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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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!
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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