Post away! But why is so much poetry of today so depressed? Pff. THIS is classical poetry!
Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;
mock on, mock on; 'tis all in vain!
You throw the sand against the wind,
and the wind blows it back again.
-William Blake
As such, to kick this thread off in fine style, I’ll post a number of poems of mine:
Fallen Flag
The sky turned gray
The air became stale
Everything we seemed to stand for had just failed
Over run with a thick black smoke
Tears of pain and feelings of disdain
Run rampant amongst our folk
In the distance a star bright shone
On a country torn to beneath the bone
Radiating in the darkness this star did guide
Our missiles as they wrecked another countries pride
Day by day, night by night
We take our vengeance with a helpless fright
Ignorance is bliss, but pain is not
Will this flood ever seem to stop?
Can this river come to a close
Crashing its final blow in the deathly cold
Oh, how can we be so bold
To be so hurt when we were told
That our towers would collapse
And our pain be sold
Amongst villainy and evil so cruel
That they would dare complete what we have fueled
Nothing that has happened can validate the actions
Of a few select men who can’t bury the hatchet
And on this day we remember those who were slain
In the name of a cause we still fight for today
Freedom of mind and freedom of choice
All anyone wants is for someone to hear their voice
Amidst the chaos, the yelling, the fear
Hold this day close but don’t shed a tear
Those that deserve them will never hear
Forever
There is a room
At the end of the hall
Where the sun shines like spring
And the air bites like fall
In this room is where I lay
Lifeless and dry
In this room is where I say
Forgive me or I’ll die
In this room is where I stay
I can’t escape the pain
In this room is where I pray
And where happiness is feigned
Forgiveness is what I seek
It’s what I need to breathe
I’ll forever live in seclusion
If you give me what I need
This is all I have to say
I hope you take it with heart
I hope your days go well
For mine have yet to start
Sanitarium
White washed walls with pillow cases
Surrounded by unfamiliar faces
A million places I’d rather be
Can’t find a way to set myself free
Needles sting like treacherous bees
Poke Poke Poke
Choke Choke Choke
“Croaked he did” one of them say
But they just can’t find a way to make me stay
Over their heads I float float float
Out the window and onto a boat
Put on my coat, full ahead bloke!
“This ones lost it, pull the support”
Entrapment
Trapped in the midst of jungle twine
Creeping death up and down my spine
Drifting in and out of conscious mind
Whispering within the wind, the spirit finds
A soulless beast encroached in vines
Forever shall he remain this way
If only to keep the demons at bay
Kinda following suit with Sorc…
<u>The Damnation</u>
The darkness is calling
The damnation of my soul.
Death’s hell is falling,
While the bridge of life takes its toll.
The wicked slave’s deception,
His voice bleeds infection.
The pure master’s affection
Sheds the light of his reflection.
The damnation of my soul
Plays the wicked voice in my head.
The darkness won’t reach its goal,
Until the day that I am dead.
Death’s angel’s calling
Upon the meager faith set in my head.
My world just keeps falling,
For this day that I’m now dead.
<u>Ending and Beginning</u> (Written for a friend on his wedding day)
Dedicated to Mr. and Mrs. William Paul Purifoy
Here comes the bride,
All dressed in white,
But alas, I must say,
This is the end tonight.
What once was, is no more,
For today, the end is nigh.
It can be seen, quite simply,
If you merely look into their eyes.
Pure dedication to one another.
Through their smiles, and their strife.
This is the end of his, and of hers,
But the beginning of their life.
<u>The Duel</u>
In the silence of the forest,
As the storm winds blow,
You stand there staring at me,
And say you’re ready to go.
Your piercing gaze is blinding,
As my glowing rage burns.
I slowly stand up to my feet.
Finally, towards you, I turn.
I glare at you angrily,
With a cut across my eye.
As the blood runs down my cheek,
I promise you will die.
I reach for my blade,
And pull it from its sheath.
Weakly, I raise it up,
But it’s getting hard to breathe.
My head turns to the left,
While my right eye stays on you.
I smear the blood across my left cheek,
And I know that I am through.
I turn back towards you,
And spit blood to the ground.
With heavy breaths, I ready my sword.
And you laugh and turn around.
