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AutumnI can think of nothing
Which so inspires
A surge of creativity
Like nature on fire-
Autumn colors
In all their fantastic glory,
The trees like flames
And bringing stories
Into my head
About such beauty-
To appreciate this,
Our gift, our duty.
The wind picks up
The fragile leaves,
An autumn rainbow
Creeping up the trees.
The air is crisp
And chills the bone;
The breeze sways the oaks,
And the pines begin to moan.
Boots crunch the colors,
All vibrant autumn shade;
In reds, oranges, and browns,
The world seems to soften and fade.
Shoulders shiver
Underneath the rising cold;
The sky clears
And becomes a tawny gol

Immortal HeartHe serves overseas,
His name on her tongue
And safety on her mind
Wherever she goes.
She thinks of him daily
And scribbles short poems
He will never be able to read-
War is a terrible thing.
She thinks of silly rhymes,
Her lonely heart spilling
On weathered pages to express
A love she has never before known.
She tries to force herself
To send them all, surely
A package he would be surprised
And glad to receive.
She stores them in her attic
For the day he returns home;
She thinks maybe then
She can find the will to show
Him what she has been doing
Besides counting the slow days
Until his scheduled return.
She knows

Who I AmWeakness, Trust, Betrayal;
Compassion, Pain, Desire-
Sweet memories,
You've made me
Who I am today.
No regrets-
Just my thanks.

Girl Behind the Make UpMy daughter did my make up today-
She is four and home
From her first day of school;
My blush is of purple lipstick,
But she loves to “make me pretty”,
And my husband cannot help but laugh
Or say we are the prettiest girls
That he has ever seen.
My daughter did my make up today-
She is eight and home
From a fun day at school;
Princess pink lip gloss is smeared
Over my mouth and chin,
The bubble gum flavor all I can sense-
Yet she gets neater with it every day,
And my husband praises her steady hand.
My daughter did my make up today-
She is twelve and home
From a hard day in junior high;
My mascara is purposefully everywhere
As i

Unforgiving HeartCome-hither eyes,
Your whispered lies,
My withered cries-
What you do to me!
No way to deny
You, no way to not cry
Or stop asking why-
Won't you set me free?
You know I'm a fake-
That I don't have what it takes
To leave slumber and wake
To a world I will never understand;
I gave your impatient wait
What you wanted, I your bait
To beat the odds but all you gave was hate-
Such a cold, unfeeling man.
You set my heart ablaze;
I only thought of you every day
And all the special ways
You had of making me smile;
I listened closely to all you had to say,
To be your slave I even prayed
Just to keep your wants at bay-
Was I ever

Be for MeBrave the storm,
And brave the sea-
Brave the turbulence
That is me;
Fight the battles
Each and every day-
Then you will be able
To brave me, I pray.
Defeat the waves
And silence the thunder-
Stir my heart
And let it skip asunder.
Ride the lightning
And calm lapping crests-
Cause the breath
To escape from my chest.
Be all you can
And be all for me-
Prove each day
That you and I
Can be we.

FallenYou can almost hear it scream-
The sweat on your brow
Falls and lets another live,
But it is too late for the tree
Snapping in two
From the cutter's blade;
Your heart does the same,
The bark breaking mercilessly
Slow after being maimed.
You watch its painful descent
In the sweltering heat of July;
The tree moans
Once it hits the ground,
The warm sap the tears it cries.
How could so many ask
If it even makes a sound?

-Is the LoverQuick is the beat
Of the hearts entwined;
Calm is the woman
So meek and kind;
Strong is the man,
His stare, and embrace;
Red is the blush
Lingering on her face;
Pale is her skin
Underneath his gaze;
Soft is the bed
Where they nightly lay;
Bright is the light
In her young, wide eyes;
Slow are the two
When 'tis time to rise;
Dark is his mood
When alone for long;
Small is his smile
When hearing her song;
Full are her lips
When crushed against his;
Sweet is the taste
Of her parting kiss;
Deep is his laugh
Into her shoulder;
Warm is his breath
When all is colder;
Gold is the sun
In the morning sky;
Black is the night

DistanceDistant souls on fire,
Hands reaching higher
For another to hold,
For a way to grow,
Fingers entwined;
No time to pine,
Spirits fading fast,
Hoping love will last;
Slow beats of the heart
Quicken when far apart,
Cannot stand to be away,
Do not want to stray-
But what is one to do
When forgetting how to say
I love you?

