Rache_san
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A Stormy Winter Night
A still night stirs the heart
As the stars tell their stories
A tiny flurry sparks a storm
From which no one is warm
Glistening in the frozen air
Petite sky diamonds float
Caked on blankets of white
Sticking with all their might
Heavy hearts are burdened by
The painful moans of Winter
A confusing mass of whirling wind
The toughest foundations sway, bend
The sun has shown his power indeed
But there is another force to heed
My arm is strong, my air, biting
I won't give up! I'll die fighting
My armies aren't kind to any
For there is no mercy in me
The howling winds scare the wolves
The whispering chills disturb the wise
The heartless air freezes the bone
The empty world brings many cries
The night is treacherous
But with dawn comes beauty
Survive the night and you'll see
A sight more beautiful than any
A wonderland of white, so pure
Innocence, every heart stirs
Night-time Wonder
Lady of the Night
Shining so bright
Hidden by day
Kept always away
Until promised time
Dear friend of mine
Don't go away
Your children are your pride
In the lonely sky there lyed
A glistening of hope so pure
A wish; childish hearts stir
So set a thing to see as this
So easy to pass by or miss
Such beauty; all seeing hearts lure
Lady in White
Keep up your fight
To remain our mystery
You've set yourself in history
A symbol to us all
Until you're called to fall
Don't go away
Field of Grey
To whom it may concern
It may trouble you to learn
Out here in this field of grey
I went wandering and lost my way
Out here in this field of grey
You'll never see the light of day
No matter what, you won't discern
Or find a single soul who's concerned
There's nothing fun to do or share
There's never a day with any care
You won't find a single hardship
You won't nurture another friendship
To whom it may concern
It may trouble you to learn
It's dead as dead in this field of grey
Where I got stuck on a busy day
I didn't notice I'd lost my way
I can't go on another day
Faith, Doubt
I can't help but feel I'm being cheated
As if it's all some great big joke
Has the draught really been defeated?
Or is this all just mirrors and smoke?
Somewhere in my heart I wish to believe again
But my mind tells me my eyes play tricks
Somewhere deep I feel like it really does depend
On actions, how many ribbons, how many licks
Are miracles coincidence or is there something more?
Why does the world tell us we must settle the score?
A river of rain, a mountain of dust, the sky turns red
But Hope falls from the sky, for you and I, He is our Bread
(here's a note I added to it on the original site I posted 'Faith, Doubt' on: So I thought I was writing a poem about snow and halfway through it the poem informed me it was not about snow. Always nice to be told before you go and ruin it. Anyways, it's a short little... I dunno.. it looks semi-sonnet style for someone who has no clue what a sonnet's criteria is XD I guess the poem is talking about moments of doubt when we're completely unsure if everything we believe is a cruel lie or not. The last two lines are definitely defining. Glory revealed through every natural miracle - floods, sunsets, etc. - is a marvelous and constant reminder of how small we really are, and how powerful the Creator is. Perhaps made that way not only for it's beauty and wonder, but TO remind us of that - His own way of leaving us messages - and how sad it is that most people utterly ignore that fact, turn a blind eye, or credit chance.)
A Stormy Winter Night
A still night stirs the heart
As the stars tell their stories
A tiny flurry sparks a storm
From which no one is warm
Glistening in the frozen air
Petite sky diamonds float
Caked on blankets of white
Sticking with all their might
Heavy hearts are burdened by
The painful moans of Winter
A confusing mass of whirling wind
The toughest foundations sway, bend
The sun has shown his power indeed
But there is another force to heed
My arm is strong, my air, biting
I won't give up! I'll die fighting
My armies aren't kind to any
For there is no mercy in me
The howling winds scare the wolves
The whispering chills disturb the wise
The heartless air freezes the bone
The empty world brings many cries
The night is treacherous
But with dawn comes beauty
Survive the night and you'll see
A sight more beautiful than any
A wonderland of white, so pure
Innocence, every heart stirs
Night-time Wonder
Lady of the Night
Shining so bright
Hidden by day
Kept always away
Until promised time
Dear friend of mine
Don't go away
Your children are your pride
In the lonely sky there lyed
A glistening of hope so pure
A wish; childish hearts stir
So set a thing to see as this
So easy to pass by or miss
Such beauty; all seeing hearts lure
Lady in White
Keep up your fight
To remain our mystery
You've set yourself in history
A symbol to us all
Until you're called to fall
Don't go away
Field of Grey
To whom it may concern
It may trouble you to learn
Out here in this field of grey
I went wandering and lost my way
Out here in this field of grey
You'll never see the light of day
No matter what, you won't discern
Or find a single soul who's concerned
There's nothing fun to do or share
There's never a day with any care
You won't find a single hardship
You won't nurture another friendship
To whom it may concern
It may trouble you to learn
It's dead as dead in this field of grey
Where I got stuck on a busy day
I didn't notice I'd lost my way
I can't go on another day
Faith, Doubt
I can't help but feel I'm being cheated
As if it's all some great big joke
Has the draught really been defeated?
Or is this all just mirrors and smoke?
Somewhere in my heart I wish to believe again
But my mind tells me my eyes play tricks
Somewhere deep I feel like it really does depend
On actions, how many ribbons, how many licks
Are miracles coincidence or is there something more?
Why does the world tell us we must settle the score?
A river of rain, a mountain of dust, the sky turns red
But Hope falls from the sky, for you and I, He is our Bread
(here's a note I added to it on the original site I posted 'Faith, Doubt' on: So I thought I was writing a poem about snow and halfway through it the poem informed me it was not about snow. Always nice to be told before you go and ruin it. Anyways, it's a short little... I dunno.. it looks semi-sonnet style for someone who has no clue what a sonnet's criteria is XD I guess the poem is talking about moments of doubt when we're completely unsure if everything we believe is a cruel lie or not. The last two lines are definitely defining. Glory revealed through every natural miracle - floods, sunsets, etc. - is a marvelous and constant reminder of how small we really are, and how powerful the Creator is. Perhaps made that way not only for it's beauty and wonder, but TO remind us of that - His own way of leaving us messages - and how sad it is that most people utterly ignore that fact, turn a blind eye, or credit chance.)
And thanks for the reminder! I remember learning about Italian Sonnets in school a few years ago but I could never quite grasp what made it a sonnet... lol