Shall We Dance, The Dance Of Farewells
Let us dance, upon this sandy bank;
Beside the old willow tree;
After our last how now to thee -
Ere our last fare thee well.
And so these past six months,
We sang like nightingales in a golden cage;
To only mark the larks final verse;
To mark, and welcome the withering dawn;
Betimes this morrow;
Ere thy departure;
After this final bow to thee -
(Thus we shall dance one more dance).
Touch my heart with thy love (not thy teary hand);
Send not thy sorrow but thy word of joyous occasion;
Leave a letter of polyphonic prose -
(Dont forget to leave out those
Ode To A Mothering Teacher by xXShadow-PoetryXx, literature
Literature
Ode To A Mothering Teacher
Such sweet sorrow it is
To part from such meaningful
Paradises in strong eyes of a
Mothering Teacher
To why my sun rises
So schoolyard wolves
Feed upon our decaying pride;
Oh, why such a wound
Never brings her down
In this devilish chess game
Protect the weak willed
The maiden without lead.
Thorns of adolescence
Bury deep; yet, such
Mothering comfort keeps me sane
Seems such a burden to carry
When you start to worry for me.
Keeping myself together has
Never been easy
Those nightmares and fears
Of a child so weary and weak.
To dream of such delight or
Speak of such trauma seems possible
Each time m
Life Beyond Borders Of Man by xXShadow-PoetryXx, literature
Literature
Life Beyond Borders Of Man
Golden dust upon these sacred lands draws near, angels of personified beauty; yet we misunderstand their guidance for truth buried deep below our shark filled oceans of unknown mysteries - rushing through woe contaminated lakes and streams.
Caressing pasts intertwine present and future, sparking new balances upon scales of law and justice, thus completing long painful cycles; erasing hardship, creating new currents that push us forward towards priceless advancements; hence, stretching arms of our elders pull imprisoned souls away from poisoned, historic moments of the past.
Here we stand, white man holding hands with black women; s
Slaying The Dreamer by xXShadow-PoetryXx, literature
Literature
Slaying The Dreamer
Sweet tulip graveyard of despair,
Lull the dreams I adore.
Dark lords seduce me in a glare
In worlds wielding unused lore.
Sweet tulip graveyard of despair,
Those meadows of heaven
Share the scent of a prayer
Slaying the romantic eleven.
Lull the dream I adore
For I am a lost maiden of poetic art.
Rotting along the crimson shore,
Summoning thy slayers heart.
Dark lords seduce me in a glare
Leading astray to dreamers hideaway.
Receiving letters from a faraway nightmare
Shall red suns enlighten the dreamers decay.
In worlds wielding unused lore
Our dreams remain romantic.
We live on forever more
In poet
Twinkle, twinkle little blue butterfly
Tell me the tale of a world so bright.
Foul beasts need to enjoy the delight
Without wishing with too much might.
Tell me the tale of a world so bright,
These scars of man are too much to see.
The poetic art of the poet within me
Sends the dread of a long awaited plea.
Foul beast need to enjoy the delight
Of the passion they may never need.
They take all but the gamblers greed
To only find a life without any lead.
Without wishing with to much might,
A maiden attempts to take a daring dream.
In her world of a cruel childrens scheme
Shall they find her dead along the crimson stre
Drink my venom with your beauty divine, for you
Shall be my snake; slowly yet carefully breathing
Down my neck while feasting on a dream of a life
Filled with meanings defined for you and me.
Praying among the wolves shall the sins of an
Unblessed lover bring to light a lily in a garden of
Thorns growing along horizons of withering dawns.
Though so deadly yet so desirable
Puppet master, puppet master;
Shall my strings be forever yours?
Does your heart carry the long awaited kiss
Ive always dreamt of in my dreams of lust?
Barely warm upon my bed, for whispering winds
Carry the cries of many raped and forgotten ch
Shall We Dance, The Dance Of Farewells
Let us dance, upon this sandy bank;
Beside the old willow tree;
After our last how now to thee -
Ere our last fare thee well.
