03-01-2013, 11:46 PM
Good afternoon,
this is pretty much my first poem in English (I'm not a native speaker), so please be very critical as I have to improve. What does sound weird to you? I know the rythm could be improved, it is not finished I guess.
Your hair does shine like the fire
of the Library of Alexandria
once alive was the Wall of Hadrian
reclaimed now by the heathy mire.
Many a tale is lost on a burnt scroll,
in the end all walls do fall
yet with years gone by new ones soar
perhaps stories can live once more.
And still, after all those years
in my night´s asylum
i still see the blaze on the Egyptian beach
across the glen the ravens screech
and a rusty pilum
my heart tries to pierce.
this is pretty much my first poem in English (I'm not a native speaker), so please be very critical as I have to improve. What does sound weird to you? I know the rythm could be improved, it is not finished I guess.
Your hair does shine like the fire
of the Library of Alexandria
once alive was the Wall of Hadrian
reclaimed now by the heathy mire.
Many a tale is lost on a burnt scroll,
in the end all walls do fall
yet with years gone by new ones soar
perhaps stories can live once more.
And still, after all those years
in my night´s asylum
i still see the blaze on the Egyptian beach
across the glen the ravens screech
and a rusty pilum
my heart tries to pierce.
