Dani's Poetry

Don't Drink And Drive (Poetry)

2010-07-11T12:39:00.000+01:00

The memory of you…
It’s playing on mind,
Such a beautiful personality,
Boys like you are hard to find-
My plea is that you come back,
Even if it’s just to say good bye;
I still can’t come to terms with,
Why it was you who had to die.

Abandoned on this world,
With nowhere else to hide-
Only memory and emotion left,
Remembering the day you died.
I lied there on the pavement,
I heard the policeman say,
The man in the other car was drunk-
You shouldn’t have had to pay.

Someone should have told him,
Not to drink and drive;
If only he had used his sense,
You could be still alive-
This is the end for me,
I’m about to die,
I want to hold you one more time;
I love you and good-bye.

-- Ok... so the idea is that she commits suicide at the end because a drunk man killed her boyfriend/husband in a car crash. Comment please. --

My Depression

2010-05-15T14:44:00.000+01:00

I hear the whispers,

Hatred, sadness, peace and love,
No emotion,
No life,
Nothing.

See the darkness,
Feel the shadows,
Taste the longing
And the craving
To love.

I cannot love,
For I cannot hug-
Touch,
Caress.

Story of my life... I have a difficulty having any form of physical contact because I hate pressure on my arms, ribs and stomach. I detest hugs - they mean nothing to me and I always feel more uncomfortable afterwards. It's awkward - I wrote this is less than 5 minutes when I was feeling down... so it's not brilliant. But still, thanks for reading ! :)

Tree

2010-04-17T20:00:00.007+01:00

Standing proud,
Standing tall,
Standing in a soft brown cushion-
Waving blissfully
To the passersby...
Reaching up to stroke the moon,
Emerald dishes thrown,
Emerald buds form...
Echoes and whispering,
Worshipping the surrounds-
Supportive hugs to the morning choir singers
Who sing of the morning,
Rest
And then take flight...
The gentle caress of the morning breeze.

So this is my newest poem "Tree" --- it's a bit more poem-ish if you know what I mean ! :) Haha, it's very... distant and secretive. Almost confusing, well, or not - so comment on it please !

Hedgehogs (Haiku)

2010-04-15T09:48:00.004+01:00

The shuffling paws,
Defensive prickles of fear
Forcing me to flee.

Comment on my haiku - Hedgehogs ... I hope you like it, the second line is my favourite! =D

The Two-Faced Tattoo

2010-04-15T09:40:00.002+01:00

The cryptic patterns,
Etwining the skin to the arts-
As if a person
Could be so attached
To inflict pain
Upon themselves...
For something which will be there forevermore...
But more in the soul than in the mind, it is contained.

Swirling colours;
The magic pen dances across
Soft peach flesh-
Piercing and injecting
The ink which will create
Unique and intricaticy combined,
Put your trust in the artist,
Embrace the tranquility of independance.

~ I entitled this 'Two-Faced Tattoos' because it is the mixed opinions and controversy surrounding tattoos - I suppose it's also part of my feelings because I am not sure about tattoos whereas they are an expression and also a bit... I don't know - different?

Poppy Field - A Memory To The Wars And History

2010-04-15T09:25:00.001+01:00

The gentle red,
Echoes of spirit and rage
Dance upon the petals-
Allow yourself,
To be lost among
The souls of those;
Lost long ago
In the Poppy Field.

So that's Poppy Field - the war memorial poem. I hope you like it... comment on it please - I need critism to IMPROVE ! :) :) :) Thanks guys!

Little Pond (Haiku)

2010-04-15T09:16:00.000+01:00

Another Haiku - This is called 'Little Pond'.

The shining water,
Little fish break the surface
As the green weed grows.

Please comment on it - before you do this is a HAIKU, it is meant to be short !!! :) Thanks

Personal Opinion

2010-04-14T17:40:00.001+01:00

Surely there is no perfection
But hatred is like an infection -
Clogging up the blood,
Messing with the brain;
It’s driving me insane,
I wish people could:
Befriend...
Not pretend

Ok, so find all the rhymes and sort-of-rhymes in here...
Got them?
Yeah, lines 1 and 2 rhyme, so do 3 and 6, 4 and 5 rhyme - and obviously so do lines 7 and 8. Please comment on this - thanks.

