At 1/15/05 11:27 AM, XwaynecoltX wrote:
heh i like it... it has good meaning and abit of humor, but is realistic, notbad at all...
Thanks!
At 1/15/05 12:39 PM, ramagi wrote:
Myst_Williams nice writing.
Thanks Also!
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Here is another, this one is about a month old, but i thought i'd post it anyway. Hope you guys like it. It is very metaphorical ,so for those who arn'e quite used to picking apart poems, it might take a couple reads.
Life-Like
Free Verse
By, K. Myst Williams
In the midst of change to spring,
The petals unfold and tear;
Nature begins to sing.
Bodies calm and still,
First breath begins to fill;
The sun pokes fun at the horizon;
First light, burns first vision.
When the waters flow,
Darkness shows and moonlight grows.
With every swallow,
Courage fades and light decays.
Drowning, purpose is made.
Dismayed, you have your fears,
But do your fears have you?
Life is like the runes, historic and old,
But frail with the ground always cold.
Flowing images within a stream,
A ripple, a rock; not all is at it seems.
Time stills, a thrill, a nightmarish fiend.
Your nose begins to bleed.
Your heart begins to seize.
Your life begins to need, satisfactory.
The clouds above mold and shape,
Imagination roars in late.
The height, the light, and the beautiful sights;
Dreams do conquer, but wishes only fight.
Replenish your soul, replenish your mind;
All in all, you’ll be pleased with what you find.
Life is like the heart, working hard and fast,
But in the end, the benefits last.
Fresh eyes in new blue skies
Look deep in embrace.
As the mutual wind leaves a sigh,
First kiss has a knowing taste.
Clouds above pure and white;
Daylight, you love the one,
And the one loves you.
Past the dawn and back to dusk,
The sun wilts, and the sky begins to adjust.
Waters cool to an evening chill;
Day feels flush, time back to nil.
The arms of trees rest alongside;
The end, subtle, life before one’s eyes.
Flowers turn-in until another season’s tide.
Life in a line is hard to explain,
Even for a poets tongue.
Right or wrong, happy or upset,
Life is God’s poem for love.