POEM : " IF ONLY.." by Travis Thoth

I think this is the third poem I have published

by Travis Thoth. I am always delighted to

have the opprotunity to have a contribution

of such quality to share with my readers

My own work is eclectic in nature on several

different subjects and i encourage you to read

what may please you. I invite you to choose to

follow my bog on a regular basis. To quote

Forest Gump " Its like a box of chocolates.

You never know what you will get".

poem - "If Only .."

If only screams were quiet ..
If only howls fell silent in the night ..
If only terrors would bleed themselves forth ..
Cast as shadows from my sight ..

Would then the world dawn brightly ??
Would all with the world be right ??
Would the horror's venom be forgotten ??
Could it all be my mind a sleight ??

Death dines at sorrow's banquet ..
The bold fall forth to mirror's might ..
Weeping burdens the ravaged heart ..
No more strength within to fight ..

If only whispers would fall the tower ..
If only willows would stand to blight ..
If only dreams would wait 'til nightfall ..
So dance all grim horrors aflight ..

Stilled voices can shatter into eternity ..
Fall ceaselessly into the unknown ..

And still the mantra stands ..
If only ..

.. but now we are alone.

Copyrighted - 06/04/2009 by Travis Thoth

Return O' Star by Travis Thoth

So dreadful ghosts of evils past rise in clouded fog.
Mine eyes: they see not as they see.
Mine ears: they hear not as they hear.
Wishful thoughts burden, and deepened sorrows breath.

Lost, a creature from beyond the darkness,
Whispers soft, and breaks away.
Holds, in frail grasp, a star shining a failing pulse.
Of suns and worlds, I nothing had to say.

No being can reach the stars.
No hearts can mend, and no souls can soften the mirror's gaze.
No faded stars can be reborn.
A guilted soul will weep his woeful ways.

Crying and calling unto the heavens,
Of joyful stars forever lost.
Sorrow singing into the darkness.
Return, O' Star, whatever thy cost.

Copyright: 05/11/2009 Travis Thoth

GAMER'S SALVATION

This poem was written by a friend of mine on Facebook named Travis Thoth. I am but amature 

in the art of Poetry but this piece appealed to me.  I ask his permission to share it with you and he graceiously agreeded. May it bring you the pleasure it brought me.

Poem - "Gamers' Salvation"

Dying a thousand deaths every moment of life,

I chase a dream only to find a nightmare.

I cage myself from the horrors of the world: 

Bound, eternally, to the horrors of my own soul.

O’ fantasy, free me from the tyranny of life.

Make me love me:

Even if I be not the object of my affections.

Hold my thoughts and senses from that which plagues me.

Now, I am Prince, Pauper, and Knight of Sacred Virtue.

Now, I am Sage, Saint, and Keeper of Great Wisdom.

Now, I am Maiden, Minstrel, and all things joyful.

Until the break in worlds, I am my desired me.

Copyrighted: 04/28/2009 Travis Thoth   https://www.facebook.com/Thudor?lst=1464858665%3A1179605328%3A1513621641

Street Poets "Sonnet to a Rose"

MY SWEET JEAN

This Sonnet was written by me for my Wife many years ago. I am not a serious Formal Poet so I don't pretend that it is aMasterpiece. But I am ready to share it with any who might care.

Sonnet to a Rose

Sweet Rose, Symbol of fragrance and beauty
Shed every rainbow hue save lonely blue
Kiss the early morn. Sate your thirst with dew.
Seek the warm rays of the Sun by Dawns Decree.
Share your sweet nector with the bumble bee.
when there he comes to seek his fill of you.
The life he brings will make you live anew With that life do lovers do their duty.
For with this rose,the symbol of my love
I offer wrapped in dreams of my desire.
To one who fills the depth of soul in me.
With touch of its soft petals,I conspire
To win her Heart and all her Love acquire.
Sweet sweet Rose...symbol of this lovers plea.

Copyright © 2004 William H. Hodge All rights reserved
　
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　This short piece was not written by me and I never learned the name of the author. But I liked it enough to include it.

To me, you are a delicate Rose
Whose beauty never dies
When pressed between the pages
Of a good book;
Or caught between the pages
Of my mind.
- Unknown Author