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 15:19:58 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] => 88242 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Resurrection Chamber [time] => 2005-03-21 16:58:53 [hometext] => [bodytext] => I see myself in the shards of glass that litter the floor,
There are no memories left,
Just a feeling that I should know more,
Maybe it's better if I don't see you, that I don't know the truth,
I'll never know your answer but I'll never know what it's like to lose.

The bottle's empty and my glass has run dry,
I'm too tired to function, I'm too tired to even try,
From the window I watch the mist appear,
Rolling in isometric circles, through a distant atmosphere,

Lady,Lady I think of you,
The smiles you give
The way your hair moves,
I wonder and shudder and start to fall
I don't know you,
I don't know you at all.

Wrapped up in dreams
My actions are real
The feel of your lips
Opened wounds start to heal.

But it's only a vision
A wish on a star,
A thought in my mind
A thought gone too far

The future kicks in with a shout and a bang,
You're a scar on my arm,
You're the knife in my hand,
You're the flow of blood,
You're the hatred and the pain,
You're the hole in my life,
You're the fine summer rain.

I close my heart and I try to forget,
What it feels like to love without any regrets,
But I always end up in this dark, lonely place
With a toast to the past, it begins again. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Urizen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
The Resurrection Chamber

Contributed by Urizen on Monday, 21st March 2005 @ 04:58:53 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



I see myself in the shards of glass that litter the floor,
There are no memories left,
Just a feeling that I should know more,
Maybe it's better if I don't see you, that I don't know the truth,
I'll never know your answer but I'll never know what it's like to lose.

The bottle's empty and my glass has run dry,
I'm too tired to function, I'm too tired to even try,
From the window I watch the mist appear,
Rolling in isometric circles, through a distant atmosphere,

Lady,Lady I think of you,
The smiles you give
The way your hair moves,
I wonder and shudder and start to fall
I don't know you,
I don't know you at all.

Wrapped up in dreams
My actions are real
The feel of your lips
Opened wounds start to heal.

But it's only a vision
A wish on a star,
A thought in my mind
A thought gone too far

The future kicks in with a shout and a bang,
You're a scar on my arm,
You're the knife in my hand,
You're the flow of blood,
You're the hatred and the pain,
You're the hole in my life,
You're the fine summer rain.

I close my heart and I try to forget,
What it feels like to love without any regrets,
But I always end up in this dark, lonely place
With a toast to the past, it begins again.




Copyright © Urizen ... [ 2005-03-21 16:58:53]
(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: The Resurrection Chamber (User Rating: 1 )
by lostinmyself on Monday, 21st March 2005 @ 05:04:52 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
This is rather unique. I kinda like it, it's different.
It confuses in me in certain places though, as it seems you go off at a tangent and write further than you mean to.

Still great write, I think the first verse is the best.

*hugs* Phil xxx


Re: The Resurrection Chamber (User Rating: 1 )
by EmoKiss on Friday, 15th July 2005 @ 10:13:48 PM AEST
(User Info | Send a Message)
This is great. It's kind of mystical. . .in a away, because you think you understand what it's about, and then it changes. . .I like it alot. Way to write! :D




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