Best Atween Poems
Say you love me?
The harder words to only say
Words meaning a we
Have you and I found a way?
Do you know you love me?
How do I know I love you as well?
Between us... what can you see?
Atween us... what can I tell?
I shall say I love you
No easier can the words be said
Words in judgement to feel
I found a way yet is love to wait?
Do you know I love you?
Does it not bear so much difference who let?
How would we know who's true?
To only know and regardlessly be swept
Say you love me
I'll say I love you
Words shall only be
When only ourselves... knew
Categories:
atween, love,
Form:
Rhyme
From before, the day seems different today
A day vanishing silently to the fall of night
A moment less fulfilling returns to stray
Where of resurrections of moments died?
Bittersweet from a subtle kiss
Alive and vibrant, soulless and dispirited
To moments… to someone missed
Of feelings thought to unlearn, let be restricted
Surrendering as a victor who sighs
Searching in vain in unorthodoxy
Believing in truths, returning in lies
Of moments found in tranquility
As balances un-root and unwind
From a day before, I see not today
Dependency unfolds in disregarded time
With certainty to acknowledge to keep at bay
A riddle stands atween and along
An enigma to welcome yet, the encounter
From the start till the end to belong
Where of paths to cross in moments, forever?
Categories:
atween, life, day, day, riddle,
Form:
Free verse
{Despite the real world, I guess people of this nature is inescapable
In bound to meet in every crossroads of life, unjustly though providential
Though proud, he is harmless with limitless curiosity to kill
And unlike me, he isn’t afraid to voice how he actually feels
I don’t favour to have his company, yet… his aid is required
To gain entry with ease into the Fallen’s path is afterall desired
Time is always against us, and Alkaiya is weakening in regard
And with newfound love, I’m to be prepared to be torn apart
Is love in reality really to differ from love in The Ancients?
Or is love more cherished in make believe as compared to reasons?
Day by day… Alkaiya becomes more vibrant atween my mind
A self love in a part where only reality can expose to learn in time
Though… despite of love grown for her, I cannot forget Ei-rian
A journey known only by us both… a love and never a dream
With a despair to place us in place, from a hundred years away
With a passion in dire to chase, from a hundred years today
… Alkaiya, Ei-rian and now even reality is at its awakening
Can thoughts be of less in otherwise a man’s reasoning?}
“I do ask for forgiveness to have to keep all awaiting for Twit
Yet, it really isn’t easy to choice a successor whom isn’t weak!
Come now, we go to the fallen healer Sylvius for enlightenment
For as what Twit sees, the Mistress needs be with him a moment
What of times seen and met will you not see through it all?
What of given periods of mishap have you not lived in to befall?
A matter of days in a matter of ways in no matter to sway
Truth is never false, fake is never true is still of words who say
Perhaps you can enlighten Twit as to what have happened so far?
With knowledge will come words to say, whether truth or bizarre”
Categories:
atween, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
From before, the day seems different today
A day vanishing silently to the fall of night
A moment less fulfilling returns to stray
Where of resurrections of moments died?
Bittersweet from a subtle kiss
Alive and vibrant, soulless and dispirited
To moments… to someone missed
Of feelings thought to unlearn, let be restricted
Surrendering as a victor who sighs
Searching in vain in unorthodoxy
Believing in truths, returning in lies
Of moments found in tranquility
As balances un-root and unwind
From a day before, I see not today
Dependency unfolds in disregarded time
With certainty to acknowledge to keep at bay
A riddle stands atween and along
An enigma to welcome yet, the encounter
From the start till the end to belong
Where of paths to cross in moments, forever?
Categories:
atween, mysteryday, day, riddle,
Form:
Light Verse
Mirrors Of Our Souls
For just a while I close my eyes
Waiting… waiting for thoughts to devour me
Too much truth voice the hidden lies
And a sudden befallen wells tranquility
What lies aforth, I’m only to know just as well
The creature of death, shall be arriving soon
An unholy desire of the inevitable dwell…
And the silent spirits sang for darkness to loom
At the chime of the thirteen hour
The ever darken blackness seduces the fallen angels
Time statues unmoved by unearthly power
And I saw the ghostly green of the iris crystal
Never a calmness blue, never an angered red
Only of a depthless green
Subtle as dew on ancient lake
Endless in its inspirit eyes of dreams
“As it appears, you seem cleanse of troubled thoughts!
My presence seems unnecessary, or is it not?
Voice one’s heart for your sorrows, I shall feed
Be it grievance tear to water one’s yearning seed
Hence the enchantment of time stands the dark and the light
Where there is one there is the other, of day and of night
Laughter is of happiness within the essence of sadness
For one never rejoices if one understands not the sweet bitterness
The knowledge of pain reveals the path to comfort
To feel, to heal, can one’s destiny be acknowledged forward!
