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here's one of me
WAR
Shields, shields of silver
shining in the pale morning light
Shields, shields of silver
marching towards foreign lands
clashing swords fills the air
blood spills the earth red
this day is a black day
today a hero died
the pencil has been overthrown
and brutally casted aside
very good emperor, heres my poem/signiture you tell me whether its good or not
master of puppets i'm pulling your strings
twisting your mind and smashing your dreams
blinded by me you can't see a thing
just call out master i'l hear you scream
your hybrid children watch the sea
pray for father bound by me
victim of what i said should be
now you're mine
running blind threw killing feilds
bred to kill them all
one more purpose left to serve
serve me till you fall
lashing out the action, returning the reaction
weak are ripped and torn away
hypnotising power, crushing all that cower
with your heart and soul i play
GIVE UP HOPE ALL HE WHO ENTERS HERE
ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee
it's good i like it. it's funny, but also a bit ironic
here's a new one (not mine though)
if i'm lying in the sun i'm black
if you're lying in the sun you're brown
if i get mad i'm black
if you get you're red
if i'm sick i'm black
if you're sick you're yellow
if i'm cold i'm black
if you're cold you're blue
if i'm warm i'm black
if you're warm red
if i'm dead i'm black
if you're dead you're white
and you call me coloured
Correct me if I'm wrong master of the puppets, but your signature/poem seems have a large part of it made up from lyrics in Metallica songs. It feels disjointed when read, some of the ideas expressed don't seem to go together and do not support one another. you should try to connect them in a better way... maybe it's because it's hard for me to read them without thinking about their individual songs.
:book: just my .02
i think it's great though look for some spell errors
exactly monk, i was hoping someone figured that out eventually.
Metallica is the best band ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
and master of the puppets is the best album.
I recognize the last bit, Give up Hope all ye who enter here is from Dante. I can't write/don't like to write poems, so I will continue with my tiny stories.
heres some of my poems.....:
Existence, in a poem.
I put forth my claims for all to see.
I challenge the basis of cultures old and new.
I insult everyone’s view of what it means to be.
I condemn the principles behind actions trillions do.
Do you believe god was created?
Either you do, or you believe he always existed.
Now the yes or no answer shall be debated.
My views shall be persisted.
Assume the answer is yes: and god was always here.
Then why could we not have always existed?
This makes just as much sense, and it is just as clear.
I’m sure that, to my views, you have still resisted
So now, lets assume that the answer to the question in no.
And you think he was created: you, a man of knowledge.
And he is the almighty: he is everything, this you know.
So that in mind, he must have been created from nothing.
If this is your answer then there is something I must show.
Does it not almost seem like child play:
to assume god was created from nothing, and then god created the universe?
When the universe was created from nothing, is what many say.
I must argue that this extra step in the creation of life
seems almost crude, and utter fantasy.
I believe it is fictitious and born from strife,
and is foolishly how many base there life.
Referring to my past question:
whether you answered yes or no,
there are counter points more reliable and proven
with facts and points I did easily show.
Now, for me to make my case more solid.
A history of religion is due.
Though that, in itself, is both laughable and horrid.
I shall, none the less, explain it to you.
Man, out of instinct, must know everything.
When he comes upon a question he cannot answer,
like an unaided musician, he will make his own words to sing.
He will base his life upon them, he will move his limbs to the music like a dancer.
Comfort and support this will bring.
And then: others will see this manmade incorrect answer.
Not knowing as well: they will be swayed with ease.
They, not knowing that this was said without any candor,
will assume it as reliable as a breeze.
And then every once and a while,
someone will come along.
Acting both frank and guile,
He will attract friends both weak and strong.
He will challenge the answer the older man set forth.
Some will follow him and others will not.
And then from this point henceforth
Wars, arguments, and bitter struggles will be plot
Then this shall repeated for infinity.
sometimes more than once at the same time.
Always everyone claiming divinity.
And always, every time, a horrid crime.
So religion is both negative on society,
as well as a silly folly and counterfeit of the truth.
I ask you all to act in propriety,
and in this world of modern philosophy be very sleuth.
