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Anyone have any poems they'd like to post?

Started by Miroshi Beshima, September 23, 2008, 08:34:58 pm

Miroshi Beshima

September 23, 2008, 08:34:58 pm Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Miroshi Beshima
Heres some of my poems...

Twilight
The knight bathed in darkness
and engulfed; also by light.
Who am I? Am I the dark abyss
Bringing Unholy chaos to the world?
Or Am I the Shining light
Keeping the order in the world?
I am both, but none at the same time.
I am the knight bathed in darkness
and engulfed by light.
The keeper of the balance of chaos and order.

Shadows
Shadows in the background
Controlling every moment in time
You are their puppet
and they'll use you as they see fit
                    You have no control...
Will you stop the manipulation
and take control of your life?

Eternal
It'll never go away even if you die
It corrupts your mind when you least expect it
           It is everlasting
                Eternal
How will you succomb to the neverending
darkness deep within you
                 Heart?
Will you fight it with you light?
Or will you let it take control letting
it feast on your emotion and increasing
             your rage?
Will you walk away leaving light and dark
on seperate paths while the twilight envelopes
you in its grasp?

Endless Sky
World filled with dispair
Corrupted by darkness
Hope lost forever
How long will the world last?
Until that day come I hope
that we will be able to break
the chains that bind us to this world,
Open our wings, and set off into the
Endless sky with the wish that life is
                                        Eternal



Anything anybody wanna shares?

DarthPaul

September 23, 2008, 08:55:01 pm #1 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by darthpaul
Despair is where i stay
under pressure of my heart
awaiting for the day
that i may have a new start

Staring into space's dark
hoping to escape my life
all i ever find is the spark
that leads to hasten my strife

Why wont the anger leave
that i might be to rest
my life i would give
to know i tried my best
Oh pitiful shadow lost in the darkness, bringing torment and pain to others. Oh damned soul wallowing in your sin, perhaps...it is time to die

Bastard Poetry

October 10, 2008, 04:57:41 am #2 Last Edit: December 12, 2008, 01:00:35 pm by Bastard Poetry
Charmed astutely, how simply driven we are to snide,
Vainglorious empathy; an insect genocide.
Justified and bargained solace, the egomaniacal kings,
Bloodthirsty for wasps; prompted their stings.
All so with these smirks, and no values to atone.
Storms swift; behold our insect throne!
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6divide9

November 23, 2008, 11:23:18 am #3 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by 6divide9
When dry whispers slip over cracked lips
Where from the cup of sand they sip
Those who walk on flaming grain
With faces of stone; Frozen in pain
Metamorphosis mountains and seas of pebbled glass
A uniform churing mass

Archael

November 23, 2008, 11:35:55 am #4 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Archael
I don't write poetry

Jacob31593

November 23, 2008, 02:38:51 pm #5 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Jacob31593
roses are red
violets are blue
dont move!, oops!
your covered in goo

Miroshi Beshima

March 26, 2009, 06:54:20 pm #6 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Miroshi Beshima
Ive been on a poem spree since that last time i posted anything ^-^
Feel free to share yours, anyone who reads this!



Deceit

They followed your whims
And met their demise as you stabbed
Them in their back.
Can I trust you?
You call me friend, yet you
Lie to my face.
What "are" you thinking?
Do you wish to drive me insane
'til my sorry life ends?
You fill me with your secrets,
But you say they're jokes!
This "real you" you talked about,
Does "he" truly exist?

You are shrouded in deceit...

You tell me truths that
Immediately become false as
It leaves your mouth.
Can't you just be yourself?
Be the "real you" and maybe I'll
Call you a "real friend".


Lonely Silence

Who is that boy in the corner?
The one with eyes full of
Sadness of being alone.
I am him...
So different; always invisible.
I sit here in this corner;
For I am avoided.
Silent Personality...
Forever being shunned
By the ones around me.
The silence is quiet,
It frightens me...
Can I give voice to the
Silence?



Wave of Memories

Sitting on the beach watching the waves
                                         Pass on and on...
They remind me of you;
All the memories we shared together.
Each wave is a passing memory
That crashes to the shore,
Just to drift back in the ocean, again.
Forgotten memories don't stay
Forgotten too long.
I lie down on the cooling sands
And begin to watch the
                                           Moon shine
As I remember the
                                                    Drifting Memories...



Reach

Reaching out for the
hand in front of me.
Reaching through the
mist of disbelief.
What will happen if I let go?
Will I lose myself?
This hand has helped me
cross this street of sorrow.
Could I possibly fend for myself
Without this hand to hold?




Happy New Year!!
-It's a beginning of a new year.
 Feelings change,
 Friends disappear,
 and New family is welcomed into this world.
 But even though things change and become new.
 Just remember the only thing that stays the same
 are the memories you have shared between the
 hearts of others.-



~The Children of Twilight~
Visions of the End,
Why do I always wake up in a cold sweat
from these dreams, no, nightmares.
In my visions, the balance of
Light and Dark is thrown off.
Without a perfected balance life on this planet is,
Unsustainable.
But we have a choice to make;
To either fade into the nothingness and be lost forever
or...
to save their world and restore balance to Light and Dark.
That is our duty as the Children of Twilight.



