Curse

Storm Crow · Sep 15, 2006, 09:29 PM // 21:29

Another poem, dedicated to my girls...

Forgotten

The break of the pencil, the fade of the pen,
As slowly, the storyline dies once again,

The slurred dialogue, and the fuzzy landscape,
As your world collapses, there shall be no escape,

The death of the character, the tear of the page,
Forgetting the words of Mierna the Sage.

To proceed with caution, to heed all the signs,
Destroying the contracts with your own blood you've signed,

To die without pleasure, to kill with the blade,
To slay with a party, helped along in your crusade,

To not lust for his blood, to not delve ever deeper,
Forgetting the lessons of Ksaiya the Reaper.

As the cold water rushes, and the flame's licks' grow higher,
As the air becomes thin, and the earth grows so dire,

As the elements clash, never to find one triumphal,
As another spell's forgotten, tossed back in a crumple,

The breaking of spirit at the coming of age,
Forgetting the sacrifice of Alicia the Mage.

The weight of the ethereal, the ache of the passed,
The fathers discouraged, and the mothers back sassed,

The burn of chimera, as your dreams turn against you,
The sting of illusion, as your pain starts anew,

The roar of the women, as they buy in vogue,
Forgetting the anarchy of Varda the Rogue.

To take life without reason, to bloody your blade,
To go into a frenzy, as your training fades,

To pass without valor, fall upon your own steel,
As you plunge into pain, remembering to feel,

To go without reason, far into the light,
Forgetting the nerve of Garria the Knight.

Listen to nature, and learn from her past,
When need is pressing, you'd better run fast,

To speak without thought, is to shoot without aim,
Just because you can kill, doesn’t mean you'll earn fame,

Don’t get yourself lost, as you walk ever further,
Forgetting the knowledge of Aerily the Hunter.

To walk not in silence, to hide not in shadow,
To take aim at your target, while wielding a bow,

To not kill in one strike, to not torture your prey,
To remember the game, but not how you played,

To ruin the fun, to not lie to the haggler,
Forgetting the deception of Revvarah the Dagger.

The call of the Underworld, the wail of the dead,
The longing of Death to once again be fed,

The scream of the doomed, the pooling of blood,
As yet another life is nipped in the bud,

You are called now, if only to hinder,
Forgetting the chain of Bennah the Soulbinder.

The cry of a child as he scrapes his knee,
As a mother runs to rescue her baby,

She rocks him gently, and gives him a hug,
Though accidental, he's a gift from above,

She only wishes to keep him from danger,
Forgetting the reprisal of Sikara the Avenger.

The fluffy white clouds, the bright baby blue sky,
As you look into them, wishing you could fly,

There is someone, wishing they were like you,
Far up above, starting her life anew,

But you just ignore it, as your friends laugh,
Forgetting the pain of Jadyn the Seraph.

ownage of teh elite · Oct 01, 2006, 10:29 AM // 10:29

Hey guys this is Vantie...

Can't sleep right now...it's 12:10

So I'm gonna write some poetry and eat these oreos here.

Anyways....here we go..just some random stuff that comes to mind.

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Out in the world, behind a different veil of reality
Turbulence emenating from duality
Two states of mind along with two contrasting realms
In the second I wield a helm

One state of mind: The outer appearance
Finishing homework, and awaiting deliverance
For who knows when our time will come?
Only time can tell

Another state of mind: The inner immortal
The perfect haven, the gateway or portal
Choose which word you wish, but it all means the same
My perfect little haven is just a game

So now I leave you to justify
What these worlds mean to you
I know you'll probably try
But honestly, there is no truth

Choose which ever one, then live your own perfect lie
Continue lying, 'till the day that you die.

Ice Warrior Marth · Oct 02, 2006, 03:38 AM // 03:38

Lionheart

The pine trees sway gently in the cold, winter breeze
And the desolate clouds above are not meant to please
The withered rocks tell of a lost age
And the land is scared with uncertain rage

Rage that raises its fist against all that is honorable and justified
Rage that seeks to destroy in order to create another cry
This rage is a product of fear
Fear of those sacred few ever so near

And so, with sword in hand
The boy with the scared face seeks to purge the land
To purge the land of all those who threaten liberty
And those who defy His Majesty

Yet, his heart is weak with doubt
As he just wanted to shout
Meddled in his own lost emotions
He yearns to find resolution

Storm Crow · Oct 02, 2006, 09:47 PM // 21:47

ooOOooooo....POEM! YAY!

Awesome metaphors, Van! I wuvvs it! And I'll be in said "little haven" later tonight...maybe....I dunno...8ish? ^^ Wuv Yuu!

Platinum Agent · Oct 03, 2006, 04:53 AM // 04:53

Stormy! Vantie! At last, I've seen both of you post within a 24 hour period of each other! First time in a while!

ownage of teh elite · Oct 03, 2006, 08:26 AM // 08:26

Argh why do I have to live in a different time zone?!

