The Burning Sky.

Well, here I am giving the Creativity Corner a shot. I don't usually post my poetry outside of my regular posting site due to the fact that very few are aware of it, but I figured I should try to break out of my habits a bit. I generally title my poetry in foreign languages such as Irish Gaeilge in this case, so for this post I've translated the title to English in the "Thread Title". This is my most recent poem.​

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Is è an Spèir Do.​

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Demons waltz the Earth's circumference as "Saints" sip their coffee in bed.​

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Funny how these days the skies transition back and forth from blue to red.​

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I always found it interesting how the loneliest individual could be in a crowd.​

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Equally, the most chaotic hide flaming nostrils behind an aesthetic shroud.​

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The air is pungent with the aroma of petrichor and the stench of brimstone.​

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Despite the cool air I can't help but feel like I've been drenched in acetone.​

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With a pocket full of strike-anywhere matches I feel as though I'm burning.​

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Even though just a single day's escape is all that I can really see myself yearning.​

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Just another day in paradise I suppose, then this will all pass eventually.​

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I just hope things pass sooner rather than later, even if it's accidentally.​

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That was absolutely astonishing!! This is a piece I'd expect to find in a historical poetry book. You should definitely post more. I'm honestly speechless trying to think of a way to explain how I'm feeling. All I can think to say is that you're an excellent poet. I hope you know that. You should post here more often.

I'm rarely at a loss for words, so you've done an excellent job. Great poem, absolutely terrific wording, and a rhyming scheme to boot. I love it. ^^

 

I have to agree with Nights that is a great poem. It is rare that he is at a loss for words just like it is rare for me to like anything. Yet you have caused both so good work and I hope to see you post more in the future.

 

Thank you! I'm really glad to hear that, I'll post a bit more here and there over time for sure. :D

I appreciate it, thank you! I'll be sure to post a bit more when I've got more free time.

 

Finally had a bit of free time, so here's two more poems.​

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Ceangailte i rith an Gheimhridh​

The snow fell softly as whispers were exchanged,​

Purifying even the most corrupt and deranged.​

The air fell silent as the skies faded to black,​

Little sparks of light peering in from the back.​

Two lonely souls laid in the ashen layers of frost,​

After ages of searching they were no longer lost.​

Lonely no more they had found convalescense,​

Brightening each other with utter phosphorescense.​

Hand in hand they travel with heart and mind as one,​

Emotions create peace from chaos similar to the Sun.​

Far and wide over the land and through the seas,​

Stopping occasionally to relax beneath the trees.​

There is no destination because it’s already found,​

Because between the two their destination is bound.​

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Arís Eile, Fionraí Beochan.​

Once again I’m left here outside all alone,​

Hooked up to the stars by each and every bone.​

Suspended by threads of a fragile construction,​

Equally each strand binds each joint in conjunction.​

The breeze gently sways the cracked shell of a body now,​

Tears run up the face and fall from each quivering brow.​

A steady beat in time is held within a locked chest,​

The key is held by a timid man who’s soon laid to rest.​

The breeze evokes a wind and produces a laceration,​

A thread is broken resulting in a non-lethal decapitation.​

I hear it takes years to weave a single thread like those,​

And it can be unbearable to watch the joint as it regrows.​

I suppose that things so delicate are just as equally strong,​

Because they support each joint regardless of what’s wrong.​

Through illness and wear the threads live onward together,​

Working even when one of the others must pause and sever.​

Patiently and understanding each bone relates to every thread,​

For all those aching bones wish themselves is a comfortable bed. ​

 

Again, these are great ^^ You have an amazing way with words. Each line comes across so fluently because of the way it's been written out. Spelling and grammar are . . . for lack of a better word . . . perfect!! Rhyming scheme is terrific. Absolutely stupendous work ^^

 

You have done well yet again. I have to ask where do you get the ideas for these awesome poems?

 

Well thanks, Nights! I really appreciate that. I'm really glad to hear that you enjoyed them. ^^

Thanks, Odamadillo. Usually when I write poetry I write it on the spot. Whatever's going on in my life usually kinda becomes a guide for the topic or influences the poem as a whole.