Maebius Posted August 17, 2015 Report Share Posted August 17, 2015 The stomping in the wooded dark, The glimpse of distant fire's spark. The purple haze as dusk descends, Hides all the forest denizens. It's not just Bigfoot you might fear, There's Dragons too, both far and near, But though they next door may reside, It is from YOU that they all hide. -Maebius/Nate Lania, nadrolski, Lintara and 3 others 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aethon Posted August 18, 2015 Report Share Posted August 18, 2015 (edited) Blight In the silence of the night, forward crept the blight. It killed all but a few, destroyed everything we knew. Each and every night, forward crept the blight. In the light of the morning, were the sounds of mourning. For bodies lay in their beds, a sight to stay in one's head. Each and every night, forward crept the blight. The look upon their face, as death they did embrace, was still and cold, their bodies looking frail and old. Each and every night, forward crept the blight. Upon us the blight did come, it killed each of us in turn. Our life it stole, destroying all that made us whole. Each and every night, forward crept the blight.. Edited August 18, 2015 by Aethon Ungod, Aeoshattr, Kyphis the Bard and 1 other 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ungod Posted September 15, 2015 Report Share Posted September 15, 2015 I look at things with the indifference I once detested... I lay in the armchair as in the hands of some god... but no, I am not...why should I... be broken? The voices of birds and the voices of dogs all echo the same - you really cannot expect much from life. I attach myself to things with the loyalty of an old dog, with the determination of the one who doesn't want to die, but doesn't know how to live. Tomorrow is another day, and I will stare at the horizon still... Today I need to save my breath and put you to work... There is no salvation, never was - just some sort of delight. Lintara 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jubaris Posted October 6, 2015 Report Share Posted October 6, 2015 Doesn't leave much room for interpretation, so someone might not enjoy this poem in the same way as with many of these beautiful works in the topic, but I hope these crude words prove to be tasty for some :) "Behold this spirit of light, Held in deathly grab tight! Bring him back to life, And end this darkness-caused strife! He dwells by water, our King Nad, By all that's holy, restore the vigor that he had!" Kiley 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azull Posted October 6, 2015 Report Share Posted October 6, 2015 Heeding no warnings, heeding no call, He went with more zest than wit. He thought he could take them all, And found himself in Darkness's Pit. In limbo he shall stay, A fool's penance he must pay. Kiley, Aeoshattr, Syrian and 4 others 7 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jubaris Posted October 6, 2015 Report Share Posted October 6, 2015 You are big in your victories, King of ill-intention! How long can you keep at it, Will you make it go on until your pension...? You forget about the shades, And they will show you how hope fades! Even your kind they lurk, Their due sacrifice you always shirk! Kiley 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kiley Posted October 6, 2015 Report Share Posted October 6, 2015 (edited) Roses are Red. Violets are Blue. He is Necrovion. Mwuhahahahaha!!!! Edited October 6, 2015 by Kiley Ary Endleg and Syrian 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lania Posted October 7, 2015 Report Share Posted October 7, 2015 There once was this man, a servant of light, He saw himself wise and gifted with might, And maybe he was within his old land And so his confidence got much out of hand. And foolish he was, this servant of light To dwell into darkness, with water on sight And blinded by greed he heeded no warning And now all his people are deepened in mourning. But oh, they don't know..yes, fairness has spikes It can be painful and deadly the moment it strikes For darkness did not attempt to abuse The treasures of light, no matter the use. And now, in this time, the soul of a king Burns in the graveyard where spirits don't sing And now all his people cry "It's not right" When all darkness did was punish his "light". Ary Endleg, Azull, dst and 3 others 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Azull Posted October 7, 2015 Report Share Posted October 7, 2015 (edited) Hate, it burns so bright. Easily mistaken for The Light. You feed your Shadow as you grow weak. Is this then what you seek? It is not me you hate, But your heart's reflection. One day You and He will meet. It will be the end of both, ain´t that neat. It is a sacred trust, A Sacrifice if you must. Sentinel sleeps, King guards the wall. To protect the Darkness of all. Edited October 7, 2015 by Azull Kiley, Ary Endleg, Myth and 3 others 6 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rophs Posted October 31, 2015 Report Share Posted October 31, 2015 blackwater my limbs are bound. zealous in struggle no escape is found gross liquids bubble viscous sludge traps entangle my feet no more running laps xyloid tendrils meet withering my soul just feel so dull Ungod 