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Instead of flooding the forums with countless poetry threads, please be considerate to the authors and post poetry here. An exception might be something like a 10 post epic poem. Anyhow, you guys know the drill- we've had a poetry column before- so get to it!
Also remember that like with stories, comments and replies to poems are important to the writer.
Desert_Eagle25
07-12-04, 10:23 PM
To Love You Enough, To Let You Go - Written by Alex D. (Desert_Eagle25)
Let down again.
Life intoiling,
Life entrenching.
It gives me breath,
Yet it suffocates me.
It is the hand with which
Gives me life,
And the hand which
Steals from me.
It is easy,
It is hard,
It is focused,
and it chaos.
Inside me it calls,
It calls your name,
It calls my name,
It yearns for it,
It aches for it.
But it is not there.
The illusion fades,
The mirage dispelled.
A trick,
An artifice,
A jest,
On my heart,
On my soul.
I am the mirage,
And you were the facet.
I am a toy, a ruse...
At your disposal, always.
I fell away with you,
I fell away from myself.
I can remember when it was good,
I can remember when it hurt,
Moments of happiness elude.
Or maybe...I misunderstood.
I watch the flashbacks...
the memories intertwine.
Memories that have never past,
Memories that have never gone.
I felt it crush me within,
I felt it move me within,
I felt it flux within me,
I felt the pool within me...a drop set free.
Am I free?
Was I ever a prisoner..
Was I your prisoner?
Or was I a prisoner...in my own heart,
My own mind,
My own hysteria.
It is the easy letdown...
The letdown of you...
The letdown of myself,
The letdown of your love.
I fell away with you,
I fell away from myself.
I see now what I am,
I see now my path.
I am no longer blind to love,
No longer blind to emotion,
No longer blind to myself,
Numb from my head to my toes,
It can no longer enthrall me;
I have no feeling.
I can look,
See your tender smile,
See who it is at your side...
And weep...and rejoice for you both.
And to let you go.
I painted my first chapter black,
And my second chapter red,
And now, I leave the rest for you to write...
It is odd...
Odd, knowing you give your self up,
Odd, knowing you sacrifice,
Odd, knowing you love,
And even odder...to love enough...
Where you are no longer
The one at hand,
And you are only a blank preface,
To be defined by them.
To let them go.
Bullroarer
13-12-04, 03:36 PM
An interesting selection Desert Eagle. Your poem speaks of having love and then loosing and then wondering whether it is real. As a result you poem creates an atmosphere of depression, especially when it speaks of whether life is worth it. The latter part of the poem has a lot sheer pain and then speaks of letting a loved person go. If I misinterpreted your poem then I apologize
By:Mahmud Islam
A Different Kind of Hero
The garbage man rides his dump truck everyday
Pulling his trash as the skies turn their grim gray
He pulls and works and toils for every call
But when we smell his stench, we make him small
With insults and jeers we turn our back
We ridicule the man with the filthy sack
The garbage man is hero, but we only jeer
He always listens, but we never hear
We can never hear his heart breaking when his children are mocked
We never look him face to face after the horrible insults we talked
In his eternal misery of festering maggot ridden rubbish he is locked
Tell me why oh brothers, is the garbage man mocked?
Who cleans our streets and reduces our plague like snot
Who cleanses our backyards of rubbish and rot
Who removes the banana peel and deflated ball
Who keeps clean the tunnel and the hall
Who keeps the teeth of civilization without plaque
Working in dirt whether the clouds are white or black
Who takes away the our stingy fear
Who makes the sidewalks so squeaky clear
The garbage man is a hero, now are you shocked
Working whether his path is safe or blocked
None of us have ever gone where he has walked
Without him, our very worlds would be rocked
Who makes sure it is all nice and clean
He toils with sludge, while us peacocks preen
To provide for his family is his call
While we lavish around in the mall
Who cleans up after we take a snack
Who wakes up to work at dawn’s crack
Why do we shudder when he is near
Be proud to know that a hero is here.
Pretzel
16-12-04, 03:07 PM
I like warcraft three
It's been so much fun for me
Without it I'd die
My first poem, perhaps I'll do more later. AT the current time, however, I should be studying for exams
Shieldmaiden
17-12-04, 05:54 PM
That's a thought-provoking poem, Bullroarer.
AlarStormBringer
17-12-04, 06:18 PM
Right. Well, this is a poem for school, and it's got a specific order so it is rough, that's not the point. It took me a while to think this up, and I know there are errors, but I haven't bothered to fix them.
Told Me A Story
They told the story to me
It happened in the dark of night, the quiet
She had gone completely tearless
The machines around her had been flickering
And the traffic outside hadn’t blared
That’s when the alarms sounded.
Then the sirens rang, and the life saver had sounded.
The phone rang, and the one who picked up was me
I was told to call someone immediately their voice blared
The week before it was still just as quiet
Somehow I knew a life was flickering
Yet still I had managed to remain tearless
Nothing stained my face as I remained tearless.
The door slammed, now having sounded
The window shades opened and closed, quickly flickering
The light flashed around me
After the news arrived I remained quiet
I ignored the throbbing in my headas the speakers blared
The engine began to rev. the horn blared
I’d slammed the door on my hand, still I was tearless
I cranked the radio down and it became quiet
The safety check screeched, and my departure was sounded
The person who was driving was me
The headlights began flickering.
The maddening dash on the highway turned to flickering
The wind rushing through the windows blared
I knew it wasn’t them who was more afraid, it was me
I don’t know how long I fought to remain tearless
The police officer came up and his sirens sounded
I pulled out the forms, and remained quiet.
The entire way over to the building was quiet
My hope for her survival was flickering
The cries from the waiting room had made my entrance sounded
The sobs from around me blared
Not a single one of them was tearless
All of them, but me.
Mageheart XII
30-12-04, 04:49 PM
The crimson blood, that grisly sight
Cringes their courage, night by night.
The guilty burden that crushed them whole
Revealed their secret, their inner soul.
The lifeless child with dripping blood
Still lingers in their vile mood;
His raised flesh and petrified expression
Still feeds their murderous depression.
As that child now lies at rest
He leaves them both to face the test.
He leaves the sorrows of this state,
While they, alone, must meet their fate.
Nio the Namless
22-01-05, 03:14 PM
This Chrismas I gave my girl freind a promise ring (meaning I will love you past, present and furture) anyway I want to make a pome to go with it... I am having some trouble though. Certian parts sound good but I am unsure
plus I want it short cause she likes things that are short
A light deep in my soul, whispers
cradling my heart with warmth
telling me of a promise, I wish to make
A promise that I will love you, for who your are
the person crafted by life’s trails of love and sorrow
it is those things that have made you, that I cherish
A promise that I shall always love you,
be it in happiness or frustration, I shall stand strong
No matter how dark, or dangerous life’s valley becomes
A promise to love you as you are,
every fleeing moment, I shall cherish
Be it sorrow or joy, I will be there
This is the promise I make
To love you for all time
past, present, and future
A-Thousand-Lies
23-01-05, 01:00 AM
I had a friend named Bill,
I met him upon a tall hill,
His brother was a young man named Phil,
He often stole money from the cashier's till
AlarStormBringer
23-01-05, 01:30 AM
I thought I'd post some old poetry, so for the next few days while brainstorming for my Prologue, I'll be.. posting hold poetry.
Childhood Past
Childhood memories
passed by in a blur
shooting past like light.
How we miss them
That sunlight shining down
glimmering on your face
it often seems hard to see.
Where does the time fly
New things come and go
and the innocence fades
stopping the laughter
stopping the smiles.
We soon realize that our lives
so short and small in scale
do often change
and sometimes for the better.
Childhood memories
strolling down the road
riding on the tire swing
falling into new year’s life.
When Did It Start
How did the death start, and when
How many lives did it take in the beginning
If life means so much to us, why do we take it
Why do we have a need to shed the blood
Silver met with red, swirling in a perfect blend
Stone on bone, wood in flesh, the weapons of man
How many more can we make to destroy
When did it start, this thing we call war
The atom that can now split, the fire that ever burns
The cannons that take down ships in a mere hit
And the guns that can end a thousand lives
Why does it have to keep going on.
A-Thousand-Lies
25-01-05, 04:42 AM
I'm just gonna come up with something from the top of my head here.
More of a song I've got here ...
The scars haven't faded
The torment hasn't ended
Those words still leave me jaded
These wounds haven't mended
For too long I've tried
To pretend I can't feel it
For too long I've wanted to hide
Then to have to live through it
There has always been a way
To stop it all forever
A place where I'd eternally lay
And end this painful endeavour
There is always a exit
There is always a way out
There is always an escape
This time, there's no doubt
A place where I can rest
And get away from this opression
There is a place I can stay
And no longer suffer from this depression
This is what they deserve
For too long, I've been forced to serve
Yet they had the nerve
To push me over the edge
I'm no slave to this world
I'm no stranger to this feeling
I'm not going to take this persecution
My sanity is slipping
There is always a exit
There is always a way out
There is always an escape
This time, there's no doubt
This is my exit
This is the end
I've dealt with this too long
I'm not going to pretend
Nio the Namless
29-01-05, 01:02 PM
Desert-A wonderful and bull hit in on the nose with his comment
though I queston this stansa
It is easy,
It is hard,
It is focused,
and it chaos.
don't ask why, I just do...
Altar-
Good expression though I think you need to reword it a bit so it flows better
When Did It Start- I think that was your best, though the rythme with ships and hit might be a little to preditable, but it's your call
Mageheart XII-Sounds pretty good to me
ATL-(I GOT IT RIGHT!) I only question
Those words still leave me jaded
These wounds haven't mended
in your lastest peice. This rythm seems a bit forced. But it was a very good poem with good expression.
