::The Poem Corner::

Awesome name, right? :D No? Well, that hurts my feelings. </3 Oh well. At the apparently badly-named Poem Corner, you can post poems you write or enjoyed reading for people to critique and, well, enjoy reading.

Okay, to post a poem, post the poem *duh :/* and write who wrote it, and, if possible, when it was written. You can also applaud or constructively criticize poems others post to inspire and help them with their poetic endeavors. Nothing too negative, please.

Okay, thanks.

The following is a poem, written by myself, about dreams. Not a very original topic, I know, or my best work. Please feel free to criticize, but don't e plain-out mean, please. :D It's written in Elizabethan diction, by the way.

"Dreams"

Vivid dreams are but wishful lies,

Fragile whispers through whisps of night.

Whimsical pond'ring of those who sleep.

Some are lost, others safe-keep.

Sonnets of pa.ssion, tragedies of woe,

Ballads of servingmen turned fabled hero.

Taste of whiskey on ripe tounge,

Yet another melody sung.

Little faeries prance on foot

'Round fire dancing with ashes and soot.

Seize life, ye young travelers, roam;

Spring from decrepit past-life's tomb.

Spend the treasure that you reap

From shallow realm of dreaming sleep.

By Lindsay P., written February 17, 2011.

Sinner's words are always lies,
and thus they drop like flies. So
Take care not to lose yourself
Lest you find you're close to next.

So guard your heart, my dear one,
Let your thoughts do the talking.
 But never forget, my son,
That sinner's words are always lies.