(10/2/2012 6:35:00 AM)
hey gwen..this challenge seems simpler and i'm answering this first...
THE RISING SUN OF HOPE
With the red rising sun
Thousands and thousands of hopes arise
The red colour symbolises
The importance of their fulfilment
The heat shows
The hardwork behind our hopes
The light indicates
The happiness we get after their fulfilment
Sometimes the sun gets covered by black clouds
Just like our hopes sometimes get shattered
But slowly the sun peeks through the clouds
Like our hopes again get strengthened
After getting shattered...
Joanna E. King
(9/29/2012 4:27:00 PM)
Gwenevere, Here is my submission to your contest. I " hope" you " love" it : -) .
Come, my love, down rose petal path,
Where songbird doth surround.
Fill my heart once more with that laugh,
I long so for that sound.
Come with me on seaside walk,
Hear the slapping of the wave.
Fill my ears again with your talk,
So your words that I may save.
Come stroll through a garden sweet,
With fragrances so rare,
Where honeysuckle and lilac greet,
An apothecary of Nature's ware.
Come and sit in a park on a bench,
Watch the child his boat set sail,
Pray I hope my hand you clench,
The evening mist beginning to veil.
My love, that path down which we meandered
Is now all dark and thorning,
When I stirred and through the curtains gandered,
The Sun bid me 'Good Morning'.
I knew, again, I was forced to wait,
To return to where you I keep,
For slumber's freedom to open the gate,
And let me walk with you when I sleep.
(9/28/2012 8:46:00 PM)
Good day. This is my response to your post madame. Hope you like it.
A Parable of You
Lovely as wonder
Clear like water
Sun in the morning
Stars during evening
A rose with dew
A flower in plateau
Rarely in the lawn
Oh! your love
Let me be thy have
For I will surely keep
Where no one could step
I murmured then undo
For i will really do
Because it's you
A PARABLE of clue
(9/28/2012 12:08:00 PM)
Hello, Gwenevere Cornwell... I accept your challenge. I have a poem for you that meets your guidelines- it's called Memphis, and it's about a childhood memory I had when the sun came out and warmed the air and melted the snow all around my neighborhood. Hope you like it.
I walked (eleven-ish or so)
A kid amid blue snow and slush,
When lo! that golden orb aglow
Ascending made the blue-air blush!
A sense of summer lingered there
Where light and heat on snow prevailed,
And in the drainage waters clear
A thousand tiny glaciers sailed.
I walked on water (melted snow) ,
Saw sunlight shimm'ring at my feet-
A million glinting diamonds glowed
Like Pleiades upon the street.
And high above, beyond my view,
Benevolence was glowing bright-
It bid the winter fair adieu
And clad the world in summer light.
O would that I could there return
And wade those gutter-waters fair,
Tread snow and slush where sunbeams burn
And clear by Love the chilly air.
Until then, ah, and truth be told,
Let cold and winter here descend-
For that young boy, who now is old,
Has in that golden orb a friend.