I look down at him and I find myself brushing away a strand of hair. His hair always went into his eyes. I try to imagine what shade of blue his eyes would be. What I fear most now is the moment when I cannot remember that blue. I feel a tear slip down from my cheek as I remember the day we met. I try not to cry because I know that I must speak soon.

Too soon it is my turn and I walk to the small pedestal. I face all of our family and friends and another small tear begins to form in my eye. I don't allow it to fall though, he deserves more at this moment.

"I think you all know the story of how I met him. We were both standing at the platform, waiting for the train to come. I had just gotten off from work and I was tired, but I looked over and I saw him. He looked at me for a second before walking over. I was cold and wet and we were all alone on the platform. I didn't know what he was going to do until he handed me an umbrella. I still remember that ridiculous blue umbrella with the yellow suns on it. He always thought that the world was such a crazy, scary place that we all deserved a bit of happiness. He called it his 'microsmile moments'.

"I remember walking back to that platform the next day, even though I did not have to go to work. I waited for him to come so I could give him his umbrella back. I waited for what seemed like forever and then it actually started to rain again. I kept waiting there though until I finally saw him come off of the train. I walked up to him and I was about to hand him back his umbrella until he asked what I would use. He then refused to take it back, instead we walked over to a restaurant and we talked until the rain ended. From then on we talked to each other everyday as we waited for that train to come, it was late every time. Then one time he asked me to dinner and I said yes.

"I had him in my life for sixty amazing years. We had four children and ten grandchildren together. In four months, I will meet our first great grandchild. We had always lived together and I wish we had had more time together, to grow even older together. He was my soulmate and I was so lucky to have been able to watch him become a father and a grandfather." I say as the tear slips down my face. I look back at the man I know and have always loved. I walk back to my seat and soon I hear "Saturn" by Sleeping At Last playing along the room. I begin to cry, this was one of the songs we danced to on our wedding and our first date. This was the song I listened to on the platform all those years ago.

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AndyDrew in Poetry & Free Verse

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I See Fire

I sit at my dinner table in my log shack out in the woods. About two miles from a small valley village. The meat sits warmly on my dinner plate, its fragrance one I love. But I have no appetite. I get to my feet and walk out the front door to look at the mountain before me. It rises high above the clouds and is shrouded in mist. And smoke.

At the bottom of the mountain a large fire consumes anything withint reach and is rapidly spreading away from the mountain outwards leaving burnt destruction in its wake. Looking away from the mountain to the North and to the village of the East I know few of them could ever make it away. Some may survive if they begin to run upon their steeds now with no provisions. But not I.

To the South stretches miles and miles of trees inside the valley, as for the West there looms a great valley-wall of mountain.

I look out back upon the fire just as its tips are reaching the first few buildings that live miles away from the village as I do. I spot a flaming horse with a black knight sitting upon its back. A black knight that swings its burning sword back and forth demolishing walls of the house in seconds which are quickly overrun by fire. Worse than I had anticipated. For this fire spreads as quickly as a horse can run, for it is the horse and its master that is spreading it. There must be tens of them, for it to be spreading in such direction and ferocity.

As I watch one of the now-many horsemen catches up with a farmer and his daughter. I must turn away and sit back down at my dinner table. My steed is sick and could never make if farther than a few steps with me upon its back. I sit down and begin to eat with uninterest. I eat to eat. It will be of no use to me but I eat because I will never eat again. Yet even with its fine smoked cooking and expensive seasonings it is flavorless and bland. Oh how a dead-man tastes! For that is what I am! A dead-man! I do nothing to prevent myself from the eventual doom that falls upon all of us.

I know my people live inside that village and know few will survive, so if my people will fall then surely I must do the same.

I finish my dinner and grab a bottle of wine. I walk back outside and look upon the village. The first few riders have arrived and have begun to slice their swords of destruction to-and-fro amongst the buildings. Fire erupts instantaniously and blood is spilled from those that did not leave. The sun is lowering steadily and the flames become brighter and brighter. For light is strongest in darkness.

