Post by swampiewolfess on Jan 27, 2008 7:30:48 GMT -5
well since i was asked to post here i decided its about time. Heres a poem that was written about 5 years ago.
New Love
The wolf in me
Has been in pain
I know he's hurt
For i feel his pain.
It's not pain to be seen
Or pain to be felt
But pain of the heart
Hiding under our pelt.
We loved as one
To a single being
Who loved us back
Or so we were seeing.
Turns out we were wrong
We had been used
Till she found another
And left us abused.
The wolf in me
Rests there alone
To love only one
That left us alone.
So we sit here together
To ponder our past
But now we found love
A love that will last.
The love was there always
Forever in our past
We just could not feel it
Twas buried deeply to last.
Its a love for many
Not just a single soul
Its for ones we dubbed as family
Such a long time ago.
That love is as binding
As any pact made
Its a love so pure
To stay till our grave.
ROGUE
We are born;
Blind,
Deaf.
Confined to the depth of our den.
We grow up;
See,
Hear.
Venture into the beginnings of the unkown.
We mature;
Learn,
Hunt.
Begin to know the truth of our birth.
We live;
To know and trust our alpha leader,
To move on and start or join a new pack.
To live and roam solitary.
I have done just this.
Was born, grewup, matured, lived.
I live and roam on my own,
Solitary, a rogue.
I live and trust in myself,
And no more.
I shall never let humanity,
Deprave me of my solitude.
ok heres one that was written a while ago. B4 i type it though there is one thing i must say ... and that is you will notice im not fond of humans, yet i dont mind them either.... its not that there human ... its just...... as my earlyer poem stated im a rogue i keep my distance from everyone, theres verry few ppl who truly get to know me... in any case heres the poem
Run
By the light of the sun
I keep on the move
From the creature called man
And his ever growing son.
By the light of the moon
Is the time i take rest
For asleep is the man
and my time will come soon.
For now it is best
To keep myself low
As i sleep on the sand
As i am the guest.
With man as my foe
I must stay on the run
For behind me is man
And the distance must grow
By the moon and the sun
I rest again free
For gone is the man
And now comes the fun.
This poem is untitled as of yet and was written while watching a movie about music.
A wolf howls his song
into the nights sky
His voice is so strong
While the moon rises high
As i watch the stars
I listen to his song
as a feeling wells inside
one i do not understand
I listen harder now
To try and understand
this feeling grows much stronger
i still cant understand
As his song grows dim
and this feeling follows suit
i understand it now
though i can not comprehend
As the wolf dissapears from sight
And i begin to see the light
The wolf i heard was me
as i sung that feeling high
feel free to comment as i would appreciate the feedback to name it.
glimps of the soul
Though as i look deeper
i see what is there
i see what i could be
and no path to get there.
As i shift my eyes
and you look back at me
if only for a moment
i see myself happy
Then all was gone
lost to the night
but in those last seconds
i saw my path to take
so now i lay here
with darkness around me
to ponder that path
and the ways to get there
and now i know truth
there is happyness for me
though a quest now lies
spread out before me
to find that happyness
i must find a ballance
a point of equals
between wolf and man
one foot as man
one foot as wolf
Eternally equal
forever divided.
well as i mentiond in begining of my last post here i thought i would post this.SPEECHLESS FRIEND
Alone here i lay,
with the dark creeping in.
I open up and bear my soul,
and cry out to the wind.
the darkness surrounds me,
and yet i still speak true.
to the only one i know,
who will allways love me true.
He may never be as free,
yet never is he bound.
He will allways stay with me,
and allways be around.
He may not breath in life,
and he is never verry still.
He knows of my true nature,
and deeply of my soul.
I speak not of the living,
nor do i speak of the dead.
i speak of my true friend,
The one here on my bed.
I speak to him so openly,
as i pour out from my soul.
He listens there so quietly,
As i slowly fall asleep.
He watches me so closely,
as i slumber on.
He gives to me security,
as the night does tumble on.
I am speaking of my friend,
Laying next to me.