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kyphis the Bard Posted November 15, 2015 Report Share Posted November 15, 2015 (edited) This is a poem entitled "Patience, Forgiveness, Anger" There is a boat, out at sea. Sometimes passengers board, Or disembark as it pulls into port. Thick cords trail behind the boat, One for every passenger. Deep in the water, A weight pulls them down, out of sight. Sometimes, someone wonders, And tries to pull the weight up. But the cords are very long, And the weight wants to stay below. Most people give up, after a while, And let the weight pull the cord, Back into the water. It's rare for someone to work hard enough To get the weight into the air. Most people don't even know what will happen, So leave it alone. But some people, They want to see, And they decide to tie their cord. Even if they stop drawing the cord in, And let the weight fall under again, The cord is never as long as it was. These are the ones who raise the weight, And find themselves in the water, No boat around, No idea what has happened, Drowning. Edited November 15, 2015 by Kyphis the Bard Nava, Lintara, Aethon and 1 other 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Aeoshattr Posted December 2, 2015 Report Share Posted December 2, 2015 Peach Alive is the long-lasting eye of disgrace; A scar on the skin of a peach it has left. Its gaze, it be scornful, dishonestly deft, The skin of the peach it'll forever deface. Embrace, when a sinfully loud voice will say: "How ugly the skin of the peach has become, Has its worth ever had been more than a plum?" The image of your scar will thus never gray. Refuse! Deny! Though it won't be nigh, Disgrace will suffuse. And when will the peach know that the scar it bears Has nothing to do with a wound of the flesh? The blemish is cold and had never been fresh, Its origin lies in the scar the tree shares. (Zl-eye-f)-nea, Lania, Lintara and 1 other 4 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wideberth Posted December 5, 2015 Report Share Posted December 5, 2015 Wideberth awoke in this strange place Bereft of tea and fairy cakes Despite his weakness, growth each day he seeks Free credits and voting everyday completes Lania 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nimrodel Posted December 6, 2015 Report Share Posted December 6, 2015 Truth be told Dormancy tears you apart Especially when it's MD One mind two hearts. Lania 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
klatdees Posted January 19, 2016 Report Share Posted January 19, 2016 (edited) I don't see this finding expression in the realm, but am sad about it Here goes... I have sinned. The fire so big all around I fired a shot, but the wall was too short The wind sent it out of the court Well I guess that's why a shot's called "fired".... No green all around, just the faint sound of flames picking up the little-left moss. My luck won't grow till the noise stops.From the black liquid tree, a rope drops. My game is buried, for now I haven't known like it another I'd like to play, but can't forget how if my how is sad, why even bother? The bridge ahead is beautiful, the altar builds the home, Many its warm roots welcome, alas forgetting some. If winding roots are not enough, the wind at least will come To take me to its waiting-place, until the lakes are one. Klatdees E: the last couplet was a mix of three incompatible thoughts...should be better now Edited January 19, 2016 by klatdees (Zl-eye-f)-nea and Lania 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
klatdees Posted February 25, 2016 Report Share Posted February 25, 2016 (edited) The Sunken Light (based on the Oak Fort) I was swimming for a path hoping in a map hoping it was true not a trap The tide built up its flow till I faced a southward wrath and in the child's heartful tow hit a rock of hidden wealth. -- Turning round, the waters glow brighter now, or darker me Waiting there beneath the flow is the path I never see In reflection life is hidden never let the vision dry in the air it's just a prison in the water we can fly -- I showed my fear You smiled back I come too near the broken bridge, the wrath in watching water I see a path your heart is here I smile back Edited February 25, 2016 by klatdees Jubaris and Lania 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rophs Posted April 14, 2016 Report Share Posted April 14, 2016 When I was rummaging through my things trying to find something I found these two poems that I had written down about a year ago. (Yes, I know I've already posted one of them.) ps. I also found the earlier versions with lines drawn through words, words inserted where there isn't room, arrows all over the place, a proper sprawling of the first one. I don't think it really should go in this thread if someone wants to see that stuff I'll gladly scan it and give a copy of it to them klatdees 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blackshade Rider Posted April 20, 2016 Report Share Posted April 20, 2016 Please dont judge my form of poetry. Not all poetry rhymes ect. It comes from how you feel and whats in your Heart. The Emptiness in a Hound By A.H. (Blackshade rider) As i ride around i feel nothing. Other than my toes and claws with numbness. I look around and yet i see nothing. Other than a black mist around me. So i hike my ears and hear nothing. Other than the sound of a peaceful voice. So then i smell the air. Yet all i smell is the faint scent of fairy dust. So i continue to roam. Roaming to find a home. One for me and one for my friend. He keeps watch over me. As i do him. But i still roam around. My toes and claws still numbing into the ground. My eyes see nothing but blackness. But i make up for it with my hearing and smelling. Still i continue my search. A search of peace and search of fairy dust. One day ill find a home. One day ill stop the roam. One day klatdees 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
