Oops, I accidentally submitted my above post, wasn't done yet.
I am amazed and pleasantly surprised. Some of the poems on here are really good. You go, guys and girls!
As mentioned in the above post, I started up a poetry site, just a few weeks ago, and would love to see some of you share your words with other poets. My poetry site has a core of 6 experienced poets who help others with their writing. We mostly concentrate on formal poetry (ballades, sonnets, metric verse etc..), but also do free verse.
My first book of poetry will be published in 2006, it is a collection of my poems which have been published over the past year by Parker productions intl.
Here's a sample..
Of Silhouettes And Diadems - Crown of Petrarchn sonnets.
S1
His restless spirit mirrors eagle’s flight,
a trace of spills and slopes beyond the nest.
He follows sunsets over lofty crests,
with word-strung bribes to bait the fading light,
but armadillos stir and claim the night.
Two callused hands exhibit marks of test,
rough journeys wind ‘round armistice and quest;
each cobbled path sustains this stalwart knight.
Lone days lie grooved by tremors of his stride,
thin moss will tell he’s paused too many times
to glance at ruined bulwarks mortals made.
He’s found declining ancient stone and cried,
a past is woven inside briar’s climb;
adorned with carmine roses, epics fade.
S2
Adorned with carmine roses, epics fade-
their fragrance slips between his cradled hands
and nestles deep beneath the timberland.
Tall chestnuts patch the trails ahead with shade,
a blemished carpet routing his crusade
in arches only knights can understand.
Faint sunrays kindle soil in clustered strands,
and sparkling walkways open toward the glade.
The marble angels wait in single queue,
they watch his wary pace confirming doubt;
he walks across the pansy-coated squares-
a tranquil scene of yellow hugging blue.
While pleas insist to soar beyond the clouds,
far heavens hold his citadel of prayer.
S3
Far heavens hold his citadel of prayer
in destined winds that twirl effulgent skies;
a peaceful glade awaits, dismissing whys.
Tall brambles sway to ease his view- she’s there,
her smiles dapple blush on timid stares.
He learns from tiny lines around her eyes
that life engraved a breach of countless sighs,
though slender fingers sealed the seams with care.
Between ascending eglantines she sits,
resplendent trestles wreath her agate throne
while flowers drip ambrosia on the ground.
Her voice descends through hedge’s thrifty slits,
vibrations dwell in pores of leaves and stone;
soft welcome frames the silence all around.
S4
Soft welcome frames the silence all around,
no brush can paint a picture of this place
for colors never match the tints of grace.
She talks about the seasons- green to brown-
how time, enmeshed in nature’s slipping gowns,
will birth relentless hardships mortals face.
As answers drift like clement stars in space,
she gently holds her knight till twilight frowns.
On brittle burlap sheets the night has strewn,
two silhouettes succumb to passion’s yearn
in tender promenades of breath on skin.
Forever seeks the hand that crafted moons
while moments sneak between surrounding fern;
they tempt the dawn but keep their stars within.
S5
They tempt the dawn but keep their stars within,
for sunlight’s open arms are bound to show
two pilgrims tracing paths of fate below.
‘My princess- day we’ve conquered, night we’ve been,
in firmaments our souls connect as kin.’
‘Please kneel and touch the poppy seeds I sow,
as both we shall return to scarlet glow;
may footprints join when winter’s armor thins.’
‘My knight, walk safely through tomorrow’s whims,
recall celestial gifts that bear my name;
assume the robe of faith, exalting kings.’
‘When nature molds its vernal chords to hymns,
the sounds will tremble memories we claim
in blossom’s dance around the fairy rings.’
S6
In blossom’s dance around the fairy rings
Those words have gilded every trail of need,
while star-embroidered nights could only plead
for moonlit strips of bark announcing spring.
New skies erase the snowflakes winter brings,
each flower reaches light beyond its seed.
Among forget-me-nots and sprouting weeds,
her grave is flanked by angel’s marble wings.
A diadem- such gentle smile of pearls-
pours crescent sheen upon this peaceful tomb
where desiccated orchids kiss the gray.
Too soon to watch red poppy buds unfurl,
her journey folded inside early bloom;
the princess added grace to God’s bouquet.
S7
The princess added grace to God’s bouquet,
but earthly reminiscence still adheres
to tender rains that mark the glade with tears.
A knight bends down before her stone and prays;
in elegies that paint her lustrous days,
he softly cradles words she’ll never hear.
Each wind that scatters warmth will bring her near,
and breathe her name when firmaments delay.
Her banter ruffled boughs in forest’s core;
still holding joy these winsome laughs would send,
the trees shed crystal leaves, dispersing light.
An opus penetrates from distant shores,
to seal her epitaph- ‘for you, dear friend.’
His restless spirit mirrors eagle’s flight…
Copyright © by Chris W. , 2004
