Apollyon Posted November 5, 2003 Author Share Posted November 5, 2003 And here's another I especially like: FatigueI'm tired,And my thoughts, like offspring sired,Do fall down dead at the sound of the drum.The days I've passed - an unseen sum,Not so many, yet still moreThan I want left - this life a whoreDiseased from promiscuity afar,memories of past do her mar.I'm bored,Of all the ideas that once soaredWithin my mind as free as birdsFlooding from me in passionate words,As now they cannot fly above.And now the singing of a dove,Is as unheard to me as the newly done,Or the setting of a different sun.I'm torn,Between heart's desire and the worldly born,'Tween warming love and wonderful hate,That no matter how many times cannot sateMy mind, my soul my complete beingAnd cannot stop me from before me seeingThe end of this, my life and heart. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted November 9, 2003 Author Share Posted November 9, 2003 LillithOh such beauty,I feel my constance melt,Oh to touch your hair,To caress your pale-skinned face,To undo your bodice lace.Such care and wicked love,In the sickle smile slicingAcross that ivory visage.Drawn to it, I am drawn to it,A candle in impenetrable dark is lit,Your beauty to me deep in the uglinessOf life.If only you bore not such strife.The blightful love consumes my soul,As you standIn the watery shallowsOf the sandy beach.Your coverings flap open,Exposed to the wind.With bare white legs,Slender arms,Your milky breasts,And attractive charms.But as world out-shining as you now appear,The destruction within is still laid clear.Your fate to destroy, not in evil's employ,But creation must have destruction in all,Lest all existance surely fall,Including your beauty, oh dreadful one.Lillith, shining brighter than very sun. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Inoculator9 Posted November 22, 2003 Share Posted November 22, 2003 Love your post TMA ;)Wow, I hadn't recalled this thread for a while... guess I'll have to dig up some of my poetry :) Ode To Colonic sound good? :D Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GhostHunter Posted November 28, 2003 Share Posted November 28, 2003 I wrote this in like 10 seconds for some odd reason...Hell, I've never even writen a poem before, as you can see. ;DI gaze onto the fields yonderNone of us yield of the morals of humanityDeath in death out, screaming, painThe lines charge, death surrounds usBlood stains on my uniformWe are united as one, the last breathLights flash, heat beats race, bullets ricashade And then one blastOne eternal darknessI am oneI am free Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted November 28, 2003 Author Share Posted November 28, 2003 Not bad for a first attempt. Just check it over a minute. ;) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted November 29, 2003 Author Share Posted November 29, 2003 Here's one from me that I'm really quite pleased about (it could all change though, seeing as I only wrote it 5 minutes ago lol.)To Paint a ManIf I were to paint a man,I'd paint the colour of sky.Dark sky;Abandon.The oblivionic tonesWash upon the page.And sleeping.A bed of deceit,Perhaps.Maybe I'll etch a bit.Last minute now;The sixth day.I might rest whenFinished.Piercing coloursSlice up the page.Maybe they'll cut me too,Hopefully.To all that watch:A curse to you.You dared not paint a man,Wisely.And now the paint is dryingOn all the heightened lines,Drawn tight like wires,Piercing the page.And the shadows set in the studioIn which I paint alone.My work is done,Nearly.But the paint changes; The colour warps.I expected such of course,When first I took the task.It's own devices, though,Are not the same as mine.It runs, it pours,Washing my image away;Stained canvas,A beauty to itself.Today I'll rest a while,My painting more completeThan I could have made it.I hope this picture of a manGoes as well as it might have doneIf I myselfWere to paint a man. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Sadukar Posted December 22, 2003 Share Posted December 22, 2003 now here is a little something I made a few days ago...The Viking dreamAs westward we sailI raise my handTo a final hailAnd bid a last farewellTo the fair Viking landWe set out to the seaAnd to lands of wonderOn adventures we beBringing homeRiches and plunderSons of freeborn farmersSeeking golden arm ringsIn lands that are warmerSuch is our wayNow we are VikingsIn battle we do not yieldWe fight onWith sword and shieldTill our foe lie deadAnd the day is wonReturning nowFrom lands of wonder“Your journey was how?”Old and young now askFor now the Vikings bring plunder Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted December 23, 2003 Author Share Posted December 23, 2003 Hehe, you already know I liked it. ;-)Here's a long one from me (wow, one from me? That is an irregular happening...)Untitled, because my muse spoke not'My, my.'He cried to the windAnd it spoke to him in sculptured tones'To see a thing be under't.To be a thing see through it.And if for both at once you wantThen never doubt my substance''Speak unto the mountain solemnlyI tell you, for it may moveA possibility untiedMaybe that reality asideSaid visibly not blind.''Call my name? Thou shalt receive.My friend, I say, I sayest 'thou'.An enemy of me I make?Or an enemy of you I'll take?Nonsense, man, I Iisten not,Begone from here, where time forgot.'And the wind was gone.Ripping through the trees,A rippling wave of leafand barkand blood.Blood? Might you ask?The truth is hidden;Hidden by the trees.And in the boughs of that mighty oakA bird resides in a grassy nest.A calming thoughtHow now,The man rode onRode on a steedAs white as coalAs black as lightAnd that light shaped the path aheadA binding arrow forth four sentA blinding flash - two - to them sentFell away from the road on which he rodeFell away from the road on which the road rode?And I see it now afore me vast:Acropolis, necropolis,Dead inside a populace.And I ride to it upon his shoulders broad.Broadened rivers pouredAcross the path by man, not windBefore he spoke to me and heAnd he and me.I'm sorry, I.Through the gates of Hades.But all drama swift aside,Through iron gates he hip-hopped;Dark and black,Not dark and white.And on the earth below,Were feet and snow;A microclimate.Pathetic fallacy perhaps.He shivered to the moondropsAs they glistened on his skin;Red skin;His name was Mada, maybe.And the black light fellAs the moon rose again,Its beautiful light extuingishing the sun:Just an absence of dark;The lie is light, the light is a lie.Bye-bye.He fled away from the castle, into the castleWith nothing at his heels.Grinning and spinning,His beard needed trimming.On the road for many a day he had rode,Glinting madly.A king greeted him,A servant of the slave,Showing that glinted man unto;Unto the domainOf his Royal Lowliness himself.The almighty servant atop a throneLooked up to him from his purchase above.And he spoke in silence,The silence spoke through he.And it whispered ever quieting madnessSo that everyone could see.It gave them eyes, you see,Least now you do, I hopeFacillitator of all.I am, that is, not hope.That crawling thing in mental dwelling.Inside your skull cavity it's swelling.Swelling and swelling till... BANG!And it's gone again, echoing cautiouslyThrough vacuous space.He blinked, the sanity passed.'Thank God, yer'lord, you saved me.You rescued me from being saneA never-present danger often plainDespite my words before,For it is common.''I am now about to speak,'Said that wily old servant, young.'Yes I'm speaking, nearly, nearly.There.'And he spoke.And that wandering glinted man ahead, Was made enlightened by the his wordful silence.A torrent of information in a momentful of eternity.As he spoke to me, and he spoke to he.To me and he, I'm not sorry, it's not 'I'.'Twas 'him' all along.It always was. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jack Leaf Posted December 29, 2003 Share Posted December 29, 2003 Originally written in Finnish, the translation actually ruined it.. :-Your presence so warmAnd as hot asFireWithout you, Eternal winter rages In my worldWithout warmthWithout LightI travelSearching youTo my yearningI cry and grieveThe world's upside downAs cold as IceBut I can stillLove youQuietly I whisperTo you,But you will not hear,Even if I scream…I yearn you soPlease come backDrive my winter away Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted December 30, 2003 Author Share Posted December 30, 2003 If you want people to comment you have to comment yourself.Well your poem is really very clichéd but I guess that's alright but maybe you could try something a little more original? Other than that it's not bad.A CitadelSinging songs?A desolate placeEchoing with grief and hateEnd with all the prejudice of fate.A green castle high;An architectural sigh.Blight upon this landscape perhaps.And a whistle on the light;The light of sky above the white night.Stepping stones,Upside down,Inverted as they are.Step to fall.And in the cooking pot,To stew a soul.With grubs and wormsAnd blood it churnsUntil