I look at you in surprise,
As the day fades into night.
Angrily, I flare at you and yell,
Telling you to fight.
You glance over your shoulder,
And look me in the eye.
You calmly tell me that,
I’m not worth your time.
I snap and raise my blade,
And charge you in a blind.
As the cold wind burns my eye,
It’s your heart I plan to find.
You thrust behind yourself,
Your blade pierces my chest.
My blade hits the ground as I strain,
Saying you’re the best.
Standing over my corpse, you think,
That some will find you cruel.
If I could talk I would say,
That you only won a duel.
Since Weiila has been so nice in doing this for us, I think I’ll put up my latest “character poem”:
[u]Changes[/u]
It’s been so long,
Since we met
That fateful day.
I’ve changed
In so many ways,
Even if they don’t see it
I know you do.
Your love,
Your spirit,
Has opened my eyes,
To so many things,
Even my friends.
If I never
Say it,
You should know.
I love you,
For everything
You’ve done
To me.
Ah, Whatever.
I’m not much for poetry…I’m the kinda person that would go to a poetry reading and yell that the poems don’t rhyme. :hahaha;
But all the same…this stuff is pretty facinating.
In order to contribue something, I’ll slip in a short (and untitled) verse that I incorporated into the latest chapter of Ancient Wizardry.
[i]Seas are boiling, skies are burning
Sands of time are swiftly churning
Plague and fammine spread throughout the land
Deep within the blackest night
Seek the one last ray of light
I will be there, holding out my hand[/i]
I’m not going to post all my old ones here for two reasons: they were written in something of a bad time personally, and there were a heap of them; I don’t want to clutter this with the old. I will, however, link to that thread.
I’ve got a couple of older ones that I’ll post after I dig them out of my old laptop (now my brothers) back at home.
Also, I’d like to note on the wonderful quality of everyone else’s poems.
<U>Weak</U>
<u>The Duel</u> - Part 2
Fresh blood dripping from your blade,
As the raindrops start to fall.
An over zealous warrior lies at your feet,
As you wait for his call.
You turn around and start to walk,
Knowing I won’t speak.
You stare at the bloody blade,
As your soul begins to weep.
Through the trees you go,
Heading back towards home.
You came here with an old friend,
But now you’ve left alone.
The vision of my face haunts your mind,
As you release a soft sigh.
The anger towards yourself for your doing
Releases a loud cry.
Reaching the outskirts of your village
In the valley down below,
You feel unworthy to continue,
But you force yourself to go.
The murmurs and stares start to flow,
As the children run and hide.
But you just walk to the Elder,
With him you must confide.
The pain is overwhelming, you tell him
That you just want it to end.
But he says you cannot do that,
There is time that you must spend.
The elder says that it was my time,
And the god of death consumed you.
But you must continue living your life,
For your time will come too.
If I had one last breath to breathe,
I would use it to speak.
To speak to you words,
Words that would make you feel less weak.
hmmz allright a few short and simple ones then
Hell
I can’t… No I can’t
Please take my hand
Lead the way
I’m too scared to stay
You are my light
My guide trough hell
Inside…
Same old feelings
I loved you so
but gave it all away
And watched you go
Cause I was to shy to say
“I Love You”
I’m going home
To lay on my bed
And think of the things
I never said
Loner
What I am is what you are
We’re all the same deep in our heart
Some have the courage to show
Others don’t. That’s no shame
But you try to hide it
So badly, there’s growing hate
Hate against yourself
And me
What’s the use? What did I do?
Is it my fault you’re scared
Of you’re own inner skin
All I did was being me
And here’s my question for today
Do You Really Hate Me For Being Me?
†trust†
You don’t trust me,
Cause I’ve done some things wrong.
But how can I regain what’s lost,
If you pretend it has never been there?
Like I never did good…
Did i always hurt you?
Where you always in so much pain?
And if so
Why’d you always blame me?
Is it my fault i’m not perfect
Like I never tried to fuckin please…
You never gave me anything
And that’s what you’re gonna get back from me
Part of me
I don’t know what’s with me lately
When I see you I forget completely
I stop and stare in your eyes
And totally forget about the times
When i was all alone
Left behind cause I refused to be a clone
I’m not used to it anymore
To being alone in my room on the floor
I’d give up everything
Just to have you with me
I Realised something recently
Loving you has become a part of me
heh a poem an ex-g/f once wrote bout me
“Too hard to handle”
<<<>>>
Sucker you treated me like trash!
