The mist clouded my sight The dress I wore was white I was lost I could tell So, I followed the **** of the tower bell The wind swooshed past my face It was a mystifying maze I was cold All I had was the warmth of your love My hair was damp You switched on the table lamp The branches creaked Under my feet. At some distance the water cascaded The trees in front of me faded The insects were buzzing The paper on your nightstand were rustling The woods whispered The birds no longer chirped I am still looking for peace. Our photo frame on the mantelpiece. You burned it down I tripped on the frozen ground. I knew I was losing you I could no longer feel you. The scratches on my elbow and knees The frost on the leaves. I feel like I’ve heard and seen this before I cannot take it anymore. These sounds are noise to my ears. All I see are my fears. They screamed at me monstrously I can’t handle this cacophony.
This poem is a depiction of my life created in an imaginary setting of a forest. I have lost my way. And there are scary sounds that surround me. The only thing that keeps me moving forward is the warmth of my lover's love. However, things get bad for me when my lover destroys picture of us and that is when I can no longer feel that love. And I stumble on my path and fall hard onto the ground. My inner demons disguised as the woods overpower me and I can not take it anymore.
Windshield wipers beat in my ears Wish, whoosh, wish, whoosh... Black clouds forming outside My car tell the world to shush For the storm is approaching And the rain is going to swoosh Me away if I am not careful.
Thud Thud, The Boots of Warriors thunder onto the Boat. Crash, Waves bang against the mighty longship. Boom Boom, under the Jarls orders the drums of war sound. Bang Bang, The mighty ships land on scottish shores. ***** *****, Viking Mail and shields clash with the Claymores of Highlanders Bam, Bam, The chieftain and the Jarl do battle. Bounce, the Jarl deflects the massive sword with his steel shield. Whoosh, the Jarl has fallen to the ground, Will a sword clash with the Chieftains or does the Jarls Saga end in Valhalla.
Just a poem i wrote in school, it won an award for the best onomatopoeia poem in the class
Have you ever noticed that when you do something brave– Something rattling, Something that makes your heart bounce, Something that steals the breath right out of your lungs– That the world keeps spinning? Time doesn't stand still, It ticks on, Passing by, Moment after moment. The earth keeps the feeling of invincibility just out of reach After you've tasted one drop. People don't acknowledge it the way you think they will. That moment is gone in a few whispering breaths, And it is forgotten by all but you.
You wish to Drip and Drop Then to Splish and Splash But when you get there It is nothing but Zip and Zap When they all enter The room And Lub and Dub Appear out of nowhere And we hear Nothing but Swish and Splat And we embrace Every star That was once So far And you have found A brand new Drip and Drop For with no scream You Splished and Splashed Your last