scarwolve Poetry (54)

days of gone by like a busy bee
gathering its nectar in a blistering heat
beating its wings in a fast motion
keeping its stripped big body
from falling out of the air

They work together gathering resources
signaling that food is near by
performing its ritual dances
like a army of gatherers they
take to the sky to gather there feast

Life as a bee isn't a easy thing
to look after the young
to look after the queen
sacrificeing themselves to save
what they gather in the blistering heat

A strong chill of winter
has grasped this country,
the toll of its bitter cold
has the ground covered
in a blanket of thick snow

the fog is lingering over
the thick blanket of snow
dragging down the hope
that the snow is going
to go

in a desprete gaze
i looked out into
the haze of white
but i all i got to see
was the endless amount
of white

living life to the fullest
is a very tough challenge
its up to us to stand tall
and face up to the challenge

amazing people rather listin to negativity
rather than the postive things in life
yet humanity achieved so much
we still are gruntled about society

it comes a time for us to look back
when we grow old it isnt the end
infact we are nearer to a greater adventure
which awaits us all to the oncoming light

my mind is drowning in thoughts
with very little questions
building up inside me
is a dread of being alone

i miss her alot but feel lost
the lost of clarity and lost of purpose
i feel alone with out her
yet i tell myself il find my way

but it isn't as easy
as counting from 1 to 3
as i thought it should be

i feel ive lost my footing
on my own path i wish i can regain it
when i feel my own come to pass

Daydreaming brings me out
of my reality to a place
of my very own creation
a place to have my most inner thoughts
of my own most inner creation

Daydreaming can be a realm of
new ideas and exploration
gives you that utter feeling
of phaseing away from the crowd
to whole new plain of existance

Daydreaming can be distracting
it can be very fulfilling
a good time to relax and dream
of the thoughts of your own desires of creation

I find temptations hard to battle
I find them hard to resist,
a feeling of vulnerability
as though my hands are tied behind my back.

the feeling washes over me
like the waves washing ashore.
The feelings of desire
not wanting to feel ignored

I see it day to day in my mind,
I see it through my own eyes
hoping it won't be seen or pry on.
Or am i only bidding on my own pride.

It makes me think of crazy ideas,
it makes me feel alive,
but to my mind it totally
burns inside

living in my own home was good
but now i feel the spirit has died
im not talking on my home
but my very own countrie

the people aren't the same
the land is being tarnished
the mood of the countrie
is bringing me down

the land i live in is beautiful
but the peoples attuide is not
i feel trapped in this island of anger
a island playing the blame game

the island of ireland is dying
the island of ireland spirit has died
the fight for rights have been buried deep down
for those who are under represented

the island of ireland has died to me
i feel all alone i feel a bit annoyed
have we given up on our island
our have most my people gone to greedy
and to self absorbed into there own thinking

i feel like the last
i feel at times im alone
i just want happyness
but why can't we all just
unite together and pull it off

aspect of life is hard to endure
our to understand its up to us
to learn what we can

in life we have many regrets
we have many troubles
but its up to us to sort them out

life is a journey
a journey that is long
and never understood

our choices affect how we live
how we see the world
for the world is a mysterious place

its up to us the gather what falls
to pick up life where we left off
to pass on our knowlage

(this poem isnt meant to rhyme but to explain on certian aspects of life)

partners sitting by each other
gazing into the moonlight
holding hands feeling the sand touch there feet

the waves splashing musically to the human ear
and the moonlight reflecting off the water
sharing the momment the woman and the man
slowly embrace to the scene in which they are seeing

hours have passed the old couple fast asleep
for the white dove has sent them to a whole new land
for which to explore and to seek out new adventure
together in happyness to spend eternity together
in there own new lil land

climbing with the wind whipping my face
and thorns sticking into my hands
climbing a mountion by the sea side
i found quite a challenge
or a thorn in my backside

turned around and not only was the sea
in my line of sight but the whole little
area of Allihie was to be seen within my eyes

i could see the the whole little valley
with the fields and hills and a small town to which i passed
to which i just had to look down to see an old copper mine
to see to treasure the sight is one for me to remember

its times like this i wish i could experiance everyday
but savouring the momment will be with me til my dying day
to hear the wind and to see the sight was one i will never forget

(there is now a video of what i was doing on this mountain to which made me to making this poem)

entering kilkee on a warm summers day
with a comforting breeze on my back
walking towards the strand also makes
me remember awhile back

i used to play on the strand as a lil kid
build sand castles among other kids
and jump around in the sea with the other kids
but time flys by and now already im no longer that kid

im a whole new person while i stand on the strand
a whole new person while i walk the strand
looking out at the horseshoe shaped beach
gives me a feeling of happy times
of which i sometimes remember

hearing the seagulls hearing the waves
makes the occisonal visit worth the stay
looking out into the distance
makes me believe the world aint so small
as we are made to believe

from dusk to dawn, I stay
transfixed on natures view.
Its a type of awe that
gives you thoughts of
how amazing it is

from dusk to dawn i listen
to the birds in the early morning
til the afternoon, natures own musical
is an opera of instant gold.

from dusk to dawn i leave
i leave behind natures view
as it awaits me tomorrow
for it isnt always we stop and watch
natures view