Grido Posted April 28, 2009 Report Share Posted April 28, 2009 (edited) Right We are looking for poets and poetry for the MagicDuel Newspaper, as the title of this thread might suggest. So post, as responces to this thread poetry which you'd like to be included into the paper. Only the best will get put in The poem does not have to be MD related, but we might give preferance to those that are. There is no restriction on language used, but please provide a translation in English. (I said nothing of a restriction before this edit, people presumed it though, hence the edit) By posting here, you are giving us the right to reproduce your poetry in the newspaper. In turn, you also state by posting here that you have the right to give us that permission. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now for the evil Grido Moderator bit Right, in your post you are allowed: [list] [*]The title [*]The poem itself [*]*Brief* explanation/description [/list] Any responces to the poems can you keep to pm's please, or someone make another (single) topic for the purpose, i dont know how much it will be wanted so I wont make it myself. EDIT: Thread now made: [url="http://magicduel.invisionzone.com/topic/3851-comments-on-poetry/"]HERE[/url] Anything other than that i've listed as being allowed will be heavily moderated to keep this thread clean and for poetry only, thank you. Edited August 17, 2009 by Grido Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tzaroth747 Posted April 28, 2009 Report Share Posted April 28, 2009 Liquid Sunlight Alone on the rocks, transfixed and wondering, I stand The loving sun sends its warmth across the land, Lending every shade a golden hue. The firmament comforts me with its majestic blue. As I peer about and scan within A clear reflection mesmerizes my internal vision. Like a newborn child’s first sight I sense The glory of a hidden world, sweeter than any incense. Currents of euphoria flow and ebb, With me, the willing victim, caught in the web. My soul, put to ease by these feelings, so strong, Is lulled into peace by the earth's silent song. A brief sensation that can't help but fade Is my greatest treasure, rarer than a unicorn's glade. Felt once but remembered forever, so pure and bright, Is the glory and joy of my liquid sunlight. (Written to honour a brief, wonderful feeling of connection with the Earth that overwhelmed me one day as I was doing a nature hike.) Cruelty Your viral touch infected me long ago We laughed and danced in your playground (The memory shimmers in my minds eye) Of us together, there as one. How blind I was! To all your lies, Clever veils erected to please and sedate, Comfort and subdue.. My will dissolved under the subtle Stroke of your caress. Of it all, my heaven was there with you, My love! and now it's gone, ripped asunder And all that's left is your smiling face, so pleased... So pleased with my misery, your creation Taken up so high! Into your arms I fell These eyes of mine close with bitter remorse, Knowing full well the taste of sublime delight Was nothing more than pity for my ignorance Doled out so passionately from the source of my demise You! my love, for whom I yearn, Wicked temptress haunting my dreams With you I writhed in a web of lies, And now alone torment fills this place. No, it was heaven, your deceit for me -- All your heartless insincerity. It felt so good, your special cruelty ...and now, alone I burn with desire For you, the phantom Love I never had. (Double meaning poem, written both an analysis of the Thoth Tarot deck Cruelty card, and an ode to a bittersweet relationship of my past.) Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Phantom Orchid Posted May 2, 2009 Report Share Posted May 2, 2009 [b] A Pirate's Lament[/b] The twilight flows in Through the big window pane. The moon, like a boat, Is sailing the sky. The bright evening star Shows the way onward: A vision as fair As an old lullaby. She sits by the window, Watching the moon And the star’s golden light. Though her mind and her body Are no more, her spirit Is sailing away In the deep cerulean night. When she was alive, She lived on the ocean And gathered the waves With you by her side. And when she died, She moved to the prairie And dreamed of the waves Where her spirit now abides. When you were with her, She taught you the star-rhyme: “I wish that I may, And I wish that I might.” But the sweetest of wishes Are the ones never answered, The longing as rich As the azure evening light. What is she wishing, Tonight by the window, Watching the moon And the star sailing by? Though her body is gone, Her spirit is happy, Sailing away In an old lullaby. (This poem was written for my lover Adiallinda - in honor and memory of somebody very special to her - and also for the inextricable link between moon and sea) [b] Secret Places[/b] From our secret places By a hidden path, We come in the moonlight Safe from the wraiths. There the night through We soak in our pleasure, Dancing to such a measure As only the weald ever knew. To song and dance And lilt without a name, So sweetly breathed Devoid of all shame. And many a young maiden Is there, of mortal birth, Her young eyes laden With dreams of earth. And many a youth entranced Moves slowly in the weald o'er round, His brave lost feet enchanted, With the rhythms of fairy sound. Music so forest regal And piercing sweet would bring Harmony with blackbirds singing Their best in the ear of spring. And now they pause in their dancing, And look with troubled eyes, Earth straying children With sudden memory wise. They pause, and their eyes missing moonlight With wisdom growing cold, Grow dim and a thought goes fluttering In the hearts no longer old. And then the dream forsakes them, And sighing, they turn anew, As the whispering music takes them, To the dance of the Nymph crew. O many a thrush and a blackbird Would soar o'er the ground, And pine away in silence For envy of such a sound. So the night through In our sad