Poems... A window into a soul. A key to the locked attic door.
However you see them; see them. Read them. Think about them.


Is Loss Not Part Of The Poetry Of Love? - This poem is not about dumping someone, but death. The title is as positive as it is negative. I see it that if love survives death, then it is the most beautiful thing of all creations, godly or otherwise.

Hopelessness - A vampire poem. One in which the vampire makes the kill only to realize he hates who he is. I know it's been done to death, but not by me :).

A Storm - A poem about nature's cycles replenishing the Earth. In the locally known "Natanic Pentameter" *coined by Fred Wells* which is fairly easy to pick up on (the pattern that is... not Fred).

A Wet Autumn - Another poem about nature's changes and adjustments to the seasons. This is an edited version (I took out two crappy verses, if you want them; e-mail me and I'll send them).

A Lost Martyr - A lot of rhyme in this one. It's kind of about Jesus, and it's kind of about me. I personally don't believe Jesus was what people claimed him to be, but a victim of circumstance. I don't look down to him, I just prefer some of the ways I see things compared to him. I'll never accept him as a savior, but i would accept him as an equal.

Epitaph For the Hero - This is actually a lengthened version of a poem I wrote after watching a movie about heros in English class. It said how heros make the ultimate sacrifices. I guess this is what I'd imagine for a hero who lost it all only to be ignored as a hero.

The Lover's Song - This is one of my very few sonnets (only beacuse that is a fairly new style for me). This is about how no matter how ugly something is, to a lover it can be one of the most mervelous things in existence.

Like That Star - A love poem.

The Kiss - Another love poem about the action of kissing ; my girlfriend being compared to the beauty of the sea and her lips the water. Her hair is the waves.

Gulf Of Mexico - Written while my junior class was studying the horrible Ezra Pound. *Hi Ms. Taylor if you get a chance to read this!!! I miss you!* I like this poem for some reason or another, and i read it repeatedly. As a matter of fact, I wrote this for a friend because he didn't want to write a poem for homework. Funny how things you'd toss aside end up being your treasures sometimes.

Alors... Je T'aime - In French. I think this is a triumph for me. I tried so hard to get this just right. If you need a translation, e-mail me and I'll get right on it.


Haikus

Due to the fact the poems are short, I won't be describing them. Read them yourselves :).

Lestat 1, 2

Inside?

Goddess! In Her Bough

Leaves

Aftermath

Change

Storm

Blood

Handfasted

Love

Ghost

Religion


A short note: All these poems are poorman's copyrighted.


E-mail me at casperthegoth@prodigy.net

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