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Post by wintersnowwolf on Sept 17, 2005 7:27:39 GMT -5
A snow white rose Over ashes and stones Ghosts of poets beneath A cold moon Dreams buried and dead Silently linger so sad Echos of angish and tears When each poet came The battle dared sound No season of freedom exist Gray faces of death For passion of rhyme Single desire to possess Haunted soul in the grave Quiet heart nothing free Poetry consumes my heart Can the dove but cry At the moment of truth At the end of rhyming and breath all comments welcomed
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Post by Elf(...drowning in tears...) on Sept 20, 2005 4:52:28 GMT -5
It has a nice idea,but seems to me that some of the rhymes were forced.Just relax and let your mind fly.......
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Post by - Moirae - on Jul 9, 2006 12:59:26 GMT -5
the heart of you poem shows..but dont force it...like Elf said...just let it flow
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Post by bcoyotey on Jul 24, 2006 22:12:50 GMT -5
Wintersnow, beautiful use of language! Lady B
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Post by waterlily07 on Aug 29, 2006 17:44:25 GMT -5
I like reading this piece, wintersnowwolf. You incorporated a lot into one small poem. Nice job overal.
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Jordan Ash.
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Post by Jordan Ash. on Sept 2, 2006 11:14:51 GMT -5
Thats really powerful for such a short poem. But like the others were saying, just let it flow. It's okay cos I have the same problem lol.
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Mistress Lacey
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Post by lifeart on Oct 5, 2006 21:48:29 GMT -5
A snow white rose Over ashes and stones
really powerful first words.
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