Empty Thoughts


Dreamless Nights,
Thoughtless Days;
A complete blank stare
Across my face.
i am in a vast field of
Nothingness
Where non-existing flowers bloom
And trees grow to
Nothing.
This is a place that i am fond of;
A place that has no purpose
Whatsoever ;
A place where i feel at home...
i stand on the groundless earth
Watching the airless sky;
i begin to drift around
As the Nothingness consumes me;
A relaxing feeling that i know will end as
Fast as all this happened.
i know this nothingness will
Become something and the surroundings
Will come back to existence and
i will be back to this world where even
Nothing is Something...





Crushing, Breathing, Trying, Remember


C
R
U
S
H
I
N
G

My positive attitude.
All of this? It means nothing
But I feel like something must be done.

B
R
E
A
T
H
I
N
G

In the despair.
Why? Can't this all end
in a happy ending? Everyone; angry,
Destroyed, betrayed, scared. What's
Going to happen now?

T
R
Y
I
N
G

To help, but gets turned away
Can't things go back to normal,
Where Despair never ruled and
Friendship kept the balance intact?

R
E
M
E
M
B
E
R

There is always stress in life
But too much for me too carry...
I'll live my life without you in it
But I'll always be there for
When trouble happens.

Everyone...
Lost.



Spiraling Downwards

Spiraling Downwards
Never Stopping
Spiraling Downwards
Always falling
Oh, How I wish to be on
The ground again...
Yet I'm afraid when I land.

Spiraling Downwards
I can see it
Spiraling Downwards
Through the Darkness
Oh, The Light burns
Strong...
And It will be the helping hand.

Spiraling Downwards
It is so close
Spiraling Downwards
Is this the end?

Tunneling through this
Never-ending pit trying as
Hard as I can to get out.
I have touched the ground,
And I am unharmed...

Walking Forward
Never Stopping




Unknown Souls

Silent words spoken on the
Gentle, cold lips of those
not here;
Unable to hear their call, so
(Listen to the Unknown)
Their Whispers can be heard on
the wind that carries them;
Unbroken Souls wishing to be
With the ones here and not "there";
Unclaimed
Emotions leaking from their
(Hearts)
Protectors of our will
(Guiding our)
lives as they hold our hands
From a place so far,
yet so close to our
(Broken Thoughts)

^^read all the parenthesis alone after you have read the poem^^


Fade
Hopes fall as I walk forward and
Dreams die when you walk away.
                Hand in hand  
we walked together as we
                       corrupted
the world with Fading
                         Desires,
but, now we walk
                 Back to back
as our world begins
                  to crumble...

(Fade is about when my girlfriend broke up with me >.<)

Archael

March 26, 2009, 07:00:12 pm #7 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Archael
(not mine)


Are you in
Or are you out
Words are stones
In my mouth
Hush little baby
Don't you cry
Truth comes down
Strikes me in the eye
Turning seasons within
Brand new nails across my skin
Who am I to imply?
That I was found and I found you in the white
To overcome this I become one with
Quiet colder late november
If you dont see I remain unseen
Till it's time to be rememebered
So I had a green light
I was lost in city lights
Not so far from a try
This is not our last good bye
Don't you cry...
So i found you
found the way all through
the quiet cold of inner darkness
now that you're here
it becomes so clear
I have waited for you always

akwikone

March 26, 2009, 07:03:37 pm #8 Last Edit: March 27, 2009, 06:01:57 pm by akwikone
I know the fealing
I know it well
It gets me realing
And mad as hell

EDIT: not mine, somebody with the screen name "Runar" posted it on gocomics

Archael

March 26, 2009, 07:06:57 pm #9 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Archael
Quote from: "akwikone"I know the fealing
I know it well
It gets me realing
And mad as hell

I like this one

Asmo X

March 26, 2009, 08:25:11 pm #10 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Asmo X
Here's a little something I threw together

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
" 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door.
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;---
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word,
Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word,
"Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before,
"Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice.
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.
Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
" 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door.
Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore.
Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore."
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door,
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered;
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before;
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,---
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never---nevermore."

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore --
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
                                       Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath
Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted--
On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore:
Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore--
Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore---
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore?
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!

PX_Timefordeath

March 26, 2009, 08:32:41 pm #11 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by PX_Timefordeath
Um... don't steal Poe please.