Grace be the divine, waste be the devil
Mystical wonders wells both the heavenly and befallen angels
These few of many proverbs, bears true to its words
They are but two, yet voice only as one to be heard
No less, no more, a string there binds with never a knot
For since the forgotten rules, sacks not a penny for a thought
Scripted as one sees, for what lies as a woven bond
Either to be denied existence, then neither of us will belong
The balance atween our worlds, towers the Golden Gates of reasons
Yours as the ‘Mortals’ and of my the ‘Ancients’
Categories:
atween, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
There was a touch of sadness
A moment there came to be missed in time
Words were given in turn to portray the absence
For a portraiture of moments unforgotten behind
A mystery hides beyond the enigma
Truth within grasp yet deep afar inside
It felt meaningful atween this lunatic sinatra
Harbouring unrealize sins to be realized beside
With the night to chill this dreamless dream
Love of its true origin can be realized
What it takes is to simply embrace the sins
And moments no more need be fantasized
An unfounded freedom engifted to creed
A comforting sorrow enveloping yet to yearn
Those of blood worth sacrificing to bleed
For the sins and the engiver to soak as one to learn
It cannot be told how it begins
This portrayal and betrayal of realism
Yet a moment nevermore it remains
The sinful moments of time in lunatism
Categories:
atween, imaginationbetrayal,
Form:
An Aria Beyond A Silent Dream
Just yesterday, I was dreaming some love I’ll never have
And now I’m sitting all alone, smoking… this night
Some soul within that never was mine, seems to have left
Like falling stars crying so, fading upon its dying light
It was just like a dream, a dream which began it all
A fantasy I so thought, a reality now fought
The enigmatic world of The Ancients is the world I saw
Some place where life is only to belong to the rot
I was petrified from the sights of the ungodly world
And I fear even more shall come eventually my sleep
Betrayal portrays the poison mind from the green of an emerald
And I wonder if strength can still be drawn from hearts of the weak
Its been a while since, had the befallen and the defier appear
I’m lost and very much alone atween a portal through stolen time
Though the bond of a steel may assure the undead minions to fear
Yet dependency is a weakness without the drop of faith close behind
Be it so if I should sleep in reality, I’m awaken otherwise within
And upon awakening elsewhere, it isn’t simply a hallucinatory fantasy
And as once more, I walk the path beyond ancient’s dream
I saw a world lost upon where I stand alone, in complete solitary
{With the reality world shut away, despairing never fails to end
The darken haze aloof the skies were evidence of time bearing no when
Bodies in impossible millions lay lifeless as far as the eye can see
With the essence of blood weighing upon the breath of air so free
From where I stood, the battle before seems wearily over and forgotten
With my sword at hand, I was left mortified with delusions of the tragic moment
How is it, a glitter of hope can present itself from this nightmarish hell?
Yet I knew, extraordinary from ordinary isn’t just some words to praytell
I scan the bloodshed more intensely, knowing not what I may assume to find?
And I’m not alone… as something else was heard from behind
There was a voice, voicing sadness and sorrow in solemn aria
Singing perhaps to the heavens, yearning so to be heard from afar
I trail towards the tune and saw a figure standing atop a shadowy stone
Cloaked in an armour that at once suggested swiftness, as well a necklace of bones
And seen in her hand… she held a crypted bow
Where strap over her shoulder, was as well a quiver of arrows
Categories:
atween, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
“The only light from a sword have sheltered me from despair
The balance of reality and dreams, welcomes nothing to compare
Dreams were afterall the insanity of one’s desire
Made to believe moments before the awakening hour
This belongs the true origin since the fall of the humans
The curse brought from our love to cause The Ancients total domination
Moments since loved, to love to then unlove
I give to you only truth afar from lies to serve”
{Years of yore, a time somewhence atween the Holy War
A prophecy is soon to begin its outcry once more
Humanities who were forged to serve the Battalion Goddess were dying away
Prayers in blood were dis-spirited souls praying to live another day
Yet despairs to the Heavens never seem to be heard
Where forth the Battalion Goddess, where is the Goddess of Word?
The Goddess who mortals seek hope in, bears one in many prophecies
The one to lead till the end of war, to rid the Ancients of miseries
However, the DarkLord Alkzadrius, only grew ever stronger each dusk
Every other night to those who live, only promises to be last
There was then this one night, in the ruins throughout The Ancients
A brightest of light shone from a seemingly farthest of distance
Two figures emerge from beyond, one a woman and another a man
And the very might of the moment itself, have had evil dissolving into the sands
Every other minions who came in their way were vanquish
Even spells and curses cast upon the terrain had discreetly vanish
Sensing victory for the night, mortals around raise their swords and fought
Yet the battle were already won at hearts without so much a thought!
