Here are some poems that I have written.
I
hope you enjoy them...
SONNET OF THE SEA Yes, so in love were they it seemed But how compelling Hate can be She wanted him herself, you see, Unhuman, still she lacked not charm Their nights had burned with ice and fire Her eyes, transluscent green, turned dark. But though she tried to cause them
fear, "Enough!" she cried. She would
not wait She burned a candle, moaned some
words The lovers breathed
their very last That night, oh
how the cold winds blew For on each
gust, she heard their voice - And yet,
her fear and sorrow sprang And
thus today she lives alone, Her
curse has cursed her even more
She waits all hope for his return
someday.
Dreams sweet and promises flood through her mind.
Sweet
tortured bliss will have its cruel way,
Such youthful innocence he
left behind.
The ocean's sting by day, tear-burnt by night,
Has
left her older still, her eyes long dimmed
By such unspoken fear,
that nameless fright
Of punishments for uncommited sins.
But
Truth comes, calls, entreating, and she longs
To know it, did he
leave her? Why? And how?
If drowned or faithless, seeing he was
wrong,
And doubtless dead to her in full by now.
And thus she
quits her dirge so faithfully
To leave him to his endless home at
sea.THREE OF HEARTS
The two young lovers met and wooed,
Their romance sweet and
true.
Did birds sing clearer? The sun more bright?
To them, at
least, 'twas true.
Their bond
could not be severed.
They promised and they promised well
And,
meaning it, "forever."
And Envy
greater still
When lovers unaware fall prey
To one of greater
will.
She'd win his love, no
doubt.
His beloved one was in the way
And must be taken
out.
So beautiful she
seemed
That he had loved her long ago
In a land of ghosts and
dreams.
Such passion
they had found
He'd not forgot her soon, but now
His heart by
love was bound.
She
cursed them both and said
That when she'd finished with them
they
Would both be better dead.
And will their love away,
Her sorcery just made them
strong
Through each horrific day.
For his love anymore.
"If I can't have him, let them
die -
My precious spoils of war."
To bring them to their end.
Within each others' arms they
pledged
They, not their love, she'd spend.
With tears of faith and hope.
She laughed and
sighed and buried them
On distant mountain slopes.
And chilled her to her soul.
Her heart
beat fast within her breast
As dark and black as coal.
Taunting, haunting, cold -
That
vowed to never leave her 'til
She withered, grey and old.
From what they did not say:
In death
their bond eternal grew,
By spurned love's curse unswayed.
Each day grows dark and colder.
Her
powers comfort small without
His tender arms to hold her.
Than the two she willed apart,
And
always will she woe the day
That hatred broke her heart.