ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Share Posted March 16, 2002 Yep post your own at 1 per message. That way we can tell where one ends and one begins. And here I begin with a poem I just wrote froma friend's POV.This is written because it was inspired by a friend's true love for her boyfriend.The warmth is so great.To find comfort in him.One who may become my mate.For the sorrow at being apart.Goes through the my heart.Like a poisoned dart.The pain and anguish.Rain with sadness.In my heart.Yet I do know.That he will always be there for me.Even if I hide amongst the tree.One day it will happen.That I know.One day, maybe in the snow.We will confess our deepest love.And get engaged, ring on a dove.Then we will be married at last.And we shall forget the past.We will have fights and quarrels.But they shall not last.Love is perfect.Love is true.The only one I wish to be with is you.(Ok Sallia does that pretty much describe how you feel about Will, from your point of view?) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 (ok before you read any of my poems I am posting them as I copy them from my site...in reverse order. I just want to warn you that my darkest writings are in these poems. That first poem is the only love poem I have ever done.)Another Poem: UntitledWoe to us all for the ace has fallen, the Hunters approach at dawn. The fear has spread like a cancer, and yet I have none. The apathy in me is high, and I can only try, to regan my soul on this day, for this I do pray. If I may, I will say, that I will pay for this transgression, even if it is possession. Darkness had swallowed me once again, but now I see it and fight it, for I have no other choice in this war... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 We live in a world of strife,remember to hold onto life.For it is what we must choose,or it is what we shall lose,unless everything is all just a ruse. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 (Another little note thing that is, umm some of my poem's can be a little sensual if u read subtext, please do not be offended.)Another Poem: TemptationTemptation.It can mean so many things.It can mean sex.It can mean drugs.It can mean certain other things that are wrong.Temptation.It is so silky and slick.It feels so alluring.It feeds us the darkness we dare not let into our souls.It tells us everything will be fine.It tells us to do what we want.It feels more intamate than any sensual expierience.It knows your every desire.It knows your every whim.It knows your every dream.It knows that you will give in.It knows you will accept it.And it knows you will accept him.Lucifer, oh Prince of Darkness you think we do not know it is you.We know oh Dark one, and we want to reject you.It is impossible to though, unless we try something new.Something you doubt we will, because it involves not selling our souls to you.We hear you whispering in our ears not to do it, to spend eternity with you.To spend eternity in hell.Yet we know that we can accept Christ into our hearts.We know he can forgive all of our sins.That he will forgive us, and that we know and show that his son died for us.On a cross, so full of pain, that was where Jesus was slain, yet he rose again, to forgive our sin.We know when we accept him that you will attack us, try to turn us, but once you've become one of God's Children there is no turning back.Eternity is eternity Lucifer, live with it. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Acriku Posted March 16, 2002 Share Posted March 16, 2002 Poetry rules... ;DMy first one:The Dead-End SilenceAs I lay in my deathbed, sound asleepDreaming of my outcome, so clear and deep.As I awaken to witness the death of my lifeI wish to go back asleep, to flourish in the mirrors of life.As I close my eyes for the last time facing the beast of deathTime itself slows down, bringing me to my last breath.I turn my head and see my life before my eyesI turn my head once again, turning away from all the lies.My energy quickly diminishing, soon becoming inertI wish my life would soon revert.But I let nature take its course, and accepted the darkness creeping inHoping to be forgiven for every lie, every sin.My heart stops, and my life comes to an endAnd I see my soul towards life and heaven’s bend Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 Another Poem: DesperateI'm desperate for freedom.Freedom from my neighbors,who deal the drugs,who the police do nothing about.Freedom from the endless cycle of pain at school,the taunting,the teasing.Freedom from the nightmares,that haunt me each night.Freedom from the world,from its evils,its wars.Freedom from the grip of temptation,its silky smooth voice,urging me forward, to do that which I should not,but what attracts us all,in an almost sensual grip.Freedom from the pain,the pain of life,the life which we all face. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Acriku Posted March 16, 2002 Share Posted March 16, 2002 My second one:Life's EternityThe days became years became eternity upon LifeWhen Evil bore a new face to the Forces,Then the Eternal Light shined down upon the Earth from the HeavensThen began gracefully so, toward Destiny in the skies and below.Taken upon the form of a lordly King, it touched the ground of Precious LifeAnd tasted the sweet percussion of life beating its drums of endearment,With the horns reaching the stars with its sounds, Evil took its placeCasting a shadow over the skies, Evil had mercilessly darkened the Eternal Light and its creation.Hell then lifted from its profound caverns, wreaking havoc upon the Earth and the HeavensBalls of fire shot down, destroying the creation of the Eternal Light that is Life,It is then that the Eternal Light mightily rose from the great depths from which Evil cannot bearAnd joined with the last force that was not to be destroyed by Fate - Nature.The last two forces from which the Fate of the Earth and the Heavens depend on drew slowly towards EvilAnd in its truest, yet newest form it still did not compel the two forces to turn course,Even still the forces stayed true to their path, to their Fate, for that is the only thing to depend on for victoryAs the forces drew nearer to the Evil that held such malignity towards Life, hope sprouted wherever the Forces may be.The forces then were divided by Instinct, and cornered Hell to its core, ebbing to its abysmal originThe two forces hence combined for the last time, starting the end of their Destiny,And they started from which they stopped, towards the destruction of EvilAnd towards the resurrection of all Life.Evil let loose all of its craft, but still no match for the forces that protected the realmsStill the two forces flew towards Evil - faster now, for the confidence in Life was overbearing,Finally Evil released all its anguish and hate into one bellow of abhorrence, howling for no mercyThe two forces then flew through the presence of Evil in which it could not bare, the ruination of Evil has begun and ended.The hope that once fed the two forces grew into a mighty Tree that is to be the Giver of LifeThe Great Tree let go the seeds of Hope, and Life grew, regaining what is great of the Earth,When the force of Nature settled into the Wonderful Tree, and the Eternal Light set its place in the HeavensAll was righteous in the two worlds, Heaven and the Earth, and all was...Destiny. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 (Good one Acriku, very deep!)Another Poem: UntitledI walk through the mist. To where I do not know.All I have to show is my faith.That the path will be in front of me.Should I stray I will find it again.Nay shall I ever be conquered by evil again. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Acriku Posted March 16, 2002 Share Posted March 16, 2002 My third one:(Thanks dude!)The War With No EndsThe drummers beating the skulls throughout the landAnd the spears began to flood the army of men,Time would cease and it will come to one side at handWhile the dark fog of destiny would co-exist with the cloud of sin.The war cries were carried throughout the world filled with deathAnd were slowly diminishing never to be heard again,With many dead, and many dying, many take their last breathWhile fighting for freedom and for the respect of all men.As the battle fulfills its hunger for death and warThe cries die out, bringing an eerie silence amongst the alive,But this did not stop the warriors, the warriors of warAnd they slowly died in honor, and feared dawn would not arrive.The battle may be finished, no more death to be brought upon yetBut the war will seem to never cease, and the world will forever be fighting,For that is what destiny does, and that is what it will do, and that is what it will letThe battle would not be forgotten, for it will be forever engraved in writing.The side that diminished the other, kneeled at the feet of the deadFor till the end was when they realized what they had done,With the land flooded with a sea of bodies, and the sand drenched redAmong the enemy they saw their own kin, and found that no one had really won. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 Poem: Darkness Overwhelming LightDarkness overwhelming light.That is what I see,when I look at my world.Darkness overwhelming light.That is what I see,when I look at the hatred and anger in my friends' eyes.Darkness overwhelming light.That is what I see,when I watch the sunset.For in this world we live in,the light is flickering,as people continue bickering.The light continues its march to extinction,at a faster pace,thanks to the human race.The light continues to fade,as the US Military accidently bombs Afghan Civilians,and as they die senselessly and without reason.The light grows even dimmer,as the boiling pot begins to simmer,and then the light flares one last time.The light flares,it illuminates the area,but dies down again.It grows weaker,as the evil acts increase,as the hate continues to build.The light is nearly out now, its glow barely visible,darkness overwhelms light.(I really don't understand what the Light is. It takes so many meanings such as good, truth, justice, and most importantly...Hope.