Here's the very first poem I ever wrote in English (meaning don't be too severe!). It was in February this year. So far, most of my poems in English language are mostly playing on structure and alliterations. I'm only starting to play with rhymes and sounds or spelling.
No originality is to be expected in the subjects : love. :P


Unrhymed Verses


Shall I see your face again
Sweet poison poured into my eye
With joy I'd wait for Death
With gentle and willing resignation
But thou shall appear for me no more
Cast away from my world forever
And through the seas my ship is lost
Broken like waves on the rocks
Let blood spill out of my chest
And into the Shannon ; let it be dyed red

Shall I hear your voice again
Sweet poison poured into my ear
With joy I'd wait for Death
With gentle and willing resignation
But thou are gone and well away
Never to get back and cross my way
And through lonely woods, I'll wander
Shattered with grief and brambles
Let blood spill out of my chest
And into the Irish Sea ; let it be dyed red

Shall I feel your touch again
Sweet poison poured onto my skin
With joy I'd wait for Death
With gentle and willing resignation
But thou took your hands away
Frozen with their burning absence
And through deserts, I walk myself thirsty
Unwilling to get back to irrigated lands
Let blood spill out of my chest
And into the Atlantic ; let it be dyed red

Shall I have your lips on mine again
Sweet poison poured into my mouth
And drink all of your love until I die
As I drank life when thou were here
But thou do not kiss Death
Too pale and mournful for thee
And through life I shall go and roam
Unconscious of where and why I walk
Let blood spill out of my chest
And into my life ; let it be dyed red

Great poem... haunting, in a way.

I really admire those able to write poetry, as I consider myself completely unable to rhyme anything (even in my own language... never ever even consider of doing so in any other language... ). And, regarding lack of originaltiy... well... there are many faces to any subject, but speciall when the subject is love ;-)

sl�n,
Keltic Banshee

Charlotte, Well done indeed :D
I too have always admired and envied people who can write like that.
What Passion. If that was your first poem written in English, I cant wait to read more :)

Really nice... to underestimate a bit... ;)

Do keep on writing...

:wub:

Nice

Why the poison though?

you scare me sometimes Charlotte lol <_<

lol
Love is a poison at times.

do you know the song "An Ros"?
I'm thinking it's fitting to Charlottes Poem:

Ged 's breagha an r�s le dhuilleagan sioda
Faile cho cubhraidh, cubhraidh bho chridh
Na buain e ri'd mhairean oir ni e do mhealladh
Tha dubhan geur puinnsein, geur puinnsein fo sgeith.

Tha mi nis a crionadh is m'inntinn air phianadh
'S mo shuilean a sior, sior shileadh dheur
'S ged 's tric rinn mi gaire, tha sin nis air an fhaire
'S mo chridhe briste bruite, briste bruite gu leur.

Although the rose is beautiful with leaves like silk
With an enticing aroma, enticing from its heart
Don't ever pick it, or it will deceive you
For there are bitter, poisonous barbs beneath the surface

I am now withering, my mind tormented
My eyes continuously shedding tears
Although I have often laughed, we are now watchful
And my heart has been completely broken

I sometimes thinking about why we are writing, reading and hearing melancholy songs or poems when we're sad... It makes us feeling worser than before... but in the other hand, it's the only thing you could feel in this case...

love can be the greatest joy, but also the greatest state of pain

A nice song. I didn't know it. We always listen, read or write what either suits or opposes our minds.

An Ros... one of my Favourites of Runrig...
(G�idhlig, by the way...)
:)