Poems done by me [nevan]. Please enjoy them, I would be grateful if you did not use them without my permission


Bad Dreams

The silence screams
the day to end.
When night rides in
on dark winged steed
The silver of the new moon rising
Adorning the blacked clouded sky
Skeletal hands of bare trees rake
the surface of a death still lake
Suffocated by the grip of freezing ice
And over all the black wings fly
Their silent calls as eyes
to this cold and nightmare scene

The Fly

I’m sitting by the window pane
just watching you pass by
I barely do a single thing
to even catch your eye
And yet I am your foe
You lash at me with twisted fist
But why, I do not know
Tell me why it is
That you do hate me so?

Song of the Dragon

My eyes are harsh as fire
My skin as thick as stone
My words as old as mountains
My claws as hard as steel
My presence alone enough to drive fear into the hearts of man
My soul of gems
My heart of pure cold silver
My wings unfurl,
a shining coarse velvet
My blood the flow of time

The Last Letter of Romeo

The fire of your heart
Burns brighter in the dark
The light that’s in your eyes
Shines brighter than the sky’s
For you I’d give the world
My heart had been unfurled
You are my night and day
Words just cannot say the way
I feel for you
You are my blood and soul
You are my last control
For you I would die

El Sol

You shine so bright we know your there
But most give the vaguest thought
Consumed by all their modern ways
With all their ways to mime you
To you the flower will raise its head
In fear from you the shadows fall
To you the one that controls all
Who is taken without a second care
Oh, how we should fall were you not there.

‘We are not so different…’

Watch me with your with your inferior eye
I see you from the shadows.
Not a thought, nor feeling deep.
I lurk in your nightmares. I feed your fears.
Just a creature, nothing more
The side of yourself you deny.
The part you wish you were.

My solution

Not so much of smile that never dies
Not a remedy to pain
Not a saviour
Wings that will never fly
Heart that will never beat
A stone statue void of emotion
Is that all I will ever be?

Broken Poetry

Green grass on beaten hillside
Blue water in churning stream
Red rose in thorn garden
Answer In confusion
Remedy to my poison?