#nerilia - Hello Poetry

Keep your catty heart in the cold chest of yours. Wipe out the tears made of iron. With an ivory on the wall carve my name - if you can, inbuilt it, if you can, with a piece of an fading memory. Throw it away, if you can, in the traces of the ocean waves. Ghost of an caged memory in an amber. The time can not touch it. The ocean can not wash it away. He is left to sleep in an sandglass long time ago. A catty heart - cold hands on the wall. Eyes - gazing in the wistful silence Thoughts - drown in the ocean Knees - on the floor they're leaning Heart - left to burn in the fire, In the blue flames Tears of molten iron With an ivory my name on the wall has been carved, to remind has been left In the traces of the ocean waves his mind is wandering in an sandglass

0

Feb 9, 2019

Feb 9, 2019 at 12:55 PM UTC

neriliavexedis

Memory Made Of An Ivory

Keep your catty heart in the cold chest of yours. Wipe out the tears made of iron. With an ivory on the wall carve my name - if you can, inbuilt it, if you can, with a piece of an fading memory. Throw it away, if you can, in the traces of the ocean waves. Ghost of an caged memory in an amber. The time can not touch it. The ocean can not wash it away. He is left to sleep in an sandglass long time ago. A catty heart - cold hands on the wall. Eyes - gazing in the wistful silence Thoughts - drown in the ocean Knees - on the floor they're leaning Heart - left to burn in the fire, In the blue flames Tears of molten iron With an ivory my name on the wall has been carved, to remind has been left In the traces of the ocean waves his mind is wandering in an sandglass

25

Cover my body with a sheets made of silk Imagine me walking amongst the daffodils Under a silver moon light Lie there and watch Hear the wolf's howling Watch me coming to you and ask "Shall we sleep or shall we sing Or we shall weep for those whom are no longer here? " You said nothing, my dear. You took my hand and quietly said "I'll play for you the song you've always wanted to hear." The man was holding his harp next to his chest and quietly his fingers the strings embraced. He closed his eyes and played. "What a beautiful song, I have never listened" - I said, "That it made me forget.. that I should let the man with the harp go away." "Wake up, wake up!" - the man said, holding my hand. I heard his voice in my head: "It's just a dream." "What a sad dream... " - I though, "Such a sad poem I wrote", "What a distant memory of a melody..."

0

Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 10:33 AM UTC

neriliavexedis

The man with the harp... part I

Cover my body with a sheets made of silk Imagine me walking amongst the daffodils Under a silver moon light Lie there and watch Hear the wolf's howling Watch me coming to you and ask "Shall we sleep or shall we sing Or we shall weep for those whom are no longer here? " You said nothing, my dear. You took my hand and quietly said "I'll play for you the song you've always wanted to hear." The man was holding his harp next to his chest and quietly his fingers the strings embraced. He closed his eyes and played. "What a beautiful song, I have never listened" - I said, "That it made me forget.. that I should let the man with the harp go away." "Wake up, wake up!" - the man said, holding my hand. I heard his voice in my head: "It's just a dream." "What a sad dream... " - I though, "Such a sad poem I wrote", "What a distant memory of a melody..."

20

There's blood on the ground Eyes half open Trembling hands holding the dagger Blinded mind Did the sin Now is prisoned in an ocean shell Say 'Farewell' See what you have done Seal it in your soul. Better soon be gone With the morning mist You must. Leave her dying Paint your wistful heart with traces of red There's blood on the ground In a silent room And a wound in her chest Her body already gone cold, left to rest With the morning mist you disappeared.

0

Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 8:25 AM UTC

neriliavexedis

Sins

There's blood on the ground Eyes half open Trembling hands holding the dagger Blinded mind Did the sin Now is prisoned in an ocean shell Say 'Farewell' See what you have done Seal it in your soul. Better soon be gone With the morning mist You must. Leave her dying Paint your wistful heart with traces of red There's blood on the ground In a silent room And a wound in her chest Her body already gone cold, left to rest With the morning mist you disappeared.

21