Writing Britteh's *New* Stuff.

[Biida]

[color=skyblue] Yes. That's right. I have MORE Poetry! :twitch:

Ahem. :D

[b][u]Untitled Love Poem[/u][/b]

Hand in hand,
And cheek to cheek.
I love you so much
I'm scared to speak.
(For this moment means so much to me.)

Feet step in time;
Two, one. One, two.
Oh, how I love being
So close to you.

You stop and hold me
In your strong, loving arms.
On these wintry streets
I feel safe from harm.

One arm still around me,
You gaze at the lights,
Which prophesy
The oncoming Christmas Night.

They glitter and blink
In the soft, falling snow,
And we smile as we watch
The spectacular show.

(I've never felt so close to you.)

I rest my head on your shoulder
And you stroke my blond hair.
You make me feel like a princess,
So lovely and fair.

(Then you kiss me...)

You lean in and smile.
I feel your breath on my face.
My heart, now a rocket,
Was just launched into space.

Our eyes gaze into each other's,
While you whisper words of love.
I know, as I hold you,
You're my one from above.

(Now I tell you the truth...)

"I love you."


[b][u]Beloved[/u][/b]

Auburn curls dance as if o' lore.
Eyes shine through the soul;
Bright and glinting stars.
Skin like ivory, and heart of pure gold.
Dance, beloved, in night evermore!

Awaken and sing, sweet beloved -
Goodwife, beauty o' souls. -
Thine lips call to mine,
Thine nectar voice fine,
And thine perfection that never grows old.

Awaken and dance, sweet beloved!


[b][u]Baby[/u][/b]

Thick, sweet milk upon young mother's bosom.
Cradled in vines of yon ivory arms,
Baby doth rock, as thee love singeth softly -
'Tis here thine child doth lay safe from harm.


C&C, please. :whoops: [/color]

[Mitch]

[color=red] They are all very nice...I really like the second one. That was wonderful. Yet again, they flow so freely, and I just love that so much. Keep it up, I can't get enough![/color]

[Biida]

[color=skyblue]Well, I finally have more...

[b][u]Wine[/u][/b]

Deep red blood in a crimson glass.
Ripples tugging on the surface
As petals fall
And begin to wilt.

The wine glass is filled
By a dainty gloved hand,
Until it begins to overflow.
Blood spilling forth.
The hand becomes of a nightmare.
The wine glass is dropped,
By your scarred, weathered hand.
Then it shatters,

And you scream.

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[b][u]Pain In A Bottle[/u][/b]

Pain in a bottle,
Sent off to sea.
Pain in a bottle,
Selling for free.
Pain in a bottle.
Washed up on shore.
Open the bottle
For life evermore.

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[b][u]Noble Little Spider[/u][/b]

Noble little spider,
Spin your web so strong.
Silent little spider,
Teach me right from wrong.
Innocent little spider,
Drop upon my lap.
Scary little spider,
Begin to make me snap.
Then, my lovely little spider,
Crawl upon my arm.
My pretty little spider,
Show me what is harm.
My precious little spider,
Begin to make me cry.
Then, my noble little spider,
Leave me there to die. [/color]

[Spikey]

[COLOR=darkblue]Woah! That flows so good, as so much meaning. Those are amazing poems. I love the Pain in Battle on. That is very good.[/color]

[Mina]

Oh, awesome. I love 'em all, they really fit together. Wish i could come up with such poems.