Ok I lay my card on the tabel
Caring
The kindness, of one unfamiliar
always amazes, catching one off guard
weather it’s along a frozen path
when you struggle to be free
from a simple bank of snow
Or in the midst of taunts
that crush hopes and dreams
when one stands up, against the tide
to say stop, desist
It feels as if, someone cares
as if somewhere, someone is watching
and despite all that happens
You know you can survive
Some times its small
Perhaps, just a few words
“I believe, you can”
Other times it stops you
“Is this real?”
you can only blink
as this being takes it’s time
a thing this world so treasures
To stop, the ridicule
To give you hope
and you’ll never forget
the smile that slipped
for the whole world to see
AlarStormBringer
29-01-05, 05:52 PM
Nio, you do that to annoy me don't you? Well it doesn't work, so ha ha.
A-Thousand-Lies
29-01-05, 08:13 PM
Thanks Nio. In retrospect ... I don't really like that poem. My friend wanted me to write a song, and I wanted to write a poem, so I guess it could have been a better thought-out.
But what is important, is that you got my acronym right!
Nio the Namless
30-01-05, 12:12 AM
Nio, you do that to annoy me don't you? Well it doesn't work, so ha ha.
no
I do it because I like feed back, and I can not expect feed back if I do not give it
ATL- Well it shows skill, at least you can say that!
AlarStormBringer
30-01-05, 02:34 PM
Nio, I was talking about you calling me Altar instead of Alar.
Nio the Namless
31-01-05, 06:24 PM
Nio, I was talking about you calling me Altar instead of Alar.
Er... um... a 0-o
0_0
LOOK THAT WAY!!!!
*runs off*
(sorry about that)
First of all, english is my third language, so I'm obviously having a lot of trouble writing poetry in english. This is the first poem I've ever written outside of the usual school stuff, and the first I've written in english.
Also, keep in mind that the poem isn't finished and that I've only written pieces that I could think of. Any critics on the existing parts of the poem or suggestions on how to complete it are most welcome.
My Suicide
listen to my confession
my father, my mother
understand my decision
come and listen my brother
what is death
if not a woman in black
our mistress
beautiful and dark
I can hear her voice
singing to me
and I rejoice
at the sweet melody
she reaches out to me
pulling me from the abyss
of despair and misery
none of which I shall miss
the day of our union
draws near
to save me from oblivion
and release me from my fear
now at last
my time has come
now I shall depart
no longer, this world shall I roam
I have lost hope
life is so meaningless
so I take the rope
to join my mistress
Kyanou- I really really really despise suicide, death, and depressing poetry, as well as self pity, but as a poem this ain't so bad. Especially for a third language. Kudos.
Vagrant
05-03-05, 10:36 PM
Immortal
One…
I catch her eye
Two
I catch her hand
Three
I speak her name
Four
It begins again…
It’s the cry in the night that leaves blood running cold
It’s the pull of the dark when fear favours the bold
It’s the lies you believe and the truths you’ve been told
It’s an ending…
Five…
She comes to me
Six
She falls for me
Seven
She lusts for me
Eight
She can’t break free…
It’s the quiet condemnation that brings about hate
It’s the faces with stares that will never abate
It’s the wails of the loved upon learning her fate
It’s beginning…
Nine…
I touch her flesh
Ten
I break her skin
Eleven
I taste the vein
Twelve
And feast again…
It’s the screams on their lips as they lift burning brands
It’s the fire in their eyes as they shackle her hands
It’s the grief mixed with pain as she burns where she stands
It’s diversion…
One…
Points to the first person who thinks they understand the subject and goings on of the poem. :)
~Vagrant
AlarStormBringer
06-03-05, 01:10 AM
Rawr! Vampires! :angry: :toothy:
I still want a copy of the ORIGINAL Daer Chronicles.
rålfwårg
06-03-05, 05:43 AM
Poem #16
There's a point in existence when feeble resistance,
Isn't enough to hold up your heart.
The point of the breaking your love slowly aching.
The flesh drops to pieces as you fall apart.
The lifeline you grasp as you weather the blast,
Is thin as a thread as you hit the rampart.
You've died on love cause when push comes to shove-
You weren't good enough, not once from the start.
The World Today
The world today,
Is all about what they say,
As we make our way,
And honour starts to decay.
Rightousness is the bane,
To the festering vein,
Which brings the pain,
And we don't feel sane.
As we pay,
And eat our poisoned hay,
And we all wish we may,
But they start to flay.
We all feel the rain,
And seek to gain,
But our seeing cane,
Is back at the trafficked lane.
The world today,
Is all about what they say,
As we make our way,
And honour starts to decay.
@Ugauga--
Hmm...it was powerful enough, I guess, but the rhyme scheme put me off. :-(
It's cool you could find all those rhyming words, but it seems forced in a way. And it sounds odd.
*shrug*
I may just be insane.
It was kinda forced, but for my first try I must admit I like it. Just me complaining how the modern world has grown, they of course being the goverment, and we the common people. I could even start writing what each line means, but I guess that's kinda derogatory to the poem.
The Legend
From ages past,
And islands long-forgotten,
I will last,
Everthing is ill-gotten.
I preach,
They jolt,
My speach,
Thier revolt.
Our society corrupts,
The heavens frown,
Our civilization erupts,
We're all the clown.
I lead,
They follow,
My feed,
Thier swallow.
Bowshots and swords clash,
This is the war,
Cowards will start to dash,
Nothing corrupt anymore.
I ascend,
They forget,
My legend,
Their silhouette.
------------------------
Another attempt, tried to make it sound less forced, and tried another ryming style. Hope you like it and criticize whole-heartedly.
Bullroarer
21-03-05, 03:17 PM
Allah make my faith strong once more
Make my bones of titanium’s core
Make my heart feel the love inside
Reborn the joy that has once died
Allah make me better than what I be
Let me adhere to your eternal decree
You made me from your clay
Shine once more your heavenly ray
Bring me back into your light
Let me reach oh Paradise’s height
Let me touch your virtuous design
From darkness and evil, may I resign
May I return to your fold
Without you Almight, I am, but cold
Return me please to your favor
Your majestic mercy is all I savor
Dont... even... ask...
My knees they fall, my eyes they run, my ears they burn, my life is gone.
My life so helpless, I cant hold back, throwing things out that I lack, I slack, I burn, I yern for something to take over me, something I have found, so deep inside of thee, something I have found, but its definently not me. Sometimes it does, and it burns like myself and I only turn to find inside that I am me and this isnt something that I could ever be.
Saintyoo
14-04-05, 09:10 PM
Yeah the stanzas are a bit short but
The Friends of Me
The times where i dont know.
When my life has no meaning.
I want the pain to stop.
I look at the pill.
I hear the slow dripping water.
The shadows grow
As I reach towards it.
My head aches more
Every second.
I try to swallow,
It stings my parched throat.
I look out the window.
Restless figures passing by.
I try to pick up the pill.
There you stand watching me.
With you mournful face.
You strain to scream
But nothing comes out.
I look back and your here.
I look back at the pill
One last time.
I picked it up...
I walk outside.
I look at the trash
One red pill laying there
On top of the rest,
of the useless things
I left behind.
I look at you.
The face relieved
The only thing
That stood between me
And my end.
Suicide is retarted, life is a pile of easy homework why not finish it?
Bullroarer
19-04-05, 11:49 AM
I am a tauren here I stand
The wheat I grew from my hand
You burned it down filthy undead
You are responsible for my tears shed
You took my familly, my body you incinerated
Fool, I have been reincarnated.
I am a minotaur hear me scream
The world shall not be what you deem
I am a minotaur let me roar
I have no joy and you I abhor
You took my home and made me of the wild
No father should bury his child
Look upon me for I am a minotaur
My farm was taken, with all else I adore.
I held my family with love and care
My full rage I shall bear
I am a minotaur I am alone
For your sins I shall make thee atone
I am a minotaur, I am alive
Know there is one last member of the scorpian tribe.
In anger and pain I have cried
My body lives but my heart has died.
I am tauren with his wife taken
You left me with my bones rattled and my soul shaken
I am a minotaur and all I have is hate
You should killed me twice and sealed my fate
My face shall bear the paint of revenge.
My people shall be avenged.
I am a minotaur hear me cry
May my wife hear me in heavenly sky
I am a minotaur and I am your bane
My axe shall destroy thee I ordain
I am a farmer with nay crop
I will make your leaders cringe, and your destruction shall stop.
I am a minotaur see my tears
I will be your greatest enemy, your greatest fear.
Hear my challenge, listen to my throat.
Your melody shall end without a final note
My people's blood stains the ground.
The war drums roar and the gauntlet is down.
Look at me creature of the dead
It is time for you to make a second death bed
Saintyoo
19-04-05, 10:35 PM
Its really good as far as the poem itself goes but try putting it in stanzas.
Saintyoo
20-04-05, 05:40 PM
Insprired by samuri X
Every time I breathe
The air is thick
from me darkness seethes
The memories stick
Everything i drink
Tastes of blood
I am driven to the brink
Cherry blossom buds.
That sweet smell
It is sour near me
In this living hell
I just want to be free
I can't live with the guilt
Shadows grip my mind
Lives can't be rebuilt
I walk around blind
Turning I smell white plums
the soothing scent
Yet pain comes
relese me from torment
With my hands i took
An unimaginable number lives
Cant get rid of that look
Yet only one survives
Please listen to my plea!
Just don't leave!
Come back to me!
Dont make me greive!
I the hitikori
should have bled
I the hitkori
Should be the one dead
Bullroarer
29-04-05, 11:44 AM
Mind, body, honor, shame
My father, my heart, and my name
I scream, I roar, I yell to the sky
My honor is my eternal tie
Born in blood and forged in fire
I have risen from darkest mire
I have risen from the dust
My hands are my power and trust
Let me rise, let me fight
Underneath the hidden sight
Rise the fists against the other
In this ring I have no brother
Slugging left and slugging right
I shall rise for this is my night
This my day, this is my time
I have thrashed through the grime
Jab, cross and upper cut the chin
My only job is to fight and win
I know in my heart this is not a game
With every blow I write my name
This is my fight and I shall not fall
This is my fight, it is time to brawl
Break me, hurt me until blood shall drop
I will not end until the fight shall stop
I willl not fall in humiliation
I shall not back to annihalation
Forged from darkest pain
The boxer's blood is his rain.