History is Hate
A pity it is to think on
The blood lost for naught
A pity it is to think on
Wars been, and being fought
Protect those few with a father
Do not expose the blood
Protect those few still in tact
Do not turn water into mud
never expose the innocents
To the hate of our history
For then they will not be innocent
And peace will never be
Peace
Where is the man
Who has a one sided coin
Where is the soul
Who never pays the toll
When will you awaken
When will you learn
Don’t run form death in fear
For the pain lies here
In those hungry eyes of the starving
In the mind of the betrayed
In the ego of the aggressor
Life, death, which is lesser
I tell you there is no light
There is no heavenly hall
No feast upon arrival
Neither death nor survival
So don’t run from death
Don’t prolong the wait
But don’t get to specific
For it’s neither evil nor terrific
It’s peace..
Just Beyond That Shed
Just around that shed
Lies a land I shall claim
And I shall be the first to tread
The lands that will earn me fame
And beyond, in a distant cave
Lies a beast of infamous fear
And lies a people I will save
When the beast shall disappear
And farther then lies a man of hate
Who murders people for fun
But his time will soon abate
For at my hands he shall be done
And farther then where there’s sand
Lie pirates who shall put me to sea
To take me to yonder land
Indeed pirates await me!
But now I’m older bigger and stronger
And I know there’s no pirates on the sea
But how the day grows longer
Now that no pirates await me
lifes candle
A candle amidst the darkness
A flame burning till its end
Life crawls as fire sputters
A fire many wish to comprehend
And slowly wax gives way
Being spent but not yet lost
Sometimes it finds a foothold
Coating the future like a frost
And that flame shall ever burn
So long as time is left to melt
And frost can be relived with fury
Or it can pass by hardly fealt
But don’t think old wax is lost
For its waiting to be rerun
And it shall ever coat
The future, not yet done
The Maximum of the Mind
“why” is the greatest point in understanding
Eight lines when immersed in thought
And even though the motion of seeking finds no answer
It grasps a locked door and “why” is wrought
Can something be born from nothing
It’s a theory few heed
How could there be nothing, more, how could there be something
Without soil, and born from no seed
Perhaps a seed is not needed
And god supplies what we are
But then were was god himself seeded
Eight lines, not very far
And now open gaping arms clash with wood
And slowly search and find cold metal
But it will not turn and in reality never could
And “why” has yet to settle
On my knees I lay before the world
Scouring for an omen with every sense
To allow my road to be unfurled
So I need not ponder this point hence
I need to be pointed on my way
For I can not choose on my own
For I see lives ruined in a day
And one road leaves the other unknown
I don’t want to lunge one way into
life, when I cannot turn around
So I sit here with all my roads in view
I might be heading wrong, I wish not be bound
And that is why I sit in wait of an omen
So I know to which is right
A door into the answers den
Just a chance to see truths light
Hells Hidden Trough
Evil shall be made by truths protector
And evil will rise in form of gem
When the judge becomes more guilty
Then those he may perhaps condemn
And fate has now set his course deep
That power shall change mans own will
And no justice is expected
For the poor souls placed in the sill
So seek no justice from power
For twas gained at morals price
And those with power find themselves
A part of evils very own device
And there is little one can hope for
As now the trap has been set off
And the latter that shall lead to power
Is also hells very well hidden trough
Truth against Proof
Do not hold stead fast to a truth
For it may obscure a change
For everything has some proof
And truths can rearrange
So do not hold fast to one cause
For it may obscure another
And do not hold fast to one life
For one can change to the other
And when another proof shall rise
Do not cast it away
For proof can change truth to lies
But only if there’s a mind, to prey
Let the words of all proof
Linger in your head
Until one proof emerges as truth
And weighs you, to cause: like lead
damn, you could make a book with those. i'm goying to play some soccer and when i'm back i'll add a poem/rap
here are some.
