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This forum is getting stodgy again. So lets do something creative. Post your best poem you've eve
Teala
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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! 
Comments
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...
the poem reads good well whats your theme?
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?
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
Your argument is like a two legged dog with an eating disorder...weak and unbalanced.
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.
Your argument is like a two legged dog with an eating disorder...weak and unbalanced.
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.
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.
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.
Your argument is like a two legged dog with an eating disorder...weak and unbalanced.
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.
The last poem I wrote was over 45 years ago. Something about spring and trees wearing blouses.
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.
No required quests! And if I decide I want to be an assassin-cartographer-dancer-pastry chef who lives only to stalk and kill interior decorators, then that's who I want to be, even if it takes me four years to max all the skills and everyone else thinks I'm freaking nuts. -Madimorga-
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.
People don't ask questions to get answers - they ask questions to show how smart they are. - Dogbert
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.
BOYCOTTING EA / ORIGIN going forward.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
You look like an asshole
and smell like one too.
O_o o_O
Lol, I vote this for the best one! XD
Tho somehow I doubt it was really written by you the first place.
People don't ask questions to get answers - they ask questions to show how smart they are. - Dogbert
Dear Poetry,
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.
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
I forgot that you were such an old fart.
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.
-In memory of Laura "Taera" Genender. Passed away on Aug/13/08-
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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.
We're all Geniuses. Most of us just don't know it.
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.
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!!!!
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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 :-)
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