RainbowWe met in the early spring
Under a rainbow's wing;
Talked for hours on a swing-
Love is a beautiful thing.
Love lives and love grows-
A secret everybody knows;
Yet it can also die and go
Away. They told me so
But I was too young to care,
Too in love to share,
Thinking it just wasn't fair.
Now I'm living with a tear
In my heart from pain-
I know things will never be the same;
I have grown to hate the rain
For the rainbow always wanes
Just like love and life-
It cut me like a knife
To know I could never be his wife.
How do I still survive?
We meet where love grows,
His grave buried under snow
In the eyes of every rainbow-

When Love Is LeftThe ground trembles
Underneath their running feet;
It shivers as it hears
The vibrant, drumming beat
Of a separated lover’s heart.
One can hear its mad pounding,
One can feel the desperation
From the way it is pitifully sounding,
Crying to find its lost love.
The heart knows no other song,
Praying the lost will not be gone for long.
The sky sends rain down to the earth,
Its tears of sadness for this lonely heart;
Then clouds clear a path to the sun,
Lighting the way so that
The lovers will not be apart
For a moment more.
The whole world feels its aching,
The grass and clay quaking
In response to the pleading way
One lonely heart cann

KeepMay we fail to cross all the Sands;
Even in each particle or grain,
There should always be some mystery
In the form of unknown lands.
May we never tame the Waters;
They have much to show and teach
From the breaking and violent waves-
Lessons not ours but for sons and daughters.
May we fail to always climb the Mountains
Or reach the snow-covered peaks;
Adventure awaits in the smallest pebble-
But should we just because we can?
May we never clear the Forests,
Beauty in all their enchanted grace;
The oak is strong and has much to share-
A little wild in the wilderness is really best.

But She's So YoungWith knife to her wrist
And blade to her skin,
If she is gone,
Who will possibly win?
The color fades
From her young, round face,
But she hides her sadness-
Not a single trace
Of the tears she sheds
Every day after school;
She thinks she's too weak,
But the world's too cruel.
She wipes hot tears
On the back of her hand
And wonders if any
Could possibly understand
Why she tries
But fails to hide
Her face, too ashamed
Of the countless tears she's cried;
She rates herself
But hates herself
And blames herself
And cries herself
To miserable sleep.
She feels like a fool,
This little, insecure girl
Having to hear she i

EchoHello?
Is there anyone out there,
A single soul,
Someone who might care?
Hello?
I-I don’t know where to go;
Is it only me,
Or is there an echo?
It is all I know to say
While I desperately plead-
Can’t stop pleading-
But I’m also bleeding
In a familiar pain
Synonymous
With loneliness’s name.
Hello?
Why can no one hear my cry?
I feel as if I am going to die
Without ever being heard.
Did I lose my voice
And fail to even realize?
I am growing hoarse,
And I doubt that things
Could get much worse.
Honestly, silence never got me
Very far-but now I see
That screaming my throat sore
Does not do much more;
Why should I bother,

Raven MoonIn the blackest sky this lonely light
Travels the world over the cover of night;
Its blanket the mist that follows its shine,
It acts as a lost wanderer's single sign.
The twinkling stars its only friends,
It is the keeper of the souls of men
Who pray to its grace and beautiful silver
Whether full or gibbous or crescent or sliver.
It is the creation the raven seeks,
Its hate in its breast and bite in its beak;
As black as midnight, it detests the moon,
For it will not be noticed again until noon
Because of the moon's demand to be noticed
Despite the fact the sun may be missed.
The raven wishes it could be as known,
Both so d