Shadows (Haiku)

2010-04-14T12:28:00.002+01:00

Haiku's, for those who don't know, consist of 17 syllables (well, most of the time anyway) - they are Japanese and are usually set out in the style of 5 syllables to the first line, 7 syllables in the middle line and 5 again in the last. This is not always the case - but it is how I have chosen to present mine. I hope you enjoy my haiku ~ Shadows:

Rejected by light,
Overrun by the blackness,
Fearing the daylight.

Comment Please!

River

2010-02-26T18:54:00.003Z

The river’s like a flowing gown,
Travelling around the town,
Breath of the wind and voice of fear,
The river, the river, the river’s here.

Trees worship it with outstretched arms,
There is not a creature that it harms-
Flowing like a wavy tail,
The shimmering blue water veil.

Gentle splashes all around,
Ripples avoiding the dry ground-
Veering left and swaying right,
The glistening sun makes the river bright.

When you cannot sleep at night,

Look out on the river bright,
River's beautiful tranquillity
Cause's dreams of unreality.

This is River - my long lost poem. I wrote the first two verses back in 2007 for a competition which I managed to win and therefore got my poem published in a book. Sadly, I lost the last verse of the poem and had to write a new one, I also added an extra one when I discovered some new ideas in the depths of my mind. I bet it is no where near as good as the original I wrote but I am glad I remembered the first two verses. Comment please!

Summer Days

2010-02-05T17:22:00.000Z

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!

Ashleigh Lennox's Poem: Truth

2010-02-03T17:32:00.001Z

If I told you I was scared
Would you hold my hand?
If I told you I was alone
Would you comfort me?
As the darkness looms in
I feel as though I’m about to be
Swallowed by the fear

It frightens me to see
Nothing at all
The darkness hides so many secrets
So many screams
So much pain
Yet it also hides truth
The truth of life
We live
We die
We fear
We love
We cry
We smile
Do we ever see things the way they are?

As I’m swallowed by the darkness
The truth dawns on me
Though our existence is short
Fear means nothing in the world
And my existence is just a small drop of water
In the ocean of life

Fear is fading

And truth is dawning...

This poem was written by my good friend, Ashleigh Lennox, who is an excellent writer and is probably - as you read this - desperately trying to find a publisher for her books. She is relentless in trying to find someone interested in her books, so if you know anyone please comment so I can pass it on to her. Thanks!

Trapped In Words

2010-02-02T16:26:00.006Z

My heart was fading away,
I was overpowered by a spell,
My love of writing poetry
Was gone and I couldn't tell.
Lying in bed so restless-
Unwilling to end my sight,
Unwilling to give up poetry,
I was fighting off the night.

I started with a pad and pencil,
This was foolishly wrong;
There was a tool that could help me out-
My pen sung it's sweet song.
My text is ever slanted,
Words are playing on my mind,
It's like a cryptic puzzle;
I just can't leave it all behind.

The ink flows from my pen
Like the blood flows through my veins,
The truth comes from emotions,
More than lies within my brain;
You have to feel what you write-
And try to sense it all,
My fluency is unexplained,
Within my words - I fall.

Now I'm trapped in my own pen,
I'm spilling out my blood,
I can't explain such an addiction;
I doubt anyone ever could.
Before I wrote, I was unhappy,
Now I feel nothing like before
As I am complete with my hobby-
I don't need anything more.

This is my poem about being Trapped In Words - basically I wrote about me because I was totally lost in words, I didn't have a clue what to write - I struggled to think of a topic so I came to a decision that writing about being completely stuck might work, I had a go and here is the finished product ~ I quite like it actually which is strange as despite the fact I am proud of my work, I can say which ones better than others.
Comment me with details about what you liked, what could be changed etc.

What Is The True Meaning Of Life?

2010-02-01T16:59:00.001Z

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!

