Soren Valentine


Soren Valentine Poems

1. Deceitful Dreams 7/1/2012
2. No More And Forever 7/1/2012
3. Ode To The Freedom Sought 7/1/2012
4. Inverted Reflections 7/1/2012
5. Echoes Of Time 7/1/2012
6. Persecution Complex 7/5/2012
7. Nebulous 7/10/2012
8. When Light Is Cast Away 8/3/2012
9. Poesy's Serenade 8/6/2012
10. Autumn 8/6/2012
11. Winter 8/6/2012
12. Spring 8/6/2012
13. Summer 8/6/2012
14. Frozen Ash 8/6/2012
15. Blizzard Of Fire 8/6/2012
16. To The Flower Upon The Hill 8/6/2012
17. Abattoir 8/6/2012
18. Ode To The Moon's Tragedy 8/10/2012
19. Taunted 8/10/2012
20. Irritation Of Hollow Shells 8/10/2012
21. Nightmares And Dreams 8/19/2012
22. Walls Drawn 8/20/2012
23. King Of Storms 8/20/2012
24. Persephone's Slave 9/12/2012
25. Story Of An Unknown World 9/12/2012
26. Unheeded 9/15/2012
27. Leaves Turning Grey 9/19/2012
28. One Thousand Shards Of Glass 9/25/2012
29. Sea Of Darkness 8/18/2012
30. Rebellion 9/26/2012
31. Same One, Different Haunt - A Haiku 10/3/2012
32. The Tree In The Field 10/20/2012
33. Glorious Panacea 10/31/2012
34. The Ocean's Our Sanctuary 11/12/2012
35. The Grey Mist Of A Healing Frost 11/27/2012
36. The Lonely Thespian 12/5/2012
37. Fireflies 12/10/2012
38. A Scarecrow's Puppet 11/27/2012
39. Light Show Over The Lake; Part I 11/29/2012
40. Ennui And Fright 7/30/2012
Best Poem of Soren Valentine

October's Red Leaf

This little leaf I hold in my hand,
for fear it should escape into the air
and take my joy, my memories and
leaving me greying in despair.

Upon Its crown it burns red and quaint,
like a painted star it is bright,
until it blackens with sadness faint,
and leaves its colours with nostalgic night.

'Tis a tree, a Covert of mine,
so it becomes a begetter of joy,
for it rewinds me to when I'd shine,
But now I'm lost; betwixt a man and a boy.

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Inverted Reflections

A single autumn leaf blows, leading me like a beatific fool upon the path of the Forgotten Ones.
I mutter prayers for eternal slumber as I mindlessly wander about the decaying road, led by this pale light.
I reach the Gate of Emptiness and Desertion, and as I pass through, a Forest of Fluorescent White Trees assaults me with painful memories of my thralldom unto the crestfallen spirit that has oft been led to misery.

I have been filled with nothingness; The Man That Never Was.

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