You said you loved me but didn’t meant a freaking word of it.
God!!! What am I saying? It’s me that treated you like trash.
I need you just the way you need me
But you know it can’t be
I need a soul 'cause I’ve lost it
Please tell me where it went to
so you and I can be one
I know you’re too good for me I don’t diserve you
Maybe this is the reason why we can’t be
You’re like a speedball in combination with alcohol…
Too hard to handle…
heheh very subtle huh? ,speedball in combination with alcohol’’
Wow, good poems here guys!
ah ha i found another old one… it’s actually lyrics i once wrote for a hardcore song it once suited the feelings i had for this world
Way Of Life
I’ve done this before
Knocking at some door
Crashing it with a shotgun blast
Murdering you lightning fast
Running away stepping in the car
Then my friends drive me far
C-Blunt Chronic-T mates till the end
Us three nobody can make bend
Piss us off and your life’s a crash
Within the blink of an eye, a flash
The bullet going trough your brain
That doesn’t matter you were insane
Anyways, this is the story of my life
I think killing you ends the strife
But first you gotta know my name
I’m Lord Abortion, Ripping is my game
I feed on the blood, sweat and tears
They made me grow strong trough the years
This way of living, drinking smoking
All what comes in my way will be choking
I’m an open mind with closed hands
Around your neck till your life ends
I’m not trendy, so I’m not cool
I’m just making you a total fool
Rip out your eyes at first
Then drink your blood and end my thirst
What the fuck you’re dead already
Guess you don’t wanna go steady
I’ll cut my way trough time
Never committing some small crime
Violence is my second nature
Hate is another feature
I’m never giving this up
Cause I never had time to grow up
My youth was one fucked misery
But that’s the past, Flashbacks cause agony
The future I’m not talking bout either
Cause I’m not caring for neither
The present is what counts to me
Right now I’m all I wannabe
This way of living, drinking smoking
All what comes in my way will be choking
I’m an open mind with closed hands
Around your neck till your life ends
Charle, Charle,
Burning bright
In the fore-AAAAHHHHH!!! HOLY SHIT!! I’M ON FIRE!!! AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! PUT IT OUT!!! PUT IT OUT!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Empty bed missing flesh green beauty two buttons smile whiter than the evil Aryan cloud besides me gone once there fleeting skin melts melds folds and bends bleeds and sings she cried out my name and now there is only the silent noise you hear after being submerged in calm water would she suddenly appear after blood stains sheets she’ll stay there alone and dead I cannot have this cannot have the two black shoes walk into the flooded marsh. Squish squash squish squish they can hear you coming. There is no escape from them or Fate or Truth or bonds that have not been broken Damocles’ sword cuts you or them decide the black screen flickers. Stern face appears content will all that has been done. Wait. There might be another that can finally help me rest but I have either not found her or Fate has not found us. I want to make her happy feed her purple ribbons and orange gravy topped with cherries or strawberry death. Eloquent in your misery yet at a loss for words when miserable, you sit here lids drooping moon falling from the sky onto an unsuspecting ground coughing your heart out instead of sleeping, and yet I would not say it was folly. If she will not get out of my head through words she shall flow through the ink on my paper. Burn the witch and hang me too bless me Father for I have sinned confession confession I’m thinking of the Truth the Truth must be let out for all pain to seace but some things you cannot comprehend it doesn’t sink in. Or you know it all too well. I could pick up the phone right now and cleanse myself of Sin bt I won’t for fear you might harm the fellow conspirator. Romance’s elegy is more bitter than that of a mortal man.
Nobody close to me has died. Ever. Am I curst or blest? Can I know what pain is, at my young age? I thought I knew before, and now I know I don’t. Pain picks up and throws me down, I only know part of it, but I know it intimately.
Why can’t things be different?
Because they aren’t. Go to sleep.
Written only two days ago, this poem was as a result of a long story. Unfinished, but I hope it to have a happy ending.
