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Unread postPosted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 4:02 pm
by Cao Chao
邯郸游侠,白马骑向东,
虽然侠望和雄,技和才,荣和忠,
他人怀疑和误用。
为国为民,性命安可怀?
不求英雄之名,威之荣,财之福,
只求战死之末尾。

Handan youxia ye, bai ma qi xiang dong—A noble knight who hails from Handan, riding a white horse to the east
Suiran xia wang he xiong, ji he cai, rong he zhong—Eager and ambitious, skilled and talented, honorable and loyal though the knight may be,
Taren huaiyi he wuyong—Distrusted and ill-used by others.
Wei guo wei min, xingming an ke huai—For the country and the people, how can he treasure his life?
Buqiu yingxiong zhi ming, wei zhi rong, cai zhi fu—I do not request the label of hero, the honor of prestige, the wealth of fortune,
Zhiqiu zhansi zhi mowei—All I request is a battlefield death as an end.

This poem was written originally in Chinese and translated. As always, translations are imperfect and do not capture all facets of the characters. This poem was written originally from the point of view of an officer of the Kingdom of Zhao during the period of when Li Mu was killed and the Qin army was invading. I tried to capture what it meant to feel such betrayal and used the events to express the emotions of another suspected by his lord. Enjoy. :D

Unread postPosted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 11:07 pm
by Cao Ren
Cute little poem I wrote in my creative writing class last year:

Brightest stars are brightest admired
Patronizing those who do not find comfort in their own light, so small
Worlds gaze up, until their wandering eyes grow tired
Why then, with all of their self conceit, would such a star fall?

Who ever wonders what happens to a fallen star?
Do they collapse under the propelling pressure of always shining?
Fading into that endless skyline bar
To be picked back up by the little ones, who don’t mind their whining

Unread postPosted: Thu Sep 27, 2007 7:01 am
by Zhuge Hao (Guanxiao)
Hi, I'm Zhuge Hao, styled Guanxiao. I'm new to this forum... but I've always been a huge fan of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Here's a poem I wrote about the fall of a city....

Dawn’s Plight

Algid mountain sighs
Resounding ambles envelop memories
As the ashes of history shrivel away
Succumbing the mockery from amidst

The walls of the city allure
All men within equates valor
The western gust breaks
Sweeping through cogent barriers

She stood, chin held high
The eerie silence accompanies
Her life, hers no more as morning approach
Grieving for love lost, grieving for bygone joy

The friend or foe, the selfsame deeds overdone
He was once the swift hero, the wayward caitiff
Grief implored such agony
The austere belief suppressed with averse stance

The destined fate thrice abstained
Thrice too many a winter's trance
The yielding knows no boundaries
At dawn the city will fall

Unread postPosted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 1:33 am
by ZenZach
Something I thought of here.

He is mindless
Clenching his blade
With no thoughts
No fear
No joy
Fearless and confident is the other
The other is beaten
Because he was thinking

Unread postPosted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 1:35 am
by ZenZach
Zhuge Hao (Guanxiao) wrote:Hi, I'm Zhuge Hao, styled Guanxiao. I'm new to this forum... but I've always been a huge fan of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Here's a poem I wrote about the fall of a city....

Dawn’s Plight

Algid mountain sighs
Resounding ambles envelop memories
As the ashes of history shrivel away
Succumbing the mockery from amidst

The walls of the city allure
All men within equates valor
The western gust breaks
Sweeping through cogent barriers

She stood, chin held high
The eerie silence accompanies
Her life, hers no more as morning approach
Grieving for love lost, grieving for bygone joy

The friend or foe, the selfsame deeds overdone
He was once the swift hero, the wayward caitiff
Grief implored such agony
The austere belief suppressed with averse stance

The destined fate thrice abstained
Thrice too many a winter's trance
The yielding knows no boundaries
At dawn the city will fall


I'm impressed with this. That's good poetry.

Unread postPosted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 6:46 am
by Ricky
ZenZach wrote:Something I thought of here.

He is mindless
Clenching his blade
With no thoughts
No fear
No joy
Fearless and confident is the other
The other is beaten
Because he was thinking

I'm no poet, but that's pretty good. Better than I would do.

Unread postPosted: Thu Oct 04, 2007 9:29 pm
by ZenZach
Ricky wrote:
ZenZach wrote:Something I thought of here.

He is mindless
Clenching his blade
With no thoughts
No fear
No joy
Fearless and confident is the other
The other is beaten
Because he was thinking

I'm no poet, but that's pretty good. Better than I would do.


I thank you.

Unread postPosted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 1:42 am
by Zhuge Hao (Guanxiao)
ZenZach wrote:
Zhuge Hao (Guanxiao) wrote:Hi, I'm Zhuge Hao, styled Guanxiao. I'm new to this forum... but I've always been a huge fan of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Here's a poem I wrote about the fall of a city....

Dawn’s Plight

Algid mountain sighs
Resounding ambles envelop memories
As the ashes of history shrivel away
Succumbing the mockery from amidst

The walls of the city allure
All men within equates valor
The western gust breaks
Sweeping through cogent barriers

She stood, chin held high
The eerie silence accompanies
Her life, hers no more as morning approach
Grieving for love lost, grieving for bygone joy

The friend or foe, the selfsame deeds overdone
He was once the swift hero, the wayward caitiff
Grief implored such agony
The austere belief suppressed with averse stance

The destined fate thrice abstained
Thrice too many a winter's trance
The yielding knows no boundaries
At dawn the city will fall


I'm impressed with this. That's good poetry.


Thanks ZenZach! Your kind replies are much appreciated!

Unread postPosted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 2:34 am
by ZenZach
Zhuge Hao (Guanxiao) wrote:
ZenZach wrote:
Zhuge Hao (Guanxiao) wrote:Hi, I'm Zhuge Hao, styled Guanxiao. I'm new to this forum... but I've always been a huge fan of Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Here's a poem I wrote about the fall of a city....

Dawn’s Plight

Algid mountain sighs
Resounding ambles envelop memories
As the ashes of history shrivel away
Succumbing the mockery from amidst

The walls of the city allure
All men within equates valor
The western gust breaks
Sweeping through cogent barriers

She stood, chin held high
The eerie silence accompanies
Her life, hers no more as morning approach
Grieving for love lost, grieving for bygone joy

The friend or foe, the selfsame deeds overdone
He was once the swift hero, the wayward caitiff
Grief implored such agony
The austere belief suppressed with averse stance

The destined fate thrice abstained
Thrice too many a winter's trance
The yielding knows no boundaries
At dawn the city will fall


I'm impressed with this. That's good poetry.


Thanks ZenZach! Your kind replies are much appreciated!


You're welcome. Keep writing poetry, that was a fine piece up there.

Unread postPosted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 2:55 am
by ZenZach
Here's another one:

Nature
Hindrance is unnecessary
Change
Hindrance is unnecessary
But many hinder
Then complain
Then die

It is pertaining to your body and mind. They are everchanging and should not be hindered. What I mean by hindered is not doing bad things to it to interrupt the changes. Drugs and alcohol mess with the bodies changes, making you feel bad, where you then complain, then die. There is just way to much intoxication these days. Alcohol at any age is bad, but many seem to not care.

Technically this has not been a double post because that other post was 20 minutes ago and I am completely writing a new poem.