moremia:

hi saintsam,d poem is cool
i might b wrong but i think d answer is
a very big tree in d forest

:DMOREMIA u made me laugh,of course it is quite glarin from the poem that it is a tree,but the tree was used metaphorically,now thats a clue,think hard girl.

hey christiana,this is one of my best love poem.I have posted it in a thread b/4 (POETRY CONTEST), and am postin it again.it kind of long,but enjoy it.


THE PERFECT ROSE




The forge , part 1


On a Wing of Lovers Dreams

Down the Spiral of our mind

Many beauteous Crystal Scenes

Unfold, the Perfect land to find




At Rainbows end the perfect Gems

Create new colours, Never seen

By a Human eye, ne'ere Aeons when

The gods reflect such happenings been




There yonder Heavens marbled Gate

The Womb of precious Gossamer Thread

Wherein the Melt of lovers fate

With God's great heart is truly Wed




The Union of the Sweetness melt

Of all that's Pure in flakes sublime

Love himself in Passion felt

To blend and merge his Hall of Time




So to this Crystal Womb of Light

All that Mankind as Precious knows

To faerie weave in Laughter bright

This one, this only, Perfect Rose




So look upon this Perfect Rose

No words describe, no perfect Prose

Come near the Beauty of this flower

Cast by Love's hand, in Lovers Bower




The loss , part 2




Now we have the Perfect Rose

Graft to Earth by lover's hand

Woven in by Elfen Shews

Of Beauty Bright, to grace the land




And Rose roots in, perfection bright

Blood Hue sights, to Light the world

A World in need, as Humans fight

To possess the Whole that sight unfurled




Greed fuels the mighty, feeds the lance

Produces bombs, in fight for Rose

Obscures, with smoke, the lovers dance

And blasts to bits perfection's pose




Lovers Anger now abate

Just grief at little Root remains

Scattered in bits by Cruel Hate

Love is broken, scattered, pains




War does reign and pain arise

Scattered wide the Rosen bits

Softly salved by Victim sighs

And hidden deep by Brutal Hits




Here in us, a Petal Half

Buried deep, doth Love impart

In hazy Quest to Lover seek

The Petal Half which makes complete




The return , part 3




Man and Woman halfen each

Fallen from the Heavens above

Half a Rose's Petal reach

To touch the Heights of gracious love




Quest on Earth to seek the Other

Halves to meet, complete and whole

Lovesong rise in the Heartbeats flutter

To seek the whole Creation Soul




Jigsaw bits to fit together

Perfect Whole in Love, replete

Lovers call to Be Forever

A perfect marriage, peace complete




Now I have met you, Perfect One

Holder of the other part

Eyes reflects the Gossamer Womb

Where we were forged by Lover's Heart




I see the Teardrop in your eye

Reflect the Pain of World all-round

See children hurt and parent cry

As brutal man does Mercy pound




But joined together we must start

The lovers Peace to World impart

Loveheart healing all world woes

Joined, the Perfect Petals pledge , this

Shining, Lovely, Perfect Rose.

Hey Christiana,who told u am not romantic,am a poet,and poet are always romantic,it depends on wats terms u judge romanticism.The only thing about me is that I have never love a girl,am still lookin for that girl that would be able to steal my heart,does that makes me unromantic? or u want me to send some of my love poems,girl am a romantic dude.

Ur poem touch the inept of my soul,it gave me a reason to thank God.I love poems like this.

Thanks christiana.here is my poem on wisdom.

WISDOM


Life's simply an adventure , nothing less and nothing more
And it's Destiny that starts you that first day.
But though your path's been scripted, it's your choices that decide
How well you've played the game along the way.

And when the journey's over and it's time to mark your score
That chronicles the progress that you've gained.
It's not the final tally of the wealth that you've amassed
Nor all the knowledge that you have attained.

It all comes down to wisdom and what you've learned of life
And how you've used that wisdom to unlock
The doors that hold the answers to the universe and more
And let you see the truths that others mock.

And not an ounce of wisdom's gained from all the games you've won,
Nor from those times you've finished far ahead.
It's only gained from lessons learned from all the times you've lost
And all those painful moments when you bled.

Oh, I know self pity's easy when your life has been besieged
And it's easy wishing that there was a way
To rise above the turmoil and live a life of ease
And have your troubles simply melt away.

But should that wish be granted, the danger that exists
Is that your search for wisdom falls apart.
Then when your trip is over you might come to realize
You're no better off than you were at the start.

So it's not that I'm a guru or a sage of brilliant mind,
But of this life I've taken quite a slice.
I've lost enough and bled enough to make me kind of feel
I'm qualified to offer this advice:

Play the hand that's dealt you; play the cards as best you can
And rejoice in all the time Life lets you win.
And then, for all the other times when Life has cut you deep
Sit back and feel the wisdom soaking in.

u made me laugh,christiana,well if I have one wish,I would wish for wisdom like king solomon in the Bible,I think if I one wisdom,even my Girl friend would benefit frm it.

OK Nnilla

Angelstone,u are welcome.

Christiana,am still thinking.Have u listen to R J SONG TITLED 'IF I HAVE ONE WISH'?

Hey,franc,I will miss ya.

Is Nnilla going too? who is goin to judge and critize my poems? i will miss u.

moremia,my riddle is in the poem,the titled "THE TREE AND I" I asked a question in that poem.Do u think u know the answer? lets see. the poem is on page 12.

davidylan:

Goodbye little girl

there is a time to meet
a time to part
a time to say goodbye
a time to realise
that some face we see today
we'll see again no more

a time to know
that all the fun
the dreams and tears
and the pains we shared
will soon be past memories
fading away with time

as we take a giant leap into the future
knowing full well
that the hearts we shared
the people we cherished
and the friendships we built
may never be ours to hold again

we meet to part
we part to meet
though time may keep us apart
and though we may never meet again
the memories of all the good things
and thoughts we shared
will remain engraved on the table of our hearts
where they'll never fade away,

I love the rhythm.