And so these past six months,
We sang like nightingales in a golden cage;
To only mark the larks final verse;
To mark, and welcome the withering dawn;
Betimes this morrow;
Ere thy departure;
After this final bow to thee -
(Thus we shall dance one more dance).
Touch my heart with thy love (not thy teary hand);
Send not thy sorrow but thy word of joyous occasion;
Leave a letter of polyphonic prose -
(Dont forget to leave out those
Ode To A Mothering Teacher by xXShadow-PoetryXx, literature
Literature
Ode To A Mothering Teacher
Such sweet sorrow it is
To part from such meaningful
Paradises in strong eyes of a
Mothering Teacher
To why my sun rises
So schoolyard wolves
Feed upon our decaying pride;
Oh, why such a wound
Never brings her down
In this devilish chess game
Protect the weak willed
The maiden without lead.
Thorns of adolescence
Bury deep; yet, such
Mothering comfort keeps me sane
Seems such a burden to carry
When you start to worry for me.
Keeping myself together has
Never been easy
Those nightmares and fears
Of a child so weary and weak.
To dream of such delight or
Speak of such trauma seems possible
Each time m
Life Beyond Borders Of Man by xXShadow-PoetryXx, literature
Literature
Life Beyond Borders Of Man
Golden dust upon these sacred lands draws near, angels of personified beauty; yet we misunderstand their guidance for truth buried deep below our shark filled oceans of unknown mysteries - rushing through woe contaminated lakes and streams.
Caressing pasts intertwine present and future, sparking new balances upon scales of law and justice, thus completing long painful cycles; erasing hardship, creating new currents that push us forward towards priceless advancements; hence, stretching arms of our elders pull imprisoned souls away from poisoned, historic moments of the past.
Here we stand, white man holding hands with black women; s
Not much to say about myself. I'm mostly a Poet who (often) speaks the Elizabethan Tongue. I'm currently completeing Year 11 (soon to be Year 12) at the moment; so my time on DA is often limited.
I run my own Website, Crimson Twilight Projects, which I (shall) post up some (hopefully) good writing references and some of my own work for public view.
Current Residence: Broken Hill / New South Wales / Australia Favourite genre of music: Gothic Metal/Rock Opera
Favourite Movies
Romeo and Juliet, King Lear, A Midsummer Night's Dream
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nightwish, Tarja Turunen, Forever Slave, Augie March, Janis Ian, Aqua
Just A Few Links:
Crimson Twilight Projects | Number Guessing Game |
Introduction To Poetry Tutorial | Writing Tutorial Account | Contact Me
Well, its that time of year again. School Holidays!
But its also that time of the year where I must study hard too.
I do have plans to start writing again (both prose and poetry) but my main plan for the holidays is to write up from Writing Tutorials and References for both my study and study for those who would like to brush up on their writing skills too.
I have been browsing through DeviantART and reading people's deviations and given some advanced critiques as part of my English Study; so I ho
Hi there everyone!
I'm looking for people to test out my little Program/Game Demo for my Major Assignment for Software Design and Development. Am looking for Feedback thta allows me to improve the program/game.
I have to make a Number Guessing Game Program (hence why I'm saying Program/Game. All depends on how you look at it.)
If your interested, you can download the program here: http://xxshadow-poetryxx.deviantart.com/art/CTP-Number-Guessing-Game-126816074
Either Email or comment on the Deviation with your feedback and I shall repay you graciously. I promise you that.
On other notes, If you give me a few weeks of free time, I shall hav
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Angels Fall First
Passion And The Opera
Swanheart
She Is My Sin
The Kinslayer
Two For Tragedy
Bare Grace Misery
Bless The Child
Slaying The Dreamer
Feel For You
Ocean Soul
Long Lost Love
Higher Than Hope
Poet And The Pendulum
Eva
Meadows Of Heaven
The Forever Moments
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