Poems – The Great & The Small

[Niluial]

I am a poem person.... I LOVE poems! Here are some of my favourites:

Fairies - by April Elizabeth

The moon has risen the sun has gone,
The fairies come out one by one.
The stars light their way through the weary night.
They must get prepared for their untimely flight.
The winter has come much too soon.
They must flee this night, by the light of the moon.

The days are cold, the nights just as bad.
The fairies have lost what they once had.
The warmth of the sun, the breeze of the night,
Now they are desperate, fleeing by flight.

About the Poem (Fairies)

This is a poem that is a representation of people and their fears and thoughts. When we as people get uncomfortable or scared we have a tendency to run. This is what my poem represents.

[Niluial]

Stars - by Midnight

lazy days
lonely nights
looking for a lonely star
who'd keep me company

looking at the widespread sky
being me a lonely soul
gazing at the moon so bright
making wishes `pon a star

a blow of breeze
to animate
the freezing scene

so the strings of white gold ribbons
seem to tease the lonely moon
because it is standing still
and they are free to move

"twinkle twinkle little star . . . "
I used to sing when I was young
now I've grown but still today
" . . . how I wonder what you are"

lying down upon the meadows
dream of flying up so high
reach the stars, sit on the moon
dancing ballet with the clouds

A note from the author(Stars)

I love watching the stars at night, and on this particular night, I felt very lonely, and the only company I had were the stars, so I felt like being part of the scene, sky, stars, clouds. I was really amazed by the beauty of it all.

[Lossentilien]

I've been meaning to come clutter up your nice tidy poetry thread for quite some time now. So here I am. And here are some poems I love-

Solitude
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow ailses of pain.

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A Dream Within A Dream
Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?


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Room For Sanity
Amy someone...

The clouds gather within my mind,
Obscuring my view of the light.
I cannot help but try to fight
This deep and dark descending night.

I know this room, I've walked this place,
A minute's time, a moment's space.
As reason runs from me in haste
I allow myself a little taste.

It's vaste, heartbreaking, forever sweet -
This Hell that causes sense to meet
With insatiable and tender heat
And cover sanity like a sheet.

It envelops me and now I know
What it took you so long to show:
The Moon will rise, the wind will blow,
And love - forever it shall grow.

I feel a change beneath the floor,
Snow-covered hills begin to thaw.
The waves slowly return to shore
And everything makes sense once more.

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That's all for now.
If anyone's interested in Edgar Allan Poe, read The Pit and the Pendulum it's disturbing, but brilliant.