Hai thar. I made this thread so I could "enter" the poetry contest. I can't do that since I'm judge, but I would still like to try my hand at it, and that's what this thread is for. I'll post all my Poetry Contest poems-to-be, or...pretty much any poems that come to mind. I suppose anyone who wants to, can post a poem here too, though I would prefer if it fit the current theme as well. You may ask, then, "why don't they just post it in the Contest thread?" well, some people don't like the pressure, or their work being judged. Now, it's been so long since I actually wrote something that I have to clean my head. Hang on. *blows dust off brain*. That should do it. Now, to start things off, this poem is for the current theme of Love/Passion.
A newfound belief The blessing of love Ah, such a relief It's sent from above
Emotions raging An endless current Hearts never aging But I never learn't
Whirlwind of passion Creates and destroys Captures your ration Yet pays back with joy
Both hatred and love Sides of the same coin Yet what's become of "Forever adjoined?"
It can destroy you Agonizing pain But can restore you Cleanse all that remains
Thanks. Emotional? That's a pretty particular compliment, seeing how that's kind of...the theme. xP
Very good moat *claps*
*Bows*
(Revive the Morbid literature thread :P [link in my profile])
Nevaz! I is not a nacromensing newbie! Although...judging from my grammar in that sentence, I suppose I could be...but no. Nope. To alleviate your pain *sob* from losing the Morbid Literature thread(after several months of it being dead), here's another poem. Don't ask, it's for a story that I binned, but I thought that the poem itself wasn't half bad.
I wear the brand upon my hand One of the many scars that bind And I swear upon my life That it shall not be left behind
To the Grand Army of the West I pledge my lifelong loyalty That I shall not just do my best But that I shall gain victory
So I swear, be it foul or fair My strong allegiance to the Lord To do as he commands me so I vow to give my life and sword
I hold my head so high with pride As I shall march against our foes So if I live or if I die I am loyal in battle's throes
Your first poem was very good. Definitely a goodie.
As for your second...
The loyalty/victory rhyme seems rather tenuous to me (not even an eye rhyme). Also, it would behoove you to include punctuation at the end of your lines (or lack of thereof) to indicate stops in the passages when it is read so that we can better understand your meter. There are a few places where the meter could be tightened.
Your first poem was very good. Definitely a goodie.
Thanks.
The loyalty/victory rhyme seems rather tenuous to me (not even an eye rhyme). Also, it would behoove you to include punctuation at the end of your lines (or lack of thereof) to indicate stops in the passages when it is read so that we can better understand your meter. There are a few places where the meter could be tightened.
*shruggles* Didn't put much effort into it. It was just a little thing to be put into the tale as sort of a side note to strengthen and accompany the background story.
We try to break down all the enemies But let's just face reality They've got us helpless and down on our knees You may be deaf, but you can see We're fighting a battle lost long ago So why can't we just let it go? Like a broken record, you just say "no" We might as well, put up a show Can't just give up, won't sever those old ties You're standing proud, will never cry But it's hard when you turn away and lie We will hold on, or at least try When you try to make that deep incision And hide all your indecision No human fusion, only the fission Break apart, a wide division We live to fight and never run away Not live to fight another day You'd gladly die, and you I won't betray But why, when we've lost, do we stay? Forgiveness is gone and misbegotten Yet we have all but forgotten Why we're fighting here, what have we gotten? Naught, but we walk the path trodden I ask; do we want to die or survive? Wasting away all of our lives But we stay unwilling to take the dive So we can't start to feel alive This war is our only inheritance I wonder if our "dominance" Is by memories, being influenced And yet we follow conformance We strive to find the courage to stand tall As we answer the final call And though we know that we will lose it all As we try to break down the wall We all march so boldly through muck and mud But all that is washed out in blood As we all begin to drop with a "Thud" Corpses are once again a flood Blood breaks our bonds, we're no longer tethered And with our final, dying breaths We fin'ly curse that which brought us all death And we float gently...feathered
And...poem number two.
Inspiration, a fleeting light It can help you be a leader To guide throughout the darkest night But it will only plant the seed For only you can do the deed
You must find the courage within Found only in your heart and soul To raise your voice above the din And though it may exact its toll You'll find that kindness always wins
Shoulder the burden, yes you can We all have it, hid deep inside So help someone to take a stand Stop us before we all collide Do something good before you die
I'd pass you a note, but you'd have to unfold it I'd tell you a secret, but I already told it I'd offer my hand, but you just wouldn't hold it I'd give you my heart, but you'd just try to mold it I'd give you my joy, but you'd try to withhold it I'd give you bronze rings, but you'd still prefer golden I'd give infinity, but I'm too old for it I'd give you my soul, but I've already sold it
Thanks. Umm...to which poem were you referring? The first one, I presume?
You must say it with an English accent for it to rhyme. Luck Charms
A English fellow named Jon Went on vacation to Ireland And in the bar, he met a man Who said, "C'mere, ye Dapper Dan."
Jon slipped on a puddle and hit his head For that same chap had spilt his mead "It looks to me, like ye could use some luck," "So take all me charms, they give ye good luck."
He tossed to Jon a four-leaf clover And said "Me name is Patrick Grover" "If yer havin problems, contact me" "And don't worry; all them charms are for free!"
"Hey stop! I have more charms for you" And Jon was thrown a black horseshoe "Thanks, mate," said Jon, "I need all this!" Patrick laughed, then said "Ye'll be missed."
When Jon left the bar, it begain to rain And his new clothes were quickly water-stained He went to the lottery, and bought three He said, "I'll win them all, cuz I'm lucky!"
He lost them all, not a single win Then he was mugged, and kicked in the shin He was stabbed and beat, and limped away It simply was not a lucky day
Jon rang up Patrick, said "Hey you!" "Listen, I'm poor and black and blue!" No reply, the phone only beeped Jon cursed and yelled, "That man's a cheat!"
Back home, Jon met his enemy He offered them the charms "lucky" "Sure," said the rival, "thank you mate!" Jon said, with a wink of his eye "I think you need them more than I."
