Elanor: wow that is so beautiful, I just love it........can I post this one in my scrap book.....please.....I really like it.....pretty please

Lady Haleth: amazing, I really really love it.....can I post it in my scrap book too....please.....I won't claim as my own....I'll put your name under it....please please please

MoonlightDancer, wonderful, I love it, it's really really wonderful, great job (oh and do keep posting, I love reading your poetry )

Aw, of course you can, Rose, and I'm so honoured by your kindness! It's funny, your avatar could fit with your words.

"Spring"

Rain falls
Birds call
Leaves grow
And I know
Warmth is near
Spring is here

yes, wild rose as long as you give me credit.
I really loved the imagery in your poem, Moonlight Dancer.

TheGeneral, wow, you really wrote it well, I had shivers down my spine as I was reading it, it's sort of spooky, but written so well

Thanks! Writing doesn't come too easily for me so that means a lot.
Looking at others I've written, I realize I mostly write poems about death, lol.
I'll share another short one, but I don't want to depress anybody! Sorry.
It's sort of self explanatory, I wrote it with a few people from my life in mind.

Why does the world go on

As if it never had you?

Why do I carry on

As if I truly had to?

Oh! Why should not all weep

To lament your death!

Why should not all hearts keep

The memory of your last breath!

You were you

And no one else!

And no one else

Will be you!

No one can replace you

Before or in the future

When you left this world behind you

You said goodbye forever

This is why I cannot see

Why the world must carry on

Pitiless and carefree

As if you were not gone

(Again, sorry it's kinda sad)

thanks Elanor and Lady Haleth, I'll be sure to credit both of you
Libby love your poem, it's so sweet and beautiful
(sadly we just had a huge snowstorm....so spring isn't hear for me )
TheGeneral your poem is so beautiful, it is sad, but so sweet at the same time, I really loved it

this is a poem I wrote when I was going through a couple of rough things in my life

An Odd Praise
Dear God I come to Thee today
And bring with me a poem of praise
I want to praise You for something odd
For things I've been told you don't thank God
I want to thank you for todays pain and sorrow
And for the pain that will come tomorrow
I thank you for the flow of tears
I thank you for my hidden fears
I thank you for the wet and cold
I thank you for the weak and old
I thank you for failure and for strife
I thank you for the dissapointments of life
I thank you for things men often curse
But without which they would be worse
For as told, sorrow from Your hand
Is what makes the boy a man
It is life's most sacred part
It is that which breaks the heart
And as told, true love cannot be showen
Until a broken heart is known
And broken heart, mended anew
Is the most precious part of you
And so dear God, I thank Thee
For all the sorrow You gave to me

Oh my gosh, thegeneral!! That's amazing!!! It's really so beautiful and sad, you write magnificently!
Lovely, Wild Rose!

"A Song Of Thanks"

My heart will sing
Praise to the King
He's always with me
In Him I am free

Joy overflows my heart
Oh how great Thou Art!
Lord, I'll praise your holy name
With you in me I'm not the same

I wrote this one awhile ago...just came across it on my hard drive, figured I would share:

“No one really knows whether death, which people fear to be the greatest evil, may not be the greatest good.” – Plato

It’s foolishness to be afraid of what we do not know
Ironically, this fear is killing me.
My existence is all that I have
A fortnight after life and my memory is gone.
So many people with ideas, are they all right
Or what if all are false?

Would I feel nothing?
How wonderful that would be.
Would I be in heaven?
A final, forever slavery.
Or would I go to hell?
Suffering for eternity.

Experience spawns caution, close to fear
Will panic of the end keep me from ever living?
Never dismay were the words that I taught
He could save others but not himself….
Courage is how we face dread in life
But what about how we face death?

Would I feel nothing?
How wonderful that would be.
Would I be in heaven?
A final, forever slavery.
Or would I go to hell?
Suffering for eternity.

One way to find out.

*brushes off dust as she revives the thread*

Here's a poem I came across the other day on the internet. I thought it was sweet, and thought I would share it here.

"A friend is like a flower,
A rose to be exact,
Or maybe like a brand new gate
That never comes unlatched.
A friend is like an owl,
Both beautiful and wise.
Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost,
Whose spirit never dies.
A friend is like a heart that goes
Strong until the end.
Where would we be in this world
If we didn't have a friend."

--I wish I could say I wrote it, but unfortunately I didn't. *would give credit if she knew who had*

Friends are wonderful, aren't they?

Ahh thats a beautiful poem Miss Rosario, friends are wonderful!

Such a lovely poem Miss Rosario and it's so true, friends are so so so wonderful and precious. I really love that poem

Here's one of my favorite poems

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

And we will sit upon rocks,
Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

And I will make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant poises,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle;

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

A belt of straw and ivy buds,
With coral clasps and amber studs;
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

The shepherds's swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my love.
Christopher Marlowe

I'll post the Nymph's Reply sometimes soon

In honour of Dorethea's 126th birthday (as per Google this morning) I'm putting up perhaps Australia's most famous poem (apart from The Man From Snowy River). The second verse is by far the most famous part of the poem and gets quoted all the time. However, the whole poem is beautiful.

My Country
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die -
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold -
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

Another poem of hers that is beautiful is this one:

Colour
The lovely things that I have watched unthinking,
Unknowing, day by day,
That their soft dyes have steeped my soul in colour
That will not pass away -

Great saffron sunset clouds, and larkspur mountains,
And fenceless miles of plain,
And hillsides golden-green in that unearthly
Clear shining after rain;

And nights of blue and pearl, and long smooth beaches,
Yellow as sunburnt wheat,
Edged with a line of foam that creams and hisses,
Enticing weary feet.

And emeralds, and sunset-hearted opals,
And Asian marble, veined
With scarlet flame, and cool green jade, and moonstones
Misty and azure-stained;

And almond trees in bloom, and oleanders,
Or a wide purple sea,
Of plain-land gorgeous with a lovely poison,
The evil Darling pea.

If I am tired I call on these to help me
To dream -and dawn-lit skies,
Lemon and pink, or faintest, coolest lilac,
Float on my soothed eyes.

There is no night so black but you shine through it,
There is no morn so drear,
O Colour of the World, but I can find you,
Most tender, pure and clear.

Thanks be to God, Who gave this gift of colour,
Which who shall seek shall find;
Thanks be to God, Who gives me strength to hold it,
Though I were stricken blind.

Hope you enjoy!!!

This poem was inspired by the story of Psyche and Eros. I began wondering what would have happened if Psyche's sisters (or Orual, in the case of Till We Have Faces) had been right all along...

What She Saw

And so the disillusionment came swiftly where,
In breathless shadow, Psyche raised her lamp
And saw what every poet since denies:
A reeking serpent lay distended there,
Besotted with the blood of men, and damp
With excrement of many-splendored lies.

Wow, those are lovely
Gladius, the poem you wrote was very descriptive, I love it!

I finished my P.E exam early (sort of ) So I wrote a poem on the back of it... I'll post it here if/when I get the paper back (It was only internal) because i thought it was quite good,