Winter Poetry
As the sun shoots its hot rays at an angle to the northern
hemisphere, the cold northern breaths numb the back of our necks with
shivering upkicks of excitement for the Holiday season, or perhaps the low voices
and slow movements of dark clouds hum over the image of an icy moon and freeze
the tears on the faces of the lonely, our pens sketch recklessly during these
solemn months. Poems, dribblings of thought, and premature images drip from
our imaginations like melting snow. Below, you can read some of the writings
that have been inspired by this winter in Cloud City, and you can submit your
own poems to share with those others who have frozen hearts, or warm hopes. Anyone
at all is free to submit.... enjoy...
The Poems
"Wind Mime" by Fairlight
Heather waves, capped by a florid crown,
Shadows of clouds pass slowly,
Drunk on sunlit charm.
The strip mine lies west, hidden by woodland,
Where a sound swims,
Caressed by colder air.
Filtered sun through canopy breaks,
To a clearing aglow with whispers,
A chiming dissonance haunts.
Recall the past, without fact or detail,
Airs to a moment yet to come,
A chance of lost sobriety.
Eight bars of silver gold, hung from a branch,
Calling for passage to nowhere,
A memory of a window's view,
A wind mime, caught by light.
"Untitled" by Seraph
winter's time
sifts slowly
through splintered skies
and my heart is a pearl
made of silence
and a grain of summer
"The Storm" by silverangel
Thunder rumbles like an earthquake
Lightning electrofies the sky
The glass of my windows rattles relentlessly
As the wind whips the snow around
Etching it on my window
I haven't felt warmth for hours now
Civilization comes grinding to a hault
Because of a storm
So i sit around
Staring at my walls
Just a mound under a pile of blankets
"Winter Child" by Cassiope0a DeVine
You said you never wanted me
And made me feel a thousand times.
I wanted your love so desperately
But you would have me work deep in the old mines.
On a cold December's morn
You gave me life, so I was born.
I had been thrown into this world.
I got your blue eyes, mother.
And the black of your skin, father.
And like both of you, my hair was curled.
With blue eyes I saw spring's May,
But no word to me you would say.
I lay in my cradle close to the lake
And would scream for you, for god's sake.
On a cold December's morn
You gave me life, so I was born.
I had been thrown between the both of you.
I was the accident of a passionate night.
And when I came to see light
You were not prepared what to do.
Innocently I saw August's brightest sun
And never felt a caressing hand.
I would cry, away you would run
To bath and swim and play in the sand.
On a cold December's morn
You gave me life, so I was born.
I had been thrown to be alone.
I could not crawl, neither talk.
And for things never learned to walk.
All the time I had to be on my own.
With an open heart I saw November fall.
And with it I saw the last of all
My memories of you. Trying to escape the pain
When you had left me lonely in the rain.
On a cold December's morn
You gave me life, so I was born.
I had been thrown like a fall's leaf.
Finally I understood the world I lived
In. And my parents' world(a great gift!).
For now it rules grief.
With January's eyes I saw the white blanket.
And my funeral procession by my parents was led.
Their whole 'family' was there at the banket
To celebrate that I am dead.
"The American Dream" by Tom Violence
Land between two
oceans.
Mysterious, open country.
Shit fields and smoke machines.
What is America?
Who is America?
Far-reaching, forever out
of grasp, in front
of man.
The truth of living.
The meaning of happiness.
Striving for something
in the darkness.
This is existence.
This is The American Dream.
"Eye-Mind" by Tom Violence
Waves of thought, action
Influx of colors, sounds.
All in one instant, no computer
can compare with the eye-mind.
No souless mass of steel
and electricity.
Pain is not real for the
eye-mind, only chaos and
extasy. These are the lifeblood.
The window closes and all
is washed away, to be
reborn instances from now.
Over and over, the cycle
of the eye-mind is forever.
"A World Lost" by Lou Fiorino
Daring to dream dreams undreamt
inspired by a sweet gentle soul
I let myself reach to new heights
not afraid to fall, no fear at all
I press forward into each new day
Each and every morning
searching for new ways
to express my gratitude
to let you know
how very special you are
Allowing myself to feel
all the feelings long thought irretrievably lost
to a long period of indifference
and watching as parts of me
slowly faded away and died
Night and day, day and night
do you roam through my every thought
dancing your dance, doing your magic
playfully whisking away all the sources
of my stress and strife, restoring my thirst for life
No longer content to be a spectator
watching as so much passes me by
now actively pursuing my birthrights
dignity, contentment, happiness, love
making unhindered grasps at the brass ring
A world long thought lost, now restored...
a death row reprieve just before hope was abandoned...
a deep desire to be and to stay inspired
and to share the joy of this new found zest for life
to all of these precious gifts will I cling evermore.
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