-=Yuki=- · Oct 03, 2006, 06:25 PM // 18:25

Not one of my newest poems (actually it became a song) but I still like it.

Crying Marble

Everything I’ve ruined
Everything I fixed
Everything I gave up
And everyone who’s pissed
All the things I’ve tried and
The restless nights I spent
Everything that happened
It leaves me cold and bent

Crying Marble
Crying Marble

All that I created
All that I took and gave
I’m lying here frustrated
In my self-shoveled grave
It’s carved into my body
It’s cut into my skin
I’m here and I’m nobody
My blood is getting thin.

Crying Marble
Crying Marble
Dying Marble.

jezzer1189 · Oct 04, 2006, 08:37 PM // 20:37

thats a really nice poem, took a while for me to understand it but thats cause im slow well done! A grade

heres one of mine:

Oh how his eyes lit up like stars,
Upon the skin of broken scars.
His love was too good to believe,
Sometimes he would just leave.

Upon his evil it’s hard to take,
His heart would just crumble and break.
Too much torture for me to see,
Sometimes he would just kiss me.

He worked to hard for a prize,
His councillors would just rise.
Oh the tempts of his lust,
His iron heart starts to rust.

In my heart it says to forgive,
Although the Jews tried to outlive.
Over six million gone in peril,
All in my husbands joyful Merrill.

I Apoligise if this has offended people but its a poem which has made many people think and reflect on what has happened in history and is one which i think deserves to be shown, once again im sorry if ive caused any damage to people but i've learnt alot about this cause which is y its how it is. its not aimed at any race but is written from the eyes of Hitlers wife through the way she could of seen him at the end, if it offends anyone then i will agree with it being removed to prevent more damage

please place comments about this whether you like it or not and if it offends u as i would really like the feedback

Sol_Vie · Oct 05, 2006, 02:17 AM // 02:17

I wrote this just now. I've been writing for years, but have never thought to post them to Guru. I might actually get someone to respond to one of my pieces!

Anyway, enjoy Mist.

Swirling, twirling
Downward spiral
Lose an inch if you run a mile.

Gasping, groping
Drowning mind
The world's too mean to be so kind.

It's a missing synapse,
A broken fuse,
A faulty switch,
A clouded muse.

But knowing that does what for me?
A brilliant light, wrapped in thick, black sheets.

A shaking hand, a chaotic mind
Turns the wheel, grinds the rind.

A quickened breath, and wide open eyes
Fuels the fire to cauterize.

I need a rope, I need a clue.
I need a hand, I need a shoe.
I need a knife, I need a lieu.

It's not the same as it used to be,
This twisted mind, I give to thee.

jezzer1189 · Oct 05, 2006, 07:05 PM // 19:05

thats a amazing poem, and much better than mine, and im not just saying that, I WANT MORE!!! MORE OF THEM!!!

serously post them all, if thats that good i want to see the rest of yours, ive been writing mine for 4yrs but none are that good well done i bow my best char to your poem

Sol_Vie · Oct 06, 2006, 05:19 AM // 05:19

Hehe that's quite a compliment. Thank you. I'll post another as well as my MySpace and Fictionpress.com links so that you can look up more if you like.

Here's one called "A New Journey Begins From You (Always)" A few of my poems are very short, this being one of them. I'll post some more at some point. I have more saved on my computer up at school. Enjoy:

Oh sweet irony,
How bitter is thine taste.
Like the Communion,
Best swallowed with blood
And with one's watered down pride.

FictionPress.com

MySpace (check the blogs)

Edit: I should mention that very few of my poems rhyme. The one from last night is a rarity in that it has a consistent rhyme scheme (sort of) and that it rhymes at all.

jezzer1189 · Oct 17, 2006, 09:40 PM // 21:40

A Soldiers Thought

I stroll through my life wondering why,
What I was and what will I be?
How can I live when will I die?
What role in this world was given to me?

A world of cruelty depression hate.
Where war surrounds us bringing us death.
Where no peace will determine our fate.
Where intoxicating gas strangles our breath.

If there is tranquillity, where could it be?
Somewhere in this world? could it be true?
In oceans in mountains, blue rivers or sea?
Where ever it is what can it do?

In a war based life we want to be free.
A soldier of war so sure to die.
When falling to earth I see part of me.
A place of peace and tranquillity can lie.

and another

A new child is born

First you were there,
Then you were gone.
Silent as a bear,
From where you belong.

Creeping through the night,
Through the soft grass.
Keeping out of sight,
Slowly the night goes past.

With a keen eye,
Searching for a new day.
The time passes by,
For the new spring of May.

As a new day will start,
And the light begins to form,
Other animals wake at heart,
A new child is born.