Bungee-jump
the fall was beyond description
the depth was way too deep
or should i say hight
cause does it matter anyway
(it is a bit stiff in english)
as a christmas ball beautiful and round
makes you stare with open mouth
amazing with all it's beauty like a pearl
faster broken than a porcelain dish
a baby seconds born
with it's life on a thin red line
for the dutch people around here
als een kerstbal mooi en rond
doet jou verstommen met open mond
schitterend met al zijn pracht en praal
breekbaar als een porseleinen schaal
een baby pasgeboren
met ze leven aan een zijden draad
he mods, can you change the title of the thread to Post your poems or lyrical proza
GIVE UP HOPE ALL HE WHO ENTER HERE is the inscription over the gates of hell, or so says shakespear (srry if i can't spell his name)
and "Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee" is what the grim reaper says to his victims. long ago when a person died in a village the church bells would toll, the spirit of the dead would remain ignorant to there death until the reaper came to tell them "ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee"...i dunno, i thought it was really poetic
here is one of my origional poems
i stand upon a feild of combat
littered bodies no green to see
smoke migled with burning flesh
blood consumed by a thirsty ground
my eyes roam over death
and i try to grasp humanity
but no humanity can i find
for as i see the blood, carnage, hell
i cannot cry... i only smile.
i dunno...i don't like this peice all that much...you tell me
I think Shakespeare must have stolen that phrase from Dante, because in Dant's Inferno the inscription over the gates of Hell is "Abandon hope all ye who enter here" My english teacher last year had the quote in his room with the name Dante next to it, I think Shakespeare stole it or you got them mixed up.
Quietus
On infinite hiatus.
Onward and upward
toward the precipice of life,
the only way to achieve,
Quietus.
The what and the how,
who and the why,
The things and the people
around you, above you,
before and behind you,
the thoughts and the processes,
compiled in due time,
objects and forced mind,
compulsory ideas that have made you go blind,
quiet you, quiet us,
Anything and Everything
Obsolete, once you reach,
Quietus.
good all you guys have talent. (exept the lyric stealing Puppet master ~D)
i'm as light as a feather
the wind takes me everywhere
even to the furthest corners of the earth
i saw everything but still saw nothing
because the world is filled with darkness
you see me, feel me
godless and free
wind within smoke within shadow
my hand loses that which i held
and i ascend into nothingness
death for eternity
did you made that up, well atleast credit for the one who did
l0l
Heres my first ever (and probably last ever) attempt at what nice people would call poetry.
A Lament For Rome: Total War.
It was a day like any other when I did read,
On teletext news that filled me with joy inside
A sequel for my favourite game, no less indeed
And so to the shop on the bus I did ride.
30 Pounds! never mind! It must be mine,
On the homeward leg the manual I did absorb,
And the screenshots on the back looked rather fine.
It worked first time! With delight I roared.
I played as the Julii and claimed victory as my prize
And so to Carthage for a second campaign
And again I had won in quite short a time
Could it be true? Was the AI really so lame?
The East I decided would prove harder to tame,
The Seleucids I would pit against the Eygptian might
But once again I was upset with the game
For my phalanxes shifted right until out of sight!
To the internet I looked for solutions you see
I heard on these forums what I wanted to hear
A patch was released and what’s more it was free
One point two I thought what a great piece of gear.
But something still didn’t seem quite right
The AI stayed at home until I made it dead
Why could they be so reluctant to fight
But you see the save game bug had reared its ugly head.
Sod the campaign! To Multiplayer I shall go
How strange, My opponent has all desert cav
A balanced army surely shall overcome this foe
But once again alas, they were better than what I had.
Oh Rome Total War why so good yet so bad?
Some bits are great but the bad bits are kack
I do hope this fiasco is but a passing fad
‘Cos Im still going to buy the expansion pack.
ahahaahhaahhahahah bravo bravo, this is the best one i've heared in ages
Great poem RabidGibbon!
we lie on the beaches of France
till the streets of berlin
a band of brothers
our hope never stretched thin
meter for meter
we push them back
town for town
falls in our hands
we stand infront Hitlers bunker
and soon it will end
Just for the fun of it, eh?
An ode to Subjective Reality
Admiral Bird once was heard to comment on the cold;
But what did HE know up in the snow,
Tho he was very bold........
For 'reality' is not what you see,
It's something that you 'think'....