it is without.Without the walls,Outside the callsThat whisper on the shortened windAnd creep along the far-off ground.I hear a stunning thingThat you heard just the other day.Maybe I will crawl a while.Maybe I will leave.And so he went along the pathUnto the green castle high.To form a thing.This is, he feels.To do it backwards,The result will be the same:Backwards and wrong.Stepping stones And whitened bones.And as they writeThis fate of mineOn destiny's line,A kink in the wireBends into the mire.Muddied at the marshThe line is cut.And this is how it will fall.How all will come to pass.And you can pray for else.You can hope for life.You can wish for kindness.But all that will remainIs the destruction wrought by your own blindness. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wolf Posted January 12, 2004 Share Posted January 12, 2004 Steel black faces, swords, and fire,Better not wake the Emperor's ire,Tearing, ripping, slashing, burning,Sent many to a doom in sands ever-churning!Legions of hate, fear, and might,Cut to the face, and no more sight,Blazing, charring, rending, reaping,They see you even when you're sleeping...Marching along to warriors' drums,Feeling no fear when the Bashar comes,Shouting, roaring, screeching, growling,They leave behind the weak and crawling.Raised from birth in a prisoner's world,Carving flesh with knives that curled,Fighting, Shooting, Stabbing, Killing,Never had so much blood been a'spilling...Here they come, no more time for words,As they grin, they draw their swords,Coming to kill you from a distant star,No one stands a chance against Sardaukar. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The_Sadukar Posted January 12, 2004 Share Posted January 12, 2004 good stuff, at some point it reminds me of my first poem, This Final Blaze of Glory, I don't know why though... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
snc4113 Posted January 31, 2004 Share Posted January 31, 2004 Y'all need some good chick-like poems in here.. so I'm going to pleasure you by doing so. Worth ItI Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted January 31, 2004 Author Share Posted January 31, 2004 Yes, very chick-like ;). It's good, especially the beginning. The 3rd stanza doesn't appeal to me that much, though. Anyway here's one by me:In the Darkness BlindedIn the darkness that is binding meThe redness hurts my eyes.Outlined blackness 'gainst the sky.A sky of red, a rumbling sky.An alien world where I now lie.A world so joyous in destruction.A world created by perfection.A world of blinded misdirection.And the sky is shattering,Just like a bloody mirror.The lines of fluid drip down-The searing stars,Like lively droplets on a windowAs they dip and fall below.The energy disperses,Uttering its final curses.This worldy life is gone,Just as mine will be anon.But I've learned a thing through twisted fate,A thing imparted thus to you:The only freedom true to beIn this world or fallacy,May not be freedom afterall.But I live for this hope as all men do,That I'll be free just as a starWhen I reach that golden shore afar. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
snc4113 Posted January 31, 2004 Share Posted January 31, 2004 Wow, that was really good, but obviously "really good" is a vast understatement. Here's my latest work for you to ponder over.UntitledHe walks away, doesn Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GhostHunter Posted February 6, 2004 Share Posted February 6, 2004 As I look into your eyes I see the pastThe days where I loved you, the days that were rightAll I see now is recollections clouding truthA faint person of who you once were walks in your midstI cry seeing what you Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted February 7, 2004 Author Share Posted February 7, 2004 Good work both of you. I like the turn around at the end of your poem, snc. Ghosthunter, why don't you try writing something longer with more than one stanza? That one there is pretty good in a cliched kinda way (nothing wrong with cliches hehe). Anyway here's another from me:And the door was opened.My reaching imagination;A grasping hand set free.Ferocious in intent.Dark;My intent.It found a door,Another place;Pooled water set free.DeepAnd flowing.The light that was cast down,Illuminating blossom.The trees sway lightly.Bright;This sunshine.The gentle windStroked the face of time,Pushing with non-urgent haste.BreatheAnd believe.And the pooling water 'neath the blessed pinesShines with a radiance cast above,Shimmering in the