The Poetry Web

My idea was for a collaborative effort. I thought it might be fun to start a poem web where folks contribute 2-4 lines of poetry per post rather like the 3 Word Story thread, interconnected in whatever way each poster sees fit. Might be fun to see where it goes. This inspired by the excellent poetry contest and all the newly anointed Writers here. I'll start it off with 2 lines in my next post.

And, please, if you think my lines stink, feel free to take in any direction

[edit on 12-3-2009 by TravelerintheDark]

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy


[edit on 12-3-2009 by TravelerintheDark]

[edit on 12-3-2009 by TravelerintheDark]

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

reply to post by masqua



In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

reply to post by Greenize


In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

reply to post by CA_Orot


In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

[edit on 13-3-2009 by N3krostatic]

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste


[edit on 13-3-2009 by TheDarkHorse]

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

A voice to hear, a wound to see,
Cold rock beckons to gathering glee.
Quickened souls set forth the cry,
He is not there, he did not die.

Originally posted by Joecroft

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .

In swirling mist and scattered light
Lie secrets I hide but refuse to fight
Sheltered in Love's darkened room
A fortress drawn in spite of doom

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .

In swirling mist and scattered light
Lie secrets I hide but refuse to fight
Sheltered in Love's darkened room
A fortress drawn in spite of doom

Into dampened old tomb I proceed
Climbing into my coffin and bleed
Bleed I for the masters and lasses
A stigmata martyr for the masses

In darkened glen where shadows like
Willows weep and ravens spy

Wind whipped branches lash and spike
under baleful moon and frosty sky

Darkness thick doth not subside
dank and dreary sorrows bride

And came the rain which brought despair
To which grey clouds could not compare

The silence thundered about the sky
as a forgotten thought, again, passed by

That place is not my own i am the bright isis
every little seed you sow so that they may grow
come now little seedling and feed on my light
the orchard is ready the timing is right

And bear sweet fruit for the bride of dawn
Whose black lace veil is softly drawn
Across a face, delicate pale, gently fine
And blush her cheeks long swept with brine

Though may your patience rise and fall
While with enemies we brawl
Dark complexities will spawn
And sabotage my hopes come dawn

Throwing dirt into sterile holes
Abandoned by our vacant souls
Empty words fill the empty space
Seeping out from your tongueless taste

Yet I will not give up so fast
So that this memory will last
Subversion is quite bittersweet
Yonder comes so that we shall meet

Like light reflecting through a prism
Our thoughts are stray but full of wisdom
Our present past is dying slow
As above, so below

As the thunders crash and virgins weep,
Your fragile voice can not disturb the sleep,
of the masses crawling through the night,
Blindly searching for what is right.

Beneath our steps lie gaia's voice
Seduction such a viable choice
Come back to which we know the best
The Beast which lies upon the breast

Though spirit’s wander through realms, dim.
Their darkest days growing thin.
We shall battle through the night
And seek out, dawns early light.

And from my cave I step on out,
In skies that flash and winds that shout,
"Go back, go back, you silly knave,
A dying world you cannot save" . . .

In swirling mist and scattered light
Lie secrets I hide but refuse to fight
Sheltered in Love's darkened room
A fortress drawn in spite of doom

Into dampened old tomb I proceed
Climbing into my coffin and bleed
Bleed I for the masters and lasses
A stigmata martyr for the masses

"You are not who you are" a voice booms,
I run alone through empty musty rooms,
searching in vain for someone to feel,
to know me and reassure me that I am real.

[edit on 13-3-2009 by s4dreamlnd93]