BrainKing - Klobe na mloveni (Poetry)

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Poetry

An outlet for players whose creativity extends beyond the board. Post your original works here!

The posting of song lyrics is not the purpose of this board and as such please refrain from doing so. Exceptions can be made to this rule if you are the copyrighted owner of the lyrics and the lyrics are not found offensive by the majority of the population.
This board is a place to post your original works of poetry and prose and also a place for discussion of poetry and related areas.

We have received word from Fencer that other's poetry can be posted to this board. These are the two conditions:
1) When someone posts a known copyrighted poem, he must add the author's name as well
2) If the author is not known, the poem can be posted without problems

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22. záři 2008, 17:18:54

brian921

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O čem je toďten plk: Restless Soul

My soul shall never rest again,
Forever hungry, craving that satisfaction,
Of knowing the taste of true love’s kiss.

For many years, my soul doth slept,
In a numbed hibernation.
I gave away my heart, love filled,
Returned empty in frustration.

Acceptance of the status quo,
Believing that was all love was to be,
Survival brought restlessness to my soul,
Stirrings from slumber within me.

Opening my eyes, I saw a little lost butterfly,
Who led me to a silver brook,
Reflections showing not who I am,
But what I was about to be.

Like the butterfly who shed her cocoon,
I was ready for the new life ahead of me.
But the lost butterfly would fly on ahead,
In search of her own fulfilled dreams.

Eyes wide open, fate brought love to me,
My soul was filled with life.
Traveling a difficult road to get there,
I knew it was worth the strife.

A dream come true, it was true love’s kiss,
A life of never-ending bliss,
Until she called it quits and went home.

Remembering the sweet taste on my lips,
And the touch of true love on my soul,
I shall not be satisfied until I taste again.

BCJ - 9/22/08