Poems

Seen a good poem? Wrote a good poem? Show us for god's sake!

*Grins*  I thought you'd NEVER ask ;p  Hot off the presses.

It could be for the best it ends this way,
In silence, dark and black as velvet death
With not a single word for us to say,
It must be for the best to end this way,
My feigned indifference lasting but a jot
Then just as fast seen through as finest glass
Fooling not even me much as I try
Believing in my comforting deceit
That it is for the best to end this way,
Not as two halves but two completed wholes
(Which she must know as plainly as myself
To be a blatant lie for splitting this,
A union grown too long to be well-kept)
That now can turn about, one there, one there,
To walk off in seperate directions,
As it is for the best it ends this way,
Without a public tear from I nor her,
Though many may they number when alone
Hidden within the shadowy abode
We each of us has made in which to hide,
A seal atop to keep away the sun
With heart and hand so willing to give aid,
In silence, dark and black as velvet death
With not a single word for us to say,
It must be for the best to end this way.

--"'We' No More"

       

well that totally puts the poem i wrote when i was 14 to shame.

"The Fry, the fry, it flew in my eye"

one liners...gotta love 'em

as always:

This is STUPID, STUPID, STUPID! Related to WTC!

A New Day of Infamy


In the city of York,
Two missiles of death smashed into the American dream.
In the blink of an eye, life as we know it was changed.
The inferno seemed to devour our spirit as it engulfed the towers,
A gray, choking, mist billowing into the gentle blue sky.
Clouds of debris and people fell to the earth.
The towers sank into a quicksand of death.
Yet out of the blaze came hope and unity.
So bright that the entire world could see it.

Madness

Seeing it, behind the corner
coming for me
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
wanting me, seeking me
can't run forever, must face it
Madness comes to everyone\n\n

Just came up talking to (someone's name here) a few minutes ago.  Pretty dark.  Changed the line spacing for poetic merit.

"Inspiration is a fickle and malicious beast.
Having it around is not a blessing
But a curse;
It does not allow the ideas you wish to express to come from you
As a comforting lover evokes your truest feelings,
But like a rapist forces new thoughts upon you,
Tearing through the familiar feelings of your flesh
Until it reaches what it seeks
And satisfies itself with you.
Then it leaves you
Broken and weeping on the ground
To cover yourself as best you can,
Shamed and alone."

Great one, Shajde!

Now it's my turn!

Halo of the Four Great Seas,
brings all foes to their knees.
Halo of the Four Great Men,
really loves the char of Len.
Halo of the Guardian Four,
people beg for more, more, more.
Halo of the One Great Power,
brings all the ladies just one flower.
Halo of the Final Winds,
brings home all the wins.
Halo of the Forums,
forever yours.
In heart, in spirit,
In body, in mind,
may the power of the gods be divine.

--Me

Great, eh?

Well, it may put my char to glory, but a poem's a poem, right?

And yet, here's another one I just now wrote:

Goodnight, my love.
I know thou shalt lay to rest soon.
Whenst thout hast settled,
I shall settle, too.
I shall see you soon, my love, for my soul intertwines with yours.  
My heart and soul are now forever yours.

--Me

Yet another great one!  I love it!  What about you guys?\n\n

They stand with their arms tightly around each other
a mixture of flesh, so rich in days
where the sea touches the land
she wants to tell him the truth

But the wind eats her words
where the sea ends
she holds his hand, trembling
and kissed him on the forehead

She carries the evening in her chest
and knows that she must wither away
she lays her head in his lap
and asks for a last kiss

and then he kissed her
where the sea ends
her lips, delicate and pale
and his eyes tear up

The last kiss was so long ago
the last kiss
he does not remember it anymore

It's something like this, I know it:

"I'm walking here, not fun picking blueberries. A waterdrop aint pink, and not blueberries either, cause they're blue"


One of Arkmam's poems, written when we were 9-10 years or sumthin  

I'd look up my old poems, but then you would all die in agony  

Rain is pouring down here
Not fun picking blueberries
A raindrop aint pink
Neither is blueberries
Because they're blue

The swedish words for here, blueberries and pink rhyme, so it sounds alot better in swedish. But hey, wait! It does not sound good in ANY language.

You got that right ^^

Holy War

Angels descend from the heavens,
And Demons from the ground.
The fight will soon begin,
For the humans chained and bound.
They stand there ready and willing.
All standing their grounds.
The battle will be everywhere,
The Supernatural has no bounds.

A single sound of the shofar,
Has just begun the war.
The Angels with their righteous cry,
And the Demons with their roar.
The sounds of clashing blades,
Echo as the Light,
And the Darkness battle,
For eternity