Summer Days

The summer breeze
Rustling the trees,
The lullaby as birds flap their wings.

The golden sun,
Excitement and laughter-
Tranquil and glittering,
Warm sand marks the horizon.

Ocean roaring,
Spirit soaring;
Orange light,
Awake all night
Stars shine bright.

This is my shortest poem ever - Summer Days, which is about what I can see when I sit on the beach at the coast.
All comments apprieciated!

What Is The True Meaning Of Life?

It’s a scary idea,
My thoughts are to linger-
The night is warm
But the day was cold,
The truth is a lie,
So let me consider...
Which path in life should I behold?
Don’t tell me left,
I’ll just choose right-
The truth is lie,
I’m certain.
Or am I?
See this funny thing,
Its called true-love
But does it really exist?


See, if you ask yourself questions,
In the depths and the shadows
Of what we believe is a brain;
You can find question impossible
Again and again.
If you understood my train of thought,
Your brain is truly flustered-
Through life,
Through death;
Through all that crap in between
Make sure you know what a friend is.


My guys,
And my girls,
Understand one thing,
From this bizarre poem
That I wrote when I really realised the most
That the truth of life
Is who stands beside you -
Whether that’s a friend,
A lover,
Or your best mate’s mother...
Stay close to the truth
Not the lies.

Well this is a trully bizarre poem - even though I wrote it - but I think it's strangely real in some sense as to what it meant and it's truth what I tried to put across: I wrote this when I realised what my life meant to me. All my friends, and my family and all you other lot who have somehow played a part in my life - I dedicate this to you!

Wolf Howl

This is my newest poem: Wolf Howl. I hope you see some sort of meaning, I try to structure my poems so that there is something to read into... Comment me about 'Wolf Howl'.

Darkness brings the fog
And the shadows,
A black silhouette haunts the hills;
The outline is petrifying,
Singing the music of a ghost,
Echoing into the black.
The lonely howl,
Of a lonely soul,
Living a life with more than one
Of it's kind -
Running free.


Darkness conceals the true identity
Of the vocal beast,
Precious gold eyes staring out
Of the shadows;
Under the stars.
Feared by most,
Stormy fur,
Pearly fangs
And the voice of night.


Despite the fear
And the hatred shown,
True beauty
Inside and out
Standing on the hill,
The gold still pierces the shadows;
Fangs catch the dim moonlight,
Other gather to hear
A deep breath -
Wolf howl.

So what did you feel whilst reading that? I loved writing this so much, but it was difficult!
So hear's the thing - I don't just write these for no reason. I tried to make this dark and gothic/emo styled for one of my best - friends ever: Ashleigh Lennox.
I hope she likes this and reads it through. Comment me about this... or any ideas, phrases or emotional words that might help me with future poems. Also, if you have any requests for particular subjects and topics for a poem ~ Comment me with it, leave your blog address OR your email and I will get back to you as quickly as I can. (Free of charge!)