pleasure, We dance to many a measure, That only the weald ever knew. (This is one I wrote about the land Loreroot where I live) Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dayredeemer Posted May 2, 2009 Report Share Posted May 2, 2009 (edited) Mirth Listen... Listen... Listen to the elemental orchestra of water Filling to the brim the basins and bowels of the earth with music, Each chiming chord regulated by The Maestro's Fluid, tempered hand. Today, without the wind and absent rain The baton rests and Mirth takes a leaving bow. The fountain's chorus sleeping, the whirlpool's rondo aquiet. The low meandering river hymns its bleeding threnody, And the mouth that kisses the ocean's lips surrenders the sweetest of lyrics with an exhausted sigh. Tomorrow the land will be dry. It falls to Memory to shed a tear, A cry containing the moist melodic seeds of life. Beseeching the sky to reform the world With vital verse and prodigious rhythm. Seize these semi-quavers of hope Place them upon Nature's stave. Create a new signature of time and bless the fresh key changes. At last, at last, Mirth sloughs off the drought of slumber, And with experienced, spinning hand Collects The Sky's scattered dew drops, And beats down blue thunder taps from the podium. The land has life and can now listen to the new strong song sung. Edited May 2, 2009 by dayredeemer Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Treehill Posted May 2, 2009 Report Share Posted May 2, 2009 (edited) I have an archive with more than 400 poems since my 13 years,soo i can help with this a lot XD!Although didnt helped with that section this one would be just copy and paste,maybe sometimes writing even new ones....Here is one that is long: [u][b]A Theatre of Tango[/b][/u] [u]1th Act:[/u] Feel like running But never reaching Mine fingers keep touching yours With no acknowledgment Through days we keep the same game I’m always acting and you’re always smiling Could you be that stupid? Or it’s just another game To not face what’s already written Unspoken words reign our world While our eyes met each other I can’t see what they mean You’re just a daydreaming puzzle Stop doing that Stop acting like that I’m not yours.... (Still I want to be) You’re not mine... Would you change someday...? I’m always dreaming [u]2th Act:[/u] Couldn’t be less obvious? The more I fall the less I feel If you ever notice me Help me You’ve made me feel again Feelings that I didn’t want Now all I’m trying to do is crush those feelings It’s not fair It’s not right But that’s the only way I see To stop loving you Keep bleeding heart of mine You will always want something you can’t get I’m getting stronger through the sacrifice But who said the stronger lives? [u]3th Act:[/u] I’m over There is no coming back I’ve changed too much to be recognized Now I’m a warrior Always fighting with out reasons Taking more lives than the necessary The little light I had when I met you is gone My soul got tainted Claimed by the darkness Swallowed by the lust and needing Don’t call me by my name Neither ask me help I am untouchable I am shattered Long live the dead king in his ice throne [u]4th Act:[/u] Through ages we live From body to body we shall revive What seemed terrible now Doesn’t mean anything at all Keep flying Keep dreaming You will never reach anything But never lost something It’s the way of god The way of nature Can’t be more than what I’ve been [u]5th Act:[/u] No space no fortune Felt nothin’ from heavens Neither hell was hot You are the only one to melt The only to freeze Upon those words I beg you Seek the truth behind the truth (This was at first a huge story i once wrote about love not fullfilled,then i made a really short poem resuming the story,using conotations and other meanings to tell the story,its made of 5 acts,although they seem not to be connected if you see them one by one,if you read them as one you can see the whole history) Gonna write somemore when i get into my pc..... Obs.: This poems isnt my best ¬¬,actually i think is really bad since i tried to do something too dificult as making a synopsis of a history with more than 400 pages...XD Yeah its bad... obs².: Can i put poems on my own language too?It would be good to spread our own cultures,and we even might get more beautifull poems.....really why should i be the only to adapt to another language? [color="purple"]EDIT: I had imposed no restriction before...but nonetheless i've edited this into the first post - Grido[/color] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [color="purple"]Merged Posts by same author[/color] Sonhos [color="#FF0000"]Dreams[/color] Vivo isolado a observar Pessoas andando, procurando Não encontro alguém para meu olhar repousar Observo dos céus, enevoado fardo [color="#FF0000"]Living alone and observing People walking, searching Do not find someone to hold my sight Watch from the skies, clouded burden[/color] Uma jovem sábia uma vez me disse: “Tu és do tamanho de teu sonho” Hoje rio pois quão correta ela estava Estou isolado nas alturas [color="#FF0000"]Once a young wise miss told me: “You are the size of your dream” Today I laugh, how certain she was I am secluded in the heights[/color] Procuro cair, descender Mas não há forma de sobreviver Só vejo sombras e silhuetas Vejo tudo mas ninguém me vê [color="#FF0000"]Search to fall, descend But there is no way to survive Only see shadows and silhouettes See all but no one sees me[/color] Irônico,penso eu sobre Deus, Pois eu sou ele Onipresente,Onisciente e Onipotente Será ele infeliz como eu? [color="#FF0000"]Ironic,i think about God Since I am Him Omnipresent,Omniscient and Omnipotent Would he be miserable like me? [/color] Descenda deste cargo terrível Pois um substituto já há Seja feliz, meu lugar é nos céus Isolado [color="#FF0000"]Descend from this terrible burden A substitute already exist Be joyous, my place is in the skies Isolated [/color] Agora me imagino como Deus E vejo quão triste é sê-lo Ser signo para