I've decided its about time to make a poetry thread for my works. Its better than having to go scrambling through the various threads I've posted in in the past. I'll start off with what I think are some of my better works. Guilt
It wears me down I feel sick constantly worrying will they get me?
Its eating away at my soul could i admit I did it?
The pain is too much I scream out "I did it! It was me" was that a good idea?
River of Blood
a river of blood, blackest of nights the war of all wars, the worst of the fights so many lie dead along the bare banks surrounded by nothing but carcass of tanks
My lord! My God! how could you let this be! Leave this ghastly site for me to see! How could you take all I know from me! Why must so many die, taken and no longer free!
From a distance there's cheering from the enemy front they raise up there flag; they've won in there hunt But still I sit in my comrades' ruins, no sign of light, Just a river of blood, darkest of nights.
Roadkill (I admit this one is a bit gruesome).
my stomach twists, nauseated this horrid thing before me laying there, unmoving, mangled
what creature this thing is, unknown red is strewn all about the place a wretched smell emits from it.
I turn away, can't take anymore this horrid scene burned into my head a most disgusting thing, I puke.
psychic war
Calling forth the silver waves of light bringing them in, blasting them out a thousand times stronger the psychic wars have begun
constant pain driving through the soldiers' heads and all of them are living yet at the same time dying their minds pushed to the max
no one's left with stable minds from this war worse than all insanity from the pain affecting more and more till there's no one left
The war is over now no sane men left except a lucky few the world is now a mess from the psychic war
and some haikus...
Deep in the realm of sleep, visions project themselves sweet dreams of times past
gaze ahead in time opportunity abounds the future looks bright
More poems! These were done in the first line poetry thread as well.
What could it be Maybe it's something else that keeps us all on edge; not the constant fighting of countries' warring heads and the constant threat of mother nature striking that's causing us to fret.
But, then, what could it be? Is it some unseen thing that keeps us on the edge of sanity, some being that fills the mind with worry? Perhaps its meant to stay unknown A part of nature, it could be A place or thing never to be shown.
The Dark Ravine The mist rises out of the dark ravine what could be down there is yet unseen No light penetrates down to the bottom
It's there I shall go, for a great treasure, they say, sits at the end of this bottomless pit What is it's value, no one quite knows.
I go, descend into darkness, I cannot see will this all be worth my time, risk my life for riches that might not even be?
I will find out in few moments from now the bottom is near, I can sense it, I can tell what is down here? I shall see.
Still another poem. This can be found in First Line Poetry.
Maybe it's something else that keeps us all on edge; not the constant fighting of countries' warring heads and the constant threat of mother nature striking that's causing us to fret.
But, then, what could it be? Is it some unseen thing that keeps us on the edge of sanity, some being that fills the mind with worry? Perhaps its meant to stay unknown A part of nature, it could be A place or thing never to be shown.
Never before have I felt that going back to you would be such a good idea, I give second thoughts to that we had. You would come back as well, right? Get up to things that we used to do never looking back on the past going to new places to far away lands, for a chance to let our love blossom again. You are my life now, down to the base of my soul Never will I leave you by going with another girl to have another affair, i'll never run out on you, go around to different pleasures and other towns without you, I'll never hurt you again, you, my love.
It sounds like a love poem, but you actually got rick-rolled in there.
And I just realized that the second to last line has the wrong first word.
Never before have I felt that going back to you would be such a good idea, I give second thoughts to that we had. You would come back as well, right? Get up to things that we used to do never looking back on the past going to new places to far away lands, for a chance to let our love blossom again. You are my life now, down to the base of my soul Never will I leave you by going with another girl to have another affair, i'll never run out on you, go around to different pleasures and other towns without you, I'll never dessert you again, you, my love.
Though the title says poetry, I've decided to add some aesthetic art. It's just a minecraft creation but I hope you like. It is an attempt of making an amphitheater and "The Tragedy of Julius Caesar".
I'm a person who gets freighted easily. Possibly able to be described as "Paranoid Parrot". I read creepypasta a lot, and every night after reading it, Iâd think Iâd see shadows jumping against the wall, or something roaming in my brother's room. But one experience made it so that this paranoia is justified.
It seemed like any other night. I read creepypasta, got on the chat site I normally went to, all as usual. It was a little past mid-night when I decided to go to bed. I turned off the computer, then the light in the room with the computer.
Footsteps
Quickly, I turned the light back on, trying to see if anything was there. Nothing. I calmed myself, telling myself it was my paranoia again. I turned the lights off again.
Footsteps
I heard them running up the stairs. Cautiously, I went up, still convinced that it was my paranoia.
I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I always had the fan on in there just to be sure no one couldn't here what I was doing. When I finished I turned the fan off. A low breathing sound replaced it.
I bolted out of the bathroom, up the next flight of stairs to my bedroom, and locked myself in. Minutes went by. I finally got myself to sleep.
I woke again at about 3 A.M. to the sound of loud, heavy breathing coming from outside my door. Sheer terror rose when I realized that this was real, not in my imagination. I stayed still, hoping it would leave.
I must have passed out from the sheer terror I had experienced, as I didn't even remember trying to fall asleep. When I awoke, it was about 10 A.M. I opened the door to my room...
There were tears in the carpet all the way down the hall, down the stairs and to the bathroom, as if something with talons on their feet were there.
I never did find what it was. Soon after, reports of people being murdered in the neighborhood were reported, with similar marks in the carpet. I just hope it doesn't find it's way here again.