Asmo X

March 26, 2009, 08:38:09 pm #12 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Asmo X
Alright you got me. Here's one I really wrote.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Archael

March 26, 2009, 08:43:34 pm #13 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Archael
Asmo we all know you don't write any poetry



however we do know you actively hunt down 13-19 yr old range trashy poets living in the [UNITED STATES] area who write their poems in word 95' who use words like "CHAOS", "MEMORY", "SHADOWS", "TIME", "FORGOTTEN", "FORSAKEN",
"TRANSPARENT", "PIERCED", "ANGELIC", "HEART-PIERCED-ENIGMA", and "LOVE" in their poems while listening to [SUB-PAR] music and posting on their [MYSPACE].



which is a million times better


stick to what you are good at

Bastard Poetry

March 27, 2009, 02:37:15 am #14 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by Bastard Poetry
Here's a fun poem I discovered recently:

Unholy Sonnet: Hands Folded
by Mark Jarman

Hands folded to construct a church and steeple,
A roof of knuckles, outer walls of skin,
The thumbs as doors, the fingers bent within
To be revealed, wriggling as "all the people,"
All eight of them, enmeshed, caught by surprise,
Turned upward blushing in the sudden light,
The nails like welders' masks, the fit so tight
Among them you can hear their half-choked cries
To be released, to be pried from this mess
They're soldered into somehow--they don't know.
But stuck now they are willing to confess,
If that will ease your grip and let them go,
Confess the terror they cannot withstand
Is being locked inside another hand.
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David_Mage

March 31, 2009, 12:14:00 am #15 Last Edit: December 31, 1969, 07:00:00 pm by David_Mage
Good god, doesn't anyone right poetry that isn't melodramatic?


Eternal Love

When I look up into the sky and see the black...

I cannot help but be taken back, by the stars, the dark,

I remember your lips, stark, aching for the water of a kiss,

Begging for a foreign bliss, screaming for passion's spark!

 

When I see a red rose, the hot flushed crimson,

I feel my heart's fire again, the burning, sweet flames,

My mind blames the heart, catalyst of raging desire,

The feeling which pulls me higher and cries out our name!

 

When the world is at peace and the winds gently blow...

I recall the beauty your eyes show and how they drink up my figure,

How they leave me unsure, timid but painfully, achingly eager-

To in your spirit stir, a remedy for all ailments, a perfect cure.

 

Love is the pad which this is written on, passion the black ink,

Which from the quill doth drink o' black pool of deep splendors,

To which my white heart surrenders, those inscriptions permanent,

Inscriptions of love sent, sent from where your bursting heart renders-

Eternal love




And another.



The Hero of The Wind

(There is a story of a hero of the wind)

In a time before time and a place before space,

A warrior stood against the empire of flames.

His weapons, his heart and the Sacred Mace,

A relic of of his ancestors, the feller of evil past.

The Warrior, of his village that was many, he was the last.

 

The Warrior stands before the burning statues,

The ancestors of the battle, men of legends,

Fire falling as rain from clouds of black smoke,

"I shall avenge with the fury my heart sends!"-

The Warrior's cry bellowed, bleaching the sky white

And turned night to day and day to night.

 

In the passing hours the village burned to rubble,

The Warrior held his eyes upon his fallen kin-

Burned in the onslaught of the Warriors of the Flame,

"On this day, a hell for my foe shall begin"-

The Warrior spoke to himself- saddled up his horse,

And he rode, summoning in his heart an explosive force.

 

The days and night, as the warrior rode, became one.

The warrior began seeing water as blood, and dirt as ashes,

His fallen kin became all he knew and vengeance his purpose.

The grief and duty burst within him in violent crashes.

He would avenge his kin even though hell might bar the way,

Nothing would protect the foe he hath vowed to slay.

 

After what the Warrior perceived as a thousand lifetimes,

He arrived before the castle of the King of the Fire,

The Warrior's heart pounded with the force of a thousand suns.

"Today, I shall make of you all a bloody mire!!!"

His voice erupted with the power of an atomic shockwave,

It marked the ground before him as the final grave.

 

A myriad of soldiers began pouring out of the castle,

The Warrior quickly ended them with one sweep of his mace,

The shockwave of wind eviscerated them instantaneously,

Leaving in the wake of a boisterous scene, a silent and bloody trace.

The Warrior then bolted into the castle and toward the throne room,

Mowing through all opposition, wreaking havoc and doom.

 

Soon the Warrior reached the throne of the King of Fire,

Rage flared in the Warriors eyes at the sight of the king,

"HAHA! A warrior of Wind?! Didn't we burn you all to ash?

"Well, no matter, your life shall soon be ending!"

With that the King of Fire readied his fiery blade-

The Warrior, heavenward, his Sacred Mace he raise'd.

 

The fight erupted with a flurry of shockwaves,

The King of Fire countered with a burst of fire and ash,

The Warrior screamed "I will avenge my kin! I'll kill you!!!"

"Your kin? Ha! Such weaklings were a pleasure to smash!"

The King of Fire said laughing, "Is that all that you've got?"

The Warrior began swirling with violent wind, eyes burning hot.

 

"IT ALL ENDS NOW!"  The Warrior screamed as he began glowing white,

"What is this?! What is going on?!" The King of Fire bellowed.

And then, in a flash of light, everything was gone...

The Warrior had repaid all that, to his village, he owed.

Nothing remains of the site of the Warrior's final battle,

Only his legend, his sacrifice, the injustice he died to settle.