Rain (A Haiku)

In the cool forest
I walk through the falling rain
And I feel refreshed

(Picture Link: http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100523222848/reddeadredemption/images/f/f2/Rain24-hours.jpg)

Why Should We

(A Rondeau)

Why should we endure the hate
Feel the pain when it's too late
Why is there no way out
No matter how much we scream and shout?
Is it just fate?

Is it just death we await?
I can finally see Hell's Gate
Filled with doubt
Why should we?

There's nothing to set straight
We can't have a clean slate
We've hit an emotional drought
And lost what we can't live without
I don't think I want to wait
Why should we?

For Love Of Another (English Sonnet)

One day you may find that feelings fade
And you no longer feel for a person
Whom for once you prayed
That your relationship with them will worsen.

Yet your life is not yet through
And you can find another
Love will see you to
The meeting of some other.

There is someone out there
Who will always love you,
Who will breathe the same air,
Who's love will always be true

You will find your soul mate-
You will not be abandoned by fate.

In the Mountains (Italian Sonnet, love based)

(Picture credit to my sister. Taken in Banff) (rhyme scheme: abba abba cdcdcd = Italian Sonnet)

In the mountains where trees grow
I feel at home, clean and free
So much beauty I can see-
Just listening to the birds crow.

Where the rivers flow
And the cold is softened with tea
Watching the mountain as down rolls scree.
Taking along with it some snow.

Mist covers the tops of the rocks
Making red of your cold cheeks
It is heaven to take walks
In the fog enveloping the snowy peaks!
There among the faded plant stalks
I could spend the rest of my life in weeks.

The Sky (Image Poem)

The Sky

Why does it rain?
Could it be the sky's way
Of saying it's in pain?
What could it be trying to say?

Why do the clouds cover the sky?
Is it trying to hide the beauty of the blue?
Are they jealous, or is the blue a lie?
Perhaps instead it should be jealous of the dew-

Sweet smelling and short lived,
Even if it returns to the sky,
It is to be envied-
Living on Earth before once more to the sky it can fly.

(Picture credit to my sister. Taken in Banff.)

The Unknown

A poem of the fear of the unknown.

The Unknown

We know it,
Yet we can't speak to it.
We comprehend it,
Yet we can't possibly understand it.
We can try to find the answer,
Yet we can't ever finish the search.
We can feel it around us,
Yet we can't see it or hear it.
We are always aware of it,
Yet we can't ever do anything about it.
We know it looms over us,
Yet we can't ever meet it.

The unknown will haunt us,
Never letting us go,
We always want to know more,
But there is no end to our search.
We can never stop it,
And we will always fear it-
Consuming,
Looming,
A darkness that holds no life or death.

Writer

Based off the poem Skier by Robert Francis

Writer

She lifts the pen like a ballet dancer
At last performing
A graceful, perfect spin

The quiet of the room reflects
The quiet of the mind in  the room.

Thought is her sole enemy
Keeping her away from needed
Ideas.

With bright eyes, she begins to
Paint a worded picture
Story never finished,
Always writing.

My Parent's Home

Based off the poem My Father's Chair

My Parent's Home

There are four corners to my parent's home
Happiness, sadness, death and life
I visit them all, equally known,
It is not with weakness rife.

I couldn't trust any less than four
To support them where they lay
I can't have any less or more
No matter what people say.

I can't prefer one over the other,
This land that will one day hold me
Here forever are my father and mother
Eventually it will hold us all, you see.

When my time comes to be layed down,
Remember how I loved each corner
In sorrow do not drown,
And instead be a happy mourner.