A Piece of my Poetry

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I wrote this one for English class.

Three rings for the Elven kinggs under th sky,
Seven for the Dwarf lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for mortal men doomed to die,
One for the dark lord on his dark throne
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, one ring t find them,
One ring to bring them all and in the darknes bind them
In the land of Mordor where the shadows lie.

Unfortunately my teacher had read the book and I had to do it over again. I got a 43% on that so I'm not going to post it.

If you don't know who wrote that it was J.R.R. Tolkien.

 

Man, this thread died without me when my modem crashed.... I'm trying Satiana's challenge again. I'm a happier person now. Digging yourself out of depression does you no end of good.

IT'S ALL IN THE FACE YOU WEAR

One of the things I've seen in life:
It's all in the face you wear.
The things that others see in you
Depend on what you show to them
You can't expect to blindly hide
In a corner, wrapped in yourself
And still shine out as what you are;
Yes, it's all there, in the face you wear
So breathe in deep and smile.

 

Whoa. Too many poems.... just happened to catch an order from Tia to Blacky...

They *are* really good poems though. Keep continuing you guys and girls!

/me puts on her mock cheerleader outfit...

[This message has been edited by Shadow_Goddess (edited January 26, 2002).]

 

Bumping for Tiamat

Bumping for Tiamat,
An endless thrill.
And one that requires
The utmost skill.

I follow command,
I press the Reply,
I type in this message,
Send this thread to the sky.

It never gets old,
nor ceases to need,
The wondrous abilities
Of a spammer's deed.

 

Of Good And Evil

Bright-eyed heroes in shining armor,
Marching to fight evil
with no shadow of doubt in their eyes.
This is their fate -
Saving the world from monsters.
So swords are drawn,
Gods of good are called on,
And one more place is cleansed of evil.
The battle is over.
One dragon less.
The sky one shade duller.

 

Just two pieces I wrote a little while ago...

I am the Dark, I move in corners of your eye
My intentions are cruel, evil, you fail to guess why
I am the Unknown, you hear me crawl you hear me creep
Hiding, rushing, tracking, hunting you down
I know your weakest spot, I know how to hit you deep
You cannot run you cannot hide, you are alone
I am the beast, the fangs, the claws
I follow your scent, your blood without remorse
You think you grew strong, you grew stable, and maybe wise
Listening to reason, sense, the voice of your mind
You think you can escape, wake up, avoiding my kind
You listen my child, my prey for I will tell my disguise
You trust Im not real, a ghost, for killing in dreams I merciless strife?
My innocent child, prepare for the terror, prepare for my name
My victim, my prey, I feast on fear, can you stay sane?
Feel safe little toy of mine, and listen well, to hear my name for it is
Life


Throughout a life built on pride, determined by laws selfproclaimed
You walk along this road of predetermined depression
Moving faster every stride, blind to the loss of blood - petrified
Along your journey you fail to keep any strength, any aggression
With the last tear drained, your will reduced to dust
With dreams shattered, and beliefs vaporized
With a soul enchained, a body torn by pain and frust
With hope eradicated, a spirit terrorized
After all held dear is gone, after you failed in all you tried
To safe you there is none, all you trusted was mostly lied
You pause looking back at your life - Realizing
You will be all alone in what you created unknowingly
Your own, living hell
ps: in memories of j. - i miss you dear friend

 

This is me venting.
As you might be able to tell, I had a BAAAAD day.

STAGE FRIGHT

in front of a crowd of three
paper's hard folds clutched into my hand
making grainy wrinkes as I start to speak
between inner fogs of pain and silence
struggling to think think through utter blankness
i'm not afraid
i know fear as intimately as a lover, in the pits of my stomach
and this is not his familiar touch
i'm forgetting my rules now
dom's first rule is, "the semblance of confidence is everything"
and her second is, "if all else fails, bluff"
but now all has failed
and nothing fills the silence
in the empty spaces of my mind
something forces outward
a nervous giggle as I run out of thoughts
but i'm only embarrased, only quiet, only blank
not afraid
this isn't stage fright, is it?

 

A poem I wrote when I was ill...It is not really finished yet.