It was raining a subtle when dawn finally arrive
That day, every mortal to witness the birth had survive
Humanities rejoice in triumph to the Champions of the lands
Peace being the one hope for all time, was only just a matter of when
The prophecy remains to be true… prayers were heard
Evermore so, mortals reunited to serve once more the Goddess of Word
Every battle were won, wherever the Champions of the Word were to walk
In time, they were feared by most every minions of the Darklord
Alkaiya, the name enchanted by the people for the mistress of War
Being the one who beholds the Bow of the Word hence fore
And the Knight of the Word who has without a bearing name
Who wield the Sword of Sin where evil is nay to remain}
Categories:
atween, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
With the world drifting away
I see myself atween… perhaps have been
Nights sleeping for cycling days
Myself I see… in this world a dream
They floated once for me to believe
Desperately learning if one day I will fly
To fly to reach to ultimately achieve
Without an answer I might seek just why
Yet the more I learn did I stray
For heavier did loads promises to bare
Attempted flights onto the ground I lay
Did my age theft more than I dare?
And I took a leap once more
A regrettable height, another secret kept
Is there enough time for moments to call for?
To simply have tears genuine… wept
With the world drifting away
Myself I saw atween… perhaps to seem
Cycling nights of awakening days
I see myself in a world with dreams
Categories:
atween, devotionworld,
Form:
Light Verse
Somewhere lost within myself and the world
I see my dreams and I see a void
Secrets as lonely as any pearl
Is loneliness a time never to avoid?
Nothing last forever in time
Like love never lasting for the one in love
Death to steal from to have stories shine
Is it love or compassion to know to serve?
Whatever lies happening for one
Is never to be the happening for another
Though of cycles revolving the moon and the sun
We live on in uncertainties an ever, an after
What it takes to go beyond
What belongs to enhance the questing line?
Perhaps only quiet desperation can risk us along
And to reason with the course we find
Atween lies what everyone is to see
Though not all will agree to my judgment
Perhaps to term, is to become secrets to be
Where loneliness to every a soul has their every reason
Categories:
atween, lifeloneliness, love,
Form:
Light Verse
“Our time belongs not for the choosing
Beyond all doubt, weathers yet withers all reasoning
I am only to speak from your unfounded sorrows
Serving the bearer, a beginning towards a beginning to every a morrow
A dream belongs in every reality, alike reality to belong a dream
Atween is where we stand, believing and disbelieving to seem
One’s thought reads uncertain yet eager to believe
Burning your every desire to seek for serene relief
And yearning in silence, fear awaits to be tempered
Comfort oneself where tranquility will eventually be heard
There is still much to learn before you can truly be awaken
For an end to begin is where truly lies the unforeseen distance
Remember well, naïve one… the call of yore awaits its bearer
Alike the fate of a faithful servant, awaiting his humble master”
I was mesmerized, rather mystified even
Of the language he utter, was of those an ancient tongue
With the darkness gone, I’m left torn and broken
How much more to be, might a fragile soul be left undone
As harmless as he may be, I shouldn’t be afraid
Only he belongs the dark creature of my delusive dreams
However absurd, I know it is a long while that he has to await
To finally appear before me, from darkness within
I decidedly named him from a book once read
‘The Askance’ being the bringer of forbidden enigma
He will return once more I gather, to have answers met
Till then, let the time of dreamless reality be afar
……………………………………………
Categories:
atween, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
There is a need to find things to do
No matter when, where, how… with time, with place
Too many needs and desires unreal
Yet as always we search on for consequences to face
High and low, day and night
And we never can quench our desires an ever
Our desperate plea remains but voices that hide
Causing humans in humanity to be humane lesser
Are we all learnt enough to be in content?
Yet always to be overwhelmed when something new comes along
Lives a need perhaps… forever till the end
Simply a search for something out of nothing to stumble upon
Living a life, falling in love and finding work
Having found yet finding still for comfort to maintain
Realism made for our troubled minds to flirt
An individual to think different to humanities yet the same
Searching for things to do is forever a need
No matter whenever, however, beyond time, atween space
Too many needs and desires to only seek
Discontentment for one’s contentment need we chase?
Categories:
atween, life
Form:
Light Verse
Where words are a given to be written
Like dreams are a given to be seen
Of moments lying arcross the distance
Where is the time within?
There hides a voice to be heard
Like darkness unnotice from a shading light
The mind is only mindful of the weird
Yet where belongs the dark… in the night?
And sleep has fail to veil once more
Like an imagination towards neverending time
Where thoughts do not return to recall
Where is the light, to have darkness shine?
In silence do images tend to appear!
Like shadows gracing the solemn walls
Reliving sins to never again fear
And where belongs truly, those pictures from before?
Moments are a given to be written
As words are a given to be seen
Of dreams lying across the distance
When is the time atween?
Categories:
atween, timewords, time,
Form:
Light Verse