Where are the poets?

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  1. Splush

    Splush Valued Member


    Thanks. :eek: Lol theres no bashful icon.

    Piano is cool, not that I can play.
     
  2. Timmy Boy

    Timmy Boy Man on a Mission

    Flight of the Vulture Lord

    I swim the sea of stratosphere,
    From here to far abroad,
    I cast aside the chains of earth,
    For I am Vulture Lord.

    My rivals fight like mortal slaves,
    A base, disgusting horde,
    And all for nothing in the end,
    For I am Vulture Lord.

    When prey succumbs beyond the sleep
    That slumber will afford,
    To rest in peace is not the way,
    For I am Vulture Lord.

    My talons rend as blades through air,
    I rest when I am gorged,
    Their shells live on to pleasure me,
    For I am Vulture Lord.

    I scream my prize to predators,
    And strike a mocking chord,
    I laugh and spread my nightmare wings,
    For I am Vulture Lord.​
     
  3. Timmy Boy

    Timmy Boy Man on a Mission

    Yeah that was really cool Splush :) got any more?
     
  4. Splush

    Splush Valued Member


    Sure, I would need to type them first but ya.
     
  5. Splush

    Splush Valued Member

    This is a poem I wrote some time ago about war:



    To kings with power dispute over a minute cause.

    Tempers rise and hands are raised. The kings of men gather legions to meet on a open field.

    Some men young and old clench the blade that will kill them in their hands.

    Heavy armor tries to weigh down the souls of the fighters. But their pride refuses to be shaken.

    The horns and trumpets blare and the sound of footsteps quake the earths ground.

    The armed hands of warriors kill their brethren as they scream and cry.

    Ears, limbs, and heads were all lost as the battle wages. Soldiers retreat to the hills as they see their comrade’s fall.

    Men smeared with blood celebrate their triumph; do they not realize they have lost more than they have won?

    Children lay with the dirt, the flies keep them company.

    Grand fathers beards of grey, skin of white, mouth red. Eyes stare open, eyes that will never close.
     
  6. Kris x

    Kris x :-p

    Captive Pride

    Fear, terror running through my mind,
    But also determination, They'll know nothing of my kind.
    Racked with pain ready to cry, but I shall not speak no not I.
    They'll keep me here, escape I must, or I'll rot in this cell until my bones are dust,If I'm caught I feel the sword blade, but death I'll risk my mind is made.
    Sleep creeps over me,
    in my dreams I'm roaming free
    I watch the sunrise,
    the trees dance in the breeze.
    Then something grabs me,
    I try to run but I freeze,
    Those hands are still on me,
    but now I'm awake.
    It is my captors,
    my life they will take.
    It has to come to it now,
    the end of my time.
    I must escape but where to and how?
    I will not give in.
    I will fight to the end.
    I don't care if I'm wounded,
    but death one can't mend.
    Dragged along corridors,
    my strength is failing should I accept death or permanent jailing?
    To the Captain I am summoned,
    his eyes meet mine he's given a warning,
    He'll ask just one more time,
    "Who are you?" he asks
    Harder still my heart starts to beat,
    If I do not answer my death I shall meet,
    He unsheathes his sword and points it to me,
    My mind is screaming "Run now, flee"
    I drop to my knees my head is bowed,
    I think of my friends and it makes me proud.
    Of things we have overcome, of battles fought and won.
    Of events that happened until we were parted.
    Now I'm in the hands of the cold hearted.
    Suddenly a sharp pain reeks through me.
    I look down to my heart to the the blade of a knife
    It has come, the end of my life.
    I look into his eyes I'll breath one more time,
    Then I look at the handle...
    Those hands are mine.

    By
    Kirsty Vance .x.​
     
  7. Kris x

    Kris x :-p

    I apologise if my grammar and punctuation is wrong. :rolleyes:
    no laughing :D
     
  8. Splush

    Splush Valued Member

    Here’s another one. I don't like making poems that are really Rhymey but I was doing a sonnet Shakespeare style. A lot of you may not get this, but I do considering it’s about me. If any of you don’t get it just ask.



    The Man without a Face


    He is nothing but a disgrace.

    He bestows a cocky smile.

    He laughs out load and ignores the day’s regular pace.

    He can’t keep still for a long while.

    But this is not the person he wants to be.

    Can’t you all see that he slowly dies inside?

    He swims in a black sea of misery.

    Confused, lost: Like Dr. Jekyll turning into Mr. Hyde.

    He wishes he could be someone else.

    Many failed attempts ridicule thee.

    If he is not who he appears to be, than who is he?

    Not even he may know; he might be stuck in an empty abyss.

    Life is nothing but a fast paced doom race.

    For he truly is the man with out a face.
     
  9. tekkengod

    tekkengod the MAP MP

    not bad actually, not bad.
     
  10. tekkengod

    tekkengod the MAP MP

    i have a lot of poems i wrote. i was really into it about a year ago when all the drama was prevelant. i'm gonna try to post them all but i don't have 4 hours to spend typing at the moment, maybe thursday.
     
  11. Splush

    Splush Valued Member

    The Lost Warrior

    Rata Tat Tap.
    His bruised fist smack.

    Sweat, blood, tears.
    Try not to cry as he thinks of those troubling teenage years.

    His skin tough, life was always rough.
    Now he fights, fights to escape life.

    Fist of fury ready to unload.
    Get caught in the impact and you'll explode.

    Eyes keen, body trained and lean.
    Nice guy but his temper is mean.

    Combat ready, always up for a fight.
    An aggressive street warrior of the night.

    Glory; Pride; He makes a living scrambling insides.
    Some have the courage to fight, others run and hide.

    His worst adversary is unexpected to everybody.
    The mysterious candidate is HE.
     
  12. shotokanwarrior

    shotokanwarrior I am the One

    Hey Kinjiro Tsukasa...I reeeallly dig your stuff. I had to analyse a poem for my Junior Cert last year so I did Warrior Spirit Rising from the Ashes. That one is my favourite one ever, it's really beautiful and I can identify with it.

    I write poetry, I'm currently working on one and trying ti find a line that scans. That's all, one line...does anyone want to help me?
     
  13. Kinjiro Tsukasa

    Kinjiro Tsukasa I'm hungry; got troll? Supporter

    I can try -- you can PM it to me if you want (I'll be offline tomorrow, so might not get back to you immediately).

    And thank you for the kind words! :)
     
  14. Sgt_Major

    Sgt_Major Ex Global Mod Supporter

    Just wrote this one there for you all.

    You hit me, I'll bounce back.
    Throw me down, I'll get up.
    Kick me, I'll return.

    You cannot beat me, I have beaten myself
    If I do not care, how can you win?
    If I refuse to stay down, can you rise?
    How many times will you knock me down?
    Before you realise the inevitable,
    That no matter what you do to me,
    I have done worse to myself many times.

    When you can see me in that light
    You will see the truth that was hidden.
    I have lost, am lost, will lose forever
    Because my enemy is not you, its me.
     
  15. Sgt_Major

    Sgt_Major Ex Global Mod Supporter

    Some of my older ones...... Ive emailed them in to you YODA. Hope you got them, but Ill fire them in here anyhooo.....

    A flame within me burns
    A fire of blood and tears
    Baptism of pain awaits for
    Those who enter in

    Two alone can pass untouched
    You and I alone can walk
    Through the fire unburned

    The pain you will never feel
    I take it unto me, for you
    Deserve more than I can
    Ever give to you
    But I bring you a gift of life
    I bring you my life

    ***********************

    All enjoy Christmas time
    Eating turkey, drinking wine
    On TV there's stupid mime
    Of Santa Claus, not a sign
    Trees and baubles and shiny stuff
    What’s the purpose of belly button fluff?
    Girls get toys
    Footballs for boys
    Mittens for kids
    Saucepans got no lids
    People eating loads of snacks
    Crisps come in family packs

    *****************************

    Leaving town, a pack on my back
    Hitting the road, may never come back
    Longing to be a part of something
    All I feel is a sense of nothing
    No idea as to where I’m going
    Or to the number of seeds I’m sowing
    Till my path reaches the end
    To you, all my love I will send
    My trip will end one dark day
    Then I can finally say,
    Whether I was good or bad,
    Will I die happy or sad?

    **************************

    Life blows at the best of times
    Anger, fear, suspicion and hate
    Everyone’s the same, no one different
    I can’t cope with all this inside
    To get it out what can I do?
    Why should I take advice from you?
    To cut, to bleed, to kill, to die
    Which is the best to rest awhile?
    Longing for peace within myself
    Not for a miracle, but a friend who cares
    Not for a reason to live or die
    But for someone I can give my life
    Don’t want death, too scared to die
    Don’t want life, too afraid to live
    What can I do to ease the pain?
    Whatever I do, who’s gonna gain?

    *******************************

    Looks kill and words hurt
    People know not the power
    They hold but cannot use
    Lacking the spark that will
    Ignite a passion in the world

    We stumble and fall, looking
    Always looking for that spark
    We know not what we seek
    But seek we must

    Driven by the unseen
    Compelled by the unknown
    We stumble and fall, searching
    For that which we can never find

    ***********************************

    Love and hate, a fine line divides
    Joy and fear are on both sides
    Both these emotions its opposite hides
    One gives joy, the other pain,
    There is from each, a different gain
    Both pulsating through my brain

    ******************************

    Screaming is all I hear in this place
    Anguished tears fall like rain
    What on earth can cause such pain?
    Where am I? This place is familiar
    Yet I seem to know it not
    Pictures and images appear and are gone
    Half recognised, I see so much,
    Yet know so little, confused, alone,
    Afraid I realise the screaming
    Is my own

    ***********************************

    The ghosts and the darkness
    Follow me all my days
    Neither can I harness
    They won’t teach me their ways

    I long to learn of their past
    Those who always haunt me
    So I can be free at last
    Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be free

    **********************************

    When you believe in yourself
    There is nothing that cant be gained
    If you want it, and truly believe
    Nothing can stand in your way
    Beware those who think they believe
    You I pity, for there is no one
    To teach you how to believe
    That must come from you alone
    So, have a care; don’t reach too high
    The sun can only be touched
    By those who believe

    ********************************

    Your image keeps me through the night
    You’re all that keeps me through the day
    I still see you though you’re not in sight
    It’s as if you never went away
    Why did you leave me here all alone?
    Could you not see how much I cared?
    Now I must struggle on my own
    Until the Lord calls me Home
    There I hope that you will be
    Thy face again I want to see
    Your image keeps me through the night
    You’re all that keeps me through the day


    22.04.95
    R.I.P Adrian

    ************************************************

    Don’t look at me with pity on your face
    I don’t need it, I need understanding
    Try to put yourself in my shoes one time
    Try for once to live the life of a failure
    See if you can make it fit on your soul
    It raped mine so many times you eventually won

    You burn out my eyes with looks of sadness
    Your pity is not wanted in this place
    Why can’t you just leave me with my pain?
    I can fight with it in the darkness alone
    Knowing I won’t win, I still have to try
    Struggling with it, your pity only fuels it

    But that’s just the way it is with you
    You wake up in the morning with a smile
    You don’t need to fight back the tears
    Wonder if live worth living another day
    Or will I just make it easy and blast myself
    You cant tell me what I’m meant to do

    *********************************************************

    An ode to pain

    For all the times I've died
    For all the times you lied
    For every time you made me cry
    I have suffered the loss again

    Crushed by your constant oppression
    Always shackled, never to be free again
    Spreading the disease of complacency
    Killing me with your self-indulgence

    Why do you always hate me so much?
    When I die will I be thinking of you?
    Or will I find a pleasant memory
    To guide me past the barrier you set

    They say that time will make you fade
    But I've counted the seconds and minutes pass
    And as the days pass you draw nearer to my brain
    My defences fall and you take complete command

    **********************************************************

    Every day brings the bell tower closer,
    Every fake smile adds a bullet to the gun,
    Every error brings another target in sight.