todos mas não possuir um Incutir a fé nos outros e não a possuir [color="#FF0000"]Now, think of myself as God And see how awnful is be him Be sign for all yet do not have one Evoke faith in other but don’t have it[/color] Descendo e ascendo Não vejo, não ouço A vida é belamente insuportável Para este ser horrendo... [color="#FF0000"]Descending and ascending Dont see, dont hear Life is beautiful umbearable For this horrendous being…[/color] Deixe-me em paz Não me ofereça a vida pois carrego a morte em meu peito Não ascendo Não descendo [color="#FF0000"]Leave me in peace Don’t offer me life I bear death on my chest Aint ascending Ain’t descending[/color] Só caio... [color="#FF0000"]Only fall[/color] P.S.Edit.: Totally forgot about the history of the poem....It refers to people who has really huge dreams dificult to accomplish,although they want that it seems that dream is more harmfull and shouldnt try to realize,possible in the way having lost so many things good to that dream,its not worth it. P.S.: If you let me i can keep on posting XD? [color="purple"]Their is no limit on amount of poems[/color] Edited May 3, 2009 by Treehill Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dayredeemer Posted May 2, 2009 Report Share Posted May 2, 2009 Five Thorns As she nestled her blue orchid love beside his scarlet rose, she felt an arid, aromatic breeze descend like cardamon dust, and in that moment she gave herself away.She knew. Heart crushed, her berry-blushed lips bled ruby tears. There were those who had born witness to their courtship vows; the misheard ensnared percussive tattoo of love empemeral. But as the morning shade gathered under the yawning trees the light revealed a back-scratched promise broken.Skin deep. And embedded in her foliage green there lay blooded five abandoned thorns. Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
BrightShield Posted May 2, 2009 Report Share Posted May 2, 2009 [center]A Dreamer's Dream Dreams comfort me, I pray as I succumb to the night and lay "Leave your worries, doubt and fear (and) Enter the Sandman's Domain." Dreams show me I say worlds of fantasy and play. Reveal to me my heart's desire let it burn with passion and fire. Oh Dreams grant me the key with wistful yearning I plea. Unlock the secret chambers of my soul solve the puzzle and make me whole.[/center] My first petty attempt for a poem the rhymes. Written the morning after a beautiful and peaceful dream. This is a two part poem. See below for the next part. [center]Sandman's Riposte Dreams you seek and implore they obey me at my call for I am the Dream's Mastermaker Ruler of All. To beseech the Dreams I create thou summon me to thy aid? No mortal whim has ever been made to make the Lord of Sleep a slave! What you seek can't be found in this Kingdom I command Open your eyes, foolish one. Now I bid you, begone![/center] When I created Dreamer's Dream and Sandman's Riposte, it was originally one whole poem [a convo between the Dreamer and Sandman] wherein for every Dreamer's stanza is the response of the Sandman. ***my first post! yay! hope someone likes it*** Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Harion Posted May 2, 2009 Report Share Posted May 2, 2009 (edited) disclaimer: i am not very good with words, so here. judge my work for what it's worth [b]Resting Place[/b] I have come to my resting place. Where the air is fresh and the wind is cool Where the rocks are white and the sands are fine Where the trees are dense and the land is lush and the heavens and stars refresh your soul at night. I will remove the ropes and untie the boat. I have come to my resting place. I have come to my resting place. Where the birds fly free and the fishes swim deep Where horses run wild and foxes go tame Where sheep cry silently and crickets do not hum and the water and the ocean gently lap at your feet while you sleep. I will gather the wool and whisper the prayer of the wild. I have come to my resting place. I have come to my resting place. I have spent my whole life searching for a place to die Where sunset shall give way to a beautiful morn and its brilliant streaks reflecting in the horizon I will go in the wind and set up the sail I will fly in the sky and soar with the birds I have come to my resting place. I shall not die in vain. I have come to my resting place. Where the wind is now picking up and the waves are starting to build Where the crickets are now humming and the sheep starting to weep I can hear the fox howl as the sail catches wind and my boat starts to move. There, these prayers of the wild will not be forgotten. I have come to my resting place. So now, I shall be on my way. --- brief explanation/description: dying isn't the end of the journey. it's the start of a new one. this poem evokes my desire to find a place where i can be contented to die - and then move on to another realm that only dying can conquer. i wrote this when i was 13. later in my life when i got married, i realized i wasn't looking for a literal place on earth - but a state of mind - of happiness. i was looking for somewhere where my heart can rest and stop wandering. and then i found it. suddenly, i'm not too interested in dying anymore. -- p.s i agree with treehill. non english poems should be allowed with english translations provided by the author. it would enrich MD culture further [color="purple"]EDIT: I had imposed no restriction before...but nonetheless i've edited this into the first post - Grido[/color] pps. also agree another separate thread is needed. both for allowing discussions to go on about the poems posted and also so we can put up a survey and vote for our favorite poems (or poets). authors cannot vote for their own poems obviously. much less vote for themselves. [color="purple"]EDIT: Thread made: [url="http://magicduel.invisionzone.com//index.php?showtopic=3851""]http://magicduel.invisionzone.com//index.p...opic=3851"[/url] - Grido[/color] -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [color="purple"]Merged