Though he has no given name,
He is known as friend to me.
And though he may be bought,
At a toy store down the street.
He is a soft stuffed wolf,
and verry dear friend to me.
Though stuffed he is,
He is one i trust whole.
for never will he speak,
or betray my buried soul.
still something wrong with this not shure what but ill post it again when its fixed
SPECIAL PLACES
everyone needs a place.
a special place to call there own
ive recently found mine
a place where happyness rules
and fears are lost
I may go there when i please
and lose myself there
yet still leave when i must
its a place i must share
but welcome they are.
for happyness rules there
and nothing is lost.
figured its about time for another one thought i dont know if im done whith it yet (being as i had to turn my laptop on at midnight to get it out b4 i fell asleep and forgot it)
Spirit's Voice.
my spirit is gone
it left me alone
to dwell on this earth
with pain unknown
i lay here in bed
to contemplate life
no answers to find
so many words unsaid
as blackness seeps in
and the lights go dim
i hear a soft voice
that floats in my head
be strong and be safe
all life has an end
and as it draws near
we will be together again.
ok heres a new one i dont think ive posted it anywhere yet.
THINKING OF YOU
when i think of you,
it makes my heart ache.
When i see your hurt,
i tremble and shake.
Though lost to me,
I can still see.
Your happyer now,
than you could be with me.
Though it pains me to do,
I bow down to your choice.
For when i could speak,
I did not have a voice.
And now i am gone,
so many miles away.
Little did i know,
How much i would pay.
The price may not be,
barterd or paid.
Its a price of my flesh,
of my heart that its made.
I sit here now thinking,
Of times that have past.
Some happy, some sad,
of a traveling mind so vast.
It makes it worse still,
thinking of you.
Feeling these thoughts,
so cold and blue.
But deep down in know,
that happyness is truth.
And as long as your happy,
then i shall be too.
Shadows
as i look beside me
i see an image there
a friend i talk to often
yet not hear much from him.
allways there when needed,
allways there when not.
The arguments we have
are never much to hear
for win or lose
matters not to us
for we know each other deeply
my friend, no, my shadow and me
|the newest edition of my slowly ever growing collection
My life is a circle
as i howl in the night
iloose my voice to the wind
all my sorrow and pain
in a string of strong tones.
as the dawn comes to light
and i pack it all in
i still hear those sounds
of songs that were sung.
as dawn turns to day
i still sit there to find
the source for those songs
so i search deep inside.
as evening approaches
at last i am free
i have found my source
for my sorrow and pain.
as the night approaches
i howl out again
for my life is a circle
too hard to explain.
LIFE
the starting of a life
is a great feat to behold
its a miracle of nature
with sensations untold
as it grows up
it gains feelings and size
it grows ever larger
gains knowledge to be wise
though friendships are made
some not meant to last
some gain your trust
and some know your past
and through all this time
there is only one path
there comes a time in its life
when its last moment is death
WEB OF TRUST
Friends are all around us,
Some we havent met,
Others have gained our trust.
That trust is a bond,
That should never be broken,
It's a bond for life.
But when that bond is broken,
It shatters like a web
A web made of trust.
For the trust of one,
Affects the trust of many
as is the way of life.
My trust has been broken by many.
The web, torn and repaired,
now it lies in tatters.
With a few lines holding true,
Ill strengthen the few with others.
for never can the web be repaired.
LIFE OF FREEDOM
A life of freedom
Is something to achieve
It's something I look for
Yet cannot conceive
I yearn to be free
Like the birds in the sky
And as I look up
I see them flying high
Theres a dream that i have
It's a life being free
With no holds to bind me
Thats the life that i see
I look at my life
And of all those around
With many lives happy
I see them all bound
There all bound as i am
Not by strap or by string
But by money and work
its a human type thing
So i dream to be free
Like the birds in the sky
Or a wolf in the forest
Oh how i could cry
But its all just a dream
Yet i wish and i wonder
How it must feel to be free
As i sit here and ponder
Of the birds in the sky
And the wolves running free
Why can't i be happy
Just being me
New Love
The wolf in me
Has been in pain
I know he's hurt
For i feel his pain.
