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Dear Death, thou art shunned, yet I welcome thee,
I fear not thy shade nor thy trailing shroud,
Whilst mankind greets thee with a teary plea
I shall embrace thee like a monsoon cloud.
Why men fear thy presence I cannot say,
Nor discern why in thy company, weep,
For life bears us all: love, woe, ceaseless sway,
But death, kind death, cares for every man's sleep.
My love for thee exceeds mortality,
And as seasons sweeten the sweetest wine,
Lend my fruitful years to vitality
And I shall remain eternally thine.
Ring my vows from my grave O timeless wife
We eloped at birth for the afterlife.
I fear not thy shade nor thy trailing shroud,
Whilst mankind greets thee with a teary plea
I shall embrace thee like a monsoon cloud.
Why men fear thy presence I cannot say,
Nor discern why in thy company, weep,
For life bears us all: love, woe, ceaseless sway,
But death, kind death, cares for every man's sleep.
My love for thee exceeds mortality,
And as seasons sweeten the sweetest wine,
Lend my fruitful years to vitality
And I shall remain eternally thine.
Ring my vows from my grave O timeless wife
We eloped at birth for the afterlife.
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My Masquerade
~My Masquerade~
For the world I am displayed;
They always watch but cannot see
through my masquerade.
I feel every moment fly;
My heart is beating, pulse racing,
breath held as I lie.
My innocence I can't defend;
I know that surely this will linger
'til my very end.
I brought this all upon myself;
Mask upon mask, lie upon lie
like valueless wealth.
Dare I take these masks off no!
My former self haunts me
everywhere I go.
False glory, false honor, false fame;
With all these masks I seem to have
forgotten my own name.
Literature
The Stalker's Path
You allowed my presence
To be your malady
So fragile in essence
With vulnerability
The last of the letters
Has finally been sent
No newspaper cuttings
Just these feelings to vent
Alone in my abode
At the dining room table
I relinquish romance
To the realms of fable
The time of no reply
Holds sway over my life
Fork for food, spoon for sauce
Redundant is my knife
Arrogant ignorance
Have you forgot my name
Watch from your widow's walk
As you drench me in shame
Out to sea, out of sight
You cast my memory
I'll run aground on the shores
Of your inequity
Literature
The Rose and The Moonshine
The chaos is here forever
Still waters are long since gone
The two of us tread water
Embrace till we become one
I am the stronger swimmer
You cling your arms round my neck
Not knowing you're the strong one
I'm as weak as I am wet
We wait for the pitch darkness
The moon shines upon the sea
Illuminates not only our love
But our hopes and dreams
We gaze upon it in hope
As salt water stings our eyes
Driftng in time with the waves
As the moon slows down the tide
The swell comes to a standstill
One kiss to wake you from sleep
Perhaps the miracle before us
Has escaped from your dreams
Hanging on to each other
From the sea we beg
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I think this is my best sonnet till date! Your thoughts?
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First off I want to point out how it is a sonnet. They are so hard to write and I never could write them.
First impression: Very interesting, of course in the good way. I love how you personified Death, by calling her a person and made her out not to be something really bad, but something that is going to be inevitable and not welcomed.
The third line, where you say 'teary plea', the phrase of that, well the meaning is so overused but you managed to make it sound brand new. The more I reread that line the more I like it because Death is something that many wish not to face.
'Monsoon cloud' is such an interesting analogy. I don't believe that I've ever heard of something being referred like that, but the more I think, the more it makes sense in my mind. Again, it goes with that though of something that cannot be prevented so it should be accepted.
I had to reread the last line three times to fully understand it, but it was well worth the time. In the end, we all belong to death, and I have to say that, its the end that makes me really like your poem. How you waited for her, and in the end when life finally let you go, you went with Death without a second thought.
All around, a wonderful poem. I hope to see more.