So next time you 'smell' , you'll know quite well
It's you mind that stinks!
:balloon2:
These are some Poems i wrote Awhile back. Poetry was a hobby of mine i have not been keeping up with.
Life’s Candle
A candle amid the darkness,
A flame burning till its end:
Life crawls as fire sputters,
A fire many wish to comprehend.
And slowly wax gives way
Being spent but not yet lost.
Sometimes it finds a foothold,
Coating the future like a frost.
And that flame shall ever burn
So long as time is left to melt,
And frost can be relived with fury
Or it can pass by, hardly felt.
But don’t think old wax is lost
For it’s waiting to be rerun,
And it shall ever coat
The future, not yet done.
Is that you, or them?
Each day you dress up, you’re running away.
Put on that fake smile. Laugh at all those jokes.
Just keep yourself busy. Or come the day
It should dawn upon you; your life’s a hoax.
And when you put on that work uniform
Remember it’s not actually you.
And remember when you obey orders
That its not what you really want to do.
So don’t let them plant for you the seeds of
You’re worth. Or else it is not truly pure.
And what we see isn’t the hand but the glove
That society places on and calls the cure.
So do not let them alter your mind
Or inside you it’s not you, you will find
History is Hate
A pity it is to think on
The blood lost for naught
A pity it is to think on
Wars been, and being fought
Protect those few with a father
Do not expose the blood
Protect those few still in tact
Do not turn water into mud
never expose the innocents
To the hate of our history
For then they will not be innocent
And peace will never be
Peace
Where is the man
Who has a one sided coin
Where is the soul
Who never pays the toll
When will you awaken
When will you learn
Don’t run form death in fear
For the pain lies here
In those hungry eyes of the starving
In the mind of the betrayed
In the ego of the aggressor
Life, death, which is lesser
I tell you there is no light
There is no heavenly hall
No feast upon arrival
Neither death nor survival
So don’t run from death
Don’t prolong the wait
But don’t get to specific
For it’s neither evil nor terrific
It’s peace..
Just Beyond That Shed
Just around that shed
Lies a land I shall claim
And I shall be the first to tread
The lands that will earn me fame
And beyond, in a distant cave
Lies a beast of infamous fear
And lies a people I will save
When the beast shall disappear
And farther then lies a man of hate
Who murders people for fun
But his time will soon abate
For at my hands he shall be done
And farther then where there’s sand
Lie pirates who shall put me to sea
To take me to yonder land
Indeed pirates await me!
But now I’m older bigger and stronger
And I know there’s no pirates on the sea
But how the day grows longer
Now that no pirates await me
The Maximum of the Mind
“why” is the greatest point in understanding
Eight lines when immersed in thought
And even though the motion of seeking finds no answer
It grasps a locked door and “why” is wrought
Can something be born from nothing
It’s a theory few heed
How could there be nothing, more, how could there be something
Without soil, and born from no seed
Perhaps a seed is not needed
And god supplies what we are
But then were was god himself seeded
Eight lines, not very far
And now open gaping arms clash with wood
And slowly search and find cold metal
But it will not turn and in reality never could
And “why” has yet to settle
On my knees I lay before the world
Scouring for an omen with every sense
To allow my road to be unfurled
So I need not ponder this point hence
I need to be pointed on my way
For I can not choose on my own
For I see lives ruined in a day
And one road leaves the other unknown
I don’t want to lunge one way into
life, when I cannot turn around
So I sit here with all my roads in view
I might be heading wrong, I wish not be bound
And that is why I sit in wait of an omen
So I know to which is right
A door into the answers den
Just a chance to see truths light
Hells Hidden Trough
Evil shall be made by truths protector
And evil will rise in form of gem
When the judge becomes more guilty
Then those he may perhaps condemn
And fate has now set his course deep
That power shall change mans own will
And no justice is expected
For the poor souls placed in the sill
So seek no justice from power
For twas gained at morals price
And those with power find themselves
A part of evils very own device
And there is little one can hope for
As now the trap has been set off
And the latter that shall lead to power
Is also hells very well hidden trough
Truth against Proof
Do not hold stead fast to a truth
For it may obscure a change
For everything has some proof
And truths can rearrange
So do not hold fast to one cause
For it may obscure another
And do not hold fast to one life
For one can change to the other
And when another proof shall rise
Do not cast it away
For proof can change truth to lies
But only if there’s a mind, to prey
Let the words of all proof
Linger in your head
Until one proof emerges as truth
And weighs you, to cause: like lead
Sure edit out a poem expressing MY BELEIFS... Who is being anti anything here. Your'e demeaning my beleifs. I should have just as much right as anyone else to express them.
