Post by SLAVE_HEART on May 17, 2018 16:53:40 GMT -6
Great place to place poems. One of the big things to me is to write poetry. It has been a gift since my youth. I started writing poems before my repentance in Jesus, yet now write Mostly Christian Gothic Poetry. Also a good place for lyrics. Remember that the moment someone has posted a poem or lyrics online the date is recorded and you can be sued for posting someone's poems or lyrics of a song without permission. Here is one of my many poems. It's the Christian Gothic Poem; Purple Flower Chains
Purple Flower Chains
In purple flower starlight haze, a secret path is paved of ethereal moonlight
Rivers flow clear crystal stars, a scarred heart of mirror's sight
Silver stones of gleam, etched in heavenly scenes, a painting brushed in calm
A woman's angelic wings, of hauntings strings, seeks to sing a choir song
Heard through crisp branch leaves of huntress green, sown in fabric jagged seems
With euphoric kiss of lucid dreams, the like of which stir noble themes, among the gentle lapping streams
The warrior woman is clothed in a gothic blackened robe, seeking the throne of her newfound King
She dazes the fog, caught in nature’s duet of song, as a lover of Romantic things
Her black robe drapes the soft ground and thus upon the sound, the purple flowers begin to bloom
Silver choker crucifix, encircles neck of heaven’s bliss, gleams the light of silent moon
She kneels to pray, through black lips to praise, as the mist surrounds her gethsemane embrace
Purple flowers moisture soak, the sound of her throat, craving her words to livid taste
She prays to once more know love, sinners fear overcome, now and a princess cross of Christ
Piety adorns her gothic form; grace blends her candle light in the midst of darkest night
Her wings spread to fly, an eagle’s cry into the swirling colored dancing sky
Left behind, the purple roses weep their cry of love of lost and now black soak drain
Her smile of redemption life, of peace from strife now drowns out the bleeding rain
The scarred sorrow regret of mist now unkind kept, fades away the moonlight dance
With her presence gone there can be no song, thou hour of parting is as passed the withered hand
The sun raises red, the blood was shed on the purple flower bed, as autumn’s season begins its debt
Brushed to darkest red of bitter sighs, everything must now die, as she has died to flesh
Her prayer remembered, frozen icicle trial December, the snowflakes fall her penance tears
The frost then melts with her determined grip, leaves to spring grow crisp, the start of a fresh year
Purple Flowerbed that died must now seed revive, so as not to remember her scorn
Her peace has come through rain and storms, mixed with blackened tears of mourn
Black mascara tears black bleed, down her faded cheek, of which angel kissed with grace
The moisture sorrow mixes with yearn of summer’s burn, for growth will now take place
Now the brilliant shine of hope which fire lights, warm a once scarred black fishnet heart
And purple flowers grow in her gethsemane grove, in which she will pray against morbid dark
For her crucifix love, the gothic cross is hung, for all four seasons are as a day
Now in her death, she is alive and kept, for she wept in black taint purple flower chains…
Purple Flower Chains
In purple flower starlight haze, a secret path is paved of ethereal moonlight
Rivers flow clear crystal stars, a scarred heart of mirror's sight
Silver stones of gleam, etched in heavenly scenes, a painting brushed in calm
A woman's angelic wings, of hauntings strings, seeks to sing a choir song
Heard through crisp branch leaves of huntress green, sown in fabric jagged seems
With euphoric kiss of lucid dreams, the like of which stir noble themes, among the gentle lapping streams
The warrior woman is clothed in a gothic blackened robe, seeking the throne of her newfound King
She dazes the fog, caught in nature’s duet of song, as a lover of Romantic things
Her black robe drapes the soft ground and thus upon the sound, the purple flowers begin to bloom
Silver choker crucifix, encircles neck of heaven’s bliss, gleams the light of silent moon
She kneels to pray, through black lips to praise, as the mist surrounds her gethsemane embrace
Purple flowers moisture soak, the sound of her throat, craving her words to livid taste
She prays to once more know love, sinners fear overcome, now and a princess cross of Christ
Piety adorns her gothic form; grace blends her candle light in the midst of darkest night
Her wings spread to fly, an eagle’s cry into the swirling colored dancing sky
Left behind, the purple roses weep their cry of love of lost and now black soak drain
Her smile of redemption life, of peace from strife now drowns out the bleeding rain
The scarred sorrow regret of mist now unkind kept, fades away the moonlight dance
With her presence gone there can be no song, thou hour of parting is as passed the withered hand
The sun raises red, the blood was shed on the purple flower bed, as autumn’s season begins its debt
Brushed to darkest red of bitter sighs, everything must now die, as she has died to flesh
Her prayer remembered, frozen icicle trial December, the snowflakes fall her penance tears
The frost then melts with her determined grip, leaves to spring grow crisp, the start of a fresh year
Purple Flowerbed that died must now seed revive, so as not to remember her scorn
Her peace has come through rain and storms, mixed with blackened tears of mourn
Black mascara tears black bleed, down her faded cheek, of which angel kissed with grace
The moisture sorrow mixes with yearn of summer’s burn, for growth will now take place
Now the brilliant shine of hope which fire lights, warm a once scarred black fishnet heart
And purple flowers grow in her gethsemane grove, in which she will pray against morbid dark
For her crucifix love, the gothic cross is hung, for all four seasons are as a day
Now in her death, she is alive and kept, for she wept in black taint purple flower chains…