Poetry Dungeon Poetry Dungeon 
Most of my poetry is untitled, but I'll at least give you a year in which is was written. Enjoy your stay in my poetry dungeon. Perhaps you will find some way to escape the torture.
The beauty of this day cannot compare to my Love, Whose face is as beguiling as the angels who live above. As the raindrops fall, on the Earth they pound Rythmically beating while my Love's sleep is sound. Forever he is to rest; peacefully and uncoiled, Safely preserved, in his bed all laden with soil. Serenely he awaits my arrival to his domain As I sit near to him dampened gently by the rippling rain. I reach out timidly to touch the cold, wet stone When once I touched his face, so warm and soft it shone. But the hardness of the stone marker is as close as I can be To the one I love so much, who promised never to leave me.
When the day turns dark, and the rain pours down, I let my grief flow and in tears I drown. I cry for the saddness and death that surrounds me, For Evil has damned all to a fiery sea. I am encircled in screams from the souls that die. Being twisted and torn, in torment they cry. They cry out for salvation which was offered an denied, For they turned from it willing, God knows He tried. As the rain beats down on the concrete in tides, It is my tears of sorrow the droplets will hide.
The blackness that surrounds me joins with my dark mood. The silence in the air reflects my solitude. The ones I had so cherished and loved with all my heart, They stole my happiness from me and tore it all apart. And when I turned to my dearest, the one I most adored, He turned his back to me, my feelings just ignored. When all was said and done, I was left to stand alone, The shining star of love dulled, never again to shine as it had once shone.
When the ravens caw as a wind blows by, I feel death in the air, to all it will cry. It cries of pain in the Autumn decadence As life dies slowly, and the rotting wind vents.
One a day that rain from Heaven poured, A change occurred that could not be ignored. I searched my heart and found its key, I'd hidden it wisely where no one else could see, Then walked on my way, determined and set. This time my emotions were ripe and well-met. I made my way to the sandy edge of a lake, Silvery in the nighr were the ripples it did make. I met my dearest friend, so comely and fair. He had the face of an angel with soft, silky hair. I told him my feelings had grown quite much, And gave him the key that sparkeled from his touch. He looked at me warmly and smiled in bliss, For he had come too, to give me his.
Hearts and flowers, bird of Spring, Mountain showers and songs to sing. All these things your words doth bring- When spoken in love, in my soul they ring.
A kiss on your forehead I long to give Like nothing I've desired so long as I've lived. A sweet little kiss on your skin so smooth Would make you seem far less removed. Your skin I long to feel agaianst mine Like soft, down feathers in pale moonshine. I'm counting the hours until I see you again And can feel the warmth of your sweet soft skin.
Today, this day, as the day becomes night, The world rotates in the sun's brilliant light. You are the sun, and the world is mine, For no matter how I turn, your light will always shine On a part of me somewhere, the heat bringing me foliage, So my love will forever grow as long as you live. Should your light of love ever cease to exist, Death would soon grant a calling I could not resist.
In a world of dreams I have lived my life. For my reality is filled only with strife. My time of happiness and bliss so true Happen rarely, only in a fantasy's hue. The life I lead each ever passing day Is so weak that my thoughts tend to stray Toward fantasmal borders and realms of dreams, Where things aren't always as the seem. There are elves and fairies and wizards and kings, In a land so beautiful, among other things, That once one enters its portal of light Any thoughts of returning soon take flight.
My knight in shining armor You bring the world of good to me By being a believer in fond chivalry As all good knights should always be. But while drowning yourself With good deeds for others You've fogotten the needs of Your long devoted lover.
I am an island in a sea of despair- A lonely little island. No one else is there. I am in the midst of a sea of storms and maelstroms that tear My island to pieces. No one else is there. A ray of sun might take a dare And shine through the storm, But disappears quickly without a care. I am alone in this sea Thinking how life is unfair. I think alone because No one else is there.
My teacup is broken into a thousand little bits, My favorite teacup so pretty and prim, It was by far the nicest of six. Will anyone be able to fix it again? Pretty little teacup With gold on the rim, My most precious possession, My priceless little gem. Why did you break, my little teacup? You weren't broken when you were found. I put so much care into you, But I was the one who knocked you down.
