[ragnarblackmane]

Here are two poems I've recently written, here to receive some feedback on whether it's poorly done or barely acceptable:


Alone


It glides across the sullen sky, alone,
unknowing of its destination, simply flying
and it weeps accordingly, for it has sown
its reckoning and damnation on its own.

Nothing and nobody shall ever be
able to comprehend its lonely cry,
the ways its inflection of voice decree
its melancholic sadness in an azure sky.

Forever and ever does it roam,
starved of love and affection.
Never to regain a place back home,
where it might find guidance and direction.

Never will it know the peace inherent of death,
for it will always remain, festering like a sore
and in pain it will ache and forever give breath
to the loneliness, to the depths of its very core.

It glides across the sullen sky, alone,
unknowing of its destination, simply flying
and it weeps accordingly, for it has sown
its reckoning and damnation on its own.



Lady in White (This poem was, oddly enough, inspired by a dream I experienced nearly a week ago. Keep in mind that I haven't actually finished the poem yet.)


The love of my life, this Lady in White,
she who makes me feel so happy and right.
What qualities does she possess that so
lures my affection to the threshold of her glow?
Her beauty is great and knows no bounds
and the wind twirls her bountiful hair round and round.

But what is her name and how do I know her at this hour?
How could I win the hand of so gorgeous a flower?

Flowing white gown, twisting in the autumn breeze ,
a fair maiden she seems to be, and at such ease
in the naivete she plays, innocently as she will.
My heart yearns for her oh so lovely hand,
so that on her finger I may place a wedding band.

Her face, smiling the sweetness of perfect innocence,