Best Black Forest Poems
the half-filled glass
of Black Forest wine
moon shines on her parted lips
3/21/2020
Limerick : Once a Firebrand Fräulein from the Black Forest
Once a Firebrand Fräulein from the Black Forest
In winter went out to cut wood sans vest
In fact sans Lederhose
Nor even horse fire hose
So she got fired on wood with zest.
or
So she got fired for good in jest.
or
So she got fired by Crook in earnest.
or
So she got fired in crook by Earnest.
or
So she got fired with Earnest in the nest.
(and so on and on…)
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
A black forest full of ash ,
the sky echo's and leaves a path of light just enough to make you hope there might be a way
out ,
so you search , and you find no water , no color, no warmth,
as you walk every thing becomes colder and darker and you ask me to take your hand , but
I know as the clouds turn in, so will your promises ... into lies.
what a demise.... I am the rock... you are but mere sand... you are black and white...
I am a garden you do not tend... You promise life... you promise velvet cakes lined with lace
and orchestras and touching souls melted like wax candles ....
and I remember as you look back at me and your eyes they gleam in my reflection and they
turn black and your hands they are cold... and the forest draws close and I realize now that
I am all alone... It was never you in my arms, it was always a picture I had, that I hold...
hold dear... and I cry... and I lay here in my dress ... and my pretty hair ... sick dressing
up for you... and the sun no longer shines... and you no longer lie.. and you say .. you don't
love me , and fine.. I don't love you....
And I lie here in the snow.... and the blood drips on the floor... and I let you go ... I have to
rip you from me like a disease... and I scream ... to let me go.. why don't you leave me
alone... and I changed my phone... There is no more sanity.....
written By -Amy Everett 9-13-08
Well I am no stranger to
the kiss of death
... the closer the sun sets
I can hear you calling to
me creature of the night
where the winter roses
grow in the cold, icy wind
and falling snow...
IN THE BLACK FOREST
I find my way through
the briars and down the
pathway, the ancient ones
laugh and say enjoy your
stay but they don't know me
very well or the magic passed
on to me by Morgan Le Faye
I am here for one reason and
one reason only, to raise you
from your grave so don't dare
the gypsy of the wild heart
because the spirit is one with
the dark and darker than
THE BLACK FOREST...
So there is no fear in this
night as the raven circles
the grave, I wave my hands
and bring you back to life...
Drink of my blood and let it
rejuvenate your soul as the cold,
cold vile wind does blow and
echoes the curse of the Vampire...
Through THE BLACK FOREST
of Collinwood I walk the secret
passage way again to the place
I swore I would leave you but now
I have had a change of heart and I
command you to rise, rise from
your grave, awaken now it is almost
day…
IN THE BLACK FOREST where
you were made, IN THE BLACK
FOREST through the briars
just down the way from the old
house on the hill, you no longer
have your own will and I say
it still...
Don't dare the Gypsy of the wild
heart...the spirit is one with the
dark, as dark as THE BLACK
FOREST!
Well I am no stranger to
The kiss of death
The closer the sun sets
I can hear you calling to
Me creature of the night
Where the winter roses
Grow in the cold, icy wind
And falling snow...
IN THE BLACK FOREST
I find my way through
The briars and down the
Pathway, the ancient ones
Laugh and say enjoy your
Stay but they don't know me
Very well or the magic passed
On to me by Morgan Le Faye
I am here for one reason and
One reason only, to raise you
From your grave so don't dare
The gypsy of the wild heart
Because the spirit is one with
The dark and darker than
THE BLACK FOREST...
So there is no fear in this
Night as the raven circles
The grave, I wave my hands
And bring you back to life...
Drink of my blood and let it
Rejuvenate your soul as the cold,
Cold vile wind does blow and
Echoes the curse of the Vampire...
Through THE BLACK FOREST
Of Collinwood I walk the secret
Passage way again to the place
I swore I would leave you but now
I have had a change of heart and I
Command you to rise, rise from
Your grave, awaken now it is almost
Day...
IN THE BLACK FOREST where
You were made, IN THE BLACK
FOREST through the briars
Just down the way from the old
House on the hill, you no longer
Have your own will and I say
It still...
Don't dare the Gypsy of the wild
Heart. The spirit is one with the
Dark, as dark as THE BLACK
FOREST!
In the black forest matter without mind
Falls by its own weight between each drop
Rain happens that way when branches break
Collapsed by forces of nature to the ground
Sunshine is a mistake
Where light penetration is not
Remains sealed inside without escape
Below a canopy of green shrouded in mystery
Crisp leaves there to catch the woods one and all
Forest creatures sink into oblivion at the sound
Into puddles fit for drinking without clouds
In the black forest matter without mind survives
Falls by its own weight for another days design
Black Forest Cherry Cheesecake
bathed in chocolate
topped with foamy cream and nuts
a scrumptious delight
on cold, frigid nights
comfort food
Yum!
Germany’s favorite black forest back in her day
Knew how to distribute her leaves right away.
They formed a beautiful orange and red sea.
As pumpkins grew on vines in numbers of three.
Witches and warlocks came to get a tiny peek.
They were excited by the leaves they did not seek.
Because the leaves were magical, followed them home.
Making their spells easy, turning into a gnome.
Was this magic we did or magic done to us?
They asked others, without much of a fuss.
Germany’s forests have a mind of their own.
Better take the leaves back to their blessed home,
Deep in Black Forest
lives a good-natured ghost
whose eyes are like Nebula
a blurry blue
He Slithers along
steeply falling terrain
where ravine-like dark valley
drops deadly low
Every Lunar night
near Cascading waters
He camps to sing by the grave
of his lost girl
Serpentine river
dragging along cold air
gushes forth Myriad rifts
roars with the ghost
All through the white night
he wails, whispers with Lilt
at dawn he disappears with
Phosphorous smile
he was raised by trees
a fur king in Germany's black forest
few met him, as he seldom transmogrified
posing as a harmless sapling by day
howling rage by night