posts by same author[/color] Mabuhay Bawat Araw (Living Days) sa libingan ko’y ika’y napadaan (on my grave you passed by) nag-iwan ng bulaklak at namaalam (leaving flowers and saying goodbye) ngunit kanino ka ba namamaalam (but to whom are you really saying goodbye?) sa akin o sa sarili mong alaala? (to me or to your own memories?) tunay ngang ang mundo’y malawak (it is true, the world is big) pero sating pagkakaila (but in our denials) mas makitid pa ito sa eskinita (it became smaller than the thinnest roads) wala na akong pagsisisi (i have no more regrets) nilamon na ng panahon (each of them swallowed up by time) at ng pagmamahal (and by love) ganito kaiksi ang buhay (this is how short life is) ang walang hanggan pinutol ng isang kisapmata (forever, interrupted by a blink of an eye) at ang hinagpis, ng isang taos-pusong handog (and sorrow, by a very generous gift) sa likuran ng aking pandinig (at the back of my mind) patuloy kong naririnig (i keep on hearing) isang kaibigan at isang alaala (a friend and a memory) pero bakit ganito? (but what is this?) ako ang may hawak na bulaklak (i'm the one holding flowers) at ang puntod na ito’y sayo…. (and this grave is yours...) --- a poem to remember one of the greatest regrets of my life - losing my best friend but it's also meant to mark a point in my life where i have put the past behind me and have managed to bury her (my friend) and my regrets, in the past it's also meant to show how whereas losing her almost killed me with sorrow while barely inconveniencing her, discovering i no longer love her devastated her far more switching our roles - she now realizes she loves me, while i want nothing more to do with her writing this poem is kind of like singing Eamon's [spoiler]Fuck It [/spoiler](Don't want You Back) it's as formal as i could get to telling her - [spoiler]i'm not your bitch anymore, bitch[/spoiler] Edited May 3, 2009 by Grido Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Amoran Kalamanira Kol Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 (edited) (Old stuff, haven't written poetry in some time.) [center][u][b]The Dark Mirror[/b][/u] A reflection stirred By a seventh moon risen The mirror shattered Scattering worlds amongst the well Knife like edges Scrapes and cuts of the old Threads of night clung Twisted, contorted Try to pull in What light did behold the disturbing sight Blinded and tempted by ink black thoughts The vortex shifted Reached out Trying to pull kin within The fae awoke with warning Alarming, alerting Being drawn into The oldest of waters [/center] [b][center][I was looking at an old well that was on a friends property, it was night time and the moon was reflecting off of the surface of the water. I thought it looked kind of like a mirror.. and when I disturbed the surface of the water, the light from the moon 'shattered' on it's surface and what was beneath looked like a never-ending hole...so for some reason I put this together to express that.] [/center][/b] [center] [u][b]Musings of a Broken Mind[/b][/u] A visible trembling, and the cliffs begin to crumble. The calm waters of thought start to crash. Sight, touch, the senses go awry- Swirling, clouds of dust This chaos of debris Intermixing Silk and leather Intermixing Until all is silenced. Still and grey. Fading, translucent, pit of black. [/center] [center][u][b]Scorn[/b][/u] Birthed from the shade that mixes with red A shadow’s passer by Wandering Limitless wastelands From which, no return harbors Like water, it ripples Yet no moisture collects Thought, cease Time, cease For now, only a memory remains Foreshadowed by time and place Delve deep in the jaded pit Crawl, struggle Release. [/center] [b][center][Dunno, you tell me.][/center][/b] [center][u][b]Carnelian Eye[/b][/u] The slightest movement under a blood red light. The carnelian eye that lights my path. It's calling me- Through a whispering tendril of air. Create the cobblestones of my road. It's calling me. Touch the earth to feel grounded. Violet eyes to the sky. Carnelian eye tell me your forbidden oath. Fire light the wind turning me to ash. Its calling me my flame lit path. It calls It calls From a rhraspy lung Breathe me in- my ashes. Sing to me my blood red light. Your secret, my secret. A whisper of flesh and spirit Draw me forward bound at the wrist. From the comforting shade of my willow- Violet eyes to the sky. Guide me. [/center] [b][center][Once again, you tell me. ][/center][/b] Edited May 3, 2009 by Amoran Kalamanira Kol Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
zalabar Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 (edited) While I am sure, I stand no chance against any of these excellent poets, I with to toss in my two cents of poetry. [b]The song of death's love.[/b] Set aside the buried light Of candle, torch, and rotting wood, And listen to the turn of night Caught in your rising blood. How quiet is the midnight, love, How warm the winds where ravens fly, Where all the changing moonlight, love, Pales in your glowing eye. How loud your heart is calling, love, How close the light at your breast, How hectic are the rivers, love, Drawn through your dying wrist. And love, what heat your frail skin hides, As pure as salt, as sweet as death, And in the dark, the white moon rides, The foxfire of your breath. __ Knights of death, no longer dying, watch as people die around them. this poem talks of what ever love, or lust a death knight can feel, after their emotions dying with their previous life. __ [b]Vows of the wed.