Post by harlequinsjester on May 19, 2009 20:30:50 GMT -5
very sweet and simple tensh, i like it
im not one for poems, but had to do one about our family in my english class...
Laying in bed enveloped in sheets,
She breathes with caution,
Slowly her warm scent twines
With her thoughts and loosely
Dances around the tiny beams of
Moonlit silver framing her delicate shape.
What she yearns for is impossible to
Transform into words,
Yet her heart beats furiously
Forcing her mind to exist in the
Realms of unfocused consciousness.
She stirs and her restless eyes
Scourge the room for any distraction.
The deafening murmurs of her
Ticking clock hum in the still of the room,
Prowling. Preventing sleep.
She aches for his warmth on her
Numb hands and his cooling brush of
Fingertips against her tender neck.
Blushing crimson, she closes her eyes
Drifting into black. Emptyness.
Of nothing but the constant reminders
Of being completely
Alone.
---------------------------------------------------
He rests his fingers against the window,
taking in the innocence of her beauty.
His eyes smolder with regret,
His jaw hardens from the intense
Burning in his lungs.
He cannot breathe.
The sheets gently mould into her skin,
and tuck around her protruding stomach.
He glazes over all of a sudden, and watches.
The faintest bump breaks the smooth surface
Of the white snow melting over her.
He can hear it.
The faint beating, in time with its mother.
No longer will he live with this.
He melts into the enveloping shadows,
Letting go of her pulsing heart.
There is nothing now.
Silence pierces the house, the hall.
The delicate glow of morning
invades through the trees,
Blurring any imperfections.
She lies there, as still as stone.
Still clutching her stomache.
The baby kicks once more,
And gives up hope
im not one for poems, but had to do one about our family in my english class...
Laying in bed enveloped in sheets,
She breathes with caution,
Slowly her warm scent twines
With her thoughts and loosely
Dances around the tiny beams of
Moonlit silver framing her delicate shape.
What she yearns for is impossible to
Transform into words,
Yet her heart beats furiously
Forcing her mind to exist in the
Realms of unfocused consciousness.
She stirs and her restless eyes
Scourge the room for any distraction.
The deafening murmurs of her
Ticking clock hum in the still of the room,
Prowling. Preventing sleep.
She aches for his warmth on her
Numb hands and his cooling brush of
Fingertips against her tender neck.
Blushing crimson, she closes her eyes
Drifting into black. Emptyness.
Of nothing but the constant reminders
Of being completely
Alone.
---------------------------------------------------
He rests his fingers against the window,
taking in the innocence of her beauty.
His eyes smolder with regret,
His jaw hardens from the intense
Burning in his lungs.
He cannot breathe.
The sheets gently mould into her skin,
and tuck around her protruding stomach.
He glazes over all of a sudden, and watches.
The faintest bump breaks the smooth surface
Of the white snow melting over her.
He can hear it.
The faint beating, in time with its mother.
No longer will he live with this.
He melts into the enveloping shadows,
Letting go of her pulsing heart.
There is nothing now.
Silence pierces the house, the hall.
The delicate glow of morning
invades through the trees,
Blurring any imperfections.
She lies there, as still as stone.
Still clutching her stomache.
The baby kicks once more,
And gives up hope