I dislike poetry with the fiery passion of a thousand suns but unfortunately I've been told I'm fairly good at it...
Do poems here have to specifically pertain to war or history?
I did not mean to censor your beliefs. I merely had an issue with the way you expressed them. I apologize if I was to draconean in my actions, but I was in an awfull hurry and the internet kept failing me.Quote:
Originally Posted by Lion_Pariya
No, almost everything goes. However, I am a bit queesy about allowing potentially inflammatory material here. Many people have strong feelings about religion (or politics, for that matter), so we'd rather keep those in the Backroom.Quote:
Originally Posted by Comrade Alexeo
same goes for me tho i like poems. no you can write about everything. post suymthing, i like to read it.Quote:
Originally Posted by Comrade Alexeo
Colours
Please note, British spelling is retained.
I am lost
in this vast village
where no one
knows anyone.
Where differences
both good and evil
are erased
and monotony celebrated.
There are no
more distinct colours,
they all
have been blended
To produce
sickening shades of greys.
Where has
the rainbow gone?
The melting pot
is old and cracked and
the fire
dances in staccato.
We are
Frankenstein.
We hack, carve
out different colours
To adorn
ourselves with it,
to cover
our own true colour.
And when we
no longer remember
our true colours,
Uniqueness dives into the pot.
Falling into the melting pot,
Boiling with the brew of humankind,
Where the colours,
Sizzles, pops and burst with pungent
Smells
Of acrid smokes,
Like an art room’s lingering smell of sweat.
Lost in a maelstrom,
Losing our colours,
Becoming
No one.
Valonquisher
My postulate abtrusion of the meek I warded
My Valonquisher never knowing her true discernment
Though on occasion I look remotely insidious
The nature of the beast beckons me to delve deeper
For you alone are none other if so you wish
my keeper
My Valonquisher I love you in my brittle heart
desires undaunted by this menial task
The algorithm to solving this enigma
Shadows must crank at the machine tirelessly
For want or none of what I can give
Each line a consternation for which is solved
by entering the abysmal umbra of my soul
Three little words of such meaning
The Insignifcant Lauded You
My Valonquisher I kiss your lips
And when you are cognizant I suppose I should explain
These three stanzas are nothing more than a game
For what I'm really trying to say;
Is that you bear the torch that lights my soul
You have capitulated the darkness that I feared would take me
Have given reason for a man reserved to his quietus
To be pertinent to write to live and to love
You are my Valonquisher
You are my beloved.
Am I Evil?
Am I here? Am I evil?
Broken darkness, caring not
When my world comes crashing down
And I close my ears to cover the sound
Nothing is real, nothing is here for me
When the anger and rage is all that I feel
Trembling with a gun my hand seems so unreal
And there she is, by my side, the one I knew
When I died, caring not, pull the trigger
And kill my thoughts
Am I here? Am I a sinner?
Nothing is real.
And am I evil?
Drowning in spirits one last time
Huddled in the corner brooding my demise
This life forgotten her beauty is gone
Her black hair blowing gently in the wind
Her amber eyes looking into mine
There she was with one I knew
Malevolence coming and there it grew
Pace about one last time
In my hell, brooding my demise
This life forgotten her beauty is gone
When I grasped my gun and rage begot
Crying softly in my dreams
And waking up to agony
Am I here? Am I sinner?
Nothing seems real.
And am I evil?
Laughing hysteria takes me back
Anger turned giddish from this soul I lack
Drowning in spirits one last time
Crying in the bottle, brooding my demise
When I see her eyes the rage turns blind
Cannot think when I see the man by her side
This life forgotten her beauty is gone
When I took my gun and filled the clip
Say as they do, and so I speak
My life is over and I care not
Am I here? Am I sinner?