daylight likeA wink that's lost on darkened sunsets.How I longed to see your heartAnd how I wished to touch it,But now the sight that greets me;Swollen.Swollen with the thought.Swollen with the word.Swollen with the images absurd.The sun is dipping low now.It's telling me its over.I gasp and struggle;A fish on land.Those pools below me,So inviting as the darkness falls.I fall beneath the canopy of green. The green is setting too;The sun is dying.A red glow cast long 'gainst bleak horizon.And the blessed tears ensue.And I can see my mind retreat,The images flow backwards.Torrential;A dowpour.A door. A door. A darkened door.And I'm here again.The coffee steams.The lights buzz.But over that horizonSun shines downAnd I see a little thing:Pooled water.It is set free. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Seal89999 Posted February 26, 2004 Share Posted February 26, 2004 As I look into your eyes I see the pastThe days where I loved you, the days that were rightAll I see now is recollections clouding truthA faint person of who you once were walks in your midstI cry seeing what you Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted February 27, 2004 Author Share Posted February 27, 2004 I... I think I love you, ghosthunter. ;) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
nemafakei Posted February 27, 2004 Share Posted February 27, 2004 One thing I'd found... something I simply sat down and wrote off the top of my head, not actually intending to make rhyme nor metre (especially given I'm not at all fond of the former, and don't believe the latter's worth the effort when prose'll do). Hence, a curiosity, rather than any real work.Time can be thought of as a train, where everyone faces whence we came.We see where we are as we go faster, though only clearly when too far after.But there are those who can turn their heads, to see for sure where we are being led.Called fools and cowards, they are neither, for they alone see we have no driver. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TMA_1 Posted March 1, 2004 Share Posted March 1, 2004 you are quite the poet nema! that is really good, really powerful. I really like that a lot.I do disagree with the entire idea though that we hve no driver, you know that though. ;) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Frodo Posted March 16, 2004 Share Posted March 16, 2004 one of the few ive ever written, had to do it for english. inspiration comes from apollyon...A door is like a gateway,Protected by a key,No matter what you do,You still cannot break free.Behind the door, voices cry,They want out, I inside,In my mind I know I can,My pride takes over, and now I am,An untamed beast, angry and irritated,I must break in and free the tainted.I begin my charge, blinded by rage,My sparking soul, true and unchanged,I draw nearer now, hearing their voices,I scream in my head, shunning them out,And as I hit, all noise is drought,Replaced by a sound, so deadly, so quiet,Thud. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted March 16, 2004 Author Share Posted March 16, 2004 Great poem. :DI'm really happy I helped with inspiration. :) Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Apollyon Posted March 16, 2004 Author Share Posted March 16, 2004 While I'm at it, I'll post a new one 'cos I haven't in a while. Make sure you all read Salvatore's poem though. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dragoon Knight Posted March 20, 2004 Share Posted March 20, 2004 After reading some of the excellent work in this thread, I hope I'm not spamming it up by posting this. If I am, then Ghost (or who-ever): I will have no qualms if you delete it. But if anyone appreciates it, then all the better. It is an adaptation of a once-popular song from the days of yore...My Old Man's A Dustbin ManMy old man's a dustbin manHe wears a dustbin hatTook me round the cornerTo watch a football matchFatty passed to skinnySkinny passed it backFatty took a rotten shotAnd knocked the goalie flatAnd where was the goalieWhen the ball was in the net?Half way up the goalpostWith his boxers on his headThey put him on a stretcherThey put him on a bedThey rubbed his bum with Pedigree ChumAnd this is what he saidMy old man's a dustbin manHe wears a dustbin hatFarted through a keyholeAnd paralysed the catThe chair couldn't take itThe table broke in halfAnd all because of my old man'sSupersonic fart.... I know... you all hate it. :'( Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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