A Collection of Poems
By Amy Laurin
Thou art more alluring and most tasteful.
Neither sea nor stone can keep me afar,
as summer melts thee and dost become wasteful.
The summer is too blazing for thee to survive,
for no amount of money would thee I cheat,
by the chance of winter for thee to thrive.
Thy dark tastefulness soft with summer's heat,
never to lose thy sweet essence, not be scold.
But thy eternal taste dost suffer defeat,
perhaps to freeze thee in thy eternal cold?
Thy extended life is but an amazing feat!
If thy soft existence is remembered,
it dost not matter whether thy be but embers.
a Shakespearian Sonnet
As the sun rises to full golden at noon,
Lord Death prepares to sail on a bold crimson mast,
Unaware, we sleep under a calm blue moon.
Over a wet sky the ship soars,
The sun sets a blood-red hue,
And over the calm water the galley roars,
The moon awakes a deep black and blue.
The sky rains ice and strengthens to a steady pelt,
And moon shines white in the morning to nigh,
As Lord Death approaches sanity begins melt,
And the sun falls, never again to feel the embrace of the sky.
Souls flee, dreams fall, shatter and cry,
The sun and moon become black discs in the sky.
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and ancient spirits come alive.
Life doesn't frighten me.
A forbidden mummy curse,
as someone steals a purse.
Life doesn't frighten me.
A ring of fire,
and a dragon named Pyer.
Life doesn't frighten me.
A wall of stones
hides a bag of bones.
Life doesn't frighten me.
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Radiates from the sun,
Burned by angry throughts of others,
The seer fled to the cold and silent snow,
Piercing into the unknown,
All his dreams were
Cold
Silent
And Stony
Coated with frost and white
Dark caverns and a lone wolf
But that was all he saw
The wolf stayed in his mind.
Find it!
Screamed his mind
Bet you can't!
Seeking deep into the snow,
A whisper echoed
Blood dripped on a trail of white,
A dark caverns,
A dead wolf
Dead hope, long lost
Never to return again.
The Wolf.
(Author's Note on "The Wolf": This Poem came from another poem my friend
wrote and my online screenname. It shows how mortal hope can be and how
fragile it is.)
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The beautiful seams of a quilt,
Always a mistake dwelt.
Nothing gold can last
Cannot keep the cold of age from its icy touch
To everything there is a season,
A season of birth,
A season of growth,
And a season of ends
Everything has an imperfection,
That is why it is so beautiful.
Beauty through perfection,
Lost in mistakes the world can sometimes be,
Stay alive and survive
Beauty can fade, but always remains
There is a time for everything to die,
Accept it, don't fight it.
Death smiles at us all, all we have to do is smile back
Everything has an imperfection,
That is why it is so beautiful.
Beauty through perfection,
Beauty is but dust to an era,
Covering layers of past,
Hiding its true fiery core,
Beautiful beyond perfection,
Aged with years yet still
Beautiful and perfect
That is why it is so beautiful.
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Sleeps on the shoulders and heads of towering Paladins,
Sleeps on the haunches of the thundering warhorses,
Rests and dies on the dirt, short lived.
The King gives the signal and the war host,
Robed in white marches onward.
Arrows, spears, oil and fire rain down,
A terrible onslaught.
The enemy falls into the dirt and sleeps,
A blanket of white covering them,
The war was over before it began,
The tired king says, clothed in white stillness
He dies in the night, like the snow under the sun,
With the snow he is buried.
Forgotten with the winter,
But remembered with spring.
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When the skies are hidden under
dark blankets,
And the sky cried to quench the earth's thrist,
Days when the brooding sky look hungrily over the city
yearning to swallow people and buildings,
Days when frozen tears falls
And pelt me as I walk
I have seen days
When the sun beats down mercilessly
Punishing us for past deeds,
I have seen days when the earth becomes enraged,
and roars angrily
I have seen days when white flakes fall
Like dandruff from a large scalp.
Human Weather.