Poems

I have been writing some poems, some are mine, some are from those that truly see the world, those that could write it better than you could feel it. Please feel free to comment and advise me.

Dreams, I write By Anita B
A clear chaste ocean with smooth shallow dips,
Stark, steep cliff face with imposing jagged tips,
The morning dew sweats in brisk open vales,
From which trees emerge; and the land impales,
Softly a breeze ravishes the lush green,
Pillaging this gentle and peaceful scene,
Silently delicate flowers endure,
Fighting this evil, with that which is pure.


Bright Star By John Keats

would I were stedfast..........thou art-
lone.........................................the night
watching................................eternal..........apart
...........patient, sleepless
moving
pure........................................human shores
gazing
.............upon the mountains
yet still stedfast................unchangeable
.............upon my.......love's ripening breast
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell
Awake for ever
Still, still
And so live ever....................death


To a Child Dancing in The Wind by: W. B. Yeats

DANCE……upon…...shore;
……………….you……care
…………………………..?
……tumble out………..
That.………………….wet;
Being…….you have not known
The fool's triumph, ………..
Love lost as soon as won,
….the best …….dead
And all ………. to bind.
……need ………. to dread
The monstrous crying ……..

Scared.

'The Daffodils' by Wordsworth:
'I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
..............................................................
..............................................................
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

I think there might be something wrong with me. I honestly feel slightly frightened about leaving the house and i'm not sure why. I have never liked crowds, I have a phobia of going to places with lots of people, the thought of a stadium brimming with thousands of fans makes me feel ill. I struggle with lecture theatres full of people, but manage it. I wonder if anyone feels the same. I dont want to see anyone, i'd rather stay in my room, paint or draw. Am i missing out on life or am I just embracing who I am?