Bullroarer
07-05-05, 01:08 PM
I am dying in pain of isolation
without a friend for consolation
Dear lord what have I done
Heaven turns back and blood run
Tied to this chair I await my time
Metallic chill for my heinous crime
They watch me with eyes of hate
My bloodied hand is my fate
I took the blood of my fellow man
I betrayed my family and clan
I am beyond all redemption
All must pay, there is no exemption
Seal my fate and pull the switch
All must pay, be it poor or rich
The lever is pulled and lightning scream
The electric chair purifies me clean
The lever is pulled and lightning scream
The electric chair purifies me clean
Aww, another death poem. So dark and sad.
><
Well written, though
Bullroarer
09-05-05, 11:47 AM
I haven fallen, but I shall rise
No one can know where eternity lyes
You are mistaken if I shall weep
Take life by the fruit and take your leap
All is imperfection, but nothing the same
No time for inspection, the heart shall never tame
When you fall, you have to rise
Reach out your hand to the heavenly skies
Dreams are made and shall be shattered
I'll still keep on dreaming, broken and battered
Never surrender to you failure and rot
Keep on trying, reach what you sought.
Bullroarer
10-05-05, 11:36 AM
What is your name in heaven's book
What is your right to have one look
Why must waste your life away
Why must you throw the day
Things will as they were meant to be
All souls are part of one, and that is decree
All lives belong to heart
All souls can't be torn apart
We are man, we are new born
We are foolish children of lorn
We are the change of all we know
What is the right that we should glow
Let the heavens part with our brave mind
Let us leave behind all thing unkind
My lord, my master, I know you understand
You marked me with a benevolent brand
You gave me a mouth to speak my voice
You gave me a mind to make my choice
All things eternal, I belong to those
Let my lot be cattle and not of crows
Let my forge, sing higher and higher
Let my spirits sing to my desire
I know I am loved by my family tree
Though things are dark, I know you hear my plea
My sins, may your give my soul
I want to rise by the final toll
And I know somewhere, my grandfathers know
Somewhere in your arms is the universal flow
I know and I believe in the life beyond this realm
I shall take the ship of life and I will grab the helm
I know somewhere beyond the stars
I know of something strong as iron bars
My faith was weak and may it become strong
And I faith for the ones I long
Grandfather, I know you cried
I was full of despicable pride
I want you to know, I still love you
I want know where your soul flew
Father of my mother, may you see me
May I have the courage to never flee
I know somewhere you still laugh
You were a full man, I am just one half
I still hold you in my breast
I still love you in my chest
Reminiscing
Baptized in blood,
First sword at eight,
My cradle was made of mud,
Isn’t easy following fate.
First battle at fourteen,
My first kill at ten,
Taught never to be seen,
Mothers’ faces scream again.
General at age of twenty,
Victorious at twenty-one,
Troops of quantity,
Many battles now won.
Rebelled at thirty-three,
Seized the incompetent kings city,
King’s fallen decree,
Killed by a man of quality.
Ruled ‘til forty-five,
Opponents assassinated,
My history stored in the archives,
Courtesans fascinated.
My son the king,
My every wish fulfilled,
Just got a bell to ring,
No more enemies killed.
Now I look back at my history,
Blood-stained hands haunt my dreams,
Of my parents I have no memory,
Redemption will never be mine it seems.
At the age of sixty-seven,
Hanged myself with no regrets,
Current king was only eleven,
He collects toy soldier sets.
Bullroarer
11-05-05, 09:30 PM
Excellent poem Uga, the younger generation often forgets the sacrifices of the first one. Your poem had a lot of meaning. Today many people forget about the vetrans.
THANK YOU
I still long for the memories I lost
Everything I paid had a dire cost
When I turned back to my lord
There was nothing I could not afford
Oh my lord, set me free
From all thing that bondage me
Oh my cure my soul
Let me know my final roll
I know in my heart burns desire
To every mother and every sire
Oh my lord protect me
I wish to know your final decree
Oh my lord thank you for my life
You took my world and ended my strife
Most Compassionate one, you hold on
Most Forgiving one, you shall never be gone
Oh my lord I love you so much
Beyond all honey and angelic touch
My lord Allah, I hold you so dear
Protect my dreams and drive away the fear
I live and I have prayed
And I am sorry I strayed
Take me to the path once more
Forgive me now for the sins I swore
I don’t know what is wrong or right
I am human, and of less sight
I thank you for taking me out of the dark
You left on the soul a golden mark
Within this shell you have given hope
I was falling and you gave me a rope
Thank you oh lord for ending my pain
Even after I acted so profane
Thank you for ending my horrible strife
Thank oh lord for giving me back my life
AlarStormBringer
11-05-05, 09:38 PM
Short poem I over a year ago, decided to repost it.
When Did It Start
How did the death start, and when
How many lives did it take in the beginning
If life means so much to us, why do we take it
Why do we have a need to shed the blood
Silver met with red, swirling in a perfect blend
Stone on bone, wood in flesh, the weapons of man
How many more can we make to destroy
When did it start, this thing we call war
The atom that can now split, the fire that ever burns
The cannons that take down ships in a mere hit
And the guns that can end a thousand lives
Why does it have to keep going on.
Bullroarer
12-05-05, 11:47 AM
I am broken, but I am standing
I am hurting, but I standing
I have lived in such pain
I have seen the pit of rot
I shattered inside
I have lost all pride
In my soul I know that must go on
In my soul I know that I have a purpose
Yes I see the light and it is far
Yes I see the darkness and surrounds
From the waters I reach for the sky
Take my hand and bring me home
I will rise
I will scream
I will fight
I will roar to the heavens above
I am not dead
I am not finished
I am not done
I have still have chance
And I know in my heart that I might fail
And I know all things come to an end
I shall not stop
I shall not surrender
Elven Guard
17-05-05, 09:38 PM
To be Forgotten?
By Sean Maier (aka Elven Guard)
Upon a crest the sun does rise
The rays pour over thy broken ground
The bodies litter, the sword stained of blood
A great battle once placed, but now dies.
Of all the glory
Of all beliefs
The passage of time
Does not weep
All evaporates
Within its sands,
Even great heroes
Become lost,
Has one ever thought
Of what will be known
Thousands of years from this day?
Will we be forgotten?
Will we be worn away?
To be lost,
As time shall pass.
Will our mistakes,
Be reborn anew?
Or will our future take count
Of our greatest follies?
Of all the glory
Of all beliefs
The passage of time
Does not weep
All evaporates
Within its sands,
Even great heroes
Become lost.
rgzefgqrgqrgqgq
20-05-05, 04:13 AM
I never posted anything here so I'll start with an old "poem" of mine.
Oblivion
Snow is falling, I walk forlorn,
In the forest, silently I mourn.
In a glade she stands alone,
At her feet wolves quietly moan.
Her scent has the flavour of winter
And her kiss plunge you in the ether
Bliss and rapture, a willing jail
For my damned soul so thin and frail !
Her icy nails ploughed my skin :
The black blood feeding my queen.
Through suffering and pain we love
In the cold shelter of the grove.
Blood is dripping, a vermillion rain :
By hellish stars the snow is stained...
"Forget thy past for thou art mine"
Oblivion is now my shrine.
11/12/2000
Our Dark Hearts
The dark of our heart,
A demonic abode,
It will not depart,
A curse upon all bestowed.
It leads a man to kill,
And his country betray,
An abhorant thrill,
To those that it obey.
Sins do not discriminate,
Bright day or midnight,
Cold blood or fit of hate,
Each are the devil´s delight.
Pray for absolution,
The righteous are peace granted,
Hope for retribution,
Few walk the land enchanted.
Silencers
18-06-05, 09:21 AM
(deleted poetry)
why did you delete your poetry, silencers?
He states his reason under 'Reason for editing', Varulf. Look closely.
Dragolas77
18-06-05, 11:36 AM
@Bullroarer's poem, post #31: Not a real critic, but I really liked this one, more than most of the other poetry in this thread.
I wrote this in a middle of a MSN conversation. *rollseyes* It's also my first attempt at poetry (though accidental), and I'd love some feedback. :P
We are not earthworms
To be bound to the soil
Beneath the sunlit lands.
Instead, we are humans.
We do our hiding indoors.
I don't even know if it IS a poem, but... thank you.
Kingcrazygenius
21-06-05, 03:47 PM
A dedication to Gwen
By Anthony Bulldis
Oh sweet dominatrix
Mark me as your own
Get your whip and give me licks
Make me scream and moan
Oh terrible mistress of pain
Let me know true love
Leave a massive bloody stain
Still dripping from above
Oh loving queen of suffering
I will twist and fight
Of this time demons will sing
As I scream into the night
Oh exquisite lady of the rope
Tie me tight and fast
Give not the chance for me to mope
Make the feeling last
Oh sumptuous duchess of torment
Rob me of all thought
Do not stop, do not relent
For this is what I sought
Oh deadly princess of pleasure
Now you must let go
So I can live a normal life
At least until tomorrow…
Its really good as far as the poem itself goes but try putting it in stanzas.
I agree. also, if we're critiquing here, you seem to ignore meter half the time.
great poem, tho (refering to post #31)
As stone withers into sand,
So too will all animals die,
Forming the basis of our land,
Nature’s demands fed with a bodily supply.
Every creature’s final design,
Is to die and feed another,
Simplicity is divine,
The final will of our common mother.
We do not create nor destroy,
Nothing is theft or murder,
We only borrow and enjoy,
Watched from above by a great herder.
Everything comes back to us,
Whether to haunt or humour us,
Fate can only circle us,
What goes up must come down to us.
