free
Share with me some kind of solace
from a soul that bleeds for you
rid me of the chasm in my mind
that has only ever been filled by you
Silence now the laments I have
leave the beasts at bay
If only to be stopped throughout this night
so that I may make it to the day.


2. (this one used to be titled Michael, but after a huge messy breakup i prefer not to call it that anymore, lol so it's now Untitled)


Seraphic demeanor
Ivory chalice of skin
silver quick stab of tongue...
before he effervesced into my life
his tufted footfalls whispered sweetly
amongst angels
ebullient and dignified.
Prismatic eyes bloom in my mind like orises
eloquent hands blaze a conflaguration.
A sanctified union of two souls
eternal in our hearts.
Angelic visage
cobalt pools of truth glare wistfully
burgundy petals of a mouth
bottomless kiss
An exalted exsistance he is
and he purifies mine with his happiness

[Greer]

I reaaaaaaaaly like your first poem!

I feel the loneliness of it, yet it's very peaceful. I enjoy that element of it.

[siredbyspike]

Thanks Greer!

[Secret Scoobie]

These are really nice. You have a great vocab and your imagery is very powerful.

Thanks for sharing.

[siredbyspike]

Thanks SecretScoobie! (i think i'm just gonna start calling you Scoob from now on, cause that's alot to type, and cause it worked when Shaggy did it! lol)

[Secret Scoobie]

Okay Sired You could just call me Jess! Scoob is cool though

[siredbyspike]

I wrote this one last night, i think it speaks for itself what kind of mood i was in!


You are my knight in dented armor
battle scarred and bruised
Your whole life has been bloody,
torturous and abused.
I wish i could slay
every foe you have faced
and beat out their sick minds
with a huge, heavy mace.
I would be the balm
for the fires of hell at your feet
and kill the bitch dragon
then flay her rancid meat.
I would bleed out all the poison
that runs through her veins
and stomp flat the cold heart
that caused you such pain.
I would string her entrails
from every single tree,
If that's what it took for you
to finally be free.
If love could sheild you
Inside me it abounds
And safe in my arms
I hope your peace can be found.