It's not pain to be seen
Or pain to be felt
But pain of the heart
Hiding under our pelt.
We loved as one
To a single being
Who loved us back
Or so we were seeing.
Turns out we were wrong
We had been used
Till she found another
And left us abused.
The wolf in me
Rests there alone
To love only one
That left us alone.
So we sit here together
To ponder our past
But now we found love
A love that will last.
The love was there always
Forever in our past
We just could not feel it
Twas buried deeply to last.
Its a love for many
Not just a single soul
Its for ones we dubbed as family
Such a long time ago.
That love is as binding
As any pact made
Its a love so pure
To stay till our grave.
ROGUE
We are born;
Blind,
Deaf.
Confined to the depth of our den.
We grow up;
See,
Hear.
Venture into the beginnings of the unkown.
We mature;
Learn,
Hunt.
Begin to know the truth of our birth.
We live;
To know and trust our alpha leader,
To move on and start or join a new pack.
To live and roam solitary.
I have done just this.
Was born, grewup, matured, lived.
I live and roam on my own,
Solitary, a rogue.
I live and trust in myself,
And no more.
I shall never let humanity,
Deprave me of my solitude.
ok heres one that was written a while ago. B4 i type it though there is one thing i must say ... and that is you will notice im not fond of humans, yet i dont mind them either.... its not that there human ... its just...... as my earlyer poem stated im a rogue i keep my distance from everyone, theres verry few ppl who truly get to know me... in any case heres the poem
Run
By the light of the sun
I keep on the move
From the creature called man
And his ever growing son.
By the light of the moon
Is the time i take rest
For asleep is the man
and my time will come soon.
For now it is best
To keep myself low
As i sleep on the sand
As i am the guest.
With man as my foe
I must stay on the run
For behind me is man
And the distance must grow
By the moon and the sun
I rest again free
For gone is the man
And now comes the fun.
This poem is untitled as of yet and was written while watching a movie about music.
A wolf howls his song
into the nights sky
His voice is so strong
While the moon rises high
As i watch the stars
I listen to his song
as a feeling wells inside
one i do not understand
I listen harder now
To try and understand
this feeling grows much stronger
i still cant understand
As his song grows dim
and this feeling follows suit
i understand it now
though i can not comprehend
As the wolf dissapears from sight
And i begin to see the light
The wolf i heard was me
as i sung that feeling high
feel free to comment as i would appreciate the feedback to name it.
glimps of the soul
Though as i look deeper
i see what is there
i see what i could be
and no path to get there.
As i shift my eyes
and you look back at me
if only for a moment
i see myself happy
Then all was gone
lost to the night
but in those last seconds
i saw my path to take
so now i lay here
with darkness around me
to ponder that path
and the ways to get there
and now i know truth
there is happyness for me
though a quest now lies
spread out before me
to find that happyness
i must find a ballance
a point of equals
between wolf and man
one foot as man
one foot as wolf
Eternally equal
forever divided.
well as i mentiond in begining of my last post here i thought i would post this.SPEECHLESS FRIEND
Alone here i lay,
with the dark creeping in.
I open up and bear my soul,
and cry out to the wind.
the darkness surrounds me,
and yet i still speak true.
to the only one i know,
who will allways love me true.
He may never be as free,
yet never is he bound.
He will allways stay with me,
and allways be around.
He may not breath in life,
and he is never verry still.
He knows of my true nature,
and deeply of my soul.
I speak not of the living,
nor do i speak of the dead.
i speak of my true friend,
The one here on my bed.
I speak to him so openly,
as i pour out from my soul.
He listens there so quietly,
As i slowly fall asleep.
He watches me so closely,
as i slumber on.
He gives to me security,
as the night does tumble on.
I am speaking of my friend,
Laying next to me.
Though he has no given name,
He is known as friend to me.
