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Carved in glaze and wicked grin
It stands in front of you
Behold beauty and darkness divine
Reflects you like a shining light
Who is this i may say
Proud, drinking wine, champagne
I'm great i've achieved it!
Knowing the lies inside
Grieving sorrow and revenge
Lacking all my friends
But all i am looking at is beauty!
My face so pure
So kind... so rich..
But lurking in tunnels of misery!
The devil had said that i had done the right
So i left the word there without a Fight
Doubting somewhere in my soul....
And my love had seen where i had been
Too far than too close.

Busy with my self
Shining eyes, sparkling glaze
Satisfied me and then haunted
Now here i was sad
To realize that its too bad
Too loose all the other things i had ever wanted.

To begin with is the love and heart
Which already had been apart
The day that the devil came to me
And on second thoughts
I almost forgot
What me myself was meant to be
And now i got the second chance
With all the will in my bare hands
I broke the face of misery...
It broke with a shatter
And then i had gathered
What happiness meant to be.
Allow me to linger here in my time of sorrow
Where the birds songs are sweet and endless
Where I can sing back to them until we sing a new song
Where the yellow light warms my spirit
and restores my strength to walk again into your broken kingdom
Where I can lay in the leaves, the clean grass and speak with you
as I my eyes admire the late afternoon sky in the gaps of the treetops
The deer and stag will not flee, rather they will lead me
It is really you, my Saviour leading me, asking me to leave my place of comfort
of meditation, of zen, of peace,
so that I can return to the battle refreshed.
The songs of the birds carry me on
They sing for me as I leave the haven
A song of strength, a song of endurance.
In my time of need, I am welcome to return to my special place
The forest where I can cry. The forest where I can praise.
Created and reserved for me and my Father.
May we meet again,
Hoping my heart is immune
to falling in love with you,
all over again.
I have sealed the past with peace.
Under her dark veil she wrung her hands.
"Why are you so pale today?"
"Because I made him drink of stinging grief
Until he got drunk on it.
How can I forget? He staggered out,
His mouth twisted in agony.
I ran down not touching the bannister

And caught up with him at the gate.
I cried: 'A joke!
That's all it was. If you leave, I'll die.'
He smiled calmly and grimly
And told me: 'Don't stand here in the wind.' "
While The Flowers Bloom,
The Sun Greets The Newborn Leaves,
And Sings With The Birds

                         In The Dawning Light
              Butterflies Dance In Spring's Breeze
                           Oh How They Soar


                                                     *In The Noonday Sun
                                       Robins Scuttle In Lush Grass
                                           Grass Which Is Knee High


                          
As Dusk Approaches
             Crickets Clear Their Throats To Sing
                          While The Moon Rises

*As The Stars Awake,
The Nocturnal Creatures Stir,
An Eerie Howl Sounds
Can You Tell I'm Excited For Spring?
She found love after—
Drowning in dry beds then rose,
  .  .  .  Waters upwelling.
It may be impossible to perfectly portray,
How joyfully you walked the meadow away.
To sit against your reading tree on a beautiful day,
Oh, the words of love I could not bring myself to say.

How close might we have grown?
If in that moment I had known,
To kneel, to beg God to postpone --
An illness unseen, a fate unknown.

As your head -- fell to rest,
I thought no other could be so blest.
As to nap in the place they loved best,
Though your heart lay idle inside your chest.

There, in the meadow - beside your tree,
Is where I placed a rose for thee.
For it was your favorite place to be,
And where I keep you in my memory.

When you came near I always fled,
My heart felt love, while my brain saw red.
And now my hands hold my head,
'I love you, my lovely dead'...
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In the Meadow by Nathan Elliott Stephen Green
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there is a cemetery in my heart
a sanitarium in my head
a trailerpark in my soul
lead paint on my toes
arms scared the accident I lost it in
my life is gone
my dreams have ended
my everything is through
all goals aborted
a tornado straight through my soul
I was too crazy for the sanitarium to control
The lobotomy couldn’t save me
It rains in the cemetery of my heart
I’d give anything to go back to the start
Before the world ended
Before this war started
Back when back when my heart had silver lining
And my brain was still sane
When my soul was a mansion, and I was out of room to gain
When my dreams and ambitions
Were far beyond fame
Back before I realized we are all insane
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