Strange World

The world is in panic.
People get old and die.
New humans are born.
Beautiful humans in a sick and strange world.
The tree outside is green with red tulips!
Many people get hurt daily, both physical and psychically.
I love my bed, it is so warm and cosy!
Right *now* someone dies, someone cries.
I could not help them.
If people started thinking like that the world would be even more chaotic.
Carrotjuice?
I dunno, never tasted it!
My cousin is from Colombia.
His mom left him when he was 6 months!
Many people are poor just like his mom.
I wonder, can I really trust someone?
How do I know they dont tell anyone else?
How much does Bill Gates give to the poor?
Some months ago my best friends grandpa died.
She was *so* sad.
He was like a second mom and dad to her!
She almost lived in their house!
Her grandma is very sad too...
Maybe I can help them?
Do they trust me?
Do I trust them???
Every day she came home from school she went to her grandpa's.
I've gotta tidy my room!
NOW!
.....
The clock is half past eight.
The world will never be the same again without her grandpa...
What if my grandpa dies!
*sigh*
A pink elephant is flying around outside my window.
Twirling around, cops doesnt seem to like that..
hehe
Lifa cant be a paradise!
It can never be!
If the world was a paradise we shouldnt have anything but nightmares to dream about!
Paradise - no
Hell - maybe...
Humans have too much evil powers inside their hearts, inside their souls.
All of us have.
I mean, who doesnt like playing evil in putergames?
Who didnt play games with evil dragons when we were kids?
Who never wanted to be the bad guy in a theater or a game?
No, life cannot be a paradise with carrotjuice, pink flying elephants, eternal life and peace!
We humans are too greedy...
For us almost *everything* is unfair.
But who cares, really?
It can never be fair!
I would not be funny if everyone had the same things!
The same toys, when you were a child...
But who cares about rightness and such, as long as you are happy?
Who?
I want a red dragon just like Chreggy!
Life is *NOT* a paradise, not even close!
*laughing*
Many people die an unnatural death and many people dont.
You care?
Girls, and boy, in the world are forced to be prostituted.
They get hit, hurt and even killed by their lovers.
Ouch...
Children all over the world are sold to perverts, their parents doesnt even know.
A walk to the market cant take so long, can it?
They dont know anything about, that maybe granny sold their daughter on the market to get a little extra cash!
I am hungry...
I think Pringles will do the thing!
Big, fat people(maybe skinny and small too)sit on their fat butts all day listening to music, answering phonecalls, filling in some papers maybe playing some putergames too...
Why?
Why do we waste our time?
They think they are poor, broke but there is poorer people.
You who read this can be happy!
There is ALWAYS someone poorer than you!
Always...
10$ is enough for a kid to allow him/her to go to school, have something to eat and have a roof over their head.
That is quite amazing!
Heh, but who cares...
Really, who...?
I am sure many people thinks that "what do they do?", "they havent deserved their money, so they aint gonna get any from me!"
Those people who says those things arent supposed to be alive.
They cant take their money, buy a BIG pineapple and give it to me so I can stick it right up in their fat asses!
By the way, why the hell am I sitting here?!?!
Why am I writing this stupid poem?!?!
Like someone would even read it!
HAH!
I am not a goodie goodie person that gives all my money to the poor, not one of those persons that want a pineapplein my ass either!
Neither of these two sorts of people!
I am a gal in the middle of everything!
I don care bout nothin!
Well, since I dont do any good (or evil!) here, I will now go to the tv and do even less than anything possible!
I am gonna convert oxygen to carbon dioxide!
Weeha, that is just sooo...uh..GREAT!
Look out sofas, here I come!

 

here's a poem i wrote while i was dealing with this girl and how she didn't like me at ALL and how i had to accept it.

DreamChaser

I can see
You and me
On the horizon
And I weep
Because I see
The truth between
You and me

I clear my eyes
Get on my feet
And chase the horizon
Alas it seems
That my dream
Is running away from me

I turn around
And in the lake
I see the glory
Of my mistake
Chasing after
Impossible dreams
Has brought me closer to the truth it seems

 

That was a good poem...

This is a poem I wrote today.

A Soul?

It's dark, it's light.
It's good, it's evil.
It's loving, it's hating.
Happy, Sad
Warm, Cold
Laughing, Crying
White, Black or Blue?
It's strong, it's weak
Beautiful and ugly.
It is filled with joy!
Corrupted by Darkness...
It is broken, it is lonely, it's lost.
It is thoughtful, it is repaired.
It has survived many catastrophs.
It LOVES adventures!
It is sometimes very bored.
Sometimes almost dead.
But it can brighten up,
if someone tells it
that he or she loves it!
It can fall in love,
it can kill.
And it has a strong will.
I owns itself, have no master
But it belongs to me.
And only me.
Because this, my friends, this is my soul.
My own little soul, that I carry around in my body through this world.
It belongs here, in my heart, forever.
No matter what happens, it will always stay here, by my side.

 

The Nameless Dustman

Dustie, Dustie
Making his rounds

Dustie, Dustie
Black hood surrounds

Dustie, Dustie
Why so glum?