Love can be all sugar and spice, but- It can also turn one's heart to ice. I have a mind and I have a heart, but- When faced with love, with one I must part.
What Hope is there in a life of dark Despair? Wherever I search for hope, I find nothing there.
November 1992
My Love, my love, where have you gone? I've searched all over through dusk and through dawn. I cannot find my wonderous Love. All that is left is his soiled, white glove. Whatever happened to my darling, I'll never know. He was here not too long ago. He gave me a rose and a sweet kiss, And told me to wear a shirt of his. He then left on a long trip by day. The person who returned was not the same.
December 1992
The sun will stop its shining the day ou are to go. It'll be haard to stop the crying; Forever my tears might flow. The birds will stop their singing The day you are to go, For Nature will all be knowing my pain of missing you so.
January 1993
I gave you my love, you gave me happiness. I gave you control, you gave me even less. I asked you for more, You took all the rest. You left me alone. The gods know I did my best.
January 1993
So my life has finally taken a turn. Alone I now stand, alone and forelorn. My Love hath abandonned me, never to return. What have I done to deserve such scorn?
January 1993
My heart has been broken, And my soul is in mourning. My saddness has 'woken. Its pwower is fast forming. I'm hopelessly alone, Like a flower in the night. I stay still as a stone, For I am frozen with fright. It's been so long Since I've felt such solitude. Its emptiness feels wrong, And there's nothing I can do.
February 1993, and a new, but brief, Love
The mintues turn to hours The hours into days. Time passes by so slowly. When you are far away. But when I have you close to me Then Time goes by so fast. It passes before I know it, though I want to make it last. Time is not so kind. It always tortures me, But doing what I least desire And doing it constantly. Someday I will win control Of Time and all its power. Then Time will pass as I see fit and I shall see Time cower.
February 1993
A single day is born With the rising of the Sun, Only to face oncoming Death Once the setting has begun.
April 1993
The chill winds that once froze my heart Have now warmed with dawn of Spring. My icy prison has fallen apart, and the songs of birds in my ears now ring. My resentment and anger have taken leave. Their tyranny has ended, they've left me alone. And so now my emotions are forever free, And Love can once again claim her golden throne.
April 1993
I've found my Love, he'd traveled far, But now he's returned to me With tales of distant stars That shine on for an eternity.
April 1993
I see a beautiful, bright shining star Shining in the distance, not very far. This star brings a smile to my cheerless mood, For it reminds me that there's Hope, Hope in you.
September 1993
Lonely is the life that I now lead. Loneliness; it is always a part of me. I am lonely when I sit in the evening to read, And I am lonely when I wake in the morning with an empty place beside me. How lonely I am every passing day. Until my Love comes and chases it away. Then Happiness like none I've ever felt before, Errupts from me suddenly until I can stand no more. It is my Love who brings that happiness to me, And drives all my Loneliness away completely. But my Love can only ever stay for a while, And then my Loneliness returns, and the more it compiles.
February 1994
I sit alone each star-filled night Remembering the past as it once was, Reminiscing on those memories bright as a lonely person often does. When I gaze at the moon in the star-dotted sky, One memory in my mind draws near. I can see it surely if I try, And soon the image comes forth clear. A piano in a dark room stands Made of stained wood with ivory keys, The ivory once caressed by the hands of one musician in his ecstasy. I sat once near that piano's bench In the midst of many grand sonatas. As the music poured from the instrument, I watched and listened in enamored awe. The pianists hands moved in a graceful dance, And the music filled my soul. At last I was completely entranced, By the music that from his heart flowed. Then when my memory's music ended, I returned to my present time, But the detail was indeed so splendid, That the last note in my ears still chimed. I miss the piano and the music it gave, That I shared fleetingly with a lover. These moments I shall always save, For they can be shared with no other.
March 1994
The sweet breath of morning Makes my windows' skirts dance. The sweet scent of dew-drenched blossoms With its thickness effortlessly enchants. I lie with my eyes open. The sleep then melts away. My loneliness haunts me Like a ghost night and day. I sleep alone, Plagued by demons of the mind. They rule over Dreamland And anything else they can find. Isn't there a prince? A knight in armor somewhere? Fight these demons, oh, noble one, And win your maiden, fair. Come and take me away. Sweep me off my feet. Send my loneliness far, And I'll fall in love so deep.
