Few Pieces of Riekons Poetry :)

Dont Judge! XD

-Confusion

When I feel this pain,
Its like a feeling of hollow
If it not being stabbed
Its something we call sorrow.
-
But in the chest,
like being pressured
In a dark chamber it hides
nothing coming to its measure.
-
Is it my heart,
Or is it my mind
Just something so simple
that none can find...


Fire under our pot (Needs a new name..)


There are times,
were we stand over the boiling
pot of water, the steam
rising to hit the pores of our face


and were the sun is covered
by thick black clouds,
ready to drop all of its
tears, emotions. The times
in which we cant help to stare.

Until a drop hits the iris,
and runs down the round hills
to find its self in a sewer,
lost and helpless.

Falling off the world
into something different,
one realizes that gravity,
is not always on our side

To carve a scar
into the earth letting,
Prancing streams decorate
the pale rocks.

There are times,
Were the sun seems to shine
brighter, than the very fire under
our pot.

Were scars fade under
the bright tan, and we find our
self. In a world we'll never
Understand.

Winter Willow

A withered touch beneath my fingers

Under the cold bark a heart beats,

The sap sturrs warming to my touch

My love; what the Willow seeks.

-

The wind whistles through the limbs

the Willow speaks to me, its life in my eyes

Times of rain and snow, thunder and clouds

My touch to the tree; she sighs.

-

The soul reaching out into mine

A Winter Willow speaks,

And here they stand

The two lovers, meet.




Breathing Fire

When you start to believe
you run out of tears
you can only dream
about all those years

And the safety, and warmth..
of those kind arms
even when you look out the window
and wish apon the stars

to have one last moment
of peace and glory
and when they sat there
reading those storys

and the linger of warmth
apon your cheek
from all the kisses
when you were weak

and when you cannot believe
they have left this desolace world
my heart coming an empty abyss
and all the love left; unfurled

And all my love falls
as so as my hate
into a puddle
to be handled by fate

only to live my days
surpressed and tired
because it is so hard
to chain in the fire


And for something a little different:


A touch of Gold

A gentle brush of her fingers,
Sending shivers down my spine.
The love I see in her eyes,
Is a love that equals mine.

She greets me with a smile,
And leaves me with a kiss.
If she were to ever leave me,
I couldn't imagine what I'd miss.

Maybe it's her touch,
Or the way she makes me feel.
But whatever it is,
I'm head over heels.

Rie Rie, I love this stanza:

Falling off the world
into something different,
one realizes that gravity,
is not always on our side

Absolutely love that.

My favorite is "Winter Willow". I dunno why. Maybe it's because Willows are my favorite trees.

You're such a romantic.

A touch of gold! It's so pretty. I like all of the poems, but that one the most.
In most places it's easy to find a rhythm, which is a poem's life blood in my opinion. Well...beside the words and meaning. But without a rhythm poems can just be a mess of words with imagery that's understandable.
So it's good that you have it!