Nothing seems real.
And am I evil?
Her amber eyes staring into mine
As I chase her down and see my demise
She runs so fast I cannot see
But like the wolves I find my prey
Drowning in Spirits one last time
When I see her eyes the rage turns blind
This life Forgotten her beauty is gone
When I smash my gun into her jaw
Knocking her down see the fear in her eyes
Feel the hysteria, feeling blind
Point the gun at her temple, pull the trigger
And bathe in her blood, this soul has become mine
Feel the lust down so deep, wanting more
Wanting him
Am I here? Am I sinner?
Nothing seems real.
And am I evil?
There he is, staggering out of a bar
Giving him a helping hand into the dark
Pull him back into alleyway
Cut him open and taste his blood
Chocking back on all the tears
Feeling happy my demon fears
Taste his blood, ease the hysteria
Hear the sirens, here the screams
Running off into the wild, my mind needs more
My mind needs me.
Am I here? Am I sinner?
Nothing seems real.
And am I evil?
Pacing back and forth in my room
Drowning in Spirits one last time
Crying in the bottle, brooding my demise
This life forgotten her beauty is gone
Gun in hand lusting for blood
One last time, the victim is me
Pull the trigger, and end this hell I see
Am I here? Am I dead?
Everything seems so unreal.
And am I evil?
Black Dragon
Devils luring little children down the path of so called righteousness
We Walk, We Toil, We Die, We churn and boil
Skipping stones across an ash brick path whilst the sky breathes acid green
Black Wings astride the horizon a distant glamour
And Jesus grins menacingly, hanging loosely from his crucifixion
This world come and gone, Cities burn, Empires Fall
And the Crows feast on the hollowed eyes of the dead, killing fields
One more dead to starvation, locusts pouring forth from his mouth
Lust for wealth, Lust For Greed, We lust in our gluttony
Acid seathing from white tipped daggers
Eyes ablazoned black with dread and hatred
The damned turned their heads away, one by one, flickering shadows
Holy Spirits, doom on high, no reproach, no place to hide
Cello's playing softly in the midnight air
Lucifer grasps Jahovah's hand tears falling from his eyes
What have I done? where have I gone? The existence to end I long
My Brother, my son, you have fallen from me, I love you but I must hate you
The Fires burn deep, the forges black from overuse
We are at war, and there shall never be at peace
The Black Dragon kills without mercy, children gnashing between his teeth
No God No Demon can stop this wrath
Black Dragon with soulless contempt, without heart, without change
May this war end, but the weakness of humanity prolongs it's life
Seething tears of acid choking down it's throat
kill again, kill once more, kill now, kill forevermore
Life, expendable never again, never dependable
The lights fade and dawn is gloom
Hordes of Black Dragons spawn from wicked mouths
Tears from my eyes as I kill anew.
I Of Ruin
I of Ruin or so whisper candidly about
on high they listen with ill confession
whilst sin and plague wrack the coffers
I of Ruin hath steadily undermined their tribunals
seeking the death of one lost so near
rapturing around their stone canvas
with no portrayal of the slightest indescretion
but to be with the graven bodies of the damned
though to I it may seem callous and bored
I of Ruin latches to many undeemable figures
of which cannot be the anathema of paucity
so to the sky of glistening fire devout
it pleases the vagrants of turmoil and treachery
when ashes cover mostly trials and tribulations
the memory is all but washed upon affrontal actions
that I of Ruin has so eagerly brought to all
I of Ruin disgraced us to this world of misery
a champion betrayed of thought or notion
has taken it for only himself to rule in wickedness
our angel has dilapidated into agony for which he shares
when the wars were fought to end this all
looking back the admiration of my frivolous efforts
had all but been in vain, for my hopes were crushed
and fears realized as I of Ruin so eagerly told us
all but it ends soon and bleary eyes turn from the dead sky
should have known as much I of Ruin watches inside me
Call To me Commadore
They call to me commadore
Why have we purged them to your rage
when the sea foam rises to hull of the decks
splintering and moaning as the tides do rise
I have only myself to blame
Servant. slave. Whipping boy that I am.