Mr. Big Shoe
22-07-05, 03:08 PM
#31 gave me the willies :'O
DriftingSpirit
22-07-05, 03:42 PM
#31 was good an all, but guys, we can't ignore the other people doing the poems, we should give them at least some encouragement. Go everyone on poems! (excluding #31, Bullroarer is already too good to be true, lol.)
Chodette
22-07-05, 05:29 PM
Uga Uga catches my eye maybe 'cause there are many to read. Which is a good thing #45 is a good one. Keep up the writing.
Great poem KCG, little twisted and crazy. Stanzas good, flows very nicely.
By reading the forum, it is in a sense giving appreciation to others.
I liked KCG's. I felt I could relate to it...
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Thank you for the support Chodette. I feel I must also point out Elven Guards work really stands out to for me, great job on that one. Here is one more poem of mine:
Revenge
Got to be strong,
Got to make them run,
To prove them wrong,
Prove my worth to the sun.
My revenge was sworn,
They day after I was wronged,
I will make them die forlorn,
Happiness once to me belonged.
What they took from me,
Will cost them dearly,
No matter their final plea,
My axe will strike clearly.
This I swear to you,
My precious first born son,
The cleansing will begin anew,
And my life will be undone.
Chodette
29-07-05, 12:04 PM
That was a sweet, sweet sound of revenge. WOW!
I'm not sure how to write a poem, but... I'll give it a shot.
Memories
Remember those days.
Those warm cozy summer days...
The bitter cold frost.
First hint of light.
After a cool, winter night.
Some remember just to forget.
Others would die to remember.
Laying fireside.
Watching the embers dissappear.
Warm and fuzzy butterflies.
Fly about softly.
Filling the soul.
Some remember to forget.
Others would die to remember.
Those long lost memories.
Of the love you swore you would surrender.
Chodette
30-07-05, 06:53 PM
Here is an attempt of writing poetry. I have not written any in about 8 years or so. These are 3 seperate short poems, psuedo Haiku 5-7-5.
#1 describing-RPG
Quest for great power.
A broken tale of one's fate.
Paradise gone wrong.
#2 describing-Deadly sin
Thee shall not profit.
Greed inhibitates thy soul.
Infernal damnation.
#3 describing-Quest
Go into darkness.
One of the elite brethren.
Retaliation!!!!!!!!!
Mommazz
10-08-05, 11:08 PM
Cold
The time has come.
The end is near.
All who witnessed have known fear!
There be no Gods,
Nor Heroes renown,
It is Arthas that wears the crown.
Cultures will crumble, cities will fall.
It is the Lich king who rules above all.
The warrior will die, the women will weep.
Arthas is now Lord of the Keep.
Mommazz
10-08-05, 11:13 PM
Shadows.
Night enters the sky like an unwelcome guest,
The stars try to shine, gathering clouds in the west.
The thunder rumbles, the evil things awaken,
A flash, a scream, another poor soul is taken.
Be not afraid, all warm in your home,
Because it is outside the corrupted ones roam.
So tuck in your little ones, nice and tight,
And lock all your doors; here comes the night.
--------------------Hello everyone!----------
Mommazz
10-08-05, 11:51 PM
fear is the mindkiller, it eats away at your brain,
It goes into your belly, to bring up it's contents again.
With it; we are frightened of shawdows, to the left,and to the right,
Without it; we would die, by the daggers of thieves in the night!
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Dawning.......................
The breezes are cool, the sky is clear,
The sentries are posted, there is nothing to fear.
Out of the shadows, a Human did ride,
"This puny creature cannot turn the tide!"
The Orc chieftan raised high his sword,
"Prepare now Humans, behold, The Horde!!"
The arrows flew, many found their mark,
But the blood still flowed, till the earth was dark.
Come the morning sun, when all grew still,
The Horde left victorious, by the shadows of the hill.
Not all of the Humans had died that day,
A young Paladin made an oath, "The Horde will pay!!"
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Doomed Dominion.
Arthas now sits upon the throne.
His corruption complete, now chilled to the bone.
His dreadlords now march across this land,
The Lich King rules with a wave of his hand.
Is there none left to continue the fight?
Is there no Paladins clean souls, bathed in the Light?
Where have the Elves gone, the masters of stealth?
What of the Trolls, the Orcs, those who crave wealth?
It cannot end here, with the acrid stench of death,
Not while the young warriors still draw strong breath!
-------------------------------------Let me know when you have had your fill.
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Orcs are fun.
Metal against flesh, the scent of fear,
Screams of our enemies we long to hear!
The bravest in front, the grunts in the back,
We yearn for the orders; "All Orcs attack!"
The enemy has fallen, the last arrows scored,
None can defeat us, for we are the Horde!
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Even big green guys have feelings............
He died that day, complete, and honored.
For his enemies fell, screaming, by the score,
But his axe 'Boneripper', would kill no more.
It's master dying, draining of will,
Never again, would feed its skill.
Only one thought, oh, Ancients! It gave him pain.
One memory. One life. Thank the Gods for the rain.
A strong son. A Chiefs son. Worthy of the Horde!
His father bore witness, when the Shaman cut the cord.
Fists flying, fury of the young!
Curious lad, knew where the battle axes hung.
Heartache can be felt by a warrior too,
But, this emotion, for an Orc is to new.
A cut of the flesh. A broken bone, Pain of deeds!
That is the mortal wound that your heart bleeds.
His son, his son! So small. It didn't feel right.
Who but his father, would teach him to fight?
In his agony, our hero did lay,
Not seeing the Paladin, Listening, weeping, 3 paces away.
With compassion, he looked upon the green face,
With his sword, a long tear he did trace.
Death did meet him. Merciful. Swift.
The Gods of the Horde, Had granted him one last gift.
-------------------------------------PEACE.
Inquisistor7
20-08-05, 07:27 PM
I am impressed by your interest and dedication to productivity. I have read your other poems over at the diabloii FFF, so it seems to me that you have been rather prolfic. You seem to have gotten down the notion of rhyme, but in some of your poems, your meter is off. Sometimes, however, the syllables are on target. Also on the plus side is that you conjure up some good imagery in your pieces. Thanks for posting.
Mommazz
31-08-05, 09:20 PM
Thanks Inquisitor7!!
Here's one of my D2 poems, kinda modified to fit the room.
**Grins**
The tables are laden, with cheeses and meat,
All of the Heroes are here, ready to eat.
The Lord of the castle is properly seated,
All of the Nobles were cordialy greeted.
The weapons were stacked, on the wall over there,
But wait! The great racks are now bare!
Into the great hall the Harpies did run,
And they ate the Holy warriors, one, by delicious one.
Mommazz
31-08-05, 09:40 PM
No do-overs!
On the road of life, it's easy to get lost,
But we all must walk it, no matter the cost.
It has twists and turns, to the left, and to the right,
On the one side dark, on the other side, is the light.
If you must choose between goodness, or of sin,
Just make the right choice, you can't do it again!
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Proud Orc(ish) Mom.
Yes, Yes! That's MY son over there.
Now, now, Don't stand there and stare!
He can grunt loudly, and he can fight,
But, something about him, just isn't right.
Don't you tell him green, or his tusk too small,
He might just pound you, into a bloody little ball!
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Mommazz
31-08-05, 09:54 PM
Undead lust............
Pain. Pain of flesh, pain of soul!
Memories. No more to take their toll.
Thoughts, dark, seething in hunger!
My body is my own, fetid and reeking.
My limbs, blood stained and seeking.
Undead of the Scourge, loyal to one,
My lord is the Lich King, not the holy son!
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Sylvanas, Lady of Forsaken. A curse is upon you.
You once rode proud, of Que'Thalas true!
But a taint was thrust on you, I see it in your undead eyes,
Even the Gods, that grace the heavens, will not hear your cries!
A Trinket you have found, deep in the diamond water,
Lost by a Godess? Or an evil ones bastard daughter??
Peer not to long, in the misty world of dreams,
For whilst you look, you cannot hear your screams.
The Lich King now, no longer commands, this army of the undead,
But to see you riding before them, fills all strong hearts with dread!
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Thanks Inquisitor7!!
Here's one of my D2 poems, kinda modified to fit the room.
**Grins**
The tables are laden, with cheeses and meat,
All of the Heroes are here, ready to eat.
The Lord of the castle is properly seated,
All of the Nobles were cordialy greeted.
The weapons were stacked, on the wall over there,
But wait! The great racks are now bare!
Into the great hall the Harpies did run,
And they ate the Holy warriors, one, by delicious one.
I really liked this one.
Inquisistor7
01-09-05, 12:50 PM
I particularly enjoyed the last poem about Sylvanas. Overall, they had an almost lyrical quality to them, which game them a good a flow. Umm, I am no expert on poetry, and I am no poet myself, so I can't give too much advice. Still, thanks for posting!
Mommazz
03-09-05, 01:58 PM
I particularly enjoyed the last poem about Sylvanas. Overall, they had an almost lyrical quality to them, which game them a good a flow. Umm, I am no expert on poetry, and I am no poet myself, so I can't give too much advice. Still, thanks for posting!
Thank you!
I have a small ditty I am working on for The Blood Elves, but it is being difficult!
for now, please enjoy these:
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Heritage...........................
People of the Mist weave.
Weave your wisdom around my soul.
Soul of joy dances.
Dance to the rythm of my heart.
Heart of the Mist people.
People of my land.
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Never Ending............................................ ...........................................
The darkness. The nothing, the seat of Father Sky.
Worlds form, and collide. Sparks of creation ground to dust.
Great light; shines upon new life, his children he will not deny.
Softness of the dove, The breath of Father Sky, Creatures upon this new world, a must.
Universe in chaos, Swirls of color, unity of nature will comply.
Fold of time, neverending, cycle of destruction.
Eye of creation, ever watchful, Rise again from natures trust.
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Of one to another........................................... ......................................
Of darkened ground, 'evil' does walk,
Of light, and purity, see goodness flow.