But the day is darker than it should be and when I look from curiosity I see the smoke cloud has moved to cover our portion of the valley. The fire is getting close. The riders are coming.

I close my eyes for fear of my brothers in that village. I ask that old mountain to protect them. The old misty mountain. My brothers who have not yet fallen to the swords of fire.

Yet even through my prayers I can hear the hallowing of souls and my people screaming out. I can almost feel the blood in the breeze that carries the smoke through the valley like a funnel.

I raise my glass of wine to the mountain in hopes that it may save some of my few brothers. Or at least allow us all a quick death at the same time. To feel a slight feeling of together-ness. I take a swig and feel the first tendrils of the heat coming closer.

In front of me rises three horsemen and their steeds. Their flaming bodies an awesome sight. They smell of blood and smoke. As they get closer the first horseman swings his sword for one blow at me and I see the mountainside. The great mountainside burning auburn. I feel the heat upon my skin...

I See Fire; Ed Sheeran

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chainedinshadow in Poetry & Free Verse

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Reappear

You were my angel,

Why did you have to go?

I guess it’s true that God works

In ways we cannot know.

And yet I long to have you here

And hold you in my arms;

My reality’s been broken,

I’ve been cut with all the shards.

And everytime I hear a laugh

I have to stop and stare,

Waiting for you to reappear

With flowers in your hair.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KR2xoPnbJic

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Mavia in Poetry & Free Verse

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When the Music Ends

I've been peering

in this glass

convinced I could

look in and past

And find only

a warping

reflection

of me ...

I've lost my

page and seat...

gaunt and wane

like the disc

in the sky

trading places

day and night

...I listen to an

animal harmony

to collect

my thoughts...

tip the change

of clouds that

enter fast

in a wind

beneath my hat

and shatter me

across these

parking lots

where I'm left

red handed

in the morning

fragmented

with the fog

of my own

disillusion...

https://youtu.be/T5emcbg_wZk

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thedivinevi in Poetry & Free Verse

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THE CAGE

There's a war in my head.

Can you hear it—the rattle

of spirit on skull? My mind

is restless, see. It's been alone

too long in this flesh-bag,

its only solace a paltry

communion—one of words

on paper, of oil on canvas, of

stage-silhouettes and fingerpads

on string and ivory and brass.

And my body? It mourns, too,

decries all of this sleeping

with feet off the ground,

deprivation of earth's warmth

at the behest of a dreaming soul.

Each other's agony, hostage-taker,

prison-mate, all they share

is a longing to be free.

Song inspiration:

Arcade Fire, "My Body is a Cage," Neon Bible

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Rose's Poetry Book

Chapter 14 of 22

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What the Blind Man Saw

He knew the sounds of the creatures within the wood,

The touch and feel of life where he stood.

He could feel the air in between the trees,

He could sense even more than this girl see’s.

The very hum of life itself,

Not described by any book on a shelf.

He could see what no other could,

The threat and peace he thought he should.

He was a hermit, a loner, forever alone,

With his silver winged falcon who used a special tone.

The falcon had taught him to survive,

Had taught him when to fight and when to hide.

This girl was naive, to think she could win in here,

After all, the Forbidden Forest had many creatures to fear.

He knew his sight would never come back,

But he knew that he could survive any attack.

He saw the spirit of the forest as easy as she saw,

They knew the way of the forest law.

It was survival of the fittest in this scary place,

But he, despite his blindness, saw her determined face.

She continued on despite her fears,

And refused to fall into tears.

He saw a woman he could not shove,

He saw a woman he could grow to love.

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The first part was inspired by the song, I Stand Alone -The Quest for Camelot

The second part was inspired by the song, Looking Through Your Eyes -The Quest for Camelot

The two songs relate to the entire poem on their, but can be seperated into part and related more specifically to the two songs. So, a two-in-one for your enjoyment! =) Please tell me what you guys thought of it!