I've been writing poetry for a while and have decided that I will start to post some of my stuff. Please comment to let me know what you think of it, whether it be good or bad. Please when commenting actually go into depth and don't just say "that's good" or "I don't like it" Tell me you're reasoning for thinking this way. Thanks and I hope you enjoy my poetry. =D --------------------------------------------------------------------- ~The Great Mothers~
The wind blew, caressing my face tugging at my hair, as if asking me to follow. Then great drops of rain fell from the sky, like tears of sadness wanting me to come. The ground shook, opening a path and leading me to the unknown. Then the clouds draped over the sun, reminding me that I must remain silent. The sweet scent that rose from budding flowers draws me nearer, telling me Iâm close. Then the trees greet me with shaking leaves and waving their branches telling me to enter. The great mother of all things now stood in front of me, looking down and gesturing for me to sit. Then, she did something strange, she told me to shut my eyes and as I did so she held my hands. The sound around me all stopped, and in the silence surrounding me I came to an understanding that in moments I would need. Then I felt a breeze and opened my eyes but what lay in front of me be not the mother, but a moth. The wings stopped fluttering and I knew she was dead, so I did as I must, and took the place she had given me. Then I was young, but now Iâm old and drawing nearer to that day once again. The day is here at last and I have chosen the one that is to follow my steps, another youngling to enter this home. Then she entered, and sat as I had and I took her hands just as mine were taken. Now Iâm the moth returning to the earth, to let another renew this day.
Here's another one. I'm still trying to find the others....
To begin anew, To end the beginning
forevermore flickering down, forevermore rising closer to us. gaining strength throughout dark nights, continuously falling throughout dimming days. drawing closer, the mist is clearing; drowning, the darkness holds a claim to all. learning, gaining, growing; forgetting, failing, dying. gleeful to look, to find; dreading the results of a successful search. seeking an answer, it will come; it has come. sun rises in the beginning, the light ends when darkness takes hold. the sisters have seeds, of green, of black. planted together, prosperously growing to green. sickness takes over, the plague turns black on all. as it arrive, leave the same. two parts, before and after. uncomprehendable, inevitable, and dangerously forgotten. green sister first, sister in black last. one prospers, as the other fails. locked my green until the day dies, when all life stales, and light ceases to exist anymore. a single spark grows to flame, as it must, the flame will die. all will wither away; cold, barren, resolute. peaceful, restful. fulfilling it's promise to start again.
I like your poetry! It's very good, flows well, although some lines fall out of rhyme. But a good idea would be to put enter in between lines and break it up into stanzas because your poems turned out like a WALL O TEXT. Just so it would be a bit easier on the eyes. And how did I not notice you before? You're a gold duchess, you can't be new. Were you inactive for a while or something?
Yes I have been inactive for almost all of this summer. My parents wouldn't let me on because I was busy with school. But yea I plan on, once I find where I put them, posting my other poems like that. I wasn't really thinking of doing that when I had first posted. And thanks for the complement. Within the next week I'll probably have some more stuff up here.
What is this dampness with musty air, soaking through the depths of the Earth. What is this mist clinging to my hair, and shimmering on the leaves. What is this sweet nectar, dripping from you blossoming clouds, nourishing all around me. The rivers rush with excitement, and the winds blows with delight; then, it all seeps to a stop. And as the last gust of air drifts by me it whispers into my ear a precious secret, one that I'll never forget. It's that all this wonder around me is a mothers tears; more commonly known as a spring rain.