Of gray, and emptiness, none shall speak.
For one, without the other, Heroes are not borne.
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*Sips coffee*
More will soon come, enjoy!
I found the first poem to be a bit repetive, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. The similarity of the first and second from last lines remind me of a cricle, but I think it needs some work on the meter.
As for the second, I was rather fond of how "father sky" and "collide", "comply" and "time", and "destruction" and "creation" rhymed well together, though I'm not certain if that was done on purpose. The message from this poem is clear, but the meter still seems a bit off.
Finally, the third one, the last line really carries the poem. To be honest, this poem somehow strikes me as cliche, but that might be mainly because of how you so easily sorted evil and good into two seperate groups. Also, the first three lines describe three different thoughts; evil, good and neutrality; and yet the final line only uses two; "For one, without the other..."
However, those were good poems, and I urge you to continue.
And now, yet another poem:
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The Little Boy
Nothing is,
Going to,
Be the same,
Ever again.
The act was good,
But I’m told,
That it all,
Ended wrong.
Who would have,
Ever known,
That he was,
Oh so frail?
Coerced by,
His peers,
He thought,
He had time.
No more,
Shame to bear,
No more,
Life to live.
Mommazz
05-09-05, 01:18 AM
Thank you UgaUga!
Yes, many of my poems are more like 'sonnets', but I find they come to me so quickly, I must put the words down before they are lost, *cry*
Hey, I made a poem! It's a warcraft one,and my first posted one ever.
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Forsaken Ghoul
A siren song on infinite repeat
The singer's voice so cold
If I could block it out I could defeat
my master to who my soul is sold
I'm yours to command, I'll obey
whatever you ask, I'm your slave
Break the ties that bind,
slaughter the thoughts in my mind
in your name for blood I crave
The siren song tell of immortality
if you leave your soul behind
but once you search reality
eternal despair is what you find
Suddenly the master's voice cease
and leaves my thoughts in silence and peace
a moments confusion,
are these thoughts an illusion?
No, I have been released
My siren song has expired
but for some it is still verse
So I will do what is required
To break their bloodlust curse
Mommazz
05-09-05, 01:51 PM
Hey! NOT BAD!!!
Keep it up, and join the fun!
Inquisistor7
08-09-05, 04:03 PM
Varulf, that was quite good. I think Uga Uga's poem was okay, but I think he should work on adding some more detail to his verse so that it has a little more body to it (just a suggestion mind you). Mommaz, I think UgaUga made some good points about your recent poems.
Anyway, I hope to see more from you guys.
I have a few poems to share I guess, none are warcraft related though.
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Will We Not Learn
Death and destruction all around
There's not a warning, not a sound,
We're being punished for acts cruel
'Cause we don't think, we only rule.
Why do we put the Earth through this?
If we don't stop, then the Earth we'll miss,
When will we see; worst in our way?
We won't fret till reckoning day.
Think of the people with no homes,
With no water, food or clothes,
It is power of which we yearn,
We have to think, we have to learn.
We've been like this right from the start,
I'm saying this straight from my heart,
We cannot give in to Earth's fate,
We can still stop, it's not too late!
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I Love
I like the dirt that's on your knees
I like the way you still say please
You're like my favorite damn disease
And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lies in a row
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you know me best
And I like the way you're not impressed,
While you put me to the test
And I love the way you always check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck
And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lies in a row
__________________________________________________ _
Lost Without You
I wish I could kiss that face,
I wish I could touch that skin,
I wish you would open up,
And just let me in,
Others can always see,
And can get to know you,
For me you put up walls,
That i just can't see through,
I wish that you would hold me close,
But instead you push me away,
I can't wait til you tell the truth,
I really can't wait for that day,
I really need you to leave now,
'Cause this will not end happily,
I need to get away from this,
I need to get out and be free,
I didn't think it meant a thing,
When we started out,
I didn't think it meant a thing,
But then I found;
I can't stop thinking,
About you,
I can't stop thinking,
I love you,
I'm lost without you,
I can't think at all,
I'm lost without you,
I can't face the fall,
'Cause I'm lost without you.
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Me and You
I can't be with you,
And i never will,
i can't be with you,
'Cause i hate you still,
All the things we said,
All the stuff we did,
All the lives we trashed,
All these things we hid,
I can't keep running,
From the thing we had,
You can't keep chasing,
'Cause it will end bad,
If we're meant to be,
If we do belong,
Then it will happen,
We have to be strong!
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Mayby Later
It doesn't hurt me any less
when I think we did our best
'Cause though the wounds will heal
the scars won't go away
I guess the truth will sink in slowly
But I don't want to hear it right now...
Maybe later I'll believe
We were never meant to be
Maybe later we'll say
It's all for the better
And if ever see you again
I just might be stronger by then
But God, I don't know when
Maybe later
All the points I tried to make
Turned out to be my worst mistakes
Still keeping score
Even when the game was over
And I suppose someday I'll learn
But I don't want to do it right now...
Maybe later I'll believe
We were never meant to be
Maybe later we'll say
It's all for the better
And if ever see you again
I just might be stronger by then
But God, I don't know when
Sorry, I haven't actully bothered to organise some of them into stanzas, but I feel that they work well as a joint stanza as opposed to...emm *ponders* many stanzas?
Inquisistor7
12-09-05, 03:58 PM
I can't say that I agree with the content found in the first poem about the earth, but I still found the poetry you posted enjoyable. The rhyme you used was pretty standard, and the subject matter bordered on repetitive, though the poem "I Love" had a surprise ending (IMO). I suggest working on your meter a little more, since you've already got rhyme down (and your poems already have a pretty good rhythm). Thanks for posting!
Well, it was you who brutally ordered me here from Flak's site :P
Thanks for the feedback, again Inquis.
Inquisistor7
12-09-05, 04:08 PM
I extended you a warm invitation- ok so maybe it wasn't quite an invitation so much as it was me begging for you to post here. And I was mainly positive about your poems, which is hard for me to do since I pointing out flaws in the work of others (and ignoring any criticisms that come my way). Hurray for hypocrisy! ;)
I Love
I like the dirt that's on your knees
I like the way you still say please
You're like my favorite damn disease
And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lies in a row
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you know me best
And I like the way you're not impressed,
While you put me to the test
And I love the way you always check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck
And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lies in a row
Is that....
Plagiarism?
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/nickelback/figuredyouout.html
It's hard to look away.
I swear this oath to the forum upon the name of my family, my life and my families life. (All of whom I love and cherrish.)
I've never even heard any Nickelback. So it would be hard for me to to offend under Plagiarism without actully hearing the song...
However, seeing as the lyrics, and this poem are pretty much the same, I won't defend myself, other than the point about me never hearing any Nickelback.
For shame, dp, for shame.
How about the other poems? Are they also stolen?
Anyway, I made another poem. This one is also warcraft related, about my favorite hero the Bloodmage.
ODE TO THE BLOODMAGE
You have wandered a long and bloody path
Tormented by the past, unleash your wrath
upon the hordes of treason,
for with these brutes you cannot reason
Forward came the serpent-tongued
slithered to your aid
Now through the nether it is sung
how you escaped your villain's blade
Though the past brought you pain and
you died in scorn
In the heat of battle,
you are reborn
You guide the flames,
your enemies are torn
Buried in their sides
you are their thorn
Join my cause, bring me order in chaos
only you can give my enemies pause
Satiate your hunger, steal their sunshine
the power of your enemy and you intertwine
you'll leave him a withered example
of how your vengeful power is ample
Now turn on me,
release your wave of energy
rejuvenation of minds
you complete me
How about the other poems? Are they also stolen?
I doubt it. If you can find them then please let me know.
Please also note another of my online handles is 'becula'.
Because I can't ban myself I'm removing myself from the FanFic forum for 2 weeks.
I'd remove myself from the forum for 2 weeks, but i'm the only active mod so all hell might break lose...>.<
Dividedpower, I'm disappointed. I also believe a lot of your story is ... *ahem* plagiarized, due to the fact that a good deal of the sentences are taken straight from The Three Kingdoms. Fanfiction is fanfiction, but I believe you've gone too far.
As the ex-comrade of yours on the modteam, I'll have to shake my head in wonder.
In an attempt to liven up this column up once again:
Innocence
Trial and error,
Tried for terror,
Charged manslaughter,
That poor daughter,
Shook a nation,
Police station,
His life ended,
Fences mended,
Walked in heaven,
Lucky seven,
Apologise,
Government lies,
Never once sinned,
His life is dimmed,
God knows he was,
Never guilty.
Inquisistor7
01-10-05, 12:52 PM
I figured it was high time I tried my hand at poetry. So, here is my attempt.
From under the steeple’s holy shadow
Flight from the confessional fills my mind.
Once more forgiveness I seek, even though
My soul is in a fearful, hopeless bind.
When given the choice between light and dark,
Desperately, I chose with anxiety
My urges, endless and profane, a stark
Contrast to my spirit’s ebbing piety.
Now I can see whither I go alone
Though trembling with every terrible step.
Down this pathway my heart hardens to stone,
Hollowly embracing deception’s depth.
Forsaking truth, believing lies, I brought
Damnation upon myself all for naught.
Where is the volta?
:P
Aside from that, great sonnet.
Inquisistor7
01-10-05, 09:35 PM
Thanks for the reply, Flak. Let me see if I can achieve "volta" with this next attempt.
“The Hubris to Question”
The scholars of the Holy Book proclaim,
To all who will hear, that the Almighty
Is perfect. He will destroy misery.
But is there any pure being we can name
When evil men gather to themselves fame,
And endlessly scorn all divinity?
Truly, what remains of man’s dignity
And, if all are vile, who deserves the blame?
However, if pride gives us cause to ask
For holy justice, then do we possess
The courage to seek in our empty souls
The meaning for every menial task?
Are we, under the earth’s heavy duress,
Doomed to never achieve eternal goals?