Dustie, Dustie
You're the Nameless One!?

 

Uh.

You rang, sire?

 

Here is one---totally off the cuff.

Many sorrows it seems
have passed my way.
Changing night to day
and back again.

It's an old story that has been
passed along, like no one wants to forget.
But it is here I sit
mulling over it in the dark.

Will it leave its mark
on my beating heart?
Is it only the start
of my pain on this journey of life?

God, why such strife
and intense sorrow molests me?
I can no longer see
or feel past its overbearing hold!

I feel utterly cold,
as it entraps me in my own thought.
My struggle is for not,
yet I cry out!

It is my fear and my doubt
that binds me to this sorrow?
Or the dawn of tommarow
that brings me no sweet relief.

I cannot utter my true belief
for it might drive me to insanity.
Yet, oh what a calamity,
for not doing so might bring the same!

Yet who is there to blame
for these feelings that haunt me?
It is I, don't you see,
who could end this cowardly sorrow.

I shall wake up on the morrow
and let the sun shine on my face.
Look about for just a trace
of hope and cling on to it.

Just for a little bit
so that I may get my bearings.
Then I might be able to start caring
about someone other than myself.




[This message has been edited by Satiana Fearbringer (edited February 25, 2002).]

 

I am actually surprised...!
I didn't think that so many guys actually wrote poems...
Almost all of you guys and gals are really good at writing!
I hope I will become good too when I get older!

Keep up the good work!
DDD
Now I just gotta post this funny little poem I wrote yesterday!
I could not sleep so I picked up my book and started writing on this one!

Perfect Girlie

There was once a girl who was so sweet.
She had green eyes,
red plaits,
she was very neat!
She was cute, she was funny
and she was smart.
She wrote poerty and painted art.
She once dated a boy that was named Mart,
but she ended up crying, cuz he broke her heart!

When this perfect little girl
started at school,
her classmates picked her out
and classified her as "fool".
The smart little girlie
was often used as a "tool",
until three other little girlies
found her very cool!

Alicia was one of the little girlies name.
She was smart, cute but her jokes were very lame!
Hanna was the second one, harder to tame!
This gril was nice too, she loved her computergame!
The last one was like the others, quite the same...
Linn loved her football, she loved to play a game!

Now the perfect little girlie
found three perfect little friends.
Well, now when I am finished telling,
this joyful little story must have an end!

 

here's another one i wrote
there's a referance to LotR, just a warning!

Dream…Nightmare?

It is a man
In the middle of the room
Conversation all around
None concerning him
He sits down and takes his life
No one notices

Another image appears
It is a boy
All by himself
Drowned in darkness
Yet somehow
He manages to thrive
He looks up
At me with forlorn eyes
And smiles
And I am touched

What are these images?
What do they foretell?
Should I be scared?
Or thrilled?

He disappears and I’m alone
On a blank and vacant landscape
Not even sure if that’s what it is
Then I jerk forward, and fall
Another apparition begins to take form

Then a girl appears
This one, drowned out by light
Beacons like the sun
Yet inside I see something
Not like the boys
But…sad she longs to feel like the boy
Yet she would never sacrifice her light
Her precious life
Her precious…

 

Hey guys...
I wanna know if I can put some of your poems on my site...?
It is not finished yet, but I'll link it someday.

Can I have em on my site?
I will of course put your name under it.
???

 

go ahead, my poems suck anyway.

 

Morning's embracing lullaby
Still the drugs of sleep stains my mind
Drip drip, noise of the alarm clock
Bringer of lights morning glory
Thick black river of addiction
Banishing the dark song of sleep
Healing the battleweary mind
Holy coffee be brewed, instant
Either flows warm through your body
Battered from nights tormenting rest
Coffee!!!!!

ok, it ended up more a rambling than a poem, oh well.
Was inspired by the Tea poem, hehe

[This message has been edited by Lokken (edited March 09, 2002).]

 

Schwarzes Wasser

gleich was ich sing
alles vergeht
schon verweigern unsre Körper
das Sterben.
Was bleibt,
wenn nicht das schwarze Wasser.

bad translation:
black water

no matter what i'm singing
everything vanishes
yet our bodies deny
to pass away.
What is remaining
if not the black water. (?)

Depressing, is'nt it .

 

Far Away

Locked inside my soul,
seperate from the world.

A prison or a sanctuary.
May it be heavan or hell.

Thoughta are indiviudalized,
understood only in my mind.

Feelings flow through my vains.

Inside I am pressing to get out.
Outside is pressing to get in.

Far away from everything, everyone,
I stand alone.

Understood only by myself.