A little something I whipped up for my mom; she likes the haiku form.

Seasons:

Shoots push through the soil
Tender leaves open on boughs
A wind of rebirth

Lazy days pass by
Sun beams warmly as grass grows
The cool of water

Red leaves on the breeze
Breath freezing in the fell air
Whispers of Jack Frost

Boughs crack with cold winds
White dancing on fairy wings
Gyrating in awe

That's beautiful, dernhelm!

This is a song I wrote (Not a poem, a song, lol, it's important) It's about my friend who plays guitar and wrote a song to our other friend who recently passed away. It's mostly about that moment of us sharing our grief.

Wander restless, sleeping star,

And play me a song on your guitar

Cause your guitar is saving me,

Yeah, your guitar is saving me.

You sang about the friend we lost,

The pain we shared, the grief it cost

Your guitar is saving me,

Your guitar is saving me,

A lifeboat in a stormy sea.

It’s the very last sailing day

Tomorrow we put the boat away

So let’s enjoy this sailing day,

Tomorrow we put the boat away

Tomorrow we put the boat away.

So wander restless, sleeping star

Play me a song on that old guitar.

Cause it’s your music saving me,

Yeah it’s your music saving me

A lifeboat in a stormy sea.

Oh my. That's just gorgeous, MoonlightDancer. I understand how important it is to make it clear that it's a song, and I read it as such - and I loved it. It's heartbreaking and wonderful, and I love all the rhyming. Excellent job!
I enjoyed all the other poems posted here recently, as well. Great job, peoples!

Thanks Elanor!

I wrote a poem.
I prefer your smile to a thousand stars.

I prefer the morning sunlight on your hair
To sleeping past noon. Unless of course, you were tired.

I prefer the lonely sand-swept avenue
To a million dollar cruise ship. Unless of course, you were with me.

I prefer your old car that groans like a beast waking from sleep
To the finest and fastest Ferrari. Unless of course, you were driving.

I prefer the mellow twangs you pluck on your guitar late at night
To the most anticipated and expensive concert of the year. Unless of course,
You wanted to go.

I prefer your smile to a thousand stars
And I’d rather walk with you down the abandoned railroad
Than take the finest train in the city.
(Unless you wanted to of course.)

Queen Susan, I love your little poem, it's so sweet
Miss Rosario, I loved your poem, it gave this sort of beautiful sweet imaginitive feel, one could sense such joy in it
Lady Haleth, amazing I loved both your poems, "
Kings and Queens In Exile" was my favorite
TheGeneral, awesome poem, it's very well written, I really really liked it
Dernhelm_of_Rohan, I love loved your poem, I also love the haiku form it has, can I paste in my scrapbook please I'll be sure to credit you as the author
MoonlightDancer, you song was really sweet and beautiful, and you poem was wonderful, just wonderful, you really have talent

this is poem I wrote a while back, I think it came out a bit cheesy, not really one of my best, but I thought I'd share it anyway

my Secret Garden

So here's a poem I wrote awhile ago. It doesn't really have a title.

A time for no sorrow, an absence of tears

A time for no worries, to put away fears

A time for the boldness of blinding light

Uncover your soul now, it’s shining so bright.

Though sorrow flies on butterfly wings,

And flows through the blood, that cries as it sings,

Through desperate wind in a barren place,

I’ve been discovered: a victim of grace.

In your presence, I can stand

Lost at sea, I’ve found the land.

In the silence, You have spoken,

In the stillness, I’ve been broken.

Cause no matter what, You still love me,

Yeah. You still love me

Moonlight, that's lovely! You have such a great way of flushing out the scenery with your words. It's almost a song, but somehow, I feel like music might almost drag down the sweetness of the words.

I wrote this one when my baby sister was born.

Childhood's Call

When faerïe tales grow dim and old
When favorite toys are left to mold
When wild flights of pure belief
Are left to wreck on hidden reefs
When deaf we are to sweet birdsong
Childhood's call is over and gone

When streams have lost their friendly look
When friends now lost are frog and rook
When spending nighttime out-of-doors
Is far less dear than adult chores
When sleep seems short and day seems long
Childhood's call is over and gone

When babies' laughter fills the room
When smiling mothers laugh and croon
When toys and games again are used
As baby goes through threes and twos
Revived are joys and glories past;
Childhood's call returns at last

lovely poem MLD

Anne, I loved your poem, it's filled with the pure innocence of a childhood great job

a little something I wrote recently....it's bascially self explanitory

The Moment
I know I ought not to feel
Hope's glimmer inside my soul
Still it has risen within me
How to quench it I don't know

Tomorrow will rise fresh and true
That moment, perhaps forgotten on your part
But I will take that tiny moment
And forever burn it in my heart

wild rose, that is such a beautiful poem!!! It's very simple but profound with so much emotion! You're a great writer! Good job!

Hey wild_rose,

Why didn't you tell me you posted a new poem on this thread? Once again you amaze me with your gift of words. I think many readers will relate to the message in your poem. Considering it will soon be spring.

Windsong

thanks so much The Pendragon, and Windsong, sorry Windsong, about forgetting to tell you that I had posted here, hope you won't hold it against me

another poem I wrote recently

To the Martyrs
You stood so strong and brave
As you gazed into death's eyes
Though hell was opened to you
You were not afraid to die

I wonder if I could ever be
As brave and strong as you
You have sent an example for me
How to my faith, I must be proud and true

Short one I wrote a few months ago, and it's weird because I'm not entirely sure what it's about, I just had a lot of emotions racing through me at the time. It can be whatever you want it to be about, so there

We are worlds away
Drifting on the wind
Where we go, we don’t stay
We run as if we sinned

We are climbing mountains high
Singing like the bird
We are flying through the sky
Wondering if they heard

We are braving ocean waves
Diving like the mermaid
We are running through the caves
Wishing we weren’t afraid

We are dimensions away
Skipping on the stars
Where we go, we don’t stay
We run as if we sinned

We are leaping as high as we can
Prancing like the cougar
We are dancing over the broken land
In a state of glorious stupor

We are shooting for something better
Reaching like the baby to its mother
We are running to the next adventure
Desperate for what lies around the corner

We are light-years away
Singing, diving
Dancing over the broken land

Where we go, we don’t stay
We run as if we sinned

I love it TheGeneral, very nicely written

a little something I wrote today

September
September, first month of autumn
Summer has come to a close
With a last look, a last breath
Away with the wind she goes

September, oh September
A month that hails colors
Bright sunsets, shorter days
Rain and lots of puddles

double post, but waaaaaaay over 24 hours

I wrote this poem yesterday, and am quite glad with the way it came out

A Star
She is soft, her light is gentle
Glowing with a tender flow
Like a candle's constant flicker
Shining down on earth below

Long ago she was created
A gift to mortals here below
Lit to chase away despair
And given the name Hope

This is a well written poem. The words flow like gentle water on a stream.