Random Elegy Poems (75)

Hath not one touch heart,Its by glimpse only you....
Dwelth the corner for all,In you found some true.
And thou all generous felt,Why early did not make....
But was every night alone,And also the morn when wake.

And never thee one near all,May found as one likes....
Beneath the feet all stunned,you were like of so nice....
And thee flying up in clouds,thine feathers turned as wings....
And my heart got mend all,You are song i miss to sing.

Well my love here's the rift
that lies between
It matters not what one may dream
Nor what another may convey
You have your own perception and way

No word or thought will change
or shake your temple built upon
the foundation you lay

Many fools may wish to stay
seeking your audience in their
peculiar dismay

Hence, it only empowers you
to push them away or to choose
what you want to convey

Overall, wisdom dictates to all concerned
love without pain
is love that never learns

Perception and knowledge are two different things
for one guesses the tone of how a message rings
The other has no need to assume what is truth
for it already knows how the bird sings

Nevertheless the fool continues his path to knowledge
blundering along in his own college
Yet are not fools allowed to dream or love or feel
for anyone without being a fool?

Part I - Love/Loathe

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This World Is Melancholic
Dark Lonely And Callous
Cant Find No Relief
Been Searchin For So Long
My Soul Is Sad And Blackened
In Search Of Inner Peace
My Heart Full Of Love And Loathe
For Myself For This Cruel World

Hate For Myself Is More Inside
More Than Hate For Others

No One Tries To Understand
Even People I Thought Cared
Wastin My Love And Tears
On Heartless Stoic World
Ive Lost My Existence
In Search Of Unanswerable Questions
My Life Is Grief Striken
Solitude My Only True Friend Again

My Pain Will Surely End
As The Last Drop Of My Blood Drains

Part II - Fade Away

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Beam Of Sadness Guides Me
Deep Into The Realm Of Sorrow
To A Destination Unknown
Through The Labyrinth Of My Dreams
Poles Of Loneliness Push Me
Deeper Into Surreal DepthS
Darkness Consumes Me And My Sanity
Takin My Life Slowly

I Sacrifice Myself And Fade Away
My Dreams Become Reality

Don't go there
Cries the hidden voice
Inviting lush water's edge
Hidden dangers lurk
Shortness of breath
Freezes ones sense
Express ones breath
Frozen from water's deep
Danger lurks pulls from beneath
It waits for
You and him and her
To pull you to the deep
Don't go there to cold waters deep

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Void of space
Darkness enveloppes concept of time
Wraps around are univerce
Are we lost in time

Twinkle the stars that radiates space
Time moves faster opens wider are expanded universe
From creation

Enters black holes other universe expandes are time
Bigger are universe greater knowledge we learn
From are open space

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day..
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light

As i grow older i see my life that has been
images stored in my head locked away not to be seen
for i am the only one with the key
should i open an image today with my speacial key

that image stored in my head for only me to see
clear as day lovinly created in my head family images of times gone by friends ,relatives some long since gone by lovingly stored in every detail locked secured inside my head

lots of images i foundly look back on my past locked away for i am the only one with the key
images that bring me joy some of saddness some of fear some images that will not go away of bad times that i wish would go away
family members locked away in my head that i see they are not forgotten my me

What should you do on a snowy day?
Don't ask your mom, is the first thing I will say.
It all happened on the 13th of December.
A very cold day, I'll always remember.

You see the snow was coming down fast.
I thought to myself - How long will this last?
For hours I paced around my room.
Each minute lasting longer, I filled with gloom.

At my lowest moment, feeling quite blue,
I gave up and ask my mom what to do.
She said, "I'm glad you asked and let me tell you why!"
Oh, she had this awful twinkle in her eye.

"Oh son, you've make me the happiest mom alive!
Now go out there and shovel the drive."
I put on a coat and zipped it up tight.
I gave into her request without a fight.

I started out plowing; it's really a cinch.
Then I look around and only uncovered an inch.
Those snowflakes kept falling, one by one.
This is horrible, when will I be done?

My hands were frozen and my feet were numb.
Asking my mom what to do, sure was dumb.
I worked and worked and shoveled away.
I finally was finished, too cold to hooray.

I came in the house and fell to the floor.
My mom saw that I had finished my chore.
My teeth started to chatter, my body started to shake.
My mom took one look at me and said, "You need a break!"

"You shoveled the drive just like a pro.
How about some cookies and hot cocoa?"

I ate and drank and feeling a little better.
I changed my clothes and put on a sweater.
I've learned from this - here's a clue.
Never, never ask your mom What can I do?

eagerly awaiting
eagerly anticipating

my diamond, where are you?
i need a stone, to join my throne
i need a poem to find my lass,
best i turn up the gass.
this aint no techno blast.

just need a lover, with which i can dance,
just need a dancer, don't want a fighter.
i'll give you my all, no need to ask,
just give me your love, thats all i ask...