TheRabbitLord · Oct 17, 2006, 09:41 PM // 21:41

ok first thing, your a little lier if you are who i thinkyou are. that "caged bird" poem was done by someone explaining themes from "Iknow why the Caged Bird Sings" by Lois Lowry. so dont go sayin its your freakin poem if its out of a magazine. im fine if you give the actual author credit but sayin its your own poem is just wrong

Timeless Logic · Oct 17, 2006, 10:52 PM // 22:52

I wrote this in response to a tragedy that occurred early this past September. A good friend of mine committed suicide by jumping from a 15th-floor window. This poem may be difficult to follow, but I can't think of a piece better suited to express some of my deepest feelings. For the record, the alliteration wasn't intentional. I refrained from editing out the repetition because if it surfaced of its own accord, it must serve a purpose.

Finality
Tranquility
Passive solitude
The elusive objects of your search.
Faces fuse with footprints while free souls watch from wings of angels
Desperate, penitent
As they fall.
Your breath’s caress a final counsel,
The world advances without remorse.

Storm Crow · Oct 17, 2006, 11:41 PM // 23:41

Quote:

Originally Posted by TheRabbitLord

ok first thing, your a little lier if you are who i thinkyou are. that "caged bird" poem was done by someone explaining themes from "Iknow why the Caged Bird Sings" by Lois Lowry. so dont go sayin its your freakin poem if its out of a magazine. im fine if you give the actual author credit but sayin its your own poem is just wrong

Wow, and I thought that I was a flamer...

You have no right to say that my poem is plagorized by any means without the evidence to back it up. Were you standing next to me when I was writing it? No. I was sitting at home alone at the time. Do you have any sort of evidence whatsoever of my 'plagorism', besides that you read a poem in a magazine that sounded a bit like it? No. I wrote this poem by my own hand, with a bit of inspiration from a picture I found while randomly searching Photobucket one day, besides the fact that I don't have a subscription to any magazines, no do I read them period. Give me a respectable quote from this magazine you speak of, and the issue number, and maybe your story will have some sort of validity, otherwise, try again.

Though on a happier note, I must applaud the recent additions to this thread. Very, very nice poems, guys! Much better than my novice rhyme and interpretation of theme!

jezzer1189 · Oct 19, 2006, 08:33 PM // 20:33

WHO CARES! its still a poem, if i could of been bothered then i would of put my favourite poem on "Daffodils" this thread shouldnt just be for poems we've made we should be able to use it to show to the world what we like in poems. im backing storm crow on this as this is a area of freedom does it matter where he got his inspiration from, even if it was from the "magazine" of yours, a poem poem of mine had inspiration from a article ive read and even poems ive read (well only one of them) its not on here yet but its still a poem nomatter what free will roams here if its a poem i say place it, reference it if its not yours but theres no need to reference it if its from an inspiration from a article someones read. nomatter where theyre from they should be allowed to be placed here

TheRabbitLord · Oct 19, 2006, 11:00 PM // 23:00

Woops my bad, poem was done by Anglelou something lois lowery was the giver author.. but still it is plagerized. . . otherwize a lot of your guys poetry is farly good

TheRabbitLord · Oct 19, 2006, 11:02 PM // 23:02

Lmao stop pretending you wrote it u may have changed a few words i couldnt find like a guy said before but it was not your freaking idea. I had to do an essay in english on that poem i know it wasnt yours.

Storm Crow · Oct 20, 2006, 12:01 AM // 00:01

I don't care what you had to do for your English class, but I did NOT plagorize ANYTHING I've ever written. Just because I came up with the same thing Maya Angelou did, does not mean that I copied it. Sure we may have used the same first line, but I did not know that there was such a poem before I googled it the last time someone accused me of plagorism. And to prove my point, I will quote stanza 3 of Sympathy By Maya Angelou

Quote:

Originally Posted by Maya Angelou: Sympathy (Source: Wikipedia - The Free Encyclopedia)

I know why the caged birds sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,
When he beats his bars and would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings -
I know why the caged bird sings.

And, Caged Bird

Quote:

Originally Posted by Storm Crow

And now I know,
Why the caged bird sings,
Unable to fly,
Or stretch his wings,

And as I sit here,
Caged, alone,
With nothing,
To call my own,

The time rolls on,
Without delay,
I wish I might,
I wish I may,

Break from these chains,
To fly again,
But time goes on,
And numbs the pain.

And yet the chains,
Refuse to break,
And will still be here,
When I wake,

From shortened slumber,
Hastened breath,
But it does not come,
My friend, of Death

Mine is an Emo poem, and nothing like Sympathy, except for the first stanza.

Stick that in your juice box and suck it.

Platinum Agent · Oct 20, 2006, 04:43 AM // 04:43

Storm, you never fail to amaze me with your intelligence in matters like this...