<i><u><b>Obsession</b></u></i>
Silent staring, hidden,
From across the room,
A subtle, sweet light
Amidst the world’s gloom.
Silently, a screaming sound
Resounds throughout my mind,
Telling me to move swiftly,
In hopes that I might find
You, who feeds the insanity
That drives my mind’s recession.
You, who is the object
Of my bitter, sweet obsession.
Empty bed
Missing flesh
Green beauty; two buttons
(Smile whiter than the evil Aryan cloud)
Besides me gone
Once there fleeting skin
Melts melds folds and bends
Bleeds and sings
She cried out my name, and now there is only the silent noise you hear after being submerged in calm water
Would she suddenly appear after blood stained sheets?
She’ll stay there:
Alone and dead
I cannot have this.
I cannot have the two black shoes walk into the flooded marsh.
Squish squash squish squish they can hear you coming.
There is no escape from them or Fate or Truth or bonds that have not been broken
Damocles’ sword cuts you or them
Decide
The black screen flickers; stern face appears content with all that has been done.
Wait.
There might be another that can finally help me rest
But I have either not found her or Fate has not found us
I want to make her happy
Feed her purple ribbons and orange gravy topped with cherries or strawberry death
Eloquent in your misery yet at a loss for words when miserable
You sit here lids drooping;
Moon falling from the sky onto an unsuspecting ground;
Coughing instead of sleeping
And yet I would not say it was folly.
If she will not get out of my head through words, she shall flow through the ink on my paper
Burn the witch and hang me too
Bless me Father for I have sinned
Confession
Confession
I’m thinking of the Truth
The Truth must be let out for all pain to cease, but some things you cannot comprehend
It doesn’t sink in.
Or you know it all too well. I could pick up the phone right now and cleanse myself of Sin
But
I won’t
For fear you might harm the fellow conspirator…
Romance’s elegy is more bitter than that of a mortal man.
Nobody close to me has died.
Ever.
Am I curst or blest?
Can I know what pain is at my young age?
I thought I knew before; and now I know I don’t.
Pain lifts
It throws me
I only know part of it, but I know it intimately.
Why can’t things be different?
Because they aren’t.
Go to sleep.
I still can’t read it.
Part three of my only narrative poetic quadriad.
<b><u><i>Strife</i></u></b>
<u>The Duel</u> - Part 3
The pain of the duel
Surges through your mind.
The agony of victory
Makes you feel unkind.
The feeling of the razor’s edge
Swiping across my eye,
The sweat and blood, rage and pain come as one,
And unleash, through me, a cry.
In your dreams, the duel and
My loss will haunt you.
While you’re home,
Your blade with taunt you.
You slowly make your way,
Your way to my home.
For your feel my wife will listen,
Listen to you and you alone.
You stand there staring at my door,
Pondering what you should say.
The door slowly creaks open,
And then you see her face.
At her feet, you drop your blade,
And then fall to your knees.
You lower your head and say to her,
“You may do as you please.”
She slowly reaches for the blade,
And you fear for the worst.
And then she speaks so soothingly,
While you expect outburst.
She tells you that what’s done is done,
And you should not waste your life.
And my memory should stay strong,
But do not live in strife.
Here’s a poem I thought long and hard about:
The Cat.
Sat.
On the Mat.
It’s not as good as char’s though ;_;
Hades is lame
And can’t play the rhyme game
He doesn’t have the mind to be serious
To sit down and respect peoples effort and time
What a chump
I bet his booty goes bump bump bump
Every night with charlemange doin the hump hump hump
Don’t diss serious effort. If you can’t respect the work, then don’t post.
Here’s something, it’s halfway mine, because half of the lines are mine, but my dad played connect the dots with what I had on the computer and turned it into a poem. It doesn’t have a title though.
The kiss that lingered between waking
And the last moment of a dream,
A farewell, from dream lover
A parting of the lips and a moment of remembrance
A love that exist only in the dream plane.
Through a dreamers eyes love is all around,
Yet most will never find it, for it is there out of reach
In a place between sleep and the consciousness.
Saddness dwell in the heart of those whose dreams were shattered.
Perhaps it is the dream that makes us truly lonely,
And not how we live.
Can true happiness be found only in a dream?
And what happens once you awaken…
The kiss is forgotten.