Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com - Read, Rate, Comment on, or Submit Poetry. Browse Poetry Forums, or just enjoy other parts of our poetic community.
One of the largest databases of poetry on the net, now over 198,500+ poems!
Welcome to Your Poetry Dot Com    Poems On Site: 198,500+   Comments On Poems: 427,000+   Forum Posts: 105,000+
Custom Search
  Welcome ! Home  ·  FAQ  ·  Topics  ·  Web Links  ·  Your Account  ·  Submit Poetry  ·  Top 30  ·  OldSite Link 29-May 21:44:34 AEST  
  Menu
  Home
· Micks Shop
· Our eBay Store· Error Submit
 Poetry
· Submit Poetry
· Least Read Poems
· Topics
· Members Listing
· Old Site Post 2001
· Old Site Pre 2001
· Poetry Archive
· Public Domain Poetry
 Stories
· Stories (NEW ! )
· Submit Story
· Story Topics
· Stories Archive
· Story Search
  Community
· Our Poetry Forums
· Our Arcade
100's of Games !

  Site Help
· FAQ
· Feedback

  Members Areas
· Your Account
· Members Journals
· Premium Sign-Up
  Premium Section
· Special Section
· Premium Poems
· Premium Submit
· Premium Search
· Premium Top
· Premium Archive
· Premium Topics
 Fun & Games

· Jokes
· Bubble Puzzle
· ConnectN
· Cross Word
· Cross Word Easy
· Drag Puzzle
· Word Hunt
 Reference
· Dictionary
· Dictionary (Rhyming)
· Site Updates
· Content
· Special Content
 Search
· Search
· Web Links
· All Links
 Top
· Top 30
  Help This Site
· Donations
 Others
· Recipes
· Moderators
Our Other Sites
· Embroidery Design Store
· Your Jokes
· Special Urls
· JM Embroideries
· Public Domain Poetry and Stories
· Diamond Dotz
· Cooking Info and Recipes
· Quoof - Australian Story

  Social

Array ( [sid] => 31357 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Mercurial [time] => 2004-01-11 06:39:38 [hometext] => Emotions and moods are strange things. Both strong and overwhelming, yet easily swayed. [bodytext] =>
To enter a room, to be alone in a crowd
To hide in a corner and pretend to be proud
Slot reels turn, what will I become
I am but a pendulum

Will this be the night I assume a smile
Drift unnoticed, act alive for a while
This is the guise that follows the drum
The only bright band in this aphotic spectrum

Am I oblivion, am I sealed or free
I'm standing right here, but you'll never see me
Gears grind around, what will I become
I am but a pendulum

Will this be the day I feel artistic
Or choose my fate and evolve into a statistic
Every time this cruel gauntlet is run
Another cloud forms to darken the sun

Walking in circles, I know this drifter
He is as myself, a lonely shapeshifter
What does he seek, what is he after
Something complex or just simple laughter

Antiquated clock, time ever changing
Captures my mood with it's pendulum swing
What are these changes, where do they come from
I cry for the snap of this undying spectrum

So it continues, shuffling day by day
I'll embrace you with passion then cast you away
The metronome ticks, what will I become
I am but a pendulum [comments] => 7 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Vitreous_Soul [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
Mercurial

Contributed by Vitreous_Soul on Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 06:39:38 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry




To enter a room, to be alone in a crowd
To hide in a corner and pretend to be proud
Slot reels turn, what will I become
I am but a pendulum

Will this be the night I assume a smile
Drift unnoticed, act alive for a while
This is the guise that follows the drum
The only bright band in this aphotic spectrum

Am I oblivion, am I sealed or free
I'm standing right here, but you'll never see me
Gears grind around, what will I become
I am but a pendulum

Will this be the day I feel artistic
Or choose my fate and evolve into a statistic
Every time this cruel gauntlet is run
Another cloud forms to darken the sun

Walking in circles, I know this drifter
He is as myself, a lonely shapeshifter
What does he seek, what is he after
Something complex or just simple laughter

Antiquated clock, time ever changing
Captures my mood with it's pendulum swing
What are these changes, where do they come from
I cry for the snap of this undying spectrum

So it continues, shuffling day by day
I'll embrace you with passion then cast you away
The metronome ticks, what will I become
I am but a pendulum




Copyright © Vitreous_Soul ... [ 2004-01-11 06:39:38]
(Date/Time posted on site)





Advertisments:






Previous Posted Poem         | |         Next Posted Poem


 
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title etc.
Re: Mercurial (User Rating: 1 )
by Necromant on Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 09:02:33 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Whao!! I'm impressed by the beautiful imagery you used to describe the feelings. So very true and realistic. This is a very beautiful poem!! Great write!!

Anne


Re: Mercurial (User Rating: 1 )
by lovingcritters on Sunday, 11th January 2004 @ 06:14:41 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Vs, this was a splendid poem indeed.
I can still see that big pendulum going back and forth in the museum in Denver. Never
stopping, going left and then right. Going from extreme to another...never able to hit a happy medium...wonderful imagery, and I hope every day, you will be able to slow down abit and think it through, I think you and I are on the same level...just different generations, and ways of dealing. I could never concentrate on myself....if I did...I came off reeling....but it I concentrated on others, it helped me clear the cobwebs and the dithers
Beautiful poem.
Warm Poetic Love * hugs.
ConSue






Re: Mercurial (User Rating: 1 )
by forever_lonely on Thursday, 15th January 2004 @ 06:08:47 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Amazing i love your use of imagery, unexplainable truely another masterpeice

clever, full of feeling and emotions and yet so very true

All the best

Luke


Re: Mercurial (User Rating: 1 )
by Cobalt on Monday, 19th January 2004 @ 03:55:36 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
V.S. man that was awesome. The first couple of lines just grabbed ya and swept ya away. I really liked this one.


Re: Mercurial (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Sunday, 15th February 2004 @ 09:47:20 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
I like this a lot. It resonates with my perspective rather well. Thanks.


Re: Mercurial (User Rating: 1 )
by PoeticReign on Friday, 23rd April 2004 @ 02:45:17 AM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Hey VS -

i agree with the other comment -- the first 2 lines are so captivating... draws you right in. exactly how i feel when i walk in a room.

"I'll embrace you with passion then cast you away..." the art of phrasing reality is truly a gift!

"I'm standing right here, but you'll never see me".... i feel this every single day. I know people see me cuz they look at the outside, but they don't really SEE me, cuz I'm different. I'm sure most of the people on this site can relate to this poem...

i know this wasn't one of the poems you suggested, but it caught my eye ;)
great job, D :) way to go!
~N


Re: Mercurial (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Friday, 23rd April 2004 @ 11:29:33 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
Ah, well done! Exactly what I tried to say to someone a little while back, but you have done much better than I. The pendulum is an excellent metaphor.
Andrew




While every care is taken to ensure the general sites content is family safe, our moderators cannot be in all places; all the time. Please report poetry and or comments that are in breach of our site rules HERE (Please include poem title or url). Parents also please ensure that you supervise your children well when they are on the internet; regardless of what a site says about being, or being considered, child-safe.

Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©

Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster

All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com

All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.

Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com