[ArgetAiedail]

Against the Darkness

In the light of a new morning
O! Gentle caress

Soft glow, warm light, like a mother's love.

A man shall arise
Against the darkness that will come
To swallow his world
In it's dark folds

Though, while he is young,
He clings close to his mother's breast.
He needs safety till the time
When all walls will fall away.

His shelter gone,
The boy, now a man
Takes the rusty sword
Down from the mantle

The years of peace are over
The darkness is upon his world,
A void, black as the night that has never touched
His world.

He draws the sword of fire bright,
Upon his brow is marked
The wisdom of his years in safety,
Not the haste of fear.

He has the tools he needs.
They are forged in him,
In his iron will,
To defend that which he loves.

As the beast circles ever closer, He has no doubt
This is what he is meant to do.

The flames of battle rage in his heart,
But not with haste does he strike,
For he strikes for all he loves.

As the beast, in its death throws,
Lets out a final mournful peal,
The man bows in exhaustion,
The sweat upon hi body,
As dew drops in the dawn.

His great enemy now defeated,
He has completed his task.

He travels far and wide
Only to return again
Where once stood walls of safety.

He is no longer in his prime.
Once again the sword is on the mantle,
Awaiting the day it will be drawn again.

In his arms he holds
The future of his land,
For to his son is passed,
His mighty legacy.

This post has been edited by ArgetAiedail: 15 June 2009 - 07:41 PM

[Morvich]

A fair, epic tale, as if sung by a bard. =] Keep writing!

[BrisingrAdurnaVindr]

I really like it! I would love to read more of your poetry and I hope you post more in the future!

[ArgetAiedail]

Thankyou, and here is another one!

Titleless

In the darkness did I wake
Cold, hard sorrow in my breast
As ice upon the pond

I knew in an instant
My world had been shattered
A life once so peaceful
Changed forever
In those simple words
'She is dead'

Blackness engulfed me
Tears of blood did I weep
In iron bars
Was caged my heart
Forever more
She is dead

As dawn did break
My soul did not rejoice
It was dry and empty
Empty as the desert
For she is dead

Am i stronger?
I don't know
But I do know
She is dead

I see the stars
I feel the breeze
My soul is healed
With but one white scar
She is dead
But I am not

***********

This poem is, like many of my others, about when my mom died.

[aldrnari]

Thankyou, and here is another one!

Titleless

In the darkness did I wake
Cold, hard sorrow in my breast
As ice upon the pond

I knew in an instant
My world had been shattered
A life once so peaceful
Changed forever
In those simple words
'She is dead'

Blackness engulfed me
Tears of blood did I weep
In iron bars
Was caged my heart
Forever more
She is dead

As dawn did break
My soul did not rejoice
It was dry and empty
Empty as the desert
For she is dead

Am i stronger?
I don't know
But I do know
She is dead

I see the stars
I feel the breeze
My soul is healed
With but one white scar
She is dead
But I am not

***********

This poem is, like many of my others, about when my mom died.

Hey, awesome poem. When you've got a real emotion or moment in your life when you had a very strong feeling it's way better than to imagine one. Good job.

[ArgetAiedail]

Thanks...

Golden glow, touch the earth
One last time
Paint the sky
In scarlet flame
Clothe the earth in brilliance
The clouds glow
Orange, pink, and purple
With your final stand
Blaze your defiance
At the cruel hills
Which threaten to extinguish
your eternal fire
The sky turns ebony
As the sun dies.
*****

Not to good.... Oh well, and here's another.

Cavern

Blackness
Night eternal
Light never to grace the endless halls

Niever to illuminate the graceful filigree
Played on stone walls
Carved and built by the cold, immortal hands of the water

O! How the light would dance
Upon those fluent forms
Painting the stone with brilliance

How it would play
Across the ancient majesty
make the translucent draperies glow

Flicker across
The great stone teeth
Lining the huge maw
of the living rock

Delicate lace hangs from the ceiling
Pools, gilt by darkness
Adorn the floor

The rock flows
Molded by time and the ever dripping water
Ever changing, never ceasing

The great abyss goes
On
And
On
And
On

Cold grandeur
Far beneath the mortal beauty
Of the sea, the sky, the sun, and the trees

Deep lies the Earth's secret
No living thing
Has yet to bring
The breath of life to the chasm

[Aidan]

Hmm... my dad's an English professor and so my twin sis and I have been raised with poetry and lit.