Inquisistor7
02-10-05, 05:13 PM
Yeah, the sonnet binge continues.
“Dare to Hope”
Lofty ideals are indeed beautiful
In the mind, but when to reality
Applied, we boldly tempt calamity.
The truth to be found among the woeful
Wreckage reminds us of the sorrowful
State in which we exist: our destiny
Is found to be of utmost cruelty,
And none benefit save the powerful.
Yet, we abandon not the happy dream,
And we marshal our strength against despair
Refusing to surrender our fleeting
Strength until we feel death’s silent scream
Echo in our hearts’ last, profound beating,
And we depart a globe beyond compare.
Here I am with another one. This one is not about warcraft. Actually, it's meant as a song text. Tell me what you think of it.
DAWN
Verse 1:
A glorious, shimmering halo
that swirls above the devil himself
A big, tasty slice of cheese
In a bloodcovered vermin guillotine
A part of me says no
that part of me is cornered and outnumbered
A part of me wants it so
that part of me absorbs sunlight
And voiced is the dark side
locked deep in my dungeon
The hero of the hour becomes the villian of tomorrow
Pre-Chorus:
Scarred for the rest of my life
Mistakes learned from then repeated
Running backwards in a wheel
I know it's for a worthless gain
and yet I spiral down again
common sense overvoiced by arrogance shout
I live for the dusk, so forget about
DAWN
Chorus:
Dawn of what?
Dawn of a new day
filled with the ashes of yesterday's fire
No, I won't
fill my void with doubt
No, I won't
fill my void with regret
No, I won't
fill my void with hatred
Verse 2:
A freezing, ignored homeless
that sips on his last flask of flames
A million unknown faces
that points and laughs at my worst mistake
A part of me told me so
that part was dead on arrival
A part of me was unleashed
That part is filled with doubt, regret and hatred
And so I've been struck dumb
Unsafe and sorry
A lesson taught well but a lesson not learned from
repeat Pre Chorus
repeat Chorus
Ending:
I know it's for a worthless gain
and yet I spiral down again
common sense overvoiced by arrogance shout
I live for the dusk, so forget about
DAWN
Hope the metaphors aren't too vage for you guys.
Map Mole
06-10-05, 09:13 PM
*thumps chest*
Fiddle Dee Dum
Fiddle Dee Dee
Chris was Mapping in Warcraft Three
He did it so much that he stayed up till late
And ever there after he did not know the date
So now I must ask you
What is the time?
And now I cant think of any more rhyme
Thank you! Thank you! Dont worry, I am fully aware that I suck ass at poetry.... *recalls marks from English class*
Inquisistor7
07-10-05, 03:08 PM
I decided to try out some different forms of poetry. The first is villanelle, followed by a more standard poem, and finally another sonnet.
“A Soldier’s Reminder”
Warrior, stand strong! Hold firm your great lance,
Though before battle you hear the low verse:
“Fear and tremble before death’s crimson glance.”
Prepare to plunge into rank gore, advance
Bravely, and use these words against that curse.
Warrior stand strong! Hold firm your great lance.
Alas, for some, beaten by ignorance,
A cowardly line their weak lips disperse:
“Fear and tremble before death’s crimson glance.”
Defeat arises from that utterance,
But you must obey these next words, though terse:
Warrior stand strong! Hold firm your great lance.
A dead friend might possess a morbid trance,
And a thought may come, with weakness its source:
“Fear and tremble before death’s crimson glance.”
But duty demands your perseverance
Though to your ears dissonant songs traverse:
“Fear and tremble before death’s crimson glance,”
Warrior stand strong! Hold firm your great lance.
“On New Experiences”
Sometimes when I think of the far off place,
Where my family lives, where I was born,
Old images fill my mind, ev’ry face
That happily smiled in those lands- scorn
I then feel for this state, uncouth and base.
A perplexing choice I seem to have made
To go far away from the familiar
And to vainly try to myself persuade
That to long for the old is insular.
But to find the new, a price I have paid.
The truth of the sacrifice is laid bare:
To stand on my own, to become a real man,
I must put aside the past’s pleasing stare,
Nostalgic and sweet, but in the end, wan.
Looking ahead, I can defeat despair.
Still, in my heart, halcion days long past
Ever replay, and in my eye a tear
Clouds my weary eye, but if I stand fast
It might vanish, and from my lips a mere
Sigh comes forth, though it is far from the last.
“Not Simply Beautiful”
Oh do you hear that song, arching over
The horizon, the silent, luscious tune
Of the sun’s blazing rays, as they transfer
Warmth and light to the people who will soon
Awaken from sweet sleep, their drowsy eyes
Straining to meet the light that has ripped
Them from dreams to a land of tragic sighs,
Where fleeting joy is too often missed?
But what of the sublime beauty of dawn?
It’s golden hue excites our tired minds,
But when life’s tediousness resumes, gone
Is the caress the distant sun provides,
For we labor until it again sets,
And we receive the graces sleep begets.
This one is also warcraft related, about my favorite hero the Bloodmage.Here's one:
Hemon Dunter
Gazing up at an unseen star,
A one man army is what you are.
Who cares if they have 100 food?
DH can Metamorphosis, dude.
Rushing into the heat of battle,
Herd your enemies like they're cattle.
Their Heroes you make useless with Mana Burn,
How to ALT Q Q is what they should learn.
Their entire army you shall maim,
What you will then say is "Noob, good game."
Inquisistor7
09-10-05, 09:33 PM
The following doesn't utilize much rhyming, but the majority of it is in iambic pentameter (with some spoken parts in tetrameter for affect), so I guess it counts as a poem. It sort of came to me.
“An Impudent Youth”
A question I once posed to an aged
Wielder of the arcane, saying to him:
“Tell me, why is it that you now cower
From the glory of quest and adventure?
How much worth are your studies if unto
Eternity they go unrealized?”
And then he looked up from his massive tome
With eyes of stone, and woe to the one that
Forgets these lurid words, in terror forged:
“I once saw a man fall from sanity’s heights
In pursuit of power unbound.
His mind was captured by paranoid frights,
Against me he struck, a cruel sound
Leaping from his palm. Then mystical lights
Filled the dark air, but soon I found
My friend was darker than a thouasand nights:
A pile of ashes on the ground-
All that was left- but my soul he still blights.
For, no matter what spell I cast, I hear
His final scream, see him burning away,
And old memories hold back my power.
So I am reduced to a scribe, who delves
Into books to escape an old devil.”
I made no reply, and left his presence,
Fearing to hear anymore of his tales.
Nice one, Inq, one of you best so far.
Here's another songtext I wrote. You're gonna hate this one.
Untitled
I'm jacked in to the world
I'm connected
I feel possibilities surround me
I control it
I look up to the sky, scarlet sunset
when it lies, I'll awake
fulfill my self-made prophecy
But trouble lures in paradise
drapes the skies, scrapes my knees
the dream is over
now hell is unleashed
Tied to a startled scream
It's broken, my path in life erased
My point of existance gone
Only waiting remains
I'm apart from the world
I'm disconnected
I try hard not to panic,
look straight in the eye of the void
I look up through the dust
and the black clouds
I see walls of glimmering gold
so beautiful, locking me out
Thus, I'm left all alone
with my thoughts and my voice
Only waiting remains
And it's wearing me out
What did I do to deserve this?
Why can't it end? You know I'm not the patient one!
I'm in between worlds
I'm in limbo
Stone-washed skin,
bated breath and pinguine fingers
wicked thoughts grow alive
anxiety, desperation
circle around my chair, tying me down
muffling my screams
I'm so numb I can't move
I'm in stasis
Where I'll stay, seconds like aeons
wait for the full circle
Then I'll move, then I'll laugh
then I'll be once again
connected
Tied to a startled scream
it's broken, my path in life erased
My point of existance gone
For now, only waiting remains
Inquisistor7
10-10-05, 06:33 PM
Certainly an eerie one Varulf, but your word choice was downright exquisite at times (and thanks for the praise you gave my earlier poem).
Now, Flak requested that I try and write a sestina. A sestina consists of six stanzas of six lines and a 3 line envoy at the end. Now, there are six end words for the first six lines. Those end words repeat at the end of other lines throughout the poem. The patter goes like this:
Stanza 1: L1, L2, L3, L4, L5, L6
Stanza 2: L6, L1, L5, L2, L4, L3
And so forth. But for the envoy, the three lines end in 5,1,3 with 2,4,6 embedded in each line. Sound a little tricky? Also, no set meter is required, but I tried iambic pentameter just for the added difficulty. Here is the end result of my attempt.
“Rebellion’s Costs”
Beneath the roof of a mountain, ancient
And grand, there dwelt a clan, a fallen brood
Of dragons cruel, whose hills of precious gold
Glittered under the coils of the elder
Drake who from his wealth never turned his eyes.
None dared to stand against his crimson fire.
Yet in the orbs of one welp grew a fire,
And he burned to overthrow the ancient
Lord, and to be rid of his terrible eyes.
Then a new master would control the brood,
And it would succeed where the vile elder
Had failed, and heap up new piles of bright gold.
He yearned for ev’ry sparkling piece of gold,
But his tiny size and pathetic fire
Could never overcome the dread elder.
So he surveyed the the clan’s ranks, ancient
And restless; now hardly a mighty brood,
Though he saw lingering strength in their eyes.
Ducking under shadows to avoid the eyes
Of the drake that ruled the moutains of gold,
The scheming welp slithered among the brood.
He found a dragon with a hide like fire:
A red armor of scales red and ancient,
Second only to the mighty elder.
“For how long will the reign of the elder
Stand and oppress us with his evil eyes?
But I guess no more courage, that ancient
Quality, remains.” Lusting for the gold
The welp thus spoke, and a stir in the brood
Rose when the red drake spoke with words of fire:
“Brothers! let us strike down with awesome fire
That greedy tyrant we call the elder!
We must restore the glory of our brood!”
