Hilda White's Poetic Insight (Poem(s) Thread)

Just to get the ball rolling. I've been a writer for 5 years now.
I sometimes write songs, but mainly, my jam is poems.

dark ones, I am known for. But I can easily write to any theme given, enough prep work.

I am also a poetry teacher by trade/though unofficially paid (as of yet)

Spoiler: Hilda's Poems/Pieces

The Warm Touch Of Serenaded Honey
I will love you forever and a day.
If I could touch your memory, let it sing out proud!
Nonsensical and sticky is the aura surrounding me
I notice a change in the weather's patterns
Forecasted a beautiful harmony of music
Dripping wet on my mind, sugar spun hills give out tempting offerings.
Not worth sighing away the heat, it gives a sensation of trust.
Within myself, I value the trials I must endure
An image worth keeping, long for its embrace until night comes.

Sleepless Nights and Haunted Memories
My dreams escape me through a florescent needle
Burning crystals sink deeper into my head.
Still I stir from overbearing nightmares
It's the scent of hopelessness in the air, the stench of failure
I repel all around me when I awaken
Lingering in the darkness, eternally lost to the desperation within.
Savour the last drawn breath.
My tears cannot reach you. They fade into the scenery I helped formulate.
An image of death. Painted onto the canvas of loneliness.

Cruelty of the Silent Curtain
Admiring the storm from a distance.
The colours torn away, lost in its own brilliance
A smile is revealed through the cracks of a wall.
Shining on a rough surface of glass.
Blinding all that meet its gaze.
I inject a wave of nausea into its skin.
To let it unfold its façade upon the world.
Merciless hymns reign in my ear
I spiral out of control, soaked in the flood of misery.
Wet and tired, I lie perfectly still
Waiting for the vultures to feed on my ripe flesh.
Beauty Runs Wire-Thin in Solace
Breathe through me when I am fallen.
Not an angel in angst or a maiden in hollowed
I am beauty's embodiment
My warmth holds true when the setting is pitched.
Keep me alive for it was our promise we made.
Sworn to protect the children of pure functionality
Gifted to the light when night hits past.
My kiss is tender, my painlessness embracing
Twilight is the chosen route of all hindrance
Inflamed heart awaken in me.

Dawn of the Souless
A Lovely day to consider self destruction
Falling on the sword, the facade is great.
Suffocating my rage in a mist, hallucinations follow thereafter
Behind the time to kill, when it stops I myself become redundant
Hunger for the way forward, not certain of my imprint on the foolish.
When I become whole, the cancer will spread, finishing me.
All down in my throat, I cannot utter a whisper.
Laid out to be displayed on the floors of extinction.

Knives in the Forgotten Flag
The final chapter nears, spread throughout the soil like roots.
From many helping hands, practiced until perfect
Whistling along to the overlapping groove
Backed in a corner of obtuse repetition
Psyche shot to sympathised instrumentals , left to defend my own honor
I realize I am not in the calm, but in a state of confliction
Sweaty palms, dreading the relapses.
Carved into the remaining figment of my own bliss

Inner Struggles of the Leech
My strength sapped by mosquitoes of war.
Hard-pressed to engrave written symbols into moving wilderness
That is where I always wanted to be, among the stars to freedom.
By myself, sickles of transgression shun me painless in yearning
The tragedies unfold before me, I hear no voices to say I was wrong
I'm waiting for you to close the closet to my lucid dreams
The game of chance never ends when risks are ever-growing.
Out of nowhere, the coils entrust to me a task.
To become an enigma in the den of spectres

Sweet Misery
The days when my words cannot touch your lips, I fear this every time I seek slumber.
I died just a little, I believe that I cried when the clock struck your nerves
You're the one I needed most and now that has been lost to the storms.
I thank you for giving my heart a beat and a smile on my face.
While it lasted, you were here with me, not forgetting the lovelier moments together.
Drawn out your emotions, I let them fade into the scenery, which painted our lives.

Harlequin Woods
I was betrayed in a brief absence of rejection
I did not conceive the genes in my veins
Hopeful voices lingered in my headspace
Eager ties to the delirious extinguished
Deep incisions grow larger with every passing stroke
I am insane when my behaviour becomes formed in calligraphy.
Hiccups blow away any sign of focus
Wasteful rubs of salt bind me to the ground
Specks of vinegar add to my worries and drag out even longer.
Grieving in the vineyard by myself at dusk.

 

Thanks! Sadly, my work goes unrecognised for the most part.
I guess people are afraid, I'd take feedback the wrong way or the like?

Do you have a favourite?

@[member="Pokémist"]

 

I tend to have shifts in mood a lot of the time.
Dark poetry seems to strike more of a cord with me.
I can do brighter works too.

Just the place darkness takes me.
it's a comforting realm. IMO.

I have a blurred sense of reality when I write.
it takes me to unheard of lands and of merit.

Thanks for the feedback. Sweet Misery was a favourite with a lot of people.
Be sure to tell your friends about my work.
The more people get to know my works, the more they know me inside and out.

 

I was taught by a few mentors here and there.
They knew a lot to guide me through.

The rest was flat out research.
Thanks for your kind words. : )
it's always appreciated.

 

Might as well update this, with a poem I put in for a contest.

I wrote this yesterday for a "music box" song contest
or poetry contest, whichever you like.

Fire in my Heartbeat
Boldest is the rapture
a broken promise never kept
Stronger still is the fire within
a smoothest silk

when time permits, I end all bonds
neither broken or vanished
just sealed away
in the cave
deepest in my heart

the fire within
a choir of angels flicker
out into the open seas
a sage appears

to grant a wish to the forgotten
the lost lamb
the wolf in sheep's clothing

to appear in a dream
to disappear in a mere blink of an eye

the war of worlds in my darkest nightmares
the fire within a thousand folded
to be told in secret
to my children's children
the legacy of those to come
heroes in waiting

A new born chaos
anarchy on the field
a misadventure
a fractured hand
gone astray

is the way forward
looking to the past
a moment later it is gone
forevermore

a prayer goes unanswered

 

Nope. Someone beat me and there is only first place in this contest.

@Pokémist

Starving of Mind

I am starving of mind, my freedom forever tarnished

The dead realm is where I call home

All alone, ridiculed on a constant basis

With naught to prove, all room for error

I am a butterfly without wings

A shell of my former days

The way forward is into the unknown

A void of lifeless dreams

The stars unite and I am bestowed

The gift of free will

A conscious of my own

To speak my thoughts

To right my wrongs

Within the shrine of time

This is another one I did for another forum AGAIN.
This one was against 23 other entries... O.o

I only got 4 votes too. : /