Spirits
Golden gates of snow white
Sure of life
The red fire burns
Cold Earth, and crystal waters
Wet sands
A field of flowers
Sacred night
Filled with cries and laughter
Kiss the sound
Of silver harps
Stringing in the dark abyss
All the world is in confusion
Heart's aglow with bright sunlight
They let green grass grow
Bright white skies
Black night stars
Shimmers here,
Ghost of love
Ghost of fear
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Written June 27th, 2002
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that wasnt horror... but it was still a gud poem!!! and um.... i liked it alot
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Very interesting style, this horror, quiet, subtle, yet somehow threatening. I had not heard of using ghosts this way in poetry but I liked what I read.
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excellent
sweet poem -
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oh!!!!! real nice write -
don't touch it!
OOOO!! Very haunting! Silver harps must sound pretty nice! I love this piece -
don't touch it!
Such a 'haunting' piece...these words are fluttering through my mind. Great stuff! -
don't touch it!
beautiful imagery loved it! -
excellent
very nice write -
don't touch it!
This gave me such a feeling of peice. Nice write! :) -
Thanks Gozling
Your comment appreciated...
Blessings
Susan -
don't touch it!
this is precious!!! ghostly tenderness touched my heart with emotions -
Wow thank you all Fae and Hide
Blessings Susan -
don't touch it!
'Kiss the sound
Of silver harps'
Woah... brilliant line... speechless..
As the verdict says, 'DON'T TOUCH IT!' It's perfect! (Well, as close to the unabtainable perfect as poetry can ever be)
Fae -
excellent
Very good piece, i like this,
(PSST!!Ghlostly Shimmers) ;-)
Andrew
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