Taken in by the brilliance of his eyes,
The whole host rushed towards the peaks of gold,
And blasts of flame filled the caverns ancient.
But where the elder had sat on the gold
No ancient dragon looked over the brood.
They lost their eyes and lives in their own fire.
Hmm, interesting interesting. I like it, and it works, good job.
^_^
Inquisistor7
12-10-05, 11:40 AM
I wrote it at your behest, Flak, so I am glad you like it.
I penned another poem last night- it arose from my reading too much Dante- and personally I don't know what to do with it. I wrote it in the form of a sonnet, but I think it almost demands more material.
“A Vision of the Afterlife”
When the end of the path came into sight
My heart leapt with joy to be at last done
With the dreary winds of the frigid night,
And I hoped to again see the bright sun
Before descending into blissless death.
Yet at the road’s end stood an iron gate
Of unimaginable size and breadth.
At its dark pinnacle a sign did state:
“Despair and pain are behind this portal,
And for all time will the wicked regret
Opposing the Almighty Immortal,
And no matter how the wicked repent
Justice will torture them with intense flame
And they will never be rid of their shame.”
Bullroarer
19-10-05, 11:25 AM
Every king must fall in the end
Where to all things we tend
I am here as man of pride
You all thought the king had died
I shall take back the world
Let the dawn be uncurled
I am your king to save you from sin
I am your King, the name is Wrynn
I Will take the time to do what is right
Long live the human's might
The king is back from the dead
Let no figures be unsaid
I will tell you now from the new age
End now the scourge's rage
Every king must fall in the end
Where to all things we tend
I am here as man of pride
You all thought the king had died
I shall take back the world
Let the dawn be uncurled
I am your king to save you from sin
I am your King, the name is Wrynn
I Will take the time to do what is right
Long live the human's might
The king is back from the dead
Let no figures be unsaid
I will tell you now from the new age
End now the scourge's rage
That poem was about you, wasn't it? Welcome back!
Project due for English class tomorrow, about the Scarlet Letter, and I decided to write a poem.
If you've read that evil book, I think you'll like it ^_^
Spoilers if you care.
An Originally Titled Scarlet Letter Poem
Hester was publicly shamed one day,
To her was attached the letter A.
Adultery was the name of her sin,
Heaven’s not where she will end up in.
Her husband is now called Chillingworth,
He is upset at the child’s birth.
Hester Prynne’s daughter she named Pearl,
And to her she means the whole world.
Pearl symbolized both sin and hope,
Her father was someone like the pope.
No one knew who was Pearl’s dad,
But they assumed that he was bad.
Hester’s pastor is named Dimmesdale,
He was living a fairy tale.
No one knew that he had a child,
He was holy, feeble, and mild.
Everyone thought him to be pure,
He was sick, they looked for a cure.
Roger Chillingworth wanted to be his friend,
But we learn his bad intentions in the end.
He pretended to be a physician,
But Arthur was not cured by medicine.
Arthur Dimmesdale was sick in spirit,
This he knew, and could not help but fear it.
Roger learned the pastor was the dad,
And he became really freaking mad.
Hester and Dimmesdale met beneath the trees,
They decided to sail across the seas.
After Dimmesdale gave his election speech,
He defied the guy that the author called “Leech.”
His sin to the people he did confide,
Then he lay down on the scaffold and died.
Confess to rid yourself of guilt,
Or else its weight will make you wilt.
From this story you learned a lesson,
If you sin, at least use protection.
From this story you learned a lesson,
If you sin, at least use protection.
I choked on my dorito.
I loved the Scarlet Letter. Had a project on it too, once. Nicely done!
I choked on my dorito.
Please tell me that you choked because it was funny, not offensive or anything ^^
I can't believe I'm going to turn that in :P
MadWombat
20-10-05, 08:30 PM
I s'pose you could take this as a WarCraft poem, if you wanted to.
Will-o-wisp
Blanched mist cloaks
the bog's fetid depths;
it crawls through woods
of ashs, thorns, oaks.
The pallid moon floats
o'er the shining marsh;
men bar their doors
and button up coats.
They stoke their hearths
against the rising dark;
children huddle round
with fear for hearts.
Witch oils rise,
marsh fires burn;
Will-o-wisp wanders,
and all hope dies
that's good ^^
lolz you said "o'er"
DriftingSpirit
31-10-05, 09:39 PM
i tried to ask a girl i liked for a long time out. and the result was no. so i felt numb and cold and it hurt me so much that i had to block my emotions from everyone to keep it from continueing hurting me. i told my friend how it felt on AIM, and then I realized it actually sounds sort've like a poem afterwards, so i decided to put it here.
out here in the frozen artics,
only my heart can match its chills.
life is going frantic,
and my soul has become ill.
alone at the edge of my sanity,
i search for warmth and goals.
yet back in reality,
life is full of unfilled holes.
Inquisistor7
31-10-05, 10:01 PM
“A Dreamer”
Men obsess about their sweet, fleeting dreams
And indulge in the love of illusion,
Hoping to fill themselves with confusion.
Instead of beauty they yearn for what seems
To be, clinging to ev’rything the mind deems
Pleasing: they are beyond absolution,
Their reason suffers from dissolution,
Idiocy runs through them like a stream.
Yet, those men are filled with tranquility,
While I endlessly toil in bleak sorrow,
Slumber is nothing more than emptiness.
I yearn to be outside reality,
But I am forced to think of tomorrow
And dwell in the real world’s cruel hollowness.
[Note: the meter of the following poem alternates every other line between iambic pentameter and iambic tetrameter; the final two lines of each stanza are rhymed but are of different metrical lengths.]
“On Recent Events”
As the wide world spins, alliances shift,
Altering with necessity.
The pretty Elves, based on a promised gift,
Fail to break the Horde’s enmity,
But forge a bond of cold calculation:
Ripples go through ev’ry nation.
A ghost haunts the Alliance’s power,
A legacy turns back races:
The expense of Garithos is most dour.
Now so many Elven faces
Line up under the standard of the Horde,
That more men will fall to the sword.
Hello. I haven't posted anything in a while, because I haven't written anything in a while. This one isn't new, but it's my personal favorite of what I've written so I thought I might post it.
RELEASE
Verse 1:
Walk through the haunted forest
See what morning brings
Light switch, I swallow myself
Make me up as I go along
With hands tied to a chair
Dying from inside out
Pre Chorus:
Aligned like the stars, but shrouded in mist
is the path to recovery
My old self is gone, drawn to sickness
by way of medicine
Healing powers - entropy
Damnation, damnation
Rotten are my dreams
to go back, reclaim myself
Chorus:
To deaf ears my cries echo for hope
Fade to eternal
I'm imprisoned within myself
I need release
Verse 2:
Dormant in a nightmare
One day I will awake
Pick up the pieces, reassemble myself
Falling down a bottomles pit
One day I will reach ground
And climb all the way up again
(repeat Pre Chorus)
(repeat Chorus)
Inquisistor7
03-11-05, 06:59 PM
Abstract as usual, but still interesting. T'is always good to see more from you.
“Queen of the Shades”
Oh wretched ruler of Lordaeron’s shell,
Former slave of Arthas, though suffering
Still binds you, in torment severe you dwell.
Why did Justice, your heroic struggling
Witnessed, allow such a terrible fate?
Once sylvan Quel’Thalas was serene, whole,
And your flesh was not in a defiled state.
Alas, you hold not even your own soul.
But if any freedom remains unstained,
Then rebel against the vile, murderous
Intent that evil undeath has ordained
Be master of your mind, perfidious.
Now, lest honor declare you forsaken,
Of former virtue leave one last token.
Inquisistor7
06-11-05, 10:30 PM
“Romanticism”
Nature sublime, beautiful to the eye
And to the senses quite soothing overall
In small doses, for even the blue sky,
If examined too long, grows very small,
A mere blotch of azure in the vacuum.
And to the body the wilds grow severe,
With disease they hasten it to the tomb;
Untame beasts rend innocents, instill fear.
But the simple look of autumn leaves,
Their many shades, cause my mind to forget
What my instincts know; thus the heart perceives
Only the illusion cities beget,
That man can subdue the unfeeling earth
And to an age of gentle peace give birth.
Inquisistor7
10-11-05, 09:22 PM
“On Death”
I wandered across a still land, the dark
Of night overshadowed celestial light.
My shade was nowhere to be seen, my eyes
Could not find another living being
Among the scores of rigid corpses strewn
On the field, reaching up to the sky with
Unmoving, stiff hands, gloved with greusome blood.
Into the crumpled ranks, Orc and Human,
I started to walk, my soul weighed on me.
On a quiet evening, blissful sleep
Drags us into a haze, our senses dull.
Our minds drift in a trance until a deep
Slumber plunges us into a sweet lull.
Unthinking, I meandered just the same.
Unable to look at Death square in the face
My spirit began to quiver, the flame
Of life faltering, and the final trace
Of resolve flowed out from my wounded chest
In a red stream: my body came to rest.
Like a dream, I saw approaching, coming near
A friend in arms, wounded Theophilus,
Whose life had been stolen by a long spear.
I could not contain my words, I spoke thus:
“How is it that you still march on
When I saw all life leave your face?
Has an angel come to save us,
Some bright paladin’s guardian?
Will you speak! Do you not know me!”
But he went beyond me to a brilliant Light,
And his sad shade melded out of the night.
Then I looked around and saw the fated
End of mortals on this planet.
For those who plodded off, they abated
Into the fierce winds, desperate
Not at all to meld with the blinding sphere
That pulsated behind my back.
Somehow, watching it all, I felt no fear
And ventured forth on my own track,
Till numbing darkness overcame my eyes,
And I rested among the countless sighs.
Bullroarer
16-04-06, 07:13 PM
I truly enjoyed the last poem Inq7
Ferrous
16-04-06, 09:33 PM
Inquisistor7 doesn't come around here any more. He's a mod on the WorldofWarcraft fan fic forums, and he does a lot of work for the dark library. Next time I see him online, I'll pass him the note though...unless you have his sn yourself.
