This forum is getting stodgy again. So lets do something creative. Post your best poem you've eve

Teala

Beware the Beast - by moi!

I have a story I must share,

with those who'll listen,

those who care.

Many came before you just like me,

writers and poets,

you aspire to be.

As you quest for fame and glory,

remember this poem's,

words of warning.

There is nothing more for you to write,

that's not already been written,

on some dark dreary night.

So put away your paper and ink,

or forever more,

into madness you'll sink.

How will you know if this story is true,

because I was a writer,

just like you.

And just like you I searched my mind,

for a few precious words,

to create a new rhyme.

But little did I know what was hidden there,

so my last gift to you,

is the word - beware.

For lingering deep within your soul,

you'll find a demon,

you can't control.

A word-wielding beast that must be fed,

who'll keep on feeding,

long after you're dead.

So feed him you must this hungry beast,

so many words of ink,

does he feast.

He will never give up, he'll never relent,

he is not a muse,

from hell he was sent!

He does not use whips nor chains,

his tools of torture,

sweat, tears, and pain.

I've fed this beast my very best,

and to this day,

I still can't rest.

So beware this beast I know so well,

for all these words,

were forged in hell.

 

Yes I wrote this...so there.  nyah! 

Theutus

For loves lost in demondim, the eternal spawn of evil reign with ironfist he rules.

With those of hate and shadowed thought, brought forth in front of him.

His ways are ways which are forgotten, as with spirit within.

To fight a war of questionable worth, of enemies unseen.

Those unknown amongst us, ruling all and breaking rule.

"Who will help us, who will rule us?" we cried through darkened light,

and none alone knew an answer.

For loves lost in demondim, the eternal spawn of evil reign with ironfist he ruled,

and cried.

 

written in '92 when I was 17...

duckcount

the poem reads good well whats your theme?

Wolfenpride

People who can write poetry continue to amaze me, i've attempted it, but I am a complete failure at making words rhyme with a serious tone or meaning. The message I might want to send in a piece seems very clear and deep in my head, but I can never manage to put it into clever or sensible/meaningful words.

Best line i've wrote is like

"the dog got lost,

in the bog,

oh god."

therefore I have no real contribution unfortunately, but I must ask how you people do it?

 

Draenor

Lord, listen to the cries of the pained

Of my mournful muse;

And grant me grace that I may tend,

but guard me, lest I confuse.

O grant me peace and give such to her

In times, need of naught

But a listener to sorrow and grief

Oh Lord how I have fought.

And fight for her and many before,

In hope they’ll be free

Or perhaps for some selfish want of mine:

In hope they’ll come to me.

Yet as I look into tortured eyes

My soul cannot help but weep.

A by-stander now, my living curse

That she hath joined the sheep.

Oh to eat the cancer that has consumed

This place, and your flock.

I fear my words fall on deaf ears today,

Gifts given to be mocked.

Yet for small chance, I stay and fight

For her and for the soul,

If glimmer is there, it may someday be flame

Though for now all is cold

It is where I seem to take my rest,

Here in this bed of grief,

Yet no other way would give me peace

So I hold to this belief.

Belief that someday she’ll return

To what we had built,

Not built perhaps, but were building,

And lift my sense of guilt

But every passing day, I see those mourning eyes

And every passing day, I feel my soul – it dies

 

Teala

Draenor that was deep and I suspect is you writing about your own pain you felt for someone very, very, very close to you.    Thank you for sharing that with us.

Draenor

Originally posted by Teala


Draenor that was deep and I suspect is you writing about your own pain you felt for someone very, very, very close to you.    Thank you for sharing that with us.

 

Indeed...though I don't know if it's my best...There are only three or four poems (depending on how self depricating I am feeling) that I've written that I feel are really good...One of which I just finished a few days ago and I'm still tweaking...I would have posted that one but it's too new and I'd like to give it to my friend first.

Teala

OK going to lighten the mood a bit with yet another of my poems.   Keep this one close, for those stormy nights, when the powers out, and have no lights.

 

This one is called...

Nightmares by me.

Thundering, thundering

On fiery hooves

the black beasts come.

Their hearts pounding

like ten thousand drums.

Traveling through

the darkest of night.

Eyes a glowing

and full of fright.

Visions of terror

do they bestow.

Upon your mind

upon your soul.

Lost in the covers

of your bed.

Ghoulish forms

take shape in your head.

Tossing and turning

through the night.

Shaking and shuddering

such dreadful sights.

You can take no more

this horrific dream.

The thick air pierced

by a fear filled scream.

Away they go

those wicked steeds.

Finished they are

with their evil deed.

Your body rises

in a rush.

Eyes fly open

heart feels crushed.

Your shoulders tremble

hands they quake.

And you thank God

that you're awake.

Lost in the moment

into emptiness you stare.

The darkness still glows

from the ghosts of Nightmares.

Teala

Originally posted by Draenor

Originally posted by Teala


Draenor that was deep and I suspect is you writing about your own pain you felt for someone very, very, very close to you.    Thank you for sharing that with us.

 

Indeed...though I don't know if it's my best...There are only three or four poems (depending on how self depricating I am feeling) that I've written that I feel are really good...One of which I just finished a few days ago and I'm still tweaking...I would have posted that one but it's too new and I'd like to give it to my friend first.

I do the same thing.  I'll write something and then tweak it over a period of days until it feels right. 

Draenor

Originally posted by Teala

Originally posted by Draenor

Originally posted by Teala


Draenor that was deep and I suspect is you writing about your own pain you felt for someone very, very, very close to you.    Thank you for sharing that with us.

 

Indeed...though I don't know if it's my best...There are only three or four poems (depending on how self depricating I am feeling) that I've written that I feel are really good...One of which I just finished a few days ago and I'm still tweaking...I would have posted that one but it's too new and I'd like to give it to my friend first.

I do the same thing.  I'll write something and then tweak it over a period of days until it feels right. 

 

It usually takes me a few weeks to feel like something is worthwhile...with the one that I just wrote I found myself changing very little...I don't know if it's because it arrived fully realized, or because I'm so used to reading it in its proper meter that I can't be objective about it...I told a friend that she could read it...the trouble is, I didn't tell her that I wrote it about her haha...she's smart enough to figure it out too...kinda scary ><

 

ps.  I like what you did with Nightmares...even though you use really short lines, the imagery is still strong, and that's not easy to do when you're not saying much.

Teala

In case you guys have any ideas of kyping my poetry...don't bother it is all ready published works and all copy written works. 

Grunty

The last poem I wrote was over 45 years ago. Something about spring and trees wearing blouses.

Illius

Just wanted to chime in and say that "Nightmares" was pretty good if you ask me.  Great immagry and I'm not sure if this is the right way to say it but the pace of it is really nice too.

I have yet to write anything like this.  I just have never attempted it and I don't think I've yet been in the proper mood to do so.

Elikal

I went to you

I went to my mother

When I was sad, she told me this and that

I was silent and listened

She told me how sensible I am

She does not know me.

I went to my father

When I was in need, he told me this and that

I asked and questioned

He told me how strong I am

He does not know me.

I went to my sister

When I felt alone, she told me this and that

I listened and spoke

She told me how different from everyone I am

She does not know me.

I went to my best friend

When I was clueless, he told me this and that

I listened and replied

He told me how uncompromising I am

He does not know me.

I went to my best female friend.

When I was full of news, she told me this and that

I said I havent heard from you

She told me you don’t want to know such trivial things anyway

She does not know me.

I went to my other friend

When I was seeking company, he told me this and that

I said, lets go somewhere

He told me you prefer to stay at home usually

He does not know me.

I went to my God the Creator

When I was praying, he told me this and that

I said I am seeking a way

He gave me a crown that does not fit me

He does not know me.

I went to my Beloved

When I stood before him, he said nothing

He took me in his embrace

Where he is I want to be

Because he knows me.

 

 

It is, of course, a translation; I dont write my poems originally in English.

DeaconX

I was extremely broken hearted, strumming my guitar, this is just what came out... I did it in no time and didn't care how it 'looked' I just wanted it out of me.

Bigdavo

Roses are red

Violets are blue

You look like an asshole

and smell like one too.

 

Elikal

Originally posted by Bigdavo


Roses are red
Violets are blue
You look like an asshole
and smell like one too.
 

 

Lol, I vote this for the best one! XD

Tho somehow I doubt it was really written by you the first place.

Laserwolf

 

        Dear Poetry,

• Dear Poetry your words are a picture,
• a picture of love, a picture of imagination.
• Many have tried, many have failed.
• You have tried, and you succeeded.
• You're a place in everyone's heart where
• the warmth of a fire begins to sparkle and eternity
• fails to begin. You are youth, and to this I am thankful.

 

Had to do this one in a 5th grade English class. We had to write a poem in the form of a letter to something or someone. I thought I was pretty clever addressing it to poetry while the other kids were writing to baseball and pizza. I was such a smart child.

onceloving

Long Distance Relationships - A Poem

I'd circle the world to see you smile

I'd walk the seas to hear your voice

I'd overcome the distance between us

because to me it's just a choice

I'd stay up all night talking

I'd comfort you through the phone

I'd drive all day just to leave again

just so you wouldn't have to feel alone

I'd be able to always describe your beauty

all I would have to do is close my eyes

I'd leave you with a simple promise

no more tears, no more lies

I'd do anything to make a difference

I really believe in true love and romance

I'd be willing to start right away

All you have to do is give me a chance

Xexima

Originally posted by grunty


The last poem I wrote was over 45 years ago. Something about spring and trees wearing blouses.

