Thanks Reeka. [img]smile.gif[/img] (I'm anti-rhyming for myself, anyway. [img]tongue.gif[/img] )

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IF I WERE A WANDERING BREEZE....

if i were a wandering breeze
would you pay me heed

would you note my caress upon your face
and how i gently put your hair out of place?

would you breathe deep the spring time scent i carry
and the song of birds ringing clearly?

would you stop and hold a moment dear
a moment of peace crystal clear?

would you try to fllow me as i wander past
wishing for our moment to last?

would you climb atop the tallest of trees
and listen as i play in the leaves?

would you call my name with passion when i falter
hold my hand and encourage me further?

would you watch as i dance with the clouds in the sky
wonder at the beauty seen by your mortal eye?

would you delight at the butterflies i hold aloft
take joy in the magic i have wrought?

if i were a wandering breaze
would you think of me?

Pretty good, RevRuby. I like

"would you note my caress upon your face
and how i gently put your hair out of place?"

ty attalus!!! it's not my best but i guess that's what i get for being hormonal and emotional.

Very nice, RevRuby, yes I liked the line Attalus mentioned as well. [img]smile.gif[/img] Pretty descriptions.

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shameless slef promoting! no one will read my new poem if it's on the second page!

*bump* for RevRuby's poem as well. ;)

I've brainstormed out some ideas for my novel, hopefully I'll get something up, here or OUAP, for critique. [img]smile.gif[/img]

Here is mine! :D :D :D

Heh, warning: bitchy mode, references to Legend of Zelda, and generally, me being a meany :D

we are blessed by the gods
the night has our blessing
walking around fate's circle
playing around with fire's gambling power
mystery and intrigue embrace the bodies that are frozen
frozen with naivety and fantasy
it is time that we are bound to different desires and affections
time to bloom and grow into something more desirable and affectionate
to make booming fantasies and wishes to reality
it is time to take my hand
and receive maturity's gifts and wisdom's graces
take my hand
as we fly to forever's height

this poem is based on the birth of my son, who weighed 1lb and 14 1/2 ounces when he was born he was small enough that you hand would cver his whole body, and you could see inside of him through his skin. do not fret he is alive and well now


A poem for my hero


When he was born
they said he would die
he was so small
and could bearly cry

when i first saw him
it broke my heart
never did i hold him
and it tore me apart

I stayed by his side
as long I dared
to whisper his name
in song and prayer

as the weeks grew longer
he slowly grew older
from August to December
he was a brave soldier

I spoke his name
to him everyday
and translated his name
as brave beyond praise

he has grown to be four
but the pain we still share
for every day is a trial
and is used with great care