9 March, 1994
Disillusionment is all I see When I face the one I loved Who once had loved me. So much has changed in the one whom I loved. I once thought him pure in heart, Pure as the snow-white dove. My Love to me had once been A symbol of Nature's beauty, So regal that all cast down Their eyes before him, so princely. What most, I had once thought That he loved me above all else and before, But now it seems that all my thoughts Can be thought no more. As the power of Nature is consistent Only with change, So was my Love who's existence now To me is foreign and strange.
12 March, 1994
In the future there is change Inevitably. Though change can bring Tragedy. I long for the past when thing were the same, Familiarity. I long for Love lost. If only there was no change.
April 1994
These feelings I've never felt before. Like thunder after the bursting of a cloud, Hate explodes from my heart's very core, Enveloping me in a red, hot shroud. I hate all those who've oppressed my past. I hate all those who've oppressed my present. I hate all men from first to last, For they are nothing but mere peasants. They have no knowledge of heaart nor care. Ony their lust and carnal desire they know. Of all men I have learned to beware, For they'll rape the heart and devour the soul.
7 April, 1994
A glimpse of Hope comes within my view But far from me. It cannot be grasped. I stare at its forever changing hues. I desire it. I am entranced by it. Come closer, little glittering speck. I long to hold you close to me. If only you'd close the distance between us, I'd find the true meaning of Happiness.
May 1994
Death is an illusion Yet as well a reality. The thought of Death brings so many fears, Though my soul has lived for thousands of years. Why is death so frightening, so dark? Because on many lives it leaves its mark. The living suffer when a loved one dies. It's only natural through all our lives.
August 1994
I am a Raven who cannot fly. I sit alone is a barren tree. I watch the others with their mates go by. I sit in my silent solitude, watching with envy. I too once had a mate of my own. In joy we flew together, high in the sky. The world was ours, And then she died. She lay below at the foot of the tree Where I sit in quiet Despair. By a stranger she was shot ruthlessly. without her I shall go nowhere. In this tree I will live my life. Loneliness is my disease. My bliss has been replaced with Strife, Though she lay but a few feet below me.
Alter Ego (February 1995)
She sits like death in the darkness of my mind. Her form draped in black velvet and delicate, onyx lace. She looks at me fully with emerald-green eyes, Two gems set into an angular, moonwhite face. She stands there before me with an evil smirk. Coaxing and teasing in a voice honey-sweet. She enchants me with lies, within me they lurk, Masking themselves as a backwards treat. She sings to me, her voice like a whispering shower of rain. Enchanted I am as by a Siren's delicious melody. I allow her to draw closer as she sings a refrain, Her arms outstretched, she gently embraces me. I look deep into her lovely, green eyes And am swept into a new world, on silver wings. She takes control as I am mesmerized. I am her puppet, she pulls the strings. I no longer exist in the world that was mine. I am replaced by her, the epitome of cruelty. She was born from the darkness of my mind, And as I am no longer, she becomes me.
3 February, 1997
She sits so far from me Whispering her thoughts to an electronic screen. Yet she feels so near I can hear her voice, Soft and delicate as a morning breeze. She sings me a song, Like a nightengale. Her purring song puts me at ease. She is my soulmate, My companion through the ages. Tall and slender, She is my sacred oak tree. I have found you at last, My darling, Fairy Queen. You have taken my unfinished heart, And sculpted it so that now it is complete.
For Jacki (24 March, 1997)
I opened the damn and let the tears flow. My senses are overwhelmed By emotions felt so long ago, Yet coming now from an entire new realm. She came and entranced me With her charms and personality. She wore the face of Aphrodite, And as I looked at her, I gazed at my own reflection, In the mirror of Fatality. She was faultless and pure, And her presence warmed my soul. She is my loveliest friend for sure, Though saddness in my heart now grows. For She, my Beauty, had to leave. She came and felt like a sister to me. Now I feel her loss and am somehow bereaved. She has taken my heart with her To the far ends of Eternity.
Escape back to The Garden
