Lily's Den of Lyrical Nonsense

[Tiger Lily]

I don't really know where this came from, really. I just always thought the wind sounded sad.
First poetry I've written in who knows how long, so don't be too harsh.
Oh, and the rhyme scheme ... It's not there. Not regular, at least. =P

Windsong

The breeze moaned through the forest
Singing a ghostly song
Though the leaves whistled a chorus
The wind wailed its carol alone

There was no hope for the hollow gusts
As they swirled through the wood at dusk
There was no glory in its nocturne
Only a tale of woe

No one knew of the windsong
No one knew of its pain
There was no triumph in its mournful hymn
There was nothing to gain

Yeah ... I'm no poet. XD

[Chez Daja]

Wow. I read that an throughly enjoyed it.

You have some serious talent. You need to post in this thing more!

But yeah, I like the words you used in it;
"nocturne", "windsong", "hymn", "mournful", "hollow", "gusts", dusk"...

It's excellent, I loved it.

[Tiger Lily]

I need to find the stuff I wrote during SOSE class. But in the meantime...
This one's not so lyrical ... but still. I wrote it, and that's all the criteria it needs to fill. I got bored and wrote it. And yeah.. Keep in mind that I'm no poet.. XD

Maybe She

She sits there, pondering
You don't she's there
Because she never makes herself known.
But she's there,
Always there.
And she watches,
Always watches,
Always thinks,
Always there.

She wants to know what's happening
But in this world, she's always
One step behind.
She can't keep up,
And she only wants to help.
Or maybe,
She wants help.
Help to understand.
To catch up with what she's missed.

Maybe,
Just maybe,
She wants to walk by your side.
Maybe,
Just maybe,
She doesn't want the second hand news.
Maybe,
Just maybe...

Maybe she cares.

[Silver]

Not so lyrical, Lily?
I've seem some commercial songs with shorter lyrics. I like this one and I liked your previous one. They're both great.
I love the soul of your first one, it's like a glimpse into an abandoned region of a real forest, and seems to have a deeper meaning too. And the second is more of the same. It's got meaning, and it comes across well with the words you've used.

Quite frankly if you're not a poet, I have no idea who is.

[OmniTense]

Make a note that I am no idler poster and flatterer. I have commented on very few lyrical and poetic efforts in my stint here at TFF.

I would like to comment on your poems, as poems, that I find as the potential birth of a serious and a professional poet.

I do not give credit where credit is not due. You are talented and I wish that you would continue your occupation as a poet with a lot of zeal and encouragement. I particularly appreciated your efforts in the poem "Windsong".

It is very much like a poem from a favorite poet of mine and I hope you continue to write.


Your lyrical admirer,
-Sin

[Tiger Lily]

Got some more for you ... Again, I'm not a poet! >.>

The Clouds

The clouds, they tumble carelessly
Across the azure sky,
Not seeing, hearing, caring
What is happening nearby.

The clouds, they venture endlessly
Over sea and land
Never stopping, never stumbling,
Never offering a hand.

The clouds, they haven’t get a care
For any but themselves,
And because of this they cry alone,
Pouring tears to earthly realms.

The clouds, they suffer every day,
They cannot ask for help
Because they know naught other than
Wandering the skies alone,
Oblivious to all else.


Pictures of What I Want

Painting pictures of what I want,
Not of what I need.
Everything I crave, there
In oil on canvas.
Every flaw in my desires
Laid bare for everyone to see.
Maybe I want to see perfection,
Not reality.
Because reality is rarely perfect.

Painting pictures of what I want,
There’s no harm in that.
I want to see consistency,
The colours in regular patterns.
I require control of what happens,
And the brush obeys my whims.
There’s nothing wrong with seeing
An image of flawlessness.

Painting pictures of what I want,
Not of what I need.
Like the ill-fated Lily Maid,
I’ve become lost in the pictures
Unfolding before my eyes.
I am half sick of shadows,
I am half sick of lies.
Perhaps, perhaps what I need
Is a good dose of reality.
The world is not perfect,
And I can accept that.
But now I need to see it.
Need to see it to believe it.

[Tiger Lily]

More stuff I dug out of my German book...
I'm not going to say it ... I get told off when I do. ><

Conflict

In this world there are
Two types of people.
Us.
And them.

What separates the two cultures?
Is it a barrier of intellect?
Appearance, maybe?
Or is it just that
They refuse to conform
To common stereotype?

Who has the right
To judge which is right
And which is wrong?
Not you.
Not I.

But if I had to choose,
I would say that we are in the wrong,
And they are in the right.


Like a Car Crash in Slow Motion

Like a car crash in slow motion
Every fault is laid bare
You can see
Everything that could have been done
To prevent it
And yet you can do
Nothing.
Gravity has taken over
And all there is to do
Is watch everything you thought you knew
Crumple before your eyes.

Like a car crash in slow motion
One slip, and you become
A mere spectator,
A witness to your own doom.
Spinning out of control,
Spiraling into despair
All there is left...

Is to wait.
Wait for the end to come.

Feedback would be helpful. Positive or negative, no matter. ^^

[Fishie]

You sure you're not a poet. It doesn't rhyme but who cares? You have amazing wording and "Conflict" is awesome. I can relate to it and I really think you should keep on writing. Honestly, I have no negative feedback. You're poem tell a story and it tells it beautifully.

[Tiger Lily]

Thanks, guys. ^^ Glad I'm not writing this stuff for a wall or whatever.
Anyways, here's another.

Stone

It’s a perfect image of you,
It captures your essence,
It holds your soul,
But still, it’s empty.
It has no dreams,
No hopes,
Nothing.

It doesn’t know anything
But the rough hands of its maker
And the harsh fire that sealed it.

Yet it still exists,
Exists without purpose,
Because it is ignorant
Of the possibilities.
It doesn’t know,
It doesn’t care.

And still it goes on.
Cold.
Silent.
Dead.
Stone.

[Tifa1195]

wow!! i read all of them they are the most wonderful things i ever read. i loved windsong its so relaxing. i hope you write more