klatdees Posted April 21, 2016 Report Share Posted April 21, 2016 On the theme of smelling, I will share this here. It has been on my personal page for a while. The Tiny Men Day 73, Year 11 In this world, all hope seems to bide until downward our wings we will guide till we choose to lower our head we burn blood in the cave where we're dead. But my blood is alive thanks to you and the demon that swallowed us knew that the only thing keeping it true was that blood in the head. All along, pulling us through It's still hard to believe that it's you that anything's possible, true when we follow the nose. Tear down the center and tear down the tree Hurry, before the gates close; Hurry, while anything goes. Tear down the chaos and let the pit be Hurry, before the world knows; Hurry, while tiny men doze. Down here was the place for me Down here was a place I could be. But secretly, everyone knew the only thing keeping it true unspoken by all but a few Jubaris 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
klatdees Posted May 26, 2017 Report Share Posted May 26, 2017 Mosquito At first I wasn't sure if the rumors were true. Then the first swelling appeared, like spots of dew demanding to be tasted, on in this case, scratched and bled. I started to pay attention. Then one day, the first mosquito showed its silent head. in the shower, round it flew Too high for me, it instinctively knew. I didn't know what to do. For weeks and weeks it pestered me (at first it was only one) For weeks, it joined me for coffee and I let it be, if it left me alone. But then, it turned a bit lusty and wanted my blood, still warm and so (oh, the depravity) it landed on my arm. That was it. That was the end. I knew it right away. I poised to make my move but when I moved, it flew away. But then I got a bit smarter started moving all around and waved my arms much harder till they made a windy sound. Sure enough, it assumed I had opened the window and didn't expect my swat its blood that day, not mine did flow and that was the end of that. Ungod and MaGoHi 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ungod Posted June 10, 2017 Report Share Posted June 10, 2017 He cut his ear and sent it to his love He never got a good-enough reply It is the way our hearts are making pace It is the way our dreams wither and die It is the way the core begins to rot The outer shell looks good, but you do not. She followed him until her feet were sore He always promised this would be his last It is the way the hope begins to crumble It is the way the treachery arrives It is the way the core begins to rot The outer shell looks good, but you do not. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
John Constantine Posted July 3, 2017 Report Share Posted July 3, 2017 (edited) . Edited December 22, 2017 by John Constantine klatdees 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ignnus Posted November 23, 2017 Report Share Posted November 23, 2017 i swear i'm not trolling... FATALITY after all this time seems like an eternity i've become a wise person of virtues and equality futility, nobility, no cruelty properly witty, funny and crazy i'm a person of audacity, sobriety and sympathy society, arithmetry, geometry not a silly, imbecility it's a pity very animality eccentrity, oddity Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ignnus Posted February 15, 2018 Report Share Posted February 15, 2018 SORRY for bad English and everything else. not quite just like dust rise i shan't won't go i shouting at the rage same as a dog-wolf sorry i'm very sorry for the light and brightness we are a silly person and you say you are not please don't try a smile especially if it's not real to me it's certainly not funny to watch our flobby descent to immortality, wisdom of time etc etc.. fury of flames does not think about anything particular at all dimming of light echoes like a drum and a river of molten lava Ungod 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fang Archbane Posted February 16, 2018 Report Share Posted February 16, 2018 Life is but an Illusion Albeit a very persistent one And my mentality changes with it About as often as the moon with the sun I used to believe in right and wrong Then realized that no such things exist I am free now yet more bound than ever I am but a paradox stuck in perpetual bliss I accepted that all of life is a journey With no truly correct or incorrect path I now simply live to experience it all in stride To find balance with minimal negative aftermath ignnus 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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