Gofre's poetry thread

Words fly out like doves
Once so innocent and pure
That time is long gone

Crimson drips like dew
But the leaves from which it falls
Lament its descent.

Time flies, it's a pity we can't keep pace,
Towers rise up, we all just fall from grace.
Humans I mean, a species so frail,
Together we work, divided we fail.
All humans need answers, something to blame.
"Why feel guilty? I'll just shift the shame!"
These scapegoats we make, from lies and deciet,
Are idols you worship, you pray at their feet.
Those heavenly lords, once so revered,
Are all long gone, now that they are feared.
Religion matters not, but your actons do,
Don't blame your Gods, only you control you.
Our world has grown up so tall and so fast
We better keep up, if it is to last.

This is not the traditional sonnet. While this keeps to the correct structure (10 syllables a line, 14 lines total), it is not the proclamation of love you'd expect. However, this is not a narrow-minded attack at religion either. This poem is my view on humanity and the way it percieves religion and itself. Wars are started over religious disputes. Ssuch disasters like the holocaust have been triggered through for people's distorted views of other religions, and their own. This poem is basically saying that no matter which religion is right or wrong, at the end of the day humanity has its free will. We are to blame for what we do, and we cannot blame anything for our own or other people's actions. Civilisation has come so far, yet humanity has not kept up, instead it is stuck in an age of paranoia. I have deliberately made this poem sound childlike, to mimic the thoughts of those it is based on.

Room revolves around my head
Not in control of what is said
The sights and sounds just overflow
I start to wish I too am dead

My eyes are shut, nowhere to go
My stomach swells, again I throw
My throat it burns, too much to bear
My eyes open, the lights they glow

That ghost she grabs, my clothes and hair
Recognise not this suit I wear
That man he takes my soul away
I don't resist, I know it's fair

My senses burn on the next day
My friends are faced the other way
I think about last night and smile
I risky game that was to play

This poem has a dual meaning for me. Taken literally (And you can do so if you want) then it is about a drunken saturday night I spent slouched in the corner, talking to people i did not know. That was the initial idea. However, halfway through writing this poem I realised how relative this was to the last year of my life, the year i left school and finally had freedom to do whatever i wish. Now back in full time education, I feel even more out of place than I thought possible. Yet at the end of it all I'm enjoying my self, which is all that maters.
Structurally, this freeverse is done in the style of Stopping By a Woods On A Snowy Evevning, by Robert Frost (Google it or one of my posts has a link, about halfway down). It has the rhyme scheme AABA with the B from the previous stanza becoming the A in the next one. I picked the pentameter specifically for this poem, initially to show how much better everything flows when "intoxicated". However, as the poem developed i saw how the rhythm created mimics the repetition and pattern my life has fallen into.
This is my favorite poem so far, as it has allowed me to get my feelings out. Take it figuratively, take it literally, I take it both :)