Poetry – Page 8 – Parisian Poetry

To Hell ~ Before The Battle

I am like Earth’s coldest starHigh as ZeusStubborn as Mars What surcease success bringsIn my sorrowUntimely weptBring on the morrow Into the mirror of my mindBumble beeStings at my insidesTill there be no more For in that battles’ lossSwift victory hath wonAs all my memories comeTo be with me before the mornings drum By ‘TheContinue reading “To Hell ~ Before The Battle”

Lumière Dorée – Méditation 2

Let the light Never retireEnter homes and heartsNever expireLet the light talk in every language knownSo we all can become the ones who learnLet the light hold you upEmbrace your every touchSee me like an hourglassLight that ever-lastsOnce in every whileSomeone will hold a smileThat light will enterAnd spread happiness throughout the world By Sam

Once

It happened the onceAnd never againOld panelled wallsThick with cementRotting flowers in once clear vasesI caressed the peeling paint off those wallsToo much time and yet not enoughMemories that cut deepBut can’t seem to fit once you’re in themI came from that timeI embrace that lifeAnd look forward onto the grass we planted, now overgrownLiveContinue reading “Once”

North by Northwest

All my thoughts Echo in my dreams For all it’s worth Different to me For all this talk Could we be unknown? Thoughts are far from home Think of me Deep inside your head A subsiding dread You will speak of me In the years to come As one you could only dream of LivingContinue reading “North by Northwest”

Ballindalloch

The first bud that spreads A Hawthorne’s kiss What Nature sprinkles You might just miss Four and twenty braveheart roses Stand as shields to the wind Fighting the invisible tides like Moses Whatever mirth that brings Great hues of blues and purples Texture the land and sings As cooing birds and highland cattle do inContinue reading “Ballindalloch”

Sunrise to my Heart

…and with that, they saw the look of love, both conflicted. One spoke as softly as one could, looking as they had done into a thousand faces; the other thought only this, a sweet caress of their partner’s soft lips. The other spoke whilst the other listened, confounded to two balanced positions. No sooner asContinue reading “Sunrise to my Heart”