My pitiful poetry

[arcuspluviusincitus]

Minds eye.

Where the sun is eternally shinning in the bright blue sapphire sky.

There the Gulls are forever laughing among the muddy reeling Rye.

Oh sweet blissful island, Oh sweet emerald Isle.

Your never ending beauty shall remain forever more within my minds

Secret eye.

 

Where art thou?

Where art thou mother dear?

For thy sweetest voice I never hear.

Thine fiery cheeks of blushing bright red

Thine soft silvery voice which would awake the dead.

 

Where art thou mother dear?

In my mind hath I no care?

I feel thine pain, I clench my chest.

I hope thy art at peace that thy art at rest.

 

Usher the Shrines

Usher the shrines of pure heart and joy

the Gods would often say

As they spun around stomping the ground

In the merry month of may.

 

The wind blew low and to and fro across the Irish sea.

And up and down the waves did ground upon the cliffs of

Tralee.

 

Usher the shrines of pure heart and joy the Gods would often say

As they banged upon the broken bodhrán as the dreaded beat continue to

play.

[MadameX]

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I see nothing pitiful about your poetry at all. I enjoyed it greatly myself~

[yaoifangirl]

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It's not pitiful but beautiful! :Wink: