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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby dirtybird » Mon Sep 15, 2008 8:31 am

Something Ramdom

As I stalked the quiet night,
and as my band of tattered troops supported my mission,
Behold a great enemy appeared before us!
All cloaked in crimson kimonos, they let out a scream,
My men and I had fought well, in which we bested our adversary!
Yet adorned on their backs,
Sat a golden full moon, traced in black with an arrow protruding from its center,
Some dark cult!
I recalled the beasts,
They had slain my father,
My men saddled and off we rode.
Not far into our travel, a mighty wizard appeared before us saying,
"Your quest is just" Then he was gone in an instant
As we continued, the fortress was in sight!
My redemption drew nigh!

The ground gave way and rumbled,
In tossed my men, falling instantly to their deaths,
Then up emerged a gigantic monstrocity,
A giant!
With teeth and claw, he made dinner of my most fine soldiers!
Yet with my mighty axe, I held high to the Heavens!
With a swift blow to the neck, I smote the fowl being!
And behold! We rejoiced!
From the stronghold, we recieved the Emperor's blessing and rode on
Everything i've obtained, and all i know; i give it away just to know you Lord.
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby WeiWenDi » Fri Dec 12, 2008 11:34 pm

Paler than Moon wrote:Thank you for your comment WeiWenDi. I like your poem too, it's beautifully morbid :3


Thanks! I wasn't trying to make it morbid - but reading it again, it definitely sounds that way. Funny how that works...

dirtybird wrote:Something Ramdom


Fun, fun poem - lotsa creative verbiage. What was the inspiration?

Here's another of mine:

WeiWenDi wrote:If we saw Him now

A lone shout
In the desert:

A wild voice in a crowd,
Hungry, weary, suffering,
Cries out.

From the midst of the crowd,
He emerges:
Humble, ordinary, poor,
But dignified –
The woodworker dives into the river
Crossing to the other side,

Never to go back.

Who is he?
They ask in panic.
A subversive? A dissenter? A devil?
They struggle on his name.

The sick man is his brother,
The harlot his sister.
See the blind; run the lame.

The thief in the night.
The burglar of the house.

He reaches out, not with arms
But with open hands.
They fear him still,
And with reason.

They ask from him a sign,
But there shall be none.

They fear him,
So they kill him.
He came out of a crowd –
But on that gnarled tree
He is alone.

If we saw him now
Would we know him
For the Human One?
Some more blood, Chekov. The needle won't hurt, Chekov. Take off your shirt, Chekov. Roll over, Chekov. Breathe deeply, Chekov. Blood sample, Chekov! Marrow sample, Chekov! Skin sample, Chekov! If I live long enough... I'm going to run out of samples.
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby Shu Ryorin » Tue Jan 06, 2009 4:32 pm

Dirtybird, I love your poem's imagery! :D Very neat story; the second stanza gave me flashbacks to Beowulf. :D

WeiWenDi... amazing poem! I doubled-back around the "thief in the night" stanza for it to make sense. Very well done! :D
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby kingink » Fri Jan 09, 2009 11:27 pm

I write a decent amount of poetry, here is one of my latest-

Below the scathing wildflowers of weary yesterdays
Whereof the tiny droplets of hammering purities dance
I wash my heart, knotted and billowed sinews looking for semblance
Semblance of anything yet nothing
The crushing nothingness so incredibly beautiful
Words swim dynamically in milky happenings far off
A story perhaps, a whirlpool of legends describing my very being
Notches of serenity howl with counteracting cosmic laughter
I hear, nay feel in subtle awareness, the tantalizing echoes of my birth
Fumbling daydreams within the womb of the heavenly mother
Hollies decorate her colorless locks
Glass carvings upon her eternal smile
Lips crisp with delight, a shining darkness blind of distinction
She offers me life with her eyes, afloat with a warming solace unknown
I can but clench tightly with unyielding embrace as opalescent mists waft over me
Hollow thorns of delicate light, palpable and free
Reaching for the only love that drifts ardently through my veins, incapable of fear
Seeping through cracks in myriads of visions
Breaching softly my tired voice
Raining down from clouds of lost and frozen memories
Warping crests of magnetizing bliss, the outlet of truth
I sing in bubbles of atoms frothing forth from morphed elation
Melodic and tremendous, quiet source of effervescent wonder
My ghost, lucid emotions of corporeal destiny
Caresses gently its connection to a perfect and depthless radiance hidden in dying
Limitless sunrise, what can I return to but myself?
Totality umbrellas the silent ravine of my gratitude
Vibrating strings acquaint me with everything and nothing, both meaningless now
I wash my heart in aqua plateaus untouched even by God
Meet me there
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby Shah Muhammad III » Thu Feb 19, 2009 1:25 am

mine is a tribute to Hao Zhao's victory over Zhuge Liang at Chencang castle, i'm open to all criticism

It is I Bodao, but you may call me Hao Zhao
How now, has the great Zhuge become a fowl
Oh!, how the rocks slam into his ruse of ram
he tries to enter my castle only to meet with much hassle
annoyed by this turn in battle, now he tries to climb the walls with twigs or rather by man and ladder
He has tried yet again to take my town yet i only see his ladders crashing down
Now the rat tries to make tunnels, so i will make my own good enough to confuse a cat
The great Zhuge's face is a fluster, how i have angered the man who leads men with a feather duster
These 20 days have come to pass, and oh i have sent the great Zhuge on his ass
Denn du bist was du isst Und ihr wisst was es ist ,stein um stein mauer ich dich ein
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby tofu » Thu Feb 19, 2009 8:43 am

