Artist's Name: Jessica
Artist's Elftown User Name: [ssica3003]
Poem Category: Realistic
Poem's Title:Infidelity
Poem:
Last night on the bus
I saw a man.
(Is he a man at twenty-three?
At twenty, am I a woman?)
His woolly hat was pulled low on his head
And brown hair curled from under it.
His eyes were brown and framed
In thick glasses that suited him.
He had a brown beard.
I wondered what it would be like to kiss him
With that beard.
Artist's Name:Hope
Artist's Elftown User Name:[UnzipMeNow]
Poem Category: Dark
Poem's Title:Trapped
Poem:
Falling endlessly down
Tainted mirrors all around
A weary smile to hide my frown
Shadows tower high above
Feeling alone, here with out love
Compressed by fear
Immersed with tears
Wrapped in cold lace
It hurts, feeling erased
My thoughts, so distant
These voices, persistant
I scream, no sound
Trembling, feeling bound
Not free, no escape
These hands, feeling raped
Falling endlessly down
Tainted pictures all around
A weary smile to hide my frown
Sweet sorrow, not intoxicated
Feeling alone, it's elavated
Artist's Name: Melanie
Artist's Elftown User Name: [Wild~Fire]
Poem Category: To Make You Think...
Poem's Title: Wishing Well
Poem:
There is a well as some can see
that holds within it's hand
the hopes the dreams the fantasies
of all children of the land
a dime perhaps shall bring you fortune
a nickel perhaps love
but the simplest of all
being a penny's worth
resides within it's waters
deep into it's soul
drop it in beneath the swell
listen to it ring
with a bounce and a bing
listen to the mermaids sing
now sit and think hard
and with your heart do dream
for that is the use of such a well
to make life simpler and free
for all humanity
in the garden past the church
your own that you can call
but first you must believe
in the wishing well of dreams
which only some can see
so come...
and drop your money down
and be one
with the wishing well.
Artist's Name: Miz Lisa M. Pilgrim
Artist's Elftown User Name: [OvertheMoooon]
Poem Category: Nature
Poem's Title: Rainbow Collaboration
Poem:
My song escapes me,
The indigo flakes me.
My heart of silver and gold.
My mind, it breaks me,
The violet flakes me.
Do I ever do what I'm told?
Your voice escapes me,
The ebony flakes me.
Your heart of silver and gold.
Your thoughts try to rape me,
The black, it flakes me.
Do you ever do what you're told?
Our love escapes me,
The red, it flakes me.
Our hearts of silver and gold.
Our souls embrace me,
The passion, it flakes me.
Will we ever do what we're told?
Artist's Name: Andy
Artist's Elftown User Name: [crimson blood]
Poem Category: Dark
Poem's Title: the vampire
Poem:
A beautiful woman
lying in the dark.
On her pale neck.
you can see two marks.
Blood trickles
in crimson streams.
She is cold as stone,
no one heard her screams
On the grey sky
you can almost see
a shady creature
gliding over the lea.
To him the hunt
is not a game.
The blood is vital,
he will strike again.
Stumble!