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Re: Poetry to write and think about

Blood rises
      By MT

I lay at peace
in this warm dawn sun.
Birds sing of love
before battle is begun.

Perfectly held
cocooned by folds of land
in the life line
of a universal hand.

But death mounts
the horizon with the sun;
violence, blood rises,
it will be begun.

I throw off the warmth,
of my bundled feather down;
kissed by a cool breeze
as I cast my gaze around.

Terror rains
from the sky on either side
with no escape
that surging tide.

But yet, and yet, a bird still sings his love;
harmony, as if he will find it.
And there's a song in my heart,
but I will die behind it.

I will fight,
and I will fight,
so that I might live to find it.

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Re: Poetry to write and think about

The Night Is Darkening Around Me, by Emily Jane Bronte

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow ;
But a tyrant spell has bound me,
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow ;
The storm is fast descending,
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes below ;
But nothing drear can move me :
I will not, cannot go.

Found at http://www.poemhunter.com/poems/dark/page-/17166/

Re: Poetry to write and think about

Wings, by Melody

A Phoenix that shouldn't be caged yet is tied down with strings.
Only time will tell if it can be free to spread its wings.
The freedom of flying isn't attainable without sacrifices.
The journey seeking for another has come to an end.
The feathers one by one begin to fall, heart bleeding and its soul fading.
Without attention, acceptance or love, it withers away
in a fiery and phenomenal bittersweet extinction.

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Re: Poetry to write and think about

Now Hollow Fires Burn Out To Black, by A. E. Housman

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are guttering low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.

Oh never fear, man, nought's to dread,
Look not to left nor right:
In all the endless road you tread
There's nothing but the night.