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 Poem: Visions IIHe was a mean looking man.He had no straight teeth,he ate lots of meat.He was a mean looking man.He busted through the locked door,heading for my mother.His butt was mine,or so I thought,wrongly so.I threw myself at him,head driving for the vulnerable throat.He caught me.He gave me a hard punch to the spine,I went down, paralized.Then he raped my mother in my view.It made me spew.Then he turned to me and spit with contempt,in my face, spittle leaving a trace.He then delivered one quick blow.The pain was intense for one moment,then the darkness overwhelmed the light.(Another one of my nightmares which deserved a poem of its own. It was so vivid that I awoke screaming with pain, even though you aren't supposed to feel pain in dreams. I went into the bathroom at 4:30AM when I calmed down enough to walk and took a bath until everyone was up. The water may have soothed my emotions temporarily, but it cannot sooth my turmoiled and ravaged soul. That nightmare, now in poem form here has been the reason I have gotten 3 hours of sleep in the past 36-48 hours.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 Poem: VisionsWhy these dreams and visions?Why the images of death?Why the destruction?Why the feelings?They send me reeling.Why do they haunt me...Day and night...Is anything still right?I try to gather my might,To fight the encroaching sight.Yet I fall asleep still.Only to find myself in a mill...of visions that rock my soul. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 (This was written 8 hours and 45 minutes before a plane crashed into a neighborhood in Queens in New York City. Which is why it freaks me out)Poem: Final MomentsWhen will they come Lord?My final moments.WIll they peaceful?At the end of a long life?Will they come early in my school?That would not be cool.Will they come in a fight for freedom?WIll they come by accident?When they do come...Will I be ready or will I not.When they come, will I face them meekly...and weakly or bravely?In the end whose side will I be part of...the darkness or the light? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 Poem: I Watch and Listen.I watch and listen.I watch the trees sway in the wind.I listen to the rustling leaves.I watch and listen.I watch the birds fly through the ethereal tree limbs.I listen to their melodous sound.I watch and listen.I watch the stream bubble by.I listen to the rushing and gurgling sound.I watch and listen.I watch the salmon swim mightily against the current.I listen to the splashes of their valiant sturggle.I watch and listen.I watch the dear graze nearby.I listen to the popping twigs.I watch the moon so full in the sky above.I feel the dirt between my toes.I listen to the sounds of nature.(What can I say a week in the woods is relaxing.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 Poem: Death of a TyrantI watch as he walks in.Not even looking at any of the men.I cannot stand him anymore.I hate him to his very core.I can stand his tyranny no more.I draw my blade and notice how the light reflects.I know he believes us all rejects.I know the others follow my lead and they take heed.I slash my dear Tyrant friend.Soon the day is at an end.I hope at the end of everything we will mend...Our sin.(We're doing independent and group projects for Julius Ceaser in school. This is my independent project. The group project is Survivor:Ceaser addition.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 Poem: Walk the HallsI walk the halls.I see all the people laughing and talking.I watch them, not knowing the horrors to come.I walk the halls.I head into study hall sleepily.I do not realize the horrors yet to come.I walk the halls.I listen bored.I hear gunshots, now knowing horror.I walk the halls.I run for a place to hide.I see the person beside me go down, blood flowing freely from his head.I walk the halls.I hide in a janitor's closet waiting until the horror ends.I no longer hear gunshots and believe the horror is over, but it is only begining.I walk the halls.I see so many of my friends and my tormentors dead.I hear the cries of the wounded.I walk the halls.I cry at the sight of them bathed in blood.I vow to myself," never again."I walk the halls.I never saw the killer's face but I know it was my friend.I walk numbly into my parents' scared yet loving embrace.I walk the halls.I'm in the halll at home and turn on the television.I see the news report on the shooting and see my friend's face, he is the shooter.I walk the halls.I know that no one could take his place.I know whenever I shut my eyes I'll see his face and fear it.I walk the halls one last time.I hear my name and head up to the podium.I recieve my diploma with a tear and no cheer.I will walk the halls no more.I sit back down and glance toward the special section.I know the section is was for those who died before they could graduate.I walk down the halls one last time and leave the school.I glance back with a tear in my eye.I cry for one last time.I walk the halls no longer.I have not cried about it since.I may now because it is time for my high school reunion.