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Tempest
Listening to the wind sing,
I watch clouds form a ring,
A storm begins to brew,
as the sky becomes anew.
Thunder rolls in,
demanding to be heard,
the storm starts to begin.
Everything becomes unfettered. -
Constellations?
The stars I notice first
will always have my heart.
Though, I take no part
in finding constellations.
I’ll always look for the ones
I see first, on a new moon night,
when nothing but the stars' light -
A Sea of Mysteries
Wishes made on a shooting star,
Don't always come true.
Though, I am a dreamer,
Discourage finds its way to me.
Except, when I look up at the sea-
of stars, I am reminded of the unknown. -
An Inferno Storm
Looking up at the sky,
I think of how blue,
It looks to me.
Clouds begin to roll in,
As I let out a sigh,
From where I stand, it’s true-
The sky is blue, but far from the sea- -
Enchanted
Two complete opposites,
one as bright as the sun,
the other as peaceful as the moon.
Though they're almost never together,
when they meet, the sky becomes anomalous.
The moon, blocking the sun's blazing light, -
Challenges!
Zodiac Sign
Choose a zodiac sign at random and write a poem (or any other form of art) about that certain sign!
Favorite Song
Loves
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Samhain (Sow-in)
It was the night,
whence two worlds collide.Samhain.
When spirits cross into our realm,
Causing mischief,
Spreading lies. -
The King of Nothing
A solemn tap and whisper warms the winter air.
Only his heir had long gone, the night turned dark and cruel.
So to be sure they are alone,
A ghastly sight of his highness rises from his throne. -
The Raven (inspired by Edgar Allan Poe)
Sulking on one sunny afternoon,
Laying on a garden bench; feeling at a loss.
Missing the woman he had held.
The girl had been a beauty,
None would suggest otherwise.
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All Songs Never Sung
If you put these words to melody
would they suddenly be known?
my poems played across the world
to an audience that's grown?
I've no melody in mind
only scribbles on a page
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the girls in the graveyard
in the cemetery
blood moon shining brightsomething stirs
a creature of darkness
awaiting its freedomsoon come its priestesses
bringing with them candles, incense,and knives.