The River RunIt has been a month and soon it will be two;
This ship, it seems, has run its course,
What are we but time’s impending sighs
In a song sung sick; far, far too hoarse?
Life’s dregs are prime, not in hue and cry
Beneath bored Fate’s arousing gaze;
But grow in dole and delight to die
In the battle of every days.
Among the knolls and hills we climb,
Compelled by life’s great upland strive,
I guess one must desert that freight
Which hurts not life nor helps to live.
Thus, to a star, I dare divulge
The wick too will taste this earthly shame;
With prudence dishevel the eyes of time
And give no moment a lasting name.
For PatriciaWere the years to fall away
From your sunlit summer days,
Or race mine years at once, avast!
Spring forth from my feckless past,
Would we stand on even stones
If we had, together grown?
Like two trees in a silent glade
Which caress, in each other's shade,
As two streams concoct the sea
Would our love ever come to be?
Had time not played a bitter hand
And tipped over your clock of sand,
Woe on mine eyes in a trifling trice
To set upon such a cureless price,
And live each day and watch you die
And live to only to say goodbye.
I finally have had enough time to sit down and convert my poems from paper to computer!!
which means I can FINALLY upload them to here!!
Have a read of them and please give me any and all feedback!!
My name is Brodie-Rain and I'm 19. I have a beautiful daughter whom I love very much.
I have been writing poems since I was 8 years old, everything I write is from my own personal experiences.
Be it; my Celtic background, the affairs of my heart, the evils I struggle with or about my daughter, I only write truths. This is my escape, my place for emotional venting, my way to remember there is still beauty in the world.