And though he may be bought,
At a toy store down the street.
He is a soft stuffed wolf,
and verry dear friend to me.
Though stuffed he is,
He is one i trust whole.
for never will he speak,
or betray my buried soul.
still something wrong with this not shure what but ill post it again when its fixed
SPECIAL PLACES
everyone needs a place.
a special place to call there own
ive recently found mine
a place where happyness rules
and fears are lost
I may go there when i please
and lose myself there
yet still leave when i must
its a place i must share
but welcome they are.
for happyness rules there
and nothing is lost.
figured its about time for another one thought i dont know if im done whith it yet (being as i had to turn my laptop on at midnight to get it out b4 i fell asleep and forgot it)
Spirit's Voice.
my spirit is gone
it left me alone
to dwell on this earth
with pain unknown
i lay here in bed
to contemplate life
no answers to find
so many words unsaid
as blackness seeps in
and the lights go dim
i hear a soft voice
that floats in my head
be strong and be safe
all life has an end
and as it draws near
we will be together again.
ok heres a new one i dont think ive posted it anywhere yet.
THINKING OF YOU
when i think of you,
it makes my heart ache.
When i see your hurt,
i tremble and shake.
Though lost to me,
I can still see.
Your happyer now,
than you could be with me.
Though it pains me to do,
I bow down to your choice.
For when i could speak,
I did not have a voice.
And now i am gone,
so many miles away.
Little did i know,
How much i would pay.
The price may not be,
barterd or paid.
Its a price of my flesh,
of my heart that its made.
I sit here now thinking,
Of times that have past.
Some happy, some sad,
of a traveling mind so vast.
It makes it worse still,
thinking of you.
Feeling these thoughts,
so cold and blue.
But deep down in know,
that happyness is truth.
And as long as your happy,
then i shall be too.
Shadows
as i look beside me
i see an image there
a friend i talk to often
yet not hear much from him.
allways there when needed,
allways there when not.
The arguments we have
are never much to hear
for win or lose
matters not to us
for we know each other deeply
my friend, no, my shadow and me
|the newest edition of my slowly ever growing collection
My life is a circle
as i howl in the night
iloose my voice to the wind
all my sorrow and pain
in a string of strong tones.
as the dawn comes to light
and i pack it all in
i still hear those sounds
of songs that were sung.
as dawn turns to day
i still sit there to find
the source for those songs
so i search deep inside.
as evening approaches
at last i am free
i have found my source
for my sorrow and pain.
as the night approaches
i howl out again
for my life is a circle
too hard to explain.
LIFE
the starting of a life
is a great feat to behold
its a miracle of nature
with sensations untold
as it grows up
it gains feelings and size
it grows ever larger
gains knowledge to be wise
though friendships are made
some not meant to last
some gain your trust
and some know your past
and through all this time
there is only one path
there comes a time in its life
when its last moment is death
WEB OF TRUST
Friends are all around us,
Some we havent met,
Others have gained our trust.
That trust is a bond,
That should never be broken,
It's a bond for life.
But when that bond is broken,
It shatters like a web
A web made of trust.
For the trust of one,
Affects the trust of many
as is the way of life.
My trust has been broken by many.
The web, torn and repaired,
now it lies in tatters.
With a few lines holding true,
Ill strengthen the few with others.
for never can the web be repaired.
LIFE OF FREEDOM
A life of freedom
Is something to achieve
It's something I look for
Yet cannot conceive
I yearn to be free
Like the birds in the sky
And as I look up
I see them flying high
Theres a dream that i have
It's a life being free
With no holds to bind me
Thats the life that i see
I look at my life
And of all those around
With many lives happy
I see them all bound
There all bound as i am
Not by strap or by string
But by money and work
its a human type thing
So i dream to be free
Like the birds in the sky
Or a wolf in the forest
Oh how i could cry
But its all just a dream
Yet i wish and i wonder
How it must feel to be free
As i sit here and ponder
Of the birds in the sky
And the wolves running free
Why can't i be happy
Just being me
