A forest there lays,
Covered in a cold windy mist,
Every tree there looks like the same dead old willows,
Yet a few trees of different kinds cling on to life in the dead land,
The trees filled with bright flowers and leaves enchanting the forest,
A great mystery it is,
Yet the mist hides more than this,
In the center of the forest where the mist lays heavily and thick,
And yet the moonlight fills the place with its luminous glow,
Quietly and beautifully a garden grows under the moonlight,
Anemones, daisies, blue and white roses bloom and fill the place,
But in the center of that very garden,
A cherry blossom stands there blooming everyday,
Filling the place with its pink fluttering snow,
Under the mystic tree,
A man sits below it gazing at the beauty around him,
Every night he comes and writes about what his mind thinks freely,
Such an enchanting forest it is,
The forest of mysteries...
this is an improve version =P scroll down to see the previous design
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, September 8, 2008
Forest of Mysteries
A forest there lays,
Covered in a cold windy mist,
The trees that grows there are dead old willows,
Yet a few trees cling on to life in the dead land,
The trees filled with bright flowers and leaves enchanting the forest,
A great mystery it is,
Yet the mist hides more mysteries,
In the center of the forest where the mist lays heavily and thick,
And yet the moon pours its light upon it,
Quietly and beautifully a garden grows in it,
Anemones, daisies, blue and white roses bloom,
But in the center of that very garden,
A cherry blossom stands there blooming everyday,
Under the mystic tree,
A man sits below it gazing at the beauty around him,
Everyday he comes and writes about what his mind thinks freely,
Such an enchanting forest it is,
The forest of mysteries...
This poem is actually about myself, the reason I wrote it is because my friend, Amanda Lew suggest to me what I should write about.
I have always think about myself and the reasons why I am here and breathing.
And many a times my friends says I'm crazy , a mystery or hard to understand xD
Purpose of life or destiny whatever you call it, I never did find out about it but it never did stop me to find it as I continue to live on =D.
Thanks Amanda for giving me this idea =)
Right on to the flower meanings in my poem =P
Anemones = Forsaken
Oxeye Daisy = Patience (I didn't wanna use Oxeye in the poem as it will ruin it)
Blue Rose = Mystery
White Rose = Silence
The flowers have many meanings but I will only list what I meant to use here for my poems =)
Covered in a cold windy mist,
The trees that grows there are dead old willows,
Yet a few trees cling on to life in the dead land,
The trees filled with bright flowers and leaves enchanting the forest,
A great mystery it is,
Yet the mist hides more mysteries,
In the center of the forest where the mist lays heavily and thick,
And yet the moon pours its light upon it,
Quietly and beautifully a garden grows in it,
Anemones, daisies, blue and white roses bloom,
But in the center of that very garden,
A cherry blossom stands there blooming everyday,
Under the mystic tree,
A man sits below it gazing at the beauty around him,
Everyday he comes and writes about what his mind thinks freely,
Such an enchanting forest it is,
The forest of mysteries...
This poem is actually about myself, the reason I wrote it is because my friend, Amanda Lew suggest to me what I should write about.
I have always think about myself and the reasons why I am here and breathing.
And many a times my friends says I'm crazy , a mystery or hard to understand xD
Purpose of life or destiny whatever you call it, I never did find out about it but it never did stop me to find it as I continue to live on =D.
Thanks Amanda for giving me this idea =)
Right on to the flower meanings in my poem =P
Anemones = Forsaken
Oxeye Daisy = Patience (I didn't wanna use Oxeye in the poem as it will ruin it)
Blue Rose = Mystery
White Rose = Silence
The flowers have many meanings but I will only list what I meant to use here for my poems =)
A White Promise
From this day forth,
Until we meet again in the far-off time,
Upon this very place where the white petals float gently from the sky,
Upon this very place where the snowdrop and wintergreen bloom,
Until that day I shall wait,
On that cold winter night I promise,
A crackling fire shall blaze brightly here,
The smell of rosewood shall fill the air as the fire crackles,
The faint sound of crickets in the nearby bushes,
The cold wind shall blow gently at the fire,
The stars glittering brightly in the sky,
The moon pouring its beautiful light upon this place,
All this I promise,
Upon a white clover,
To you my beloved friend.
This is a poem I would love to dedicate to my beloved friends,
I shall not say their name but they will know who they are =)
As many times I watch them in silent,
That many times I cared for them.
To clear some things in the poem =P
White petals refer to the snow
Snowdrop is not snow but a flower
And yes there is such flower as White Clover
Snowdrop means Hope
White Clover means "I promise"
Wintergreen means Harmony
Until we meet again in the far-off time,
Upon this very place where the white petals float gently from the sky,
Upon this very place where the snowdrop and wintergreen bloom,
Until that day I shall wait,
On that cold winter night I promise,
A crackling fire shall blaze brightly here,
The smell of rosewood shall fill the air as the fire crackles,
The faint sound of crickets in the nearby bushes,
The cold wind shall blow gently at the fire,
The stars glittering brightly in the sky,
The moon pouring its beautiful light upon this place,
All this I promise,
Upon a white clover,
To you my beloved friend.
This is a poem I would love to dedicate to my beloved friends,
I shall not say their name but they will know who they are =)
As many times I watch them in silent,
That many times I cared for them.
To clear some things in the poem =P
White petals refer to the snow
Snowdrop is not snow but a flower
And yes there is such flower as White Clover
Snowdrop means Hope
White Clover means "I promise"
Wintergreen means Harmony
The Gentle Wind
The Gentle Wind
The wind....
Free like an eagle soaring,
Formless and untouchable,
A gentle breeze blow upon me,
Gentle and warm like a person's touch,
Flowing through every holes and cracks it finds,
Giving every life its kindness of warmth,
A sweet scent of geranium and rosemary came with it,
No life have not felt the gentleness of the wind upon their backs,
No life can forget the warmth it gave to their hearts,
Never had the wind forget about us,
The gentle wind...
If you guys are wondering why I picked Geranium and Rosemary as the scent the wind blew,
its because every flower has a meaning or symbolizes something.
Geranium means Gentility
Rosemary means Remembrance
The wind....
Free like an eagle soaring,
Formless and untouchable,
A gentle breeze blow upon me,
Gentle and warm like a person's touch,
Flowing through every holes and cracks it finds,
Giving every life its kindness of warmth,
A sweet scent of geranium and rosemary came with it,
No life have not felt the gentleness of the wind upon their backs,
No life can forget the warmth it gave to their hearts,
Never had the wind forget about us,
The gentle wind...
If you guys are wondering why I picked Geranium and Rosemary as the scent the wind blew,
its because every flower has a meaning or symbolizes something.
Geranium means Gentility
Rosemary means Remembrance
Unique in Different Ways
What makes you and me so different
Simplicity is beautiful.
Creativity refines and shapes it.
Together it is Unique.
Unique is one of a kind =)
There can only be one of me and only one of you.
This is what makes me and you unique =D
This is a quote I made, we should not forget who we are and always be ourselves =P
We are different in our own ways but we tend to forget that,
So this is kinda like a reminder for everyone =P
Simplicity is beautiful.
Creativity refines and shapes it.
Together it is Unique.
Unique is one of a kind =)
There can only be one of me and only one of you.
This is what makes me and you unique =D
This is a quote I made, we should not forget who we are and always be ourselves =P
We are different in our own ways but we tend to forget that,
So this is kinda like a reminder for everyone =P
Friday, September 5, 2008
Taking My Sweet Time
Well, I just booked the name 1st.
Now is just to build the web around a bit.
There will be nothing here yet.
Now is just to build the web around a bit.
There will be nothing here yet.
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