[/b] But you and I, through burning plains, through darkness of the earth, affirm the world, its people, the heavens that gave them birth, the breath that passes between us, this new home where we stand, and all those things made larger by the vows between woman and man. __ that was a poem of wedding vows. (don't ask why I typed this :lol: ) After some thinking,and some searching around my house, and typing italian onto a american keyboard I show a poem I wrote a time ago, I don't know if it qualifies as a poem, but it's really nice. it fits excelent in the language of Italian, (translations to show what it says.) [b]"L'aria, il mio amore A lei. "[/b] Amor mio, caro bene Perché vai lontan da me? Giurasti un amor, che mai non dovea Aver fine per noi Nei momenti di tristezza Nei momenti di dolor A te, mia stella, penso Con infinito ardore Un legame senza speme Perché mai dovrei aver? Che cosa tu vuoi ch'io faccia oramai Mi devi dire tu Ti ringrazio, caro bene Amor mio, vita mia Al grave doler, al buio timor Che il cuore mi turbó Dolcemente, con amore Hai risposto al mio gridare Per sempre ognor, per sempre ognor Qui a me, t'attenderò [b]"Aria, my love To you."[/b] My love, dear one Why do you go so far from me? You swore a love that should have never Have an end for us In times of sadness In times of pain I think of you, my star With infinite ardor Why must I have A bond without hope? What would you have me do now? You must tell me I thank you, dear one My love, my life To the grave sorrow, to the dark fear That disturbed my heart Sweetly, with love You have answered to my cries Forever, every day, forever, everyday I shall wait for you here __ it's a song of love, "why a song of love, saladbar?" well I wanted to write a poem of love for someone that I lost... (really in life *sniffs a bit* then I thought, and decided that she'll always be with me in my heart.) I thank you for reading this all. Edited May 3, 2009 by zalabar Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fenris Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 [size=3][u][b]An End to the Flame[/b][/u][/size] The all-consuming flame, so full of life and color, eats at the air, devouring it hungrily. So full of life and color, it seems to flicker, devouring it hungrily, it mows over a piece of grass. It seems to flicker, yet it seems so healthy, it mows over a piece of grass, but it doesn't consume it. It seems so healthy, yet it is growing smaller, but it doesn't consume, what is in its path. It is growing smaller, even though, what is in its path, is flammable. Even though, the stuff, is flammable, it is dying. The stuff, what had provided it with life, is dying, the flame moves to slow to get there in time. The all-consuming flame, So full of life and color, It seemed so healthy, yet it is dead. Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dst Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 First of all congratz: those are really nice poems (I usually hate poetry ) but I enjoyed several of those above. I stink when it comes to poetry but still....some of my favorites. Enjoy: Roses are red, Violets are blue, Dead dogs stink And so do you! Roses are red, Violets are blue Please don't cry! Frankenstain was ugly too! Roses are red. Violets are blue. Please don't kiss me, 'cuz I have the flu. Roses are red. Violets are blue. I may look stupid, But so do you! Roses are red And, frankly, a bore. Give me jewelry instead Or I’ll show you the door! Roses are red Violets are blue There's a bug on the carpet So give me your shoe! _____________________________________________________________ [color="purple"]The following is by Dark Trial[/color] And in this same vein... Roses are #FF0000 Violets are #0000FF All my base are Belong to you Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MakiCasanova Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 (edited) [b]Views on Life[/b] Life is like a harsh, cruel master Giving you endless amounts of labor Life is like an unjust official Giving you less when you deserve something special Life is like the mountains: towering and high But when you climb the top, you'll reach the sky Life is like the sea, treacherous during storms But let this pass, and see beauty in all its forms Life is like a blessing Giving you many things worth treasuring Life is like a teacher Teaching lessons that you must remember In the end, life is a surprise Filled with birth, consequence and demise Life is a journey worth taking after all An experience filled with triumph and downfall [A summary on the different views on life. Some think life is trying to make them suffer, thus, they hate it. Some may think that life revolves around the give-and-receive principle. Your efforts must equal the reward you are trying to get. And lastly, some may view life is a blessing in itself, probably because they must be pretty happy right now. ] [b]The Comforting Darkness[/b] The darkness that engulfs my soul is eternal A part of my mind, body and soul Forever will it consume me possess my being Forever will it surround me protect me from harm The light is too blinding it burns my eyes! And thus, I step away rejecting its call A being of darkness such as I does not find refuge in the light I am not a messenger of evil I say Nor am I a herald of doom I simply find comfort in the shadows of night For beings of darkness such as I do not find refuge in the light [Darkness does not always represent evil, for darkness gives meaning to the light, which is mostly branded as a sign of evil. Darkness gives us comfort during the night; I don't think most of us can sleep with the light on. Also, darkness shelters nocturnal animals from the burning, harsh light of the sun, so in a way, it is a sign of comfort.] [b]The Deceitful Light[/b] Ah, the light Branded by most as a holy symbol, a divine sign The one that leads the sheep into greener pastures, into cooler waters It leads them into a spiral of trickery into a den of wolves And the sheep suffer bleating for their feeble lives Indeed, it is pitiful But for those who can truly see who know the deceit laid out behind those sparkles of light They remain in the dark protected by its shadowy might aware of the hideous truth Unwilling to fall into a hidden pit But ever determined to cross over it and overcome its trickery For who ever said that bowing to the light will release you from your