    Condescending, patronising people will fall,
    All the pillars of normality will crumble,
    The lonely at last shall rise, and control.

    Bound, enslaved and tortured is our soul,
    Tied to the rhyme of sense and reason,
    Smoothered in our own loss of sensation.

    Everything I wanted to be is past and gone,
    Gripped in your fists my future lies,
    My life sliding from my bloodied hand.

    Chorus:

    I've drowned in the sea of persistent failure
    Gasping for breath, as the waves billow over
    Passing the edge hands failed to hold me
    Into darkness I fell, passed from light
    Who noticed the passing of a lonely soul?
     
  16. Splush

    Splush Valued Member

    EDITED VERSION


    The Nature of a Lost Warrior

    Rata Rat Tap
    His bruised fist smacks.

    Sweat, blood, tears.
    Try’s not to cry as he thinks of those troubling teenage years.

    His skin tough, life was always rough.
    Now he fights, fights to escape life.

    Fist of fury ready to unload.
    Get caught in the impact and you’ll explode.

    Eyes keen, body trained and lean.
    Nice guy but his temper is mean.

    Combat ready, always up for a fight.
    An aggressive street warrior of the night.

    Glory; Pride; He makes a living scrambling insides.
    Some have the courage to fight, others run and hide.

    His worst enemy is unexpected to everybody.
    The mysterious adversary is HE.
     
  17. shotokanwarrior

    shotokanwarrior I am the One

    This will probably get nothing but prejudice and dismissal because of my age, but I'll post it anyway.

    You tore down a face of dark glass as I tried to believe.
    My savage resolve is torn open to gelatinous nerves
    My strength is gone to incarnadine helplessness
    Heart ripped out, dark viscera glistening open
    Soul shattered to the marrow, blood stripped of its scarlet rage.

    Another one, less dolorous (is that a word???)

    Little disc of water
    infused with red light
    you glittered
    against the haemorrhaged black city sky
    you died so fast
    scythed down
    by cold clinical windscreen wipers
    no one knew you
    but indifferent molecules of glass
    and there will never
    be another one like you.
     
  18. Timmy Boy

    Timmy Boy Man on a Mission

    Battle at Sea

    A serpent of the nether world,
    A titan of the sea;
    Defying gales and Mjollnir’s touch,
    Regaled in blasphemy.

    The challenger from distant lands,
    An iron dragon roared;
    Breathing fire and spitting death
    At all who leave the shore.

    The two engaged at distance first,
    With blood, and sweat, and heart;
    While mortal lackeys slaved away,
    The ocean tore apart.

    When cannons failed and flags remained,
    The monsters bared their jaws;
    The dragon clenched its iron fist,
    Adorned with iron claws.

    The impact smashed the serpent’s skull -
    Repulsed, it sank beneath;
    The dragon roared in ecstasy
    And rinsed its iron teeth.

    Soon, Poseidon calmed his rage,
    As water’s hate subdued;
    No sign to tell the ignorant
    Of battle that ensued.​
     
  19. mr_vodka

    mr_vodka New Member

    fun, fun...

    I have an idea...

    I'll post first two lines of a haiku and you write the last one. I will say what I want to say with that haiku.
    I think it could be fun :)

    A cheery blossom
    Under a sycamore tree
    <your line>

    The lyrical character in the haiku is different than other thus he feels misfit. :)

    Waiting for the third line! The best one will get a wooden token from me :p
     
  20. Sgt_Major

    Sgt_Major Ex Global Mod Supporter

    Often smells much sweeter than thee


    :D :p
     

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