The clouds danced,
Conjuring winds of destruction.
That blew across the wastelands.

Dark skies,
Ebony abd silver hues of light.
Rolling thunder,
Within the eye.
Of the storm.

They were powerful back in the day,
That day of the destructing man.

Magnitudes of power,
Rapidly increasing.
This a dark day,
For thee.

Beware thee eye,
Sense your demise and dance,
Until heavens cry.

The fields of gold
Sway in the breeze
Forests of green
Inhabited by fairies

The woodland creatures bow
Before the fairies and the trees
Who always did provide
The food,the way,the means

All did bow in homage
To the ones who rode the breeze
Fire breathing flyers
Did never burn their trees

Ominous full of mystery
These giants who fire did they breathe
Were once as plentiful as the trees
Now only do they live on
In history and in dreams

Trust thy soul,
Remember the hole.

Draw thy sword,
Look upon thy Foreshadowing,
Tragic demise.

Duel me ghoul of zeal.
Thou shalt despise.
Thy reel.

Relinquish dark arts,
Pursue my soul...
I will destroy those around you,
Leaving you alone.

Now draw thy sword,
You blasphemic necromancer.
You will perish.
Within the fire.

This city of old,
Has the greatest history of all.
Historic, Proud, Archaic.

The wars faught,
Between demons and angels.
Began here.
In heavens tear.

A city in the sky,
With a pictorial glow.
Has ancient words.
For a warrior to hear.

This city is old,
In ruin.

One can only hope,
There's nothing living.

I meander about the countryside,
Coming upon a fishing city.
They call it Riften,
Home of the thieves.

The guard that stopped me,
Persuaded with a shakedown.
I didn't believe him,
And persuaded back with venom.

The gates opened,
Before thy words.
Revealing a peaceful city,
With many souls.

I roam the marketplace,
Searching for supplies.
Before I make my journey.
To Ivarstead.

A man of charm and price,
Spoke with me.
He sought a job to be done.
He asked me?

Break the law!?
Seriously?
He nodded quietly.

I sigh,
Agreeing to do as he asked.
My friend faendal has taught me well
Of thievery.

This dark elf,
A Argonian lizard.
I took the ring to deliver.

Brynjolf spoke of snow elves,
And an elixir.

As I put the ring,
Into Brand-Shei's pocket.
Escaping the shadows.

The task was done,
And he asked me.
To join the Thieves Guild.

When I think of you.
I imagine us forgiving each other.
For the past arguments, the fights.

It fathoms me with desire.
To speak one word..
Just one sweet word,
For you to see that I forgive you..

My heart breaks when I don't hear,
See or feel you near..

When I meander about,
Lost and afraid.
I think of you.

My friend,
You are far away..
I wish you were near.
Please live..
Your life fully..

Farewell...

My mind is swirling
These thoughts aren't mine
Where did they come from
When did I cross this line

Aloneness rattles
Like an old rusty cage
When did I lose everything
Who turned that page

Life like a book
Is full of new chapters
Some full of sadness
Some full of laughter

This new chapter open
The old chapter closed
I'm lost in this moment
The clock hands have froze

I'm in control
Of my own destiny
The anchor chains broken
Going forward through the sea.

Poetry is expression of self,
but it is not one a major
social network, it is here
this peaceful place of nice people

Self expression with words,
not with some stupid Facebook
status or a tweet, not a tumblr
or Google-plus, just Hello poetry


this place is amazing,
full of life, full of hope
full of.....writers
so why can't we expand this site?

Let people know its here
let the masses know that you
can express yourself through writing
wouldn't it be amazing

to wake up and log on
and see all your friends
do something productive
and fun like post a poem
not a half naked pic