worry? [People who claim to be holy are not always holy. Outside in front of the people, they look like saints, but on the inside, they might are gold-hungry thieves who care nothing about the people. Remember, things are not always as they seem, and the light can play tricks with your mind and eyes. So what do you think? Is the light really a sign of freedom and gallantry, or is it a deceitful insignia, leading people into a maze of tricks and lies? You decide.] Edited May 7, 2009 by MakiCasanova Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Xermaxm Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 [center][i]At Midnight[/i] ‘Twas midnight, as I lay in bed; Thoughts still not settled in my head. A gloomy day; a restless night. It was dark; just moon light. I went to the window, to look out; ‘twas a raven looking in. I sat there thinking for a while, Then I noticed the ravens smile. Oh raven! Who are you! Who may you be? And why do you stand there before me? The raven stood there for some time, Soon the sun began to shine. The raven then flew away; Saying all she need say. ~Justin Ellis Daniel [i]This Little Garden of Mine[/i] When I moved in it was not there, But it grew with every year. Bigger, greener; every time. This little garden of mine. With flowers of golden hew, Grass and weeds too. Year by year, with disbelief, This garden grows to my grief. Bigger? Greener? How could this be? It’s grown so big; I can hardly see! This has gone too far! It cannot stay! This crack in my driveway. ~Justin Ellis Daniel [i]The Darkness[/i] The darkness approaches, moving slowly through the woods. Swallowing up the trees, as it moved ever toward you. It swallows up the singing birds. Silence surrounds you. One by one, The trees disappear. The darkness circles you, Taking the rest of the trees. You see nothing but black. Cut off from all life, as the darkness takes hold. A chill runs down your spine, as you ask yourself; “Am I ready to die”? ~Justin Ellis Daniel [i]At the Lake[/i] The day is calm, as if the world holds it breath. The clouds stand still, above the mountains in the far distance. Birds chirp nearby, singing their summer song. The sun is warm, and high, light caps the rippled water. In it, a boy at play, peaceful, serene. ~Justin Ellis Daniel [i]A Homeless Plea[/i] “Please stop sir, your life won’t rearrange, you will still have the rest of your day. Am I invisible to you? Why walk way? I’m just homeless, not strange. I’m not some dog on the street, dieing of mange. Do you even listen to the words that I say? I do not beg, I pray… Not for your coins, I just want change”. ~Justin Ellis Daniel[/center] [center]Just a taste, if you want more just ask. [/center] Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Shadowseeker Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 O.o That sure means we have lots of poets here. A small piece of mine, I have more, but I doubt they'd be appreciated with so many others here. Destiny Life's but a walking shadow, yet we blindly chase the light. Look at the radiating rainbow, it shines with all its colorful might. This shall be our fate, to hunt and seek forever. Death as the only mate, awaiting us to waver. (Actually was supposed to be longer, but I couldn't add more into PLs..) Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dayredeemer Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 (edited) [b]Frogs and Princesses[/b] (in honour of Grido) an anxious frog from a pad on his pond would ponder upon the proximity of princesses. they would perplex him with their appetites for picnics beneath parasols whilst practising kisses. one day a chef from the castle was summoned with garlic and herbs he buttered the girls' lips and off came the frog's legs in two scissor snips. No more hopping for a brighter future. [b]Bonedog[/b] Bonedog and Creamcat: tenacious, content One followed the other wherever she went: Excepting treetops and other high places, then he would practice pulling fearsome faces... Not to be scary or to cause fright, just trying to keep his slack jaw tight. Bonedog saw Creamcat kissing the moon. " i hope she comes back to me sooner than soon." Edited May 3, 2009 by Grido Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
The Black rose Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 Roses limerick There was a young girl from Wales Who had a bad habit of biting her nails But then she stopped when she chopped Her hand off in the Yorkshire-dales Hope you like my limerick Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dayredeemer Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 The Pub Time enough to tell our tales Of wonderment at the ever changing world As we spin our stories upon the evening air, Made rich by our love of unmomentous moments shared: It is the stillness between dancing steps, The gracious droop of laughing eyes, The half unspoken, half unsung Fact of our friendship That keeps trouble waiting outside the tavern door, And us, ever breathless, for more, more, more. Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
redphoenix Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 [center][b]Valiant Knight[/b] So steadfast and full of might, Not a single trace of fright. You have a sword to strike your foes, A shield to defend from blows. My hero! So true and valiant, You slay dragons that others can't. Too many lass that worships you; But you search only a love so true. You defend and help for honor. Enemies beware! Be afraid in terror! You stand for the truth, for love and glory You seem so tireless and free from worry A knight to be adored; Your deeds widely spread and heard. One day; should a princess await you? You shall save with the best you do. ~RedPhoenix~ [/center] I was day dreaming and pondering one day when it came up to my mind what it will be like to a knight. Hope you like it. Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Asterdai Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 (edited) [u]My Summer Days[/u] Far below skies white and blue, the Sun embraces with its golden hue, as i lay here it warms me through, i drift away, and dream of you, Far below skies blue and white, sometimes the Sun goes out of sight, and with it takes its shining light, but i think of you, and everythings all right. (explanation) The title is not an original title, im not sure it has a title. The poem i wrote when i was out in the garden(noted down on my phone) and i felt overwhelmed by the size of the sky, and the warmth from the sun. The sun is important in this poem therefore it is capitalised, It needs to be spoken really, and it would be read very slowly emphasizing every word. if you read it like this you might feel the same way i did when i wrote it down, Very short very simple, but makes me feel happy and remember the time when i wrote it. I believe this relates to magic duel for a few reasons. As it is about being alone in a wide expanse but with the help of people around it can make life rich and fufilling, about how the security of a stable thing, a friend, can really impact you, about how things that should impact you, in a negitive way, (like the fears first evident when i first entered Necrovian) dont matter as in the end i did not do it alone, i had my friends to be there for me to explain what it is was really going on, and to support me in many things, even without them really knowing. My Moon. The moon is a face of someone you know, a friend, a lover, a dream. Strange, it seems, how it comforts and consoles you with a lonely light. A friend to everyone, yet close to none. Sometimes it changes, not giving out as much light as before, but then you realise it still is and ever will be a constant, a thing that will always be there, that you can rely to be there when you need it to be. This moon is your judge, an all seeing eye, which pierces the dark of the night and lets you bask in its light, shielding you from the shifting shadows which sometimes whisk around your head. It alone knows all you secrets, your hopes, your fears and your own reality. Sometimes you want this moon to go away and sometimes you want it to be just you two together. It pains you that you are so close, that there is so much between you, and that yet you are apart, and forever will be. But this is the way it is, and forever will be and you know in your heart of hearts that you wouldn't want it any other way. written for Lunar Goddess, Edited May 6, 2009 by Asterdai Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tarquinus Posted May 3, 2009 Report Share Posted May 3, 2009 (edited) I do not write much poetry, but my friend Keith does. I have presented two of my works and two of his: some of you will have seen these before. [center]This is so much as I am: A scalloped coarse revenant Powder collapsed from smokeless fire. This is so much as I was: Imbecile vagrant, fever's fool Waltzing tip-toe with a phantom As faceless as the sky. This is so much as I shall be: Hermetic wastrel of hours Awash in spectral radiance Rootless as moonbeams Tarnished urn of wasted words Reflection of light unseen. [/center] The poem has no title. I thought of one, just now: half-life. Without Penelope LightMoon, without Aia del Mana, without Ennoia in one of her many guises, I am not much of anything at all. A friend recently and very bitterly remarked that I am less than a man - and though he meant it literally, as a comment on my deathless, lifeless nature, it is truer than he guessed, I think. I leave the metaphors for you to untangle yourselves. [center][b]White Planet[/b] She dances through the lightless sky And gleams to those who watch below: A pale, unwinking, flawless eye Whose drifting light will set aglow All darkened hearts deprived of hope. Those fearful in the looming night Whose shadows will confess no scope May gaze upon her steady light And warm their thoughts in love’s embrace. In all celestial pantomime, Amid the steps of stellar grace, I mark but one ‘til end of Time: The song to prise my soul from granite, The night’s first jewel, the bold white planet. [/center] This poem was written for my wife, Aia del Mana, now Aia Tarquinia, who, like Penelope before her, has fallen into a slumber from which she cannot awaken. One tires of hearing a love compared to a star or the sun, so I chose a different metaphor. Those familiar with the beauty of the planet Venus may understand why. As part of my vengeance against Keith, I now present to you two of his works. [center][i][b]Weightless[/b] Enfold me in a rush of cool About my limbs: a crisp embrace, The sweet shock of a swimming pool, A sapphire void, your sacred space. Then cast me skipping through the air, Now flip me up, now twist me down, A feather whirling here and there In boundless dance above the ground. Suspend me in a crystal haze Of sugar spun and lemon sweet: Your candy-colored paraphrase, A quirk of thought for you to eat. To kiss you is to levitate, For in your arms I have no weight. [/i][/center] Keith wrote this for his current paramour, Pamplemousse, whom I sometimes call the Brightest Star in Heaven. Keith explains that his affair with Pamplemousse is so effortless and so second-nature to both of them that he felt it deserved poetic expression. Those of you who know Keith also know he is the Bard of Darkness, mythographer, songster, and poet of the court of the Rajj Khalazdad. One of Keith's talents is extemporaneous composition, and he has written several poems/song lyrics for Khalazdad on the spot. I present my favourite such work here. [center][i][b]"Dirge for Khalazdad"[/b] The endless heat, the burning sun, The hollow, sunken loss of love, The sharp regret of what is done No less below than lost above. The dirge has only just begun; The desert raptor kills the dove; The sundering of what was one: The sacrifice not to remove. Fear and rejoice, for Black is King; Fear and rejoice - for everything.[/i][/center] As I say, Keith composed and performed this song, or poem, if you prefer, at the Rajj's command and without having prepared anything beforehand. Edited May 3, 2009 by Tarquinus Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