SeeTeeeeM
16-04-06, 10:08 PM
Your Hair
My hand is in your hair,
Sifting through your golden locks
Untying knots before we tie the knot.
As the Best man passes me the rocks,
I see pure beauty; at this time; at this spot.
My hand is in your hair,
Picking out rice that found its mark.
Your smile, what a sight to behold,
As I shift our decorated car out of park,
Is the smile I’ll see when we’ve grown old
My hand is in your hair,
Helping it fall loose and free,
While our lips greet like old friends.
Tonight it will be just you and me,
I hope this glorious night never ends.
My hand is in your hair
Welcoming you home to our new house.
A kiss, a big smile, and a loving joke
Will greet you every day, my spouse.
We are in love; it doesn’t matter if we’re broke
Your hair is in my hand,
Looking up, all that I can see is fear
As your eyes meet mine, then look away.
Your hair and our hope, my dear,
Were both lost in chemo today.
*cough, cough*
Well, I might aswell post this song text I wrote a few month back. I think I did really well with it. It's about obesity.
CHOLESTEROL
Another day dawns
now I can't see where I'm going
the crosses I've made I can no longer bare
Once down, I ain't going back up
It's up to you to free me
I see our friendship through distorting eyes
What's this?
You stuck a knife in me
while my back was turned
How could you do this to me?
It's hard to realise
Your mind's set on corruption
and every turn brings forth destruction
Distorting eyes conceal
the harm in this eternal dance
and I don't question what I see
You're like a part of me
When I'm down, you're at my side
Raise my spirit, break my self esteem
Bu when all is said and done
I see you as a friend
The darkest horrors couldn't tear us apart
The knife makes itself reminded
how could you do this to me?
I trusted you, you were my confidant
you sold me out
You can take away my life
but you can never take away my love for you
Hey, guys. if you remember me, either you have weird, selective memories...or maybe I did something weird to you once.
I haven't posted in more than a year, so I hope I'm better than I used to be. here are a few poems you guys might like. I appreciate all comments. sorry about the mega-post, it's been a while, and I don't know when I can get on again. I promise that they're all not crap. oh, and the best one is last, so if you only read one, read the last one.
Beneath My Illusion
I’ve said it already,
there’s nothing left to add.
We all know I’m an ass,
but I’m still worse than that.
There is nothing good here
for anyone to see
there is only crap here,
that’s all there’ll ever be
A waste of resources,
someone of whom they say
“Let’s ignore him again,
he’ll stop coming our way.”
I sigh. I’ve stopped caring.
Or, at least, I’ll say that,
so then all can ignore,
even me.
Whatever.
Conuai’s Aeneid
I was sitting alone like I usually do
not interesting, just a typically depressed teen,
drowning in a crowd, as in a packed bay; nothing new,
slouched in a chair, and, feet on the table, back I leaned
I was listening to music on my new player,
in that dark, dusty dungeon which I hate so truly
and in front of me all my problems had been layered,
all rumbling like thick thugs, beefy and unruly
the thick door was ajar this time and light spat through it,
like the way I’d just spat out to my cowardly friend.
‘Will this stupid **** ever stop?’ to myself I bit,
‘or is it all here forever, pain without an end?’
But, like always happens whenever I sit alone,
in that drab dank dungeon which I’ll always loathe so much,
amid the hatred and abuse, quiet shouts and moans,
somebody came to comfort me.
She walked through the door, the spitting image of Dido
and the damned dead dungeon didn’t suck quite as it had
upon entering she convinced the thick thugs to go,
and all my hopelessness and fear seemed completely mad.
Like that, Deus Ex Machina, it was all okay,
and it wasn’t clanky or annoying, but done with,
and just like that, it was enough to get through the day,
so now all I think of is getting back to that myth.
But I’ve always been like that, I can never let go,
I hang on too long, til the myths have faded away.
So I hope this time I won’t mess up with this Dido,
and act too strongly, and again drown in that packed bay.
Because I don’t think I could stand it.
Indescribable 3-7-06
There’s a poem I’ve tried to write
to say how surpassing you are,
tried ev’rything from grave to light
but your image I only mar.
I work and struggle, but in vain
for I can’t say anything new,
and the meaning quickly comes plain:
I can’t show such beauty as you.
There’s a poem I’ve tried to write,
to describe how I feel for you
but I can never say it right,
I can’t give you what is your due.
But now I believe I know why,
and I think that I always knew,
no matter how hard I will try
I can’t describe how I love you.
So I’ll speak plainly, and without elegance,
and I’ll proclaim it into the next era
to describe your beauty, there’s no precedent,
so I can only say: you’re my Nuhera.*
*Note: Nuhera is a Cielnaen word. It is translated most literally as “The Greatest/Highest One”,
being a morph of Nuus (one) and “Heira” (The Greatest, The All). It describes something or
someone to be uncomparable to other things/people/etc. Also “Most Loved”.
I would especially like input on the last one compared to this next one. you'll see why.
Walking
There’s something about the walk
that tells me that she’s coming,
something about the gait
that always leaves me mumbling.
There’s something about the talk
that brightens up my day,
something about the wait
that makes me want to stay.
There’s something about her face
that always makes me weak,
something about her sight
that kills my will to speak.
There’s something about the pace
that fills my heart with pride,
something about her quiet
that always calms my mind.
There’s just something about her,
and I’ll miss it.
I love all you guys. it's good to see you all again.
-Conuai
ps some of the stuff you guys write is genius.
Hahaha! I remember you, LOTG!
I even remember the name Conuai. ^_^
no, seriously?
I'm honored, dude. hell, I was pessimistic that even BR might remember me, and I'd asked him for the rights to the name 'Sodak'...
I didn't think I'd even made an impression.
by the way, to be a bit more specific about praising poetry:
varulf, 'Dawn' rocked my socks. I just wish I had the same music in my head as you do, man.
Inq: I don't remember you being a poetry fanatic.
DriftingSpirit: I feel for you, man. just be glad that you had the balls to ask her out at all. just that makes you better than I've ever been.
BR: I didn't know you'd been gone, but I'm glad you're here now.
hope all's well,
-Conuai
Thanks, LOTG.
Here's another little thing I just made. It's a pretty simple and straight forward piece, in fact it was done in about the same time it took me to write it.
FREE SPEECH
I hate you
I hate what you stand for
I despise your views
Your code of conduct is preposterous
But I don't kick you for it
I see your flaws
I expose them to the world
Try to make you see
Understand how I am right
But I don't kick you
I don't kick you while you're down
And you hate me for it
You hate what I stand for
You discard my views
And wish me to the ground
So you can kick me while I'm down
browncyclone
21-10-06, 02:52 AM
Here's a poem I wrote about Illidan Stormrage.
Illidan’s Imprisonment
Betrayer. In truth it was I who was betrayed.
My brother has sealed me in this prison for my sin,
Though I did it so a new age of peace could begin.
I will now know only ages of hatred for him,
For now the future of magic looks very grim.
The brothers Stormrage we used to be,
The most respected brothers under the World Tree.
Now my Warden watches me with a blade in her hand,
Because they believe it was I who cursed the land.
We were happy together once, whole and free,
We learnt together with Tyrande, under the forest trees.
The Night Elves were kind to all of Elune’s gifts,
Then one day our beloved queen created The Rift.
Through the Well of Eternity, the demons poured,
Then, that day, the world itself roared.
We and our allies fought valiantly,
But we realized we had to destroy the source of our immortality.
The Sundering tore the Land through,
Then I knew what I had to do.
Under The Maelstrom I swam,
And when I got to the land, I ran.
Up Mount Hyjal I ascended,
Where was I going? A vast lake was intended.
I recognized the shadowy forests of Ashenvale,
For the sake of the world, I could not fail.
Atop the world I found my prize,
For this day, at least, magic would not meet its demise.
My brother found out what I did, accusing me of helping men,
He sealed me here, for betraying my Brethren.
That is my story; it’s my I'm here,
Miles underground, with the sleeping bear.
I hope one day my luck will turn,
But until that day, I wish for my brother to burn!
I love warcraft 3 and wow, and was inspired by it to write this poem.
Hope you enjoy!
browncyclone
21-10-06, 08:05 AM
By the way, I did this for an english class lol!
I just found this warcraft poem I made but completely forgot about. It's also about Illidans imprisonment. I'm not sure if I finished it, honestly I'm having trouble remembering what some of the metaphors were about, but I might aswell release it anyway. Maybe it'll come back to me.
CORRUPTION
Somewhere within,
silent and serene,
lost since from grace he fell
Somewhere below
he's waiting for snow
to reach the depth of hell
Somewhere above
his eyes void of
compassion for those alone
Somewhere inside
like the dark side of pride
a touch of corruption is shown
He watches and wishes,
willing to intervene
lonely and bitter
fading from those unseen
The betrayer is waiting in solitude
in anger his corruption grows
PeaceMaker
10-07-07, 06:31 AM
Do you belive in dreams
or you think they are just unreal
will you ever see the steams
and try to focus and clear
They once said I was a liar
and a bad guy in a coat
but after the betrayal
I am trying to take the boat
nothing is blocking me
to take the boat of death in the moat
but someone is waking me
and I am not in the coat
Infernal
22-12-07, 06:53 AM
The harder it is to get,
The more you want it,
When you finnaly got it,
You want another thing
Our life are limited, But our beggings are endless~
There's no meaning of life, only reasons to survive
I rather be a defenseless man, than a coward with a sword in his hand
By my friend
Life is undeniably a ceaseless footrace. No matter how rugged the path is going to be, no matter how much fortitude you are going to pay in the process. Keep this in mind: Always aim at winning yourself but not your rivals.
I rather have nothing at all than have something I'll lose
Nothing are scary as long you don't fear it~
Vengeance and Revenge, When will it End?~
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