Thursday…. My day haha… I thought it will be a quiet day. I was
terribly disturbed by a death news of someone I only heard in that
death new. Marshall another xangan and friend of Sam posted the death
of one of his fellow students. The way he wrote that post was so
touching, I really felt sad for the girl who died. My heart goes for
this girl and my prayers too.
Otherwise it was quite day. There were not a lot of things I
needed to do at work. We are all relaxing. I wonder how things are
going on with the implementation guys. They are working their ass out.
Anyway I believe nothing is going wrong with the applications we
promoted.
Before I get to the poem. Congratulations Sam for the getting the Movie part.
Today I was browsing public domain pictures I can use to post along
with most of the poems here to LonelyPoet.Com. If anyone visited that
site one can see there is a picture along with the poem. I have a lot
of poems sitting here in Xanga which I hope by the end of the weekend I
will be able to move to LonelyPoet.Com. I found this picture and I love
it big time. Looking at this picture I wrote the poem. Enjoy.
Dream Of A Rose.
From the time as a pollen flown,
Across landscapes on the lap of the wind,
Deep inside kept a little dream,
To make a difference in the wilderness around.
Every day in warmth and comfort,
And many nights in the moonlight slept,
The dream lingered in darkness and light.
No fear came amid the lush surrounding greenery.
Then after one starlit night,
After watching the dance of the meteors,
The half moon in laziness still lingered,
And the stars with eyes wide open, unblinking.
Opened the first petal showing the color inside,
The beauty of a heart unseen,
In deep, the sweetness of love resides.
Before sun shown his first flash on east,
Moon once more blessed the flower,
Upon every petal with the glory of her glitter,
No soul awake to see that beauty blossom.
The warmth of the moonlight’s love,
Melted every bit of dew upon the flower,
That like the essence of love dripped,
Upon every leaf and buds beneath.
Nature in pride of her newborn laughed,
And welcomed the lord of the day,
Whose chariot rays dried,
Every drop of the melted dew.
Oh’ those wonders of nature seen,
Only in the minds eye of poets like me,
And felt from inside a lover’s heart,
Who give his love that beauty of nature,
With a kiss upon the flower, as symbol of love,
A flower’s dream carried all the way,
In fulfillment, became part of pure love.
Nature in the pride of fulfillment,
Once again fell asleep early,
To wake up early to see,
The fulfillment of another love.
Thanks for the info, LP. Our cable napped for a bit today, thus the delay in responding to your earlier comment. While at Sprint you passed within about 4 miles from this poet’s place. You’ve written another very nice poem — “the lap of the wind” — “glory of her glitter” — “nature…laughed” wonderful images. Is there such a thing as pure love, or is it part of the dream? All I can say is — Ooolahlah!! =)
how beautiful
Lol, yea. Surprisingly I sometimes like boredome, because usually I end up rethinking things and like my life, frineds my family problems… But whatever I get threw it…
Sometimes it comes as a surprise but my stepmom is the bomb!!
-Sydnie
Thank you for the prayers I really appreciate it.
I like the picture, very beautiful.
As always awesome poem. Peace.
-Pilgrim of Truth
All of that from this picture! Amazing my friend. The rose is prefectly symbolic to the heart, it lies beneath layers and takes time & love to open…….and is raw & exposed after that.
The rose. A symbol of love. Your words are so beautifully crafted. Love it.
“Oh’ those wonders of nature seen,
Only in the minds eye of poets like me,
And felt from inside a lover’s heart,”
Much truth in those lines. I got your messages on the manynipsofreality xanga site…i havent been on that site in what seems like years. Thank you for your thoughts, however. It made me smile. I just havent had much inspiration to write poetry or prose.
Oh gosh… This one is really beautiful and so is that picture! Very pretty: “And felt from inside a lover’s heart”. Wishing you well and thanks for the wonderful poem to read. Enjoyed as always. Take care.
My Sweet Riaz~ Thank you.
Both picture and poem are lovely.
Have a great weekend my friend.
Kimmie*
Wow, I love roses! Great poem! So descriptive… I especially love this:
Then after one starlit night,
After watching the dance of the meteors,
The half moon in laziness still lingered,
And the stars with eyes wide open, unblinking.
I can see the event in my mind. I love the night also. I feel that love inspires you… and that is something that inspires me also. Keep up the fantastic poems. I love reading them!
P.S ~ Thanks so much for the kind comments. You rock!
Hey, I was wondering whats your name? lol
-Sydnie
well thank you, i feel the same but i guess i need to write some more poems to get shit off my mind ya know? …sigh…
Very appropriate. The picture just goes so well with the poem. Both are wonderful.
Oh, Well My name Is Sydnie Whote although ppl call my HotWingz. =P
-Sydnie
what a beautiful rose pic and a beautiful poem… very deep and symbolic (at least for me). u really are a great writer. u should write a poetry book. it would be great.
I think this poem is really beautiful. The imagery in it was stunning, it really helped for a mental image of something that is rightly a symbol of beauty. I loved the first two lines, they drew me in and set the mood. Love the pic, too. Really sorry to here about the death of someone, even if it isn’t someone you or I know. My prayers will go with her, also.
ohhh!! thats so pretty!!.. i love it….
emilyy
perfectly lovely and so sweetly dreamlike
daisy
Thanks for your note– I missed your postings and wondered. Kind thoughts headed your way, peace and joy to you this day. Lah
I love the very opening of this poem. Roses are so symbolic to so many different things. To say that a rose would make a difference in the wilderness is so beautiful to me…as a rose is my favorite flower. They are so beautiful, so delicate, and seem to demand that all eyes look to them. Of course they would make a wilderness more beautiful, more lovely to be lost in, and even more lovely to wonder through. This is just a very lovely poem. Great job!
-Gia:)
Hey hows it goin??
-Sydnie
very lovely!