Poetic Justice

 

In this post, I will be adding some poems of my own. Bare with me as they are years old or freshly made while I am half asleep! Please enjoy some of these poems I made. I will also be adding some great poets like ROBERT FROST. Those with no recognition is by me. Hope you like my poems!

The Vines of Love 

Two spirits lost before the world.

No direction to where it may be lead.

Two souls find two bodies to claim.

But love was not to be found.

Searching the world for soul-less bodies.

But no bodies were found to be loved.

A man and woman meets.

But no words was there to speak.

Both stand face to face.

Two souls have found their pace.

A home for the souls were given upon.

But few were still alone.

Like leaves on vines, these souls blown.

Still no bodies were to be found.

All alone, these souls are lost.

As the heart beats, they hear a sound.

They wish to follow, but at what cost?

The Vines of Love wraps around.

Two souls connected as one.

Two hearts are intertwined.

None can break this love.

The Vines of Love are forever.

Two souls meet in between.

Two souls are forever.

Love is eternity.

Annabel Lee

BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

It was many and many a year ago,

   In a kingdom by the sea,

That a maiden there lived whom you may know

   By the name of Annabel Lee;

And this maiden she lived with no other thought

   Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love that was more than love—

   I and my Annabel Lee—

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven

   Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,

   In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling

   My beautiful Annabel Lee;

So that her highborn kinsmen came

   And bore her away from me,

To shut her up in a sepulchre

   In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,

   Went envying her and me—

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,

   In this kingdom by the sea)

That the wind came out of the cloud by night,

   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love

   Of those who were older than we—

   Of many far wiser than we—

And neither the angels in Heaven above

   Nor the demons down under the sea

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side

   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,

   In her sepulchre there by the sea—

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Drowning In My Own Pool of Tears

As these tears rain down my cheeks,
My eyes tell a tale of sorrow and a heart-broken fairy tale.
I look into your eyes and I get lost in a trance.
Butterflies fly in my stomach when you tell me you’re miles, feet, inches away from me.
My eyes see everyone around me, but my heart seize only you.
I am drowning in my own pool of tears.
And it hurts to confess what I have felt for the longest time.
It even hurts more when you don’t know the truth until today.
As I lay here drowning in my sorrows,
You stand there not knowing my pain.
You say one thing, but mean another.
My heart has been damaged for the last time.
My head has been thinking way too long.
My eyes have been crying too many tears.
My body is tired for dragging myself down.
While drowning in my own pool of tears,
Just listen and look to what you have been missing.
I’m not like her.
I’m just me who will always end up falling for you once again.
So drown me in my own pool of tears,
And set my heart free.

The Road Not Taken

BY ROBERT FROST

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.