(Author's note: This is based on a nightmare I had that I remember every detail of that I put into poem form. I'd like to dedicate this poem to Rachel Scott and every other person who has died or been injured in and act of school violence. I hope everyone who reads this is inspired to stop school violence forever.) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 Poem: Children of SomeoneWe are all children of someone.Are we children of good?If so, does good exist?We are all children of someone.Are we children of chaos?Once I create chaos I thirst for it.We are all children of someone.Are we children of pity?Do we pity those who need it?We are all children of someone.Are we children of evil?If so, what is evil?We are all children of someone.Are children of darkness or of light?I don't know which I am anymore. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 16, 2002 Author Share Posted March 16, 2002 Poem: Embracing DarknessI have fallen into the abyss. The darkness has embraced me...consumed me and has deposited me in its womb. As I sit in the darkness I wonder. I wonder how long it will be before my soul is changed forever. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 17, 2002 Author Share Posted March 17, 2002 Poem: The Thin LineI walk a thin line.The line of fear.The line of violence.The line of rage.I walk a thin line.The line of fire.The line of death.The line of hate.I walk a thin line.The line of darkness.The line of light fighting the darkness.If I fall off the line into the abyss I will be consumed by the darkness and become its child. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 17, 2002 Author Share Posted March 17, 2002 My First Poem: FearI live in fear.Fear of guns confiscated from kids at school.Fear of the bomb threats.Fear of violence.Fear of when my best friend finally snaps and tries to kill someone.I live in fear.Fear of my neighbors...the local mafia.Fear of their son who I made an enemy of.Fear that one day they will come for me.I live in fear.Fear of the Middle East. Fear that one day the sands will run red with blood.Fear for the lives of the people there.I live in fear.Fear of America.Fear of the death traps our schools have become.Fear of going to school.Fear that I won't come home alive.I live in fear.Fear of death.Fear that the darkness will surround and take me into its womb.Fear of the Devil's plans.And fear of the world's fate. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 17, 2002 Author Share Posted March 17, 2002 (A poem by my friend Ashley)VisionsCalmnessSunlight falling through the treesFiltered on the warm, brown earthI'm floating, walking, out of these mysteriesOut onto a patchwork stone pathWhile a warm wind sways gently.The crystal waters, singing with the wind, with natureI feel complete, but why?Floating down the path, to the ancient bridgeOf rose quartz sand and greened copper, holding a million secretsMy mind is blankI feel relaxedI feel at home, but why?I feel intunedI feel connectedI feel deeper than I ever have before..Why?Stop in the middle, opening my sensesTurning aroundMirrors in the forests, reflecting the sunUnnatural.Panic!!Rush forth, branches grabbing out at meForked pathes reaching out to meJust going blindly to whereverThe lush green grass, tangled and strugglingRunning through a field, with my mind elsewhereWhat is this fountain, tall and stone-whitePale lavender shadows, solitary crescent moonMoonlight ribbons spilling from the topJoining with the water below, offsettingThe golden trees, unlike the green ones elsewhereHow do I know this place?!!Where can I find it??When will I find it, most importantly?Delving deep into my mindWho am I really?Forgetting There was LandUp above the cloudsSurrounded by the twilightDancing through the airHigh above the land I knewLooking down upon the citiesLights like thousands of jewelsIn a jewelry box, against black velvetBeads scattering from a broken necklaceI want to remain high above the windHolding onto these wings called "experience"I won't let any trouble steal me from my flightThe land below, illuminatedIn the moonlight's silver glowAided with the help of the starsI want to treasure this feeling foreverThe fireflies become my precious wingsSoaring through the night, upon the breezeThese are my wings, which I call "understanding"I never want to be taken down!I'm floating, I'm flyingLost among the cloudsHolding onto my precious wingsGuided by my emotionsThrough my mind, through paradiseFloating on the wind, forgetting there was landEven though dawn now approachesMelting away the midnight shadowsI won't let the loss of the moon and starsPin me to their drearinessI want to look at everythingThrough different eyesHolding onto these wings, called "boldness"I want to explore all the world!I'm floating, I'm flyingGone above the cloudsKeeping hold of my wings, everchangingThrough the days, never giving upLost upon the wind, forgetting there was landThe midday sun, burning with a vengeanceNo matter how hard it triesWon't make me fall to landLooking down at the gold-washed earthI want to treasure these visions, eternally!Holding onto these wings, named "hope"I will not let anyone steal my dreamsI want to explore all the galaxy!I'm floating, I'm flyingI'm gone, in the cloudsClinging to my wings, renamed "consciousness"Realizing that with courage, I won't fear anythingLost upon the breeze, forgetting there was landReappearing nightfallBeautiful, star-filled twilightMy wings of fireflies, reappearingAnother day has finally passedStill holding onto my wings, called "open-mindness"I'm going to explore all the universe, all my mindI'm floating, I'm flyingLost upon the breezeClosing my eyes, holding this moment close to meI'll always hold my wings, called "individualism"Exploring all the world, my mind, everything there isFloating upon the clouds, forgetting there was land. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 17, 2002 Author Share Posted March 17, 2002 (another ashley poem)Call to the PlanetFeeling incompleteSearching for another signThis sense of knowing something's out thereCalling to me, trying to pull me closer to it.If I could only understand the messageMore completelyI know that I'd be able to solve this puzzleRevealing what I've been searching for all alongIn my dreams, I'm always searching for itOn more than one ocassion, thoughMy soul has found it, in the depths of natureYet I can't seem to find it yet, not nowThis longing to be complete frustrates meI wish I could only understandTo be able to find this treasureThat bids me, through my dreams and soulThrough my mindI'll find it one dayLost in the forestsForgotten by every soul but my own...Am I the only one that it's been calling out to?Why?Did anyone else hear it's pleas?Feel it's tugging on their souls?Or was it only me, and why?What is it that I'm searching for?Asleep in the forests, is it to the east? The north?How will I know when I find it? Will it make itself evident within every part of my being?How long will it take to find this place, this thing?What will occur there?Confused, yet clarifiedI understand, but I can't quite grasp it.This feeling that takes all of my soul, trying to bid me forthTrying to find meOr is it make me find it?What will my future reveal?Will this place, this thing, always be concealedExcept to me? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 17, 2002 Author Share Posted March 17, 2002 (another ashley poem)My Darkest DaysNight throbs in my headPain pounds in my heartClouds hide the starsBlackness throughout the nightWith lightning, and rainDead, quiet timesInside, I know these areMy darkest daysDarkest nightsDarkest moon and sunHang from a thread of lightIt has begunMy darkest daysDarkest nightsDarkest truth and liesBut now the thread's dwindledSince no hope has comeTo save my lightless eyesLightless daysLightless nights...Thunder cries in the distanceLightning burns darkBlack as my handsThis empty shell of a bodyHides pain, sorrow, and worriesHide it awayAnd still, it seems these areMy darkest daysDarkest nightsDarkest dreams of allInto the darkestTo despair I fallMy darkest daysDarkest timesDarkest thing I knowTrapped, but still not aliveCold as the snowAs long as I'm dead insideNo one can know. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 17, 2002 Author Share Posted March 17, 2002 (The Original "My Darkest Days" Ashley poem.)My Darkest DaysNight fills my headPain throbs in my heartUnbearable aching that seizes my soulAs the storm overtakes the skiesFlashes of promises never to beAn empty, dull feeling thatFills up more emptiness insideSadness, pain, inconsolable griefWhat I wouldn't give to throw it all awayInside, I know these areMy darkest days, darkest nightsDarkest moon and sunLive on a thread of lightThey have begunMy darkest days, darkest nightsDarkest moon and starsBut now the thread's dwindledSince no hope has comeTo save my lightless eyesLightless days, lightless nights...The stars are covered with thickBlankets of cloudsBlack as my handsMy empty shell of a bodyHides pain, sorrows, and worriesMemories fill my internal mindThere is no mercyFor this vessel of mineSometimes, the fight for controlIsn't worth a thingThis is all just stabbingMy heart full of hurtThese are truly my timesOf darkness...Oh how I hate it all!!My darkest days, darkest lightDarkest times of painHow I abhor themJust hide it awayAll this pain will end,Or so they say...Tell Me It's OkA sad gloom hangs over meLike the clouds after dawnA storm entering the empty blue skyWhere is my treasured world?What has happened to my life?I never thought that this would changeLook down at my lonely worldAnd tell me it's ok.The lightning strikesThe thunder boomsDown fall the walls thatImprisoned me, that kept me safeNo familiar things now that you'veDissapeared with my worldThe storm has passedThe snow falls todayLook at my lonely eyesWhenever you try to singBut since you're gone, and I'm aloneWho will tell me that it's all ok? Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ordos45 Posted March 17, 2002 Author Share Posted March 17, 2002 (Yet another few poems by Ashley. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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