A Poem of Despair

Tradegy
Date Written: Unknown

Cold.
That is what you are.
I touch your hand,
feel your palm,
nothing.
Begging God,
"Please!"
I shout,
I let it all out.
But still,
nothing.
I try to hold back tears,
from all the wasted years,
the hateful words,
so absurd.
You lie there,
motionless.
A single tear drops from my eye
to your palm.
A hand touches my shoulder,
squeezing it softly.
I fall to my knees,
weak from sorrow.
You lie there,
motionless,
cold.
I wish I could hear you laugh.
One. Last. Time.
I wish I could apologize,
but you can't hear me.
You lie there.
Motionless. Cold. Dead.

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A Poem by Ryan Hayes

Lord of the Nazgûl
by Raelyn (+Ryan Hayes)

Then cries of some fell race
Had taken hope from men to face,
The darksome siege upon the walls
Which grow with their eerie calls,
To curse them that liveth still,
And call fourth no escape of will.

They flew on winged creatures high,
Hither and thither.
The Nine seemed to sail in the sky
On monsters of which they bestride;
beasts from what region none may know,
Bred to seize what they may devour 
And to horrify men in that dreadful hour,
Ready to undertake foul deeds
On those awful steeds.

They screamed in answer to their leader,
Black Captain, living dead.
Against whom not one withstood
Nor didst not dread.

Darkest King upon his steed,
Commander of the wicked covey,
Eating and marring all light and aid,
With each wave of his blade.

Their beast's talons descended low
Grasping men, and with a stride
They let go.  
The forms of once proud men,
Dashing to pieces on the would's floor,
None could hope to live after such a fall.
This is the Lord of the Nazgûl's landfall!

Poem: Star

Star
Date Written: Unknown

You shine bright
in the night.
You make me
want to take flight.
To touch the light in you
is all I ever wanted to do.

Then you create a black hole,
it collapses in my soul.
You start to disappear,
and with that I fear
you will be gone,
as the others before.

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(picture coming soon)

Poem of the Day: Smile

Smile

Date Written: Unknown

Everyday when I see your face,

my heart begins to pick up pace.

That certain look you give to me,

your smile makes me want to break free;

past comfort zones,

and prideful thrones,

it makes me want to stoop that low.

To hug your neck and take you in,

your smile makes me smile within.

A P.M. Original

Let's Start With A Poem

So I just started this blog! Yay me! I hope take pictures to match the poems I post on here, so I will mix my two great loves: poetry and photography! OH this is going to be fun!

Here's a poem off the top of my head to start off this Blog!

I love poetry as you can see, 

it gives my imagination time to break free. 

My pen touches the paper with graceful elegance,

writing lines using great emphasis.

I hope to become a skillful poet one day,

filling minds with words of dismay.

But not just dismay, 

also a bunch of other things,

like happy occurrences, 

and sweet happenings.

So let your mind be opened, 

to the world inside.

The thoughts I have

will be no longer classified...

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