Name: [Cia_mar]
Title: "The Rebirth of She Who Remembers"
Location of the poem: Featured poem on cia's poems
"The Rebirth of She Who Remembers"
To hold the child as it cried
My heart felt numb and cold inside
A tear fell softly to the ground
A star was born with a shatering sound
Its brightness dimmed our own true sun
A warmth that brought and encouraged fun
The child looked up, its eyes shone bright
and held the beauty with its sight
I released my grasp,
The child flew free
It looked back and remembered me
Quietly slipping, fading, gone,
The breath of life depletes by dawn.
As the lifeless turns to dust and ashes,
A new life springs forth at the sun's first lashes.
With differences set, determined, defined,
Metamorphosis of sorts, superbly refined.
A new physical form experiences birth,
'Til once again, it will join with the earth.
Each being meets with fate's demise,
Cocooning new life to spawn, give rise.
Name: [Grandamelf]
Title: "The Rise of the Poenix"
Location of poem: My notes: Grandamelf and the Kikiwicket
The Rise of the Phoenix
Lessons from our own lives,
Are the hardest ones to learn!
But we can rise above ourselves,
And let the bridges burn.
For time is life's great healer.
No teacher could have taught.
To live and love, and make mistakes,
And learn to judge them not.
Each act we take, each thought or deed,
Is mirrored in our souls!
And if we fall,
And if we're wise,
We learn to make new goals.
From the love of joy and innocence,
And wisdom born of pain,
The Phoenix Bird shall know herself,
And rise to live again!
And as she soars across the heaven,
With life anew, begun,
Thou shalt see Eternity,
And know the children of the sun.
Name: [Kaeirdwyn]
Title: The Ghost of Me
Location: In my computer on my poetry page
"The Ghost Of Me"
Languishing behind her will
Yet she is here, beside me still
Her ghost within me still encased
The memory was ne'er erased.
I feel my time here slips away
The world in silent, faded gray
I am weak and small; ineffectual
Where is the girl who used to Rule?
Fear and memory haunt her step
Remembering in closets slept
Rage and anguish fill her eyes
No one sees her through my guise.
Perhaps in taming I've done wrong
And stilled her perfect, soaring song
Timid agreement became my choice
And now perhaps she's lost her voice.
Pain and sickness fill her gaze
Endless thoughts eat up my days
Life seems to be beyond her grasp
Pain comes again with every task.
Life fills me with its' sounds and taste
Hurry, Take hold! She cries in haste
Not wanting to, yet again, give in,
Her ghost still prompts me from within.