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Confined ForeverNailed to my bed,
I am on display;
Confined in its center,
I cannot help but lay
In the desolation,
The turmoil attacking
My innocent, polluted
Mind, the fear backing
Away with each step
That hatred and pain take;
My head resting on trust,
I never want to wake
And discover that it
Is nothing more than mere lies.
I fear for myself,
And every night all I do is cry
Myself to sleep though
I know I must be on my guard
Lest agony and torture
Rip at my skin with shards
Of sharpest glass;
Oh, how I am afraid!
I wish I could forget
Everything that has made
Me who I am today;
But if I follow my heart,
I know that the world wi

InnocentInnocence, gentle cage
From what is displayed,
Lust and pain and rage
Upon your mind will prey
Until your body follows
And crumbles to the ground-
Hearts are snatched, minds swallowed
By the echoes of sinful sounds
In a world desiring to touch,
Desiring to steal what is hidden-
They say it will not hurt much,
But realize what will be given
If innocence cannot withstand.
The world is the captor of souls
Of all-every man and woman;
Without innocence, where is good
And where is the hope and trust
That all the wanting world should
Have, all that it must
In order to survive a single day.
If innocence lives as even a sliver,
On

Dark PlaceHow did I get here?
What have I become?
I wipe away a single tear
And just run-I run
As fast as I possibly can
For a guide to show me
How to be a good woman,
What I am supposed to be
Because I do not believe
It is this-what I am today;
An answer is hard to conceive
On my own in my own way-
But I still have to try
Until someone-anyone can show
Me how not to cry
But how to grow.
"How did I get here?"
I ask myself again;
To fail is a fear,
And I never seem to win
The struggles I fight
Myself, the battles that form
When I doubt what is right
And run in a lightning storm.
This is a dangerous place,
My heart a frightening

Tears?I cried
Under the stare
Of none who seemed to care
But one who stole my gaze and heart.
I loved.
I lived
With a good man
Who made my life complete
Until his final kiss goodbye.
He died.
I cried
Tears of all kinds,
Missing him but knowing
We'd be together again soon.
I died.

When It ComesNothing can be done
When love comes;
Nothing at all matters
When one another flatters
The tugs on the heartstrings,
The notes of joy one sings
When love is found
And spread all around.
The quickening heartbeats
Making man and woman weak
Are dangerous things;
Are wonderful things;
When eyes are captured-
What sweet, merciless rapture.
The downward drag of a kiss-
Such captivating, sudden bliss.
When love comes
Nothing can be done-
Why would anything want to be?
Why even attempt to breathe
Without love in each sigh-
Why ever tell it goodbye?

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by ~SarahMarieWilliamson, Sep 24, 2012, 5:22:54 PM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

I am the black cloud
Floating through the night;
You are the flash of light
Bright and destructive and proud.
I am depression,
Creeping along where you lay;
You are the mischievous play
Smirking without hesitation.
I am doom and strife,
What all pretend to not feel;
You are passion, you are zeal-
You are why I celebrate life.
I am darkness and secrets
Which are best kept unknown;
You are curiosity as it roams
Where others would never step.
I am the darkness,
An ever gloomy ray of sorrow;
Yet you only know to grow,
The air in the lungs filling one's chest.
I am lost-
Am I worth the cost,
You, my deliverer,
To be made loved and sure?
I am small
And can easily fall,
But you are never far behind-
That is what makes you mine.

Mineby ~SarahMarieWilliamson

Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Traditional Fixed Forms

mine

*CarmineDevian Oct 5, 2012 Student Writer

Very emotional and very good written = very very good

~BelaRoseWolf Sep 24, 2012 Student Writer

This is a nice poem!

The similes are good, and I like the style you used here. Great work!

*CarmineDevian Oct 5, 2012 Student Writer

Hiiiiiii Rosiiieeeee

~BelaRoseWolf Oct 5, 2012 Student Writer

Hello Carmie~

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