I think your poems are good, but most published poetry today doesnt have the same vibe yours do. it might not make the cut because of that.

[ArgetAiedail]

I don't ever really plan to publish my poetry, so that's fine. I just write....

[Aidan]

well, if you have a talent, you might as well make a living off of it.

sometimes that's the only way it will be appreciated

[allera]

1. Please capitalize.
2. A writer can feel appreciation for his or her own work without having to go through the hellish process of trying to get it published. Besides, many (and, in my opinion, sometimes the best) poets write to express their feelings or flex/share/show their creativity, not to make money.


ArgetAiedail, you've got a unique writing style. I enjoy reading your poems. They all have great imagery. The poem about the sun seemed so final - almost apocalyptic. And "The Cavern" made me feel sad for caverns. Seriously though, it was filled with very moving lines throughout. Especially the last three lines:

No living thing
Has yet to bring
The breath of life to the chasm

It's my favorite from you, by far.

This post has been edited by allera: 23 August 2008 - 10:59 PM

[ArgetAiedail]

I wrote that one after I went to Carlsbad Cavern.

Eagle

In silent splendor
Does the eagle
Soar on high

Cares he not
For the lower affairs
Of those earthly creatures
Living out their lives below

Lofty heights, he calls his home
Flight his birth right
Majesty incarnate
Glory in flesh and bone.


On the Other Side of Life

There is night, all around me, cold darkness
In my blood.
There is blackness, yet there is fire,
It gives no light.
The fire, it is my pain, is my sorrow
In this place, in this land of eternal night
I feel the tears run down my face.
Because I know my life is gone
I am in the cold, hard darkness of death
And yet i am alive.
How am I alive?

My roots to the warm world of life are dying.
My link to light is fading into darkness
The one who brought me into this world
Is slowly fading away.

I open my eyes from the night mare and yet it
Is still there.
Who can save me, who can comfort me?

A gentle caress, a warmth in this cold, cold place.
A kind word, a loving hand.
A laugh. It breaks the stagnant silence.
it draws me back to the world of the living.
Draws me from my cold fate.

True loyalty and love is mine
Sunlight falls upon my white face
As I cry, someone holds me.
I know that that cold grave awaits me
On the other side of life.

I know where I am, I am in the full shine
Of an ancient bond, a bond of friendship
I know who i am, I am me again, fully and completely

I see a brighter light. The dark shrinks away
Back to its lair in despair
It is held and slowly its struggles die.
In the ligth it seems like nothing
it is but a shadow, deep and dark.

I am free! Free of my shackles of night.
As I look at this light, i am drawn into its depths
I can realize that life is for the living.


Not too good...

This post has been edited by ArgetAiedail: 24 August 2008 - 07:11 PM

[ArgetAiedail]

CAUTION MILD RELIGOUS CONTENT




Earth

A point of light and existence in an immense void
Miniscule yet powerful
It grew and flourished
And it defied the abyss

In this light was being
And in that being
Were stars
And born in destruction, was a barren ball of rock

The rock was tormented
By fire
The fire was quenched
By water

As water covered stone
The rock cried out
It did not want
To loose itself
So the water left the stone land
And the land and the sea viewed the stars together

But the land and the sea grew tired of the endless night
So the one who watched them both
Gave them the sun and the blue dome of the sky
And the sky and the sea and the land
Were happy, for a time

Yet the land was still barren
The sea was as empty as the void had been
The sky was nothing but an unending blue plain
They knew not what they missed
Yet the Great One knew
They lacked life

So he sent to the land a tiny seed
And to the sea he gave a single spark
And to the sky he gave the clouds

The seed of the land
Burst into bloom
It covered the bare rock with verdant green

The spark of the sea
Became life
And the depths of the ocean
Teemed with living creatures

The clouds of the sky
Gave water to the plants of the land
And blocked the burning rays of the sun

Peace reigned, but once again, it could not last
For the land and the sky
Grew jealous of the life in the sea

The land vented its rage
By spewing fire from its core
Mountains grew
And as the sea cut at the land, so did canyons