Shah Muhammad III wrote:mine is a tribute to Hao Zhao's victory over Zhuge Liang at Chencang castle, i'm open to all criticism

It is I Bodao, but you may call me Hao Zhao
How now, has the great Zhuge become a fowl
Oh!, how the rocks slam into his ruse of ram
he tries to enter my castle only to meet with much hassle
annoyed by this turn in battle, now he tries to climb the walls with twigs or rather by man and ladder
He has tried yet again to take my town yet i only see his ladders crashing down
Now the rat tries to make tunnels, so i will make my own good enough to confuse a cat
The great Zhuge's face is a fluster, how i have angered the man who leads men with a feather duster
These 20 days have come to pass, and oh i have sent the great Zhuge on his ass


HAHA
Although I like Zhuge Liang, that was pretty funny:P
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby Bryan » Sun Mar 15, 2009 4:53 am

I've put this up elsewhere a long time ago, and a random thought brought me back to it. It was in response to a girl asking me to write a "pretty" poem.

There once was a caterpillar, crawling along,
it had led a good life, it had made itself strong.
It spun itself a nice cocoon,
hoping to become a butterfly soon.
There once was a girl, with the heart of a dove,
she watched that cocoon, she watched it with love.
There then came a day, where she was happy to see,
that butterfly, trying to break free.
It struggled out, as she watched in awe,
and kept on, it's strength it tried to draw.
Now, with all her care, the girl helped it out,
and watched with wonder as it fluttered about,
until at last it fell to the ground,
no longer able to even move around.
Now, silently, the girl started to cry,
as unwittingly she had caused it to die.
She ran to her mother, who gave her a hug,
and told her "It's alright, it was only a bug!"
Not realizing that, on the inside,
a little bit of her daugther had died.
"Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn."
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby The Joker » Mon Apr 06, 2009 11:16 pm

Sonance

Over golden bridge traveled
souls shedding artificial sunlight
through silent cries for mother
traversing the sound wave ridden spectacle chaos
Fear embraces me, loves me, as this reality crumbles around my feet
No time to think
while those old rusty eyes look on, I begin to fall
The waters below rush to meet me, as the stones from on high chase me
when water and flesh meet, reality sets back in, reminding me, filling me with something I had lost along the way
I'm killing time now, waiting for that hand to thrust into liquid silence and save me
Shallow breath, shivering, deliverance is but a dream, the sun begins to fade over the horizon - surrender to the cold.
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby Qu Hui » Mon Oct 12, 2009 7:11 pm

A poem I wrote not five minutes ago.

The Sirens

Gather ‘round, sailors, and hear my tale,
For it could help protect your life,
On those treacherous seas you sail,
Where many dangers are rife.

But there is one danger that is worst,
One danger that could kill all
The Sirens, those seductive evils
To whom all men they see fall.

They look almost innocent,
With the looks of beautiful ladies,
Though no man escapes their song
Which leads them straight to Hades.

They’ll cast their seductive spell,
Spinning words like thread,
Then call you to their rocky perch,
To a watery grave you’ll be lead.

There is a way to prevent this,
As was poven in an ancient text,
Stuff cotton in your ears, sailors,
Or you could be next!
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Re: Post your poetry

Unread postby Devilrai » Fri Oct 16, 2009 5:32 am

Qu Hui wrote:A poem I wrote not five minutes ago.

The Sirens

Gather ‘round, sailors, and hear my tale,
For it could help protect your life,
On those treacherous seas you sail,
Where many dangers are rife.

But there is one danger that is worst,
One danger that could kill all
The Sirens, those seductive evils
To whom all men they see fall.

They look almost innocent,
With the looks of beautiful ladies,
Though no man escapes their song
Which leads them straight to Hades.

They’ll cast their seductive spell,
Spinning words like thread,
Then call you to their rocky perch,
To a watery grave you’ll be lead.

There is a way to prevent this,
As was poven in an ancient text,
Stuff cotton in your ears, sailors,
Or you could be next!


You bring honor to Argonautica and God of War :wink:

Though in my opinion the last stanza seems out of place, take it out all together if you present this poem to a greater crowd, just end it at the forth stanza. Also you can make this into a sonnet, you got some rhymes down like life and rife; tale and sail; and my favorite ladies and hades. :lol:

Here is one of my poems, a sonnet, please criticize!

The fallacy of my mind won’t allow me to breathe.
My mind mends the fabric of the decaying world around me.
Illusions and delusions are confusions of my mind that make me seethe.
Engaging words with my inevitable future, I bicker with glee.

The dreadful fire terrified of itself, burning itself to a crust
The wind done blown the ashes towards the water.
Oh mother, why did you leave your beloved to dust?
A spark sparks into searing blight into the heart of lonely father.

Rain eases the eroding mind of the troubled man on the street of saints.
The lingering lighting lusts above me to harm my living dreams.
And now Death follows me like a shadow hindering my thoughts, I know it ain’t.
Crooning my dead dreams on His harmonica, a harsh cry leaks out like a lost scream.

The devil follows me like I’m a empty book, waiting to fill me up with hate
In the end there is only silence between the space of where there should be faith
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