Rose
Posted: Sat Apr 12, 2008 11:37 pm
Here's my first real English poem, I wrote it a few years ago. I have, honestly, no clue as to what's it about, but mostly it's feeling of longing, I guess, as well as courage, choosing a path in life... or something.
Anyway, here goes:
Rose
Rose
sweetest discord
a cry of a thunder hawk
rivers blue
Rose
beneath a pale winter moon
rose for me
and rose for you
Rose
lights on the porch
I try to walk
home to you
Rose
in the quiet afternoon
I want to believe
I want to be true
Rose
I don't want to awake
my dreams are so cruel
my dreams are no good
Rose
to believe is to choose
and I have chosen
I have chosen you
Rose
eye of discord
a cry of a thunder hawk
skies so blue
The second poem was written about half a year ago or something. It's actually more of a song, but since I don't yet hear the melody, I guess I could call it a poem... 'Tis some of my more happy stuff.
Where Angels Cry
I went out walkin’
Across the hills
One pale winter mornin’
When the wind was still
To the shores of the sea
Where willows weep
Beneath these trees
I fell asleep
I dreamt about nothing
If it is what it seems
And I locked myself in
I buried deep
But all the madness
And the melancholy
That comes with the sadness
And goes with the holy
Is washed by the sea
And leaves with the tide
To the lands far away
Where angels cry.
And I saw a girl
In the pale moonlight
At the edge of the world
In the cradle of the night
She was living and she was dying
She was reading all the signs
And I felt like crying
I didn’t want to say goodbye
And I went out walkin’
Down the ancient mile
As thousands have done before me
Till the sun rise
And all the madness
And the melancholy
That comes with the sadness
And goes with the holy
Is washed by the sea
And leaves with the tide
To the lands far away
Where angels cry
The ships are coming
At the dawn of day
I can almost see them
They’re taking me away
And the moon in the heavens
And the clouds in the shade
From the room of forgiveness
To the halls of hate
Are calling in the distance
And holding my hand
As we walk with the sinless
In their promised land
And all the madness
And the melancholy
That comes with the sadness
And goes with the holy
Is washed by the sea
And leaves with the tide
To the lands far away
Where angels cry
Anyway, here goes:
Rose
Rose
sweetest discord
a cry of a thunder hawk
rivers blue
Rose
beneath a pale winter moon
rose for me
and rose for you
Rose
lights on the porch
I try to walk
home to you
Rose
in the quiet afternoon
I want to believe
I want to be true
Rose
I don't want to awake
my dreams are so cruel
my dreams are no good
Rose
to believe is to choose
and I have chosen
I have chosen you
Rose
eye of discord
a cry of a thunder hawk
skies so blue
The second poem was written about half a year ago or something. It's actually more of a song, but since I don't yet hear the melody, I guess I could call it a poem... 'Tis some of my more happy stuff.
Where Angels Cry
I went out walkin’
Across the hills
One pale winter mornin’
When the wind was still
To the shores of the sea
Where willows weep
Beneath these trees
I fell asleep
I dreamt about nothing
If it is what it seems
And I locked myself in
I buried deep
But all the madness
And the melancholy
That comes with the sadness
And goes with the holy
Is washed by the sea
And leaves with the tide
To the lands far away
Where angels cry.
And I saw a girl
In the pale moonlight
At the edge of the world
In the cradle of the night
She was living and she was dying
She was reading all the signs
And I felt like crying
I didn’t want to say goodbye
And I went out walkin’
Down the ancient mile
As thousands have done before me
Till the sun rise
And all the madness
And the melancholy
That comes with the sadness
And goes with the holy
Is washed by the sea
And leaves with the tide
To the lands far away
Where angels cry
The ships are coming
At the dawn of day
I can almost see them
They’re taking me away
And the moon in the heavens
And the clouds in the shade
From the room of forgiveness
To the halls of hate
Are calling in the distance
And holding my hand
As we walk with the sinless
In their promised land
And all the madness
And the melancholy
That comes with the sadness
And goes with the holy
Is washed by the sea
And leaves with the tide
To the lands far away
Where angels cry