Author Topic: Victoria's Poetry Stop (Read 55727 times)

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #615 on:** July 16, 2016, 06:53:50 pm »

THE LADY THAT HERALDS A CROWN
Lady ov the lake, transcends a sword upon her king.
From the lake ov a christian spring, knight ov the king do forsake.
As the sword doth sing, in the hands a king it doth make.
Heralding he partakes, thru the thoughts of a brilliant king.
Royalty becomes his thing, explicit to England he remakes.
For Camelot he doth take, the beauty of a queen.
Camelot sings, about the lady in the lake.
To Camelot, a king that she doth bring.
Arthur, CAMELOT'S brilliant king.
Wielding, Excalibur the sword doth sing.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #616 on:** July 16, 2016, 10:19:06 pm »

MYSTIC SPELLS

Depth of the past, spells redeemed.
The pain that lasts, is what victims have seen.
Camouflaged within the mind, imaginations extremed.
Bravery from demise, goddesses' ov mystic dreams.
Natures' voices doth scream, ov wrong to be revised.
With the castor ov spells, the reaper beamed.
Like a spider, that has encased its prize.
Spun together, divided by the threads.
Mending ov it's kind, the spells get cast.
In a world of masquerades, the twisted and faded leads.
Life goes on, as if being berated.
Gifted are those, the reckless minds.
With thoughts, that they revealed.
Feelings fall behind, with pushing ov our selves.
At another place in time, keeping us surreal.
The spells ov life, we'll achieve, if only we do believe.

guest256 · « **Reply #617 on:** July 17, 2016, 03:44:20 am »

I love your latest poems.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #618 on:** July 17, 2016, 04:45:41 am »

Thank you, my dear friend😚

Quote from: EquineAnn on July 17, 2016, 03:44:20 am

I love your latest poems.

guest256 · « **Reply #619 on:** July 17, 2016, 06:40:30 am »

You're welcome.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #620 on:** July 17, 2016, 08:15:41 pm »

EVERY BREATH

With every breath, that you take.
You are the one and only, for me.
I have crossed bridges, to be with you.
Why can't you see, how deep my luv is too.
Your luv I forsake, my heart floats with your finesse.
Your words, your thoughts, everything ov you.
Tells me, just what I am suppose to do.
I am all, entwined within you.
Everything you say or do, your mesmerizing soul comes thru.
Volatile to your luv, makes me loose control.
I hang on tight, to these feelings I hold inside.
Many times, I want to let them slide.
I am afraid that If I do, my heart will be fried.
My thoughts usually carry true, ov these feelings that I hide.
With every breath, my soul wants to fondle you.

Clay Death · « **Reply #621 on:** July 17, 2016, 09:04:34 pm »

Clay Death · « **Reply #622 on:** July 17, 2016, 09:05:15 pm »

Quote from: pryzmsticv on July 16, 2016, 10:19:06 pm

MYSTIC SPELLS

Depth of the past, spells redeemed.
The pain that lasts, is what victims have seen.
Camouflaged within the mind, imaginations extremed.
Bravery from demise, goddesses' ov mystic dreams.
Natures' voices doth scream, ov wrong to be revised.
With the castor ov spells, the reaper beamed.
Like a spider, that has encased its prize.
Spun together, divided by the threads.
Mending ov it's kind, the spells get cast.
In a world of masquerades, the twisted and faded leads.
Life goes on, as if being berated.
Gifted are those, the reckless minds.
With thoughts, that they revealed.
Feelings fall behind, with pushing ov our selves.
At another place in time, keeping us surreal.
The spells ov life, we'll achieve, if only we do believe.

fantastic prose lad V.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #623 on:** July 17, 2016, 09:12:24 pm »

POETRY MIME

Thru pages and pages, of my mind.
Poetry is ov my mind, flowing from the ink in my quills.
With luv and romance, in hearts with hope to instill.
Visually I do enhance, with words to reveal.
Reading the words to myself, not wanting to take a chance.
In those moments of that glance, is the beauty of that time.
As I ramble thru my mind, visions again take their stance.
Lost for words, so many times.
Logically, I hope to find.
Problematic are my rhymes, words to cast.
Distant is the chimes, that filters thru my past.
Let me tally my time, ov haunting sonnets.
Ones creating fear, ov hunting words and visions that premiere.
Songs ov words, that becomes celestial views.
Fragments you define, what is on my mind.
Metaphorically a shift in time, stores what is true.
Words, that I cannot find.
Is senseless, to that place in time.
As the referee, these feelings to describe.
Will sometimes justify, problems that are contrive.
Selectively life will be, repetitive verses that we see.
Heraldry to the call, we all take a fall.

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #624 on:** July 17, 2016, 09:36:05 pm »

LUVS' SEED

I don't know why, but I don't want to be.
My soul wants to cry, it is a strong seed.
It's Strength impedes, to make me proceed.
Visions of mine, I want to heed.
My life will succeed, down the trails that it leads.
Luv will have to take, the back seat.
Unless, destiny intercedes.
Then the luv ov my heart, I do see.

guest256 · « **Reply #625 on:** July 18, 2016, 03:32:38 am »

I love your latest poem.

RedDahlia · « **Reply #626 on:** July 18, 2016, 09:13:09 am »

What a glorious read Lady V. You soul is bared so deeply that one cannot refuse to see the beauty that you hold on you sleeve. Thank you for sharing.

Divine Metamorphoses · « **Reply #627 on:** July 18, 2016, 10:19:12 pm »

Hello everyone!

Great work as always Lady V!
Enjoying the heart and soul poured in your verses

Happy Full Moon sweet ones

~Divine

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #628 on:** July 19, 2016, 03:51:37 am »

Thank you, my dear friends 3, from the lady's we be.
Though time absconds, once in a while to see.
My heart remains, usually as a referee.
Sometimes bleeding ov the soul, but usually fighting for the role.
Luvs😚
Thank you my dear, without your admiration and devotion ov Camelot. Where could our poems, info ov life ov luv, be shown. Luvs😚

pryzmsticv · « **Reply #629 on:** July 19, 2016, 04:16:58 am »

WOLF OV THE SOUL

As the snake strikes, so does the wolf.
Thru decades of proof, distant the crimson spikes.
I've blood upon my teeth, thru the visions of my soul.
As ov the spirit guide, the wolf engages it's Control.
Thru the forests of my mind, the wolf is taking a toll.
Disappearing thru out time, with no justice for his soul.
So let me reflect, upon the murderess trail.
Thru time, whispers ov the dieing.
Training ov it's demise, pulling in with the crying.
To hell and back, the visions enticed..
Humans in life, they are not so frail.
Dark in the shadows, hidden are we to see.
Faces that shine thru, mentally.
Playing with the perplexity, ov our view.
Never disguised to hide, the chains that hold them as slaves, to their kind.

CAMELOT FANTASIES

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