 

I forgot that you were such an old fart.

Rikimaru_X

I would love to, because I love to do poetry. I write about 22 poems every 3 days on average. I would love to post it, but last time I post my love poems I find people claming them as their own. the damn internet. I plan on publishing a 300 page book of poetry.

Man1ac

Lol Teala, you copied my idea but changed it slightly The following poem sucks btw.

Silence

Is it for attention?

Is it awkward?

Is it for respect?

Is it peaceful?

Whatever it is for...

...It is for something.

Teala

Poets we must be!   I love poetry.   Next to dancing and art, poetry has a special place in heart.   OMG see, I cannot help writing poetry.   It's in my heart, in my soul and I just love to share it with thee!  lol

Poetry rocks!  So you know what...I'm going to share another with all of you.  Hope you like it.   It was from my darker days.  Days when I was very ill.   I was young, and did some seriously bad things, and my drug habit had taken me to a place none should ever have to go.  

 

Edge of Forever - by me again,

Standing on the edge of forever

Staring into the abyss

Nothing seems to matter

There is nothing left you'll miss

Standing on the edge of forever

Lost in a sea of dreams

Guarded by your nightmares

If only they'd heard your screams

Standing on the edge of forever

You watch your life go by

Why wouldn't they listen

A tear falls from your eye

Standing on the edge of forever

Everything seems so unreal

Life to you has no meaning

When pain is all you can feel

Standing on the edge of forever

You've had all you can take

Eyes closed tight you take a step

And learn why they call it fate

 

It's amazing what one can write when they are under a lot of stress isn't it.   

Ichben

Originally posted by Draenor


Lord, listen to the cries of the pained

Of my mournful muse;

And grant me grace that I may tend,

but guard me, lest I confuse.

O grant me peace and give such to her

In times, need of naught

But a listener to sorrow and grief

Oh Lord how I have fought.

And fight for her and many before,

In hope they’ll be free

Or perhaps for some selfish want of mine:

In hope they’ll come to me.

Yet as I look into tortured eyes

My soul cannot help but weep.

A by-stander now, my living curse

That she hath joined the sheep.

Oh to eat the cancer that has consumed

This place, and your flock.

I fear my words fall on deaf ears today,

Gifts given to be mocked.

Yet for small chance, I stay and fight

For her and for the soul,

If glimmer is there, it may someday be flame

Though for now all is cold

It is where I seem to take my rest,

Here in this bed of grief,

Yet no other way would give me peace

So I hold to this belief.

Belief that someday she’ll return

To what we had built,

Not built perhaps, but were building,

And lift my sense of guilt

But every passing day, I see those mourning eyes

And every passing day, I feel my soul – it dies

 

 

Very nice Draenor, very nice indeed. I can tell you got in a rhythm near the middle of your piece. Well done my friend, well done. Give us another one man, come on brother don't be shy, give us more!!!!

Ichben Einberliner

 

Ichben

Originally posted by Teala


Beware the Beast - by moi!
I have a story I must share,

with those who'll listen,

those who care.
Many came before you just like me,

writers and poets,

you aspire to be.
As you quest for fame and glory,

remember this poem's,

words of warning.
There is nothing more for you to write,

that's not already been written,

on some dark dreary night.
So put away your paper and ink,

or forever more,

into madness you'll sink.
How will you know if this story is true,

because I was a writer,

just like you.
And just like you I searched my mind,

for a few precious words,

to create a new rhyme.
But little did I know what was hidden there,

so my last gift to you,

is the word - beware.
For lingering deep within your soul,

you'll find a demon,

you can't control.
A word-wielding beast that must be fed,

who'll keep on feeding,

long after you're dead.
So feed him you must this hungry beast,

so many words of ink,

does he feast.
He will never give up, he'll never relent,

he is not a muse,

from hell he was sent!
He does not use whips nor chains,

his tools of torture,

sweat, tears, and pain.
I've fed this beast my very best,

and to this day,

I still can't rest.
So beware this beast I know so well,

for all these words,

were forged in hell.
 
Yes I wrote this...so there.  nyah! 

 

All I've got to say is I would not want to run into that beast in a dark alley. lol

Well done Teala, I am a big fan of the written word and to see such beauty put down on paper with pen is simply a joy to behold and witness. Trust me my dear, i will continue to feed the beast, your monster will not go hungry :-)

Ichben Einberliner