The Novice and a Quill: Catalog of Poems

I'm fleeing from sorrow,
True it may find me tomorrow.
Will then be bleeding from my heart,
But for now conceeding to a new love I start.

It's first weeks my passion an inferno,
Surely this love must be eternal.
For now it seeks her every night, every day,
Never too meek to send her away.

Though what in months to come?
Will our love go numb?
Never shut will my heart ever be,
But does she offer the same to me?

The moon rises this next night,
In battle do I and my fears fight.
Now soon the morning sun returns from retreat,
By noon once again our hearts meet.

As I've Said...
A new day our love may be dead.
But that time I never want to know,
For now, let this love grow.

 

i like it....reminds me of a twisted love story...

i love your last verse...

i always said this about my last love:

"I dont call it love lost, but love let go."

keep writing...and please check out my stuff...dont worry their pretty short

 

Thank you. I've read some of yours and commented on one of them. Check it out

 

A flowing spiral of imaginative design,
Robbing your focus surely the shape of lines rhyme.
From outward in and followed round,
The spiral seen until the center found.

Snail, snake coil, and sea shell,
Even found in the inner ear and brain cell.
From hurricanes to even the galaxy,
It's present in all forms of reality.

Witnessed in creation by mans hands,
In formula the spiral stands.
One point six one eight,
Isn't the Golden Ratio great?

In songs sound from beginning to apex to final,
Just listen, you can hear it as it drags across the vinyl.
Or in stories where the climax draws near,
Yes, you can find the forumals spiral here.

Illustrated by Divinci in his Vitruvian Man,
Arm fraction of body, hand of arm, finger of hand.
Be it in a tree so tall and so sturdy,
From trunk to branch, twig, to where its roots make it dirty.

All things from universe to mind,
A spiral it will be for all time.
Existence is to be on this path,
Follow it always until the center at last.