adiomino Posted May 4, 2009 Report Share Posted May 4, 2009 [b]I see more life than you do[/b] The path that has dust and leaves the one I see untouched by others I see less people and I see more life that is the path I take where the stars shine better at night and the sun shines through the leaves the grass is greener And the path that has cement and rocks the hard asphalt it has grown into civilization and you see less life and more people that is the path that you take where the fire replaces the stars at night the rush replaces the speed We go our separate ways and takes many days and we grow tired we will both fall on our knees and we can't pick each other up we are separate but you end up with a larger scar more hurt than me (something I came up with randomly) I hope it makes sense to everyone that reads it *finishes reading everyone's poetry* It looks like everyone is so caught up in colorful vocabulary. Their's shows yellow and green Mine shows purple and red I wish I could come up with colorful poetry. Hm... Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lady Amethyst Posted May 4, 2009 Report Share Posted May 4, 2009 Title: Differences (for lack of better title) [center]black and white darkness and light evil and good left and right differences they may seem but what do they really mean? to every person they see different views but which do you want to choose? I see the differences some subtle some clear but both seem really near to being the other is only taking a turn another path that needs to be learned the only thing these have alike is change it doesn't take much to rearrange the balance that seems shifting all the time without reason without rhyme. it will change your mind, your soul, your heart but none of these will never part these all make you who you are but don't just wish upon a star for even stars don't burn forever there is an end..maybe even tomorrow but the world keep spinning, keeps living and all I can say is keep giving all you have to each of these whatever keeps you pleased happiness is fleeting that is true but happiness is what you make of you[/center] Description: just a little something I've been thinking about with Magic Duel. That differences in things aren't far from being the other. That one hand there always the other hand I guess. I just made this up so it's not very well thought up. Might edit it later. Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Dazac Posted May 4, 2009 Report Share Posted May 4, 2009 [u]Beware the Shadow [/u] Beware your surroundings, they're not what they seem It is but illusion, it is but a dream And you will find, that when this is so You realize that you are the one in control A slip of the mind can cause great fear As slithering shadows bring about tears You forget that you're dreaming You're lost in yourself A void opens up, swallows you whole As you fall, you reach out for something to hold Then you stop, you find something to grip You look up and see that there's nothing in your fist Your eyes go wide and you start to scream Still forgetting it's not but a dream You see it now, the ledge you'd caught It was only the shadow of the ledge at the top So beware the shadow, that liquid dust Lest you grasp for the shadow, not the real stuff. (So, this was an on the spot poem, so it's pry lacking in quality. It was inspired by a quote from Aesop which goes, "Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow." I'm sure given time I could come up with a better poem, but the quote made me think of MD immediately, and the focus on illusion and things not always being what they appear to be. Essentially a shadow, imitating the object.) Change 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dayredeemer Posted May 5, 2009 Report Share Posted May 5, 2009 (edited) [b]The Less[/b] we are the less without father, mother, sibling, child. we are not blessed, neither meek or mild. we are mustered by the evocation of memory at the ebony gates of our adversary. psycholgical scars run like fault lines through our gathered throng. our parched voices sing the changes: an ancient song in our mother tongue. for many a long year we have not known fear or loathing, now immersed in the updraft of terror's wings. all but the graves are gone our land is nought without nation. as the spirit has died we are twice tongue tied. we are the less. ------------------------------------------------------------------ [b]My Impatient Rose[/b] my impatient rose you brush the sky too early with your chromatic face. now the Frost has you held in his embrace for a day and a night to your delight you flower for your new found love. how he cleaves to the bud within your leaves an upfront suitor, his charm an osmotic inversion. in an oxygenated form of devotion he weaves his crystal spell anew and you believe that this young love is due. and i believe it too. ---------------------------------------------------------------- [b]Long Shadow[/b] Intrepidly, with unshod feet, i tread and i sink amidst the dunes, strewn with the shards of tallow lamps. Where once a thousand lights waxed and waned there are but the half-blind rays of a mid month moon to guide me from eroded cliffs to the broken shoreline. I leave no trail of white pebbles in my wake, nor unravel twine as i descend, the merciless power of time and tide I seek, to bleach out the long shadow of unrequited love and be remembered as a friend. [color="purple"]hehe, you're posting so many poems, it's great - Grido[/color] [color="blue"](blue good for you Lib?)~use edit button dont make double/triple posts, this is first verbal warning after this real ones will come in, thank you for understanding - Lib[/color] All Wonders Now Cease All wonders now cease, for me at least. Why? when the heart that wears