Soren Valentine


Soren Valentine Poems

1. Deceitful Dreams 7/1/2012
2. No More And Forever 7/1/2012
3. Ode To The Freedom Sought 7/1/2012
4. Echoes Of Time 7/1/2012
5. Persecution Complex 7/5/2012
6. Nebulous 7/10/2012
7. Ode To The Hollow Bastion Within 7/30/2012
8. Autumn 8/6/2012
9. Winter 8/6/2012
10. Spring 8/6/2012
11. Summer 8/6/2012
12. Frozen Ash 8/6/2012
13. Blizzard Of Fire 8/6/2012
14. To The Flower Upon The Hill 8/6/2012
15. Abattoir 8/6/2012
16. When Light Is Cast Away 8/3/2012
17. Song Of The Unsung Girl 8/6/2012
18. Poesy's Serenade 8/6/2012
19. Inverted Reflections 7/1/2012
20. Feline Mind 8/8/2012
21. Invisible Fears 8/8/2012
22. Ode To The Moon's Tragedy 8/10/2012
23. Taunted 8/10/2012
24. Irritation Of Hollow Shells 8/10/2012
25. A Mirror On 'Epitaph On The World' 8/13/2012
26. Sea Of Darkness 8/18/2012
27. Broken Heart's Legacy 8/18/2012
28. Nightmares And Dreams 8/19/2012
29. Walls Drawn 8/20/2012
30. King Of Storms 8/20/2012
31. Persephone's Slave 9/12/2012
32. Story Of An Unknown World 9/12/2012
33. Unheeded 9/15/2012
34. Leaves Turning Grey 9/19/2012
35. One Thousand Shards Of Glass 9/25/2012
36. Disregard Me, Please 9/26/2012
37. Fallen Raven 9/26/2012
38. Rebellion 9/26/2012
39. Where Is My Mind? 9/26/2012
40. Same One, Different Haunt - A Haiku 10/3/2012
Best Poem of Soren Valentine

An Old Tree

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.

Lonely, pleading like a beggar,
he looks to the sea and wishes to tell her
to raise her waters with a good will,
so he could stand alone in the Home of Thrill.

An old tree stands alone on a hill,
forsaken and abandoned, he slowly dies,
as he watches the world's ages fall into a ghyll,
he sets his heart to where the sea-nymph cries.

In mimicry of the sea-nymph's tears, ...

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No More And Forever

My heart wishes to beat no more.
My lungs refuse to take in air anymore.
My kidneys, why should they keep on serving me?
Let them find a new master!

What is the point of living when my life is fraught with shame?

I have wrought the hollowness in me; I have become the son of death.
O! Hypaethral Temple of mine, how I wish you were domed.

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