Yet in my dreams I feel their hands
gouge my eyes and warm tears of blood
fill my mouth and choke what life remains
their white hands are truely restless
and why am I not to blame?
As well as you commadore
shouting and cursing whilst drinking their spirits
Their strength seems as angry as yours
while you beat me until you are weary
and drunk on their blood
in the night I hear your cries and I do feel shame
from my scars I know why they call to me
I have wronged them so.
My eyes awaken to the blackness of the sea
wrought with such plague that sweat pours from bone
I hear your foot steps long and mournful
the white steel clammering at your backstep
The demons running their fingers along the edge
As you have unsheathed it and brought it to my neck
I have only the indecency to lower my head as such
I cry as a welp and the whiteness of the steel flickers closer
Call to me Commadore.
Just a Small Selection of my Poetry :sweatdrop:
littlelostboy i like the style you wrote the poem, sometimes i like to write in that style too. it adds a little...i dunno difference to it...
Thanks! :2thumbsup:
It was a rainy day
When I stood at the bay
At the glamouros lights of the other side I stared
Now I see what a bad call I made
Travelling from the world of birds and green
To a world pale where nothing but lights gleam
Travelling from childhood filled with white dreams
To a black world where certain needs is all we please
Woe me for taking that decision
For more stalling was my mission
I remember wondering how would I go unharmed through it; that ocean
Like the thing that lost it's way and was found on the other side; that cushion
If you understand a thing, I'm stunned, but well, it has a story in it, but it isn't finished.
Well I haven't written any poems for ages and never in ENglish but I'm gonna give it a try anyway.
A black shadow lies in the corner of the room,
so vague, so blurry. But it is there.
Made the whole place gloom.
So still it sits there, oh so still.
The sight alone would make you shrill.
A dark shadow lies in the corner of the room,
a soul so empty, vacant. But it is there.
And forever it will be there. Forever it will moon.
And forever I will sit there staring, gazing.
My shadow in the corner facing.
EDit: just noticed but it fits my avatar just perfect.
well since it is still here ill post some too one of these days
Shadows are inspiring, right?
The world is a nice place they say.
How could it be, how?
If even a sun ray,
drops such a deep shadow.
EDit: Haven't written poems for a verry long time but apparently I'm in the mood today:
Do you hear it,
when you walk trough the streets?
Do you sense it,
when you see the tall buildings?
Do you scent it,
when the rain poors down?
Do you understand,
why the rain falls on you?
And everybody has umbrellas
or shelters in tall company buildings.
Why they do not hear the rain's song?
Why they don't smell it
nor feel the raindrop's slowly traveling,
down your face, gently caressing your nose,
then jump and land softly on your coat.
Do you understand,
that those grey men in their suits,
with their heavy suitcases,
with their unknown families,
with their vacant eyes,
vacant dreams,
vacant lives,
vacant souls,
vacant spirits,
those vacant men,
men,
are but drops of water,
falling from out the skies,
wich do not land on your head or arms,
do not caress, do not wander down your body,
but fall apart on the hard umbrellas of
grey men with vacant suits?
EDit2: spelling.
i liked the last poem. the one of the rain.
Thanks but I noticed it is still full of errors. Sigh. That's what you get when you let it burst out of your mind.
EDit:
This time a happier poem:
spring
The trees are dancing,
the birds are rejoicing,
while the man who looks trough the window,
when the grass plays in the wind
and the dew drops smile to the sun,
is shining and jubilating.
Cause this morning the first leaves have
awoken.
Okay enough happyness. For a whole week.
Eyes.
Eyes can tell long endless stories,
eyes can even catch your dreams.
Tough never look into the eyes you love,
they will catch you, fill you,
warm you, make you.
One day,
perhaps tomorrow, perhaps after years,
but they will,
yes they will,
scream,
so hard, oh so hard,
your eyes will not speak ever again.
EDit2: I hate spelling, lol.
some very good poems in here :P... it should be up again