The sun was blocked from both land and sea
As ash rose into the air
And clouds forever pounded all with rain and sleet

Finally the creatures of the sea could bear it no longer
They crawled onto the land
And flew into the sky
The land, sea, and sky ceased their battle
And all were happy

Yet now the Great One was unhappy
He was lonely
For none of the creatures
Could love and honor him

So he formed man from the land
And gave him the sea's spark
And the sky's breath
The One was happy

Man lived and loved and served
All things
He guarded and cared for the land
And the land cared for and guarded him

Yet part of man was missing
And so man came to the One
He asked to be completed

So the one who knew all
Formed woman from man
She completed him as nothing had

Together they were the guardians
Of the entire world
For world it was
A world it had become

So was the creation of the Earth
Guided by the hand of God

Yet now man and woman
Neglect their duties to God and Earth
Polluted are the sky and sea
Choked is the Earth

Now we must strive to once again care
For the world we all live in
Care for the land, the sea, and the sky.

[ArgetAiedail]

I hope no one on here hates the good old US of A....



America

Endless plains of waving grass
Tall and golden in the mid afternoon sun
Rolling hills, gently sweeping
Verdant forests
Where columns of green-tinged light
Filter through the leafy boughs.

Deserts, where strange creatures live
Mighty rivers, flowing freely
Calm lakes, with not a wind-caused ripple
Swamps of thick black mud and rotten grass
Icy tundra where all is crowned
By snowy white
Mountain tops with fiery depths
Surrounded by a corona of scarlet stone.

This vast land
Our home has been
Since the maiden’s face, carved in wood, first saw
The wave-beaten shore

This soil has been dyed red
By the life blood
Of many dying men
And then later cleansed
By the bitter tears
Of friends and relatives, bereft.

The mountains have reverberated
With the piercing ring
Of freedom.

The endless plains
Are forever engraved upon
By our footprints and our wheel ruts.

Our land has seen so much
So many lives
The pain and agony
And highest ecstasy.

Our land has been so much
Both oppressor and liberator
Oppressed and liberated
In the wrong and in the right
World power and minor colony
Spanish, French, English, and now, American.

So much has gone into this country,
From war and widespread famine
Segregation and nativism
Immigration and emigration
Impassioned men, fighting for what they believe
To weakest slave and most revered president.

So much has gone into this country,
To make it what it is
America
A legacy of freedom, which we must uphold.

[ArgetAiedail]

Okay, yeah I am quadruple posting but since no one is posting anything else here, I cant help it.....

READ PLEASE SOMEONE!!!! PLEASE!!!

This one is kind of about my personal feelings, and I hope no one laughs....

Message on the Wind

I stare into the sky
Trying to pierce the layers of gray clouds
The minstrels of Nature
Heralding the first cool wind
Of Winter

The cold rain
Falls in heavy drops
Sweet and true
Soaking through my clothes
Through my skin
Into me

An ancient chill
Nay, the knowledge of cold
Passed down
Through the long and dusty years
From times of an ice covered land
And enormous beasts
It spreads through me
From my very core
To the outermost of my being

But, unlike the usual chill
It does not numb my senses
Far from it!
The cold sharpens my mind
Keen as the razor's edge

I inhale
My lungs fill
With the crisp, new air

A long-interred memory
From the deepest crypt of my knowledge
Floats to the forefront of my mind
It is not a single thought
But a knowing
A sure and certain fact

Tomorrow it will snow
"Tomorrow it will snow," I whisper the words
To the cutting wind
Which quickly blows away
The certainty of my premonition

The instincts of the Hunter
Which so long have lain dormant
Still hidden within this Daughter of the City
Recede back to the inermost recesses
Of my being

The chill of cold
That enemy of Man
Creeps into my bones
I shiver and retreat into my home
Where I am greeted by blanketing warmth

All memories of great woolly beasts
And bone tipped spears
Are gone completely from my mind
I am a city girl wonce more
No longer attuned to the voice of Nature
Just a girl
Just a girl

Yet as if to contradict it
Through my open window
A whisper on the breeze is carried
A reassurance of my sanity
"Tomorrow it will snow," says the Wind.

This post has been edited by ArgetAiedail: 17 November 2008 - 07:35 PM

[Brightfire]

Ok that is some of the best poetry I have ever heard! Nicely done!