Soren Valentine

Soren Valentine Poems

This little leaf I hold in my hand,
for fear it should escape into the air
and take my joy, my memories and
leaving me greying in despair.
...

A tree once golden now dies,
her bones now marrowless.
Her blood holds only goodbyes,
Behold! life in its narrowness.
...

Above the earth, below the sky,
I can hear the joyful cry,
They hug and love under my light,
as I display my colours bright.
...

An old tree stands by the edge of a cliff,
awaiting, awaiting the waters to lift.
The waves he cherishes like God's gift,
but through weeds and mountains he must first sift.
...

I try to put it out,
but it rises like the sea.
I'm full of doubt;
Is this all I'll ever be?
...

You are my comfort, yet you are killing me.
Your eyes are moons to which part of my heart belongs.
Your voice fills me with happiness, yet it plunges me into an abyssal ghyll. It raises me like a mountain, yet it melts me like metal in the fires beneath the earth.
...

As I love the summer's breeze, so too do I love you.

And as it lifts my eyes to the Azure of the Heavens,
...

Its been so long since we last met,
the forest floor has become our home,
How can we live when our blood's been let,
and is just another chapter in Love's tome?
...

O fire-tongued faery, serene and mute,
how your elements have consumèd my heart,
leading me, bending me without dispute;
with thine evil yet comely art!
...

There was once a time when you need an ear,
countless times that you'vve needed release;
Was I not the one who decided to hear?
And eventually you found peace.
...

You're always so somber,
complaining about life and bringing me down.
I'm sick of the blame you put on Him when all He has down is fix It.

But that was two years ago...

Now I find you still stumbling around in Unlight, but guess what?
...

Take part of the darkest of fruits and see me lose my mind.
My spirit has found repose in Angst's bosom.

Will no one save me from the bludgeoning of this life?
...

If the rain were to create a river,
one made of my dreams pure,
then my world would begin to shiver,
until I fall away from the cure.
...

I stand in mid-heaven, above a sea.
Through its colours it is grey,
through grey, black as it surrounds a tree;
a tree lit by a black sun's ray.
...

I can only sit here in the dark,
crying because I missed the mark;
locked and too lazy to reach for the key,
as cold and numb as one could be.
...

Ancient mountains swept with snow,
where a dropp of water begins to flow,
is the birthplace of a small stream,
and something I would never dream.
...

Moonlight lovers lay and kiss,
their hands entwined, she fades in mist.
...

Vés amor,
no te vayas a llorar
aunque te colgarás
del mundo que vos dejás atras.
...

Wandering a sylvan paradise
we would relish in our colorful world.
We were so happy; us the forest would entice.
Soaking up the cloud's lust,
...

20.

The day is coming when the sun will become exhausted
and in her agony she will stop shining.
Darkness will sail across the sky and fill the earth.
...

Soren Valentine Biography

I have written poetry for as long as I can remember. At first, poetry was just a hobby I suppose.It lacked real meaning to me until about five or six years ago. As one transitions from the innocent years of childhood to the anxiety-filled teenage years (and beyond) , I've found that one really needs an outlet, a way to express one's emotions. For me, poetry (as I often say) is therapeutic. It makes up a part of my being; it is one of my passions. Granted, I am no fabulous writer (indeed, far from it) but regardless of whether or not my poetry is 'good' I continue to write because others seem to enjoy it (they could, of course, be lying to me, in which case I would be greatly disappointed because I prefer a honest opinion) . My goal is to encourage my readers (naturally) but honestly, I have a more selfish goal: To save myself. Enough of my ranting and digressions. Enjoy! I hope it isn't too bad. ;) Soren Valentine)

The Best Poem Of Soren Valentine

October's Red Leaf

This little leaf I hold in my hand,
for fear it should escape into the air
and take my joy, my memories and
leaving me greying in despair.

Upon Its crown it burns red and quaint,
like a painted star it is bright,
until it blackens with sadness faint,
and leaves its colours with nostalgic night.

'Tis a tree, a Covert of mine,
so it becomes a begetter of joy,
for it rewinds me to when I'd shine,
But now I'm lost; betwixt a man and a boy.

Soren Valentine Comments

Aria Siren 12 February 2013

Soren is one of my favourite poets and is absoultely one to follow. His style is very unique to him as a writer-his descriptions and metaphors are the most carefully painted works of art. His pieces are very capable of evoking deep emotions from any reader. His work can also be very unexpected, starting off one way and twisting and turning as they lead you somewhere completely different. That's one of my favourite things about his work, it never fails to surprise you. Always impressive. I believe he has unlimited potential as a writer and as an artist. As a friend, he is very supportive and gives excellent feedback and suggestions.

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Alla Simone 05 November 2012

Jacobs writing simply takes your breath away. It is truly stunning. Deserving of a moment of silence are the images he captures and the emotions he evokes. If you have not yet experienced his writing, you are not yet fully alive. In one word: electrifying. His poems seem to have a splendid purpose. You will soar to the heights of his expertly expressed feelings and plunge to the depths. He produces thrilling work that is always an exciting ride. Rarely gentle though, because that tends to read as boring. Happy reading!

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Alla Simone 05 November 2012

Jacobs writing simply takes your breath away. It is truly stunning. Deserving of a moment of silence are the images he captures and the emotions he evokes. If you have not yet experienced his writing, you are not yet fully alive. In one word: electrifying. His poems seem to have a splendid purpose. You will soar to the heights of his expertly expressed feelings and plunge to the depths. He produces thrilling work that is always an exciting ride. Rarely gentle though, because that tends to read as boring. Happy reading!

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