Spirit Of The Seasons

2009-12-22T11:32:00.002Z

Ok, so this is my newest poem: "Spirit Of The Seasons". It's trying to describe the seasons as best it can - it didn't take as long as Midnight Hatred or Wolf Howl ... which probably explains the lack of power in it! :) Oops - Oh well !

Dew drops

Scattered around on the grass,
Chills travel at a pace on the air–
Soaring birds return to recreate the lullaby
That people love to hear.
Spring comes around,
Scattering fresh life and joy,
But fades once more.

Fire,
The incredible fire,
A million miles away.
Phenomenal orange glow;
Lie beneath with the breeze
At the beach,
Near the blue tranquillity
And watch the world drift by–
Until summer fades away.

Red soul,
Capturing the trees
And dying the leaves scarlet;
The sun sleeps and dreams of grey,
Small drops soothe the dry plants.
Autumn is like life,
Coming quickly and helping out,
But departing when the job is done...

Blue spears,
The branches support the white
Until aroused,
Dripping...
Snowflakes are delicate
But deadly,
Frosting the roads like blankets,
The occasional glisten
Of ice
On the roads
Before departing as liquid.

Right; picture time: I chose a truly beautiful design ~ So What Do You Think? >

I <3 This ! Lol ! It looks so awesome & I'm not sure why, I might have gone psycho over all the rainbow brightness exploding in the piece of art! Oh Yeah, before I forget; I would like to say that I wrote this poem for one of my best-friends ever: Joana Sousa, as she is bright and cheerful like my picture. She always makes you happy no matter what's happening - so Joana ~ if you are reading this, Thanks for everything! :)

~ Danielle .x.

Top Dog

2009-12-21T14:30:00.001Z

This is my newest poem: Top Dog. You will have to read it to comment your opinion but I personally, prefer my other poem: Wolf Howl. Please tell me what you think - I would love to know.

Three bullets -

It’s up to me,
The trained and the loyal;
I charge for the prize;
Lumpy scarlet feathers lie still.
They stay hot on my tail,
I will break free.

Master relies on me
To claim the now flightless bird,
A dead pheasant,
Faith fading,
I’m slowing down.
Brown fur nears my side,
Another catching up!
Fangs glare at me,
My eyes fix on the prize.

The ground darts beneath me,
The pursuers keep near;
But never too close
Because
My fangs are large,
Sharp
And as white as the snow
Dwelling
In the clouds above me.

I hear a warning,
The only warning my kind can give,
A growl.
Sharp and quick,
A pounce on my left
Leaving no time,
Muscles tense in my legs,
And I leap for the prize ahead.
True gundog spirit–
My attacker falls
And I return
With the prize
As top dog.

Ok, so that was 'Top Dog'. As I said, I didn't like it as much as my other poems ('Midnight Hatred' and 'Wolf Howl') but I wrote it so I should be proud of it. :) Ha Ha Ha. Anyway, comment me if you have any questions etc.

Wolf Howl

2009-12-21T12:22:00.007Z

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!)

Midnight Hatred

2009-12-21T11:38:00.000Z

Hi, I'm Danielle and I'm 12.

I love writing poems - this one is called Midnight Hatred:

The storm creeps up -

Whispers of fear,
Echoes of life,
Quiet footsteps,
Then silence.

In the dead of night

Gentle drops fall.

Temper building

In the savage storm,

Clouds roaring;

Pulse pounding.

Thunder crashes,

Bright lights strike,

Shadows dance.

Blackened sky;

Fighting the hilltops.

Temper fading...

Darkness departs.

Dawn breaks,

Adrenaline ceases.

I also have a picture to go with my poem. I would like you to comment on it as I think it goes quite well as it shows panic, lightning and anger all rolled into one.

So what do you think to the Purple Stallion Silhouette? I love the way it describes the poem.

Also, after recieving comments from people via Email and Letter ~ I realised there was another meaning to my poem, not only the Storm Description but it could relate to a person: "Temper building", "Gentle drops fall" (Sounds like tears) and then "Shadows dance" could be the shadows of people moving when people fight and move around, avoiding each other.

So I hope you like my poem!

- Danielle .x.