Where to begin and where to end,
shall I write a poem my friends.
What words should grace this site,
of love and life, death and night.

Should I aspire to reach some lofty height,
Should I attempt to create some written delight.

Poetry my friends is oft not easy nor hard
It is but a talent of artist and bard.

But now to my point, the reason, the rhyme
A list of poor poetry for thee to waste thy time.


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Fire:

Fire
Inferno
That flaming passion inside us burns,
igniting a fuel we forgot was there
and when the ashes upon the wind blow
we'll hold onto slivered embers
Coals


Water:

Water
Tsunami
Into the depths and waves and shallows
till floating and swimming is all that we know
its water that heals, that contains our thoughts
fluid and sharp, cold and hot we think
Steam


Earth:

Earth
Foundation
Of dust and stone and sand
the dancing dunes, the dizzy cliffs,
the mountains and valleys that we trod
what we are, wind swept dust
Dirt


Air:

Air
Hurricane
Flighty and swift, dark and light
Passengers upon a gusty road
Always whispering, never silent
It calls to us in spirit form,
Wind

Beautiful Wolf...really beatiful

Nice work

Dave

Love Letter

If I were to write a love letter
I know not what I would say
would I write about thy tender grace
or how the sun is outshined by thee.
Should I describe beauty of body, lust
beauty of mind, affinity
or that fragile beauty of spirit so oft forgot.

I'll never write that love letter
I know not what to say
because the love I have for thee
in words, can not be explained.

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A single tear

A single tear
Thats all it takes
to drive me insane with grief
the strangeness is
that falling tear is not on mine
but your face.

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If I was to cry an ocean

If I was to cry an ocean,
and fill it with my tears
would you swim its salty waves
would you sail its curvy heights.
My grief says yes, my heart cries no,
how can I hurt so much,
when your so far,
and wont return.

I'm a great fan of poetry - keep posting. I always read though I may not comment further unless requested to.

The Fireplace

As I stare into the fire
and think of all I've done.
The dreams that turned to ashes,
the hopes that died in flames,
and all I held dear swept away.
I see myself anew, rising from the ashes;
the phoenix soaring above his past.
Reborn through fire, I stand firm.
Towards the future I gaze
and tear my eyes from the embers of my past.

Yeah, beautiful work mate.

What is that sound I hear,
in the distance
a faint call that stirs my soul
and answer it I must.

But how far will one travel
for a single cry
a call in the dark of lonilness
a relief in the time of night.

To the end of the earth and beyond
to the stars in the heaven above
just to hear that sound again.

The sound of, "I love you."

Somehow the words "bloody excellent stuff" don't even slightly cover it but that's the best i can do.

Good on ya Greywolf !

S.D.

Silver eyes

I see you staring
at me.

Why is it you stare?
Why is it, I fear?

My words stumble
like a drunken man;

my eyes betray me.

How do I say the words?
I want you to hear.

I can't breathe in your presence
I can't speak.

I may be the first man
to die

from choking on love.

Nice

cool man.

I feel raindrops on my head

They fall
fall
fall

with a pitter
patter

I hear raindrops
falling
again and again

The puddles in the street
swish
and splash

as the quiet ripples
dance in waves

I see raindrops
falling

Cool gray raindrops
Salty raindrops from Silver Eyes

all I feel is sorrow
and raindrops.

Asheron, Asheron bold was he
who led the men of Mountain's Leah
His stead was swift upon the ground,
his sword was sharp his shield was round.
Over hill and through the dale,
at his call the foe grew pale.
Scarlet Bird of Doom sweeps down,
his beating heart vengeance bound.

For fair was Mountain's Leah of old
rich in beauty and in gold.
Its men were strong, its women fair
with sea-green eyes and raven hair.
The pass was guarded to no avail,
for in strode hundreds decked in mail.
They burned the town, razed the field
and slaughtered all who would not yield.

And in the ashes, Asheron stood,
delayed while hunting in the wood.