09-29-2014, 06:53 PM
Hello everyone,
I'm new to this forum but I'd like to jump right into things. I generally write in iambic pentameter but here's a sort of lyrical poem that I wrote a few days ago. I'm fifteen but don't let that stop you from being harsh. I'm harder on myself than anyone else could be.
Maiden in the Wood
Are you a breathing thing amid this wood,
Who dances like a nymph in naked form?
Loosely swing your arms above your head,
Prance light on nimble toes to left then right,
Highly raise yourself unto that glossy air,
Shades of green and bark are all about you,
Feeding your flesh, singing your dance,
Consuming your being, as you consume mine.
O passionate dancer of this wood,
What have you done to earn such skill?
Yellow light does pierce the branches high
Glowing only on your fullest body white,
Focused on you, your jumping figure,
Soaring to heights I had not yet seen achieved.
I approach the dancing maiden who reaches
Both arms long and pale to me,
And hear the enchanting flute within her heart
And peering far behind the scene
Spy a beast of both man and goat;
Weary I study this strange monstrosity
Hooved and whimsical and quite full of himself,
Happily playing his tune, he does me no harm,
As I embrace the naked lady long and wide,
And feel my young soul full of lust.
I'm new to this forum but I'd like to jump right into things. I generally write in iambic pentameter but here's a sort of lyrical poem that I wrote a few days ago. I'm fifteen but don't let that stop you from being harsh. I'm harder on myself than anyone else could be.
Maiden in the Wood
Are you a breathing thing amid this wood,
Who dances like a nymph in naked form?
Loosely swing your arms above your head,
Prance light on nimble toes to left then right,
Highly raise yourself unto that glossy air,
Shades of green and bark are all about you,
Feeding your flesh, singing your dance,
Consuming your being, as you consume mine.
O passionate dancer of this wood,
What have you done to earn such skill?
Yellow light does pierce the branches high
Glowing only on your fullest body white,
Focused on you, your jumping figure,
Soaring to heights I had not yet seen achieved.
I approach the dancing maiden who reaches
Both arms long and pale to me,
And hear the enchanting flute within her heart
And peering far behind the scene
Spy a beast of both man and goat;
Weary I study this strange monstrosity
Hooved and whimsical and quite full of himself,
Happily playing his tune, he does me no harm,
As I embrace the naked lady long and wide,
And feel my young soul full of lust.
Call me Ben