08-20-2015, 06:23 AM
I feel like ive know you for a very long time,
even since before we were children.
In the life before, and before that, further down the line,
when the world was just a lonely mountain.
I peer beyond the darkness, into another previous life,
And I am in a meadow, full of flowers, and tree full of green leaves.
The sun is spring time yellow, there is no chaos, no strife.
I am humbled by the sight, and the amount beauty this place recieves.
Then I see you, as this heavenly angel, in a bright white dress.
Coming down the mountain to play in the meadow.
Your movements are made in finesse, a gift of the goddess.
So familiar to me, but my memory is a shell, a silent echo.
I am this dandelion, so i cant remember where i met you before.
Then you see me, i can feel you gaze into my heart and soul.
Your smile comforts me, as you pick me out of my soil and core.
Out of all the other flowers, I am happy that you picked me from my grassy knoll.
Your gentle breath tickles me, as you whisper to me your wishes.
I tell you i will make your dreams come true,
Then you blow me away, high above the tree, sending me kisses.
And I dont care how high I am, I am happy to have just met you.
I land gently in your hand, after what seems like eternity,
Granting your one and only wish that I return
I recognize this feeling, when im with you, its called serenity.
Even if i lose myself through the ages, I always remember our hearts burn.
First off, this poem does not have a title. I am open to suggestions for a name for this particular piece. It is in its first draft and i would like to workshop and polish this piece to perfection for public display. Seeing as how i am very rusty at my creative writing i would like more experienced poets to analyze this piece as a creative writing instructor would. I couldnt figure out how to end the last stanza, and i would like some help there. thanks in advance pig pen poets.
even since before we were children.
In the life before, and before that, further down the line,
when the world was just a lonely mountain.
I peer beyond the darkness, into another previous life,
And I am in a meadow, full of flowers, and tree full of green leaves.
The sun is spring time yellow, there is no chaos, no strife.
I am humbled by the sight, and the amount beauty this place recieves.
Then I see you, as this heavenly angel, in a bright white dress.
Coming down the mountain to play in the meadow.
Your movements are made in finesse, a gift of the goddess.
So familiar to me, but my memory is a shell, a silent echo.
I am this dandelion, so i cant remember where i met you before.
Then you see me, i can feel you gaze into my heart and soul.
Your smile comforts me, as you pick me out of my soil and core.
Out of all the other flowers, I am happy that you picked me from my grassy knoll.
Your gentle breath tickles me, as you whisper to me your wishes.
I tell you i will make your dreams come true,
Then you blow me away, high above the tree, sending me kisses.
And I dont care how high I am, I am happy to have just met you.
I land gently in your hand, after what seems like eternity,
Granting your one and only wish that I return
I recognize this feeling, when im with you, its called serenity.
Even if i lose myself through the ages, I always remember our hearts burn.
First off, this poem does not have a title. I am open to suggestions for a name for this particular piece. It is in its first draft and i would like to workshop and polish this piece to perfection for public display. Seeing as how i am very rusty at my creative writing i would like more experienced poets to analyze this piece as a creative writing instructor would. I couldnt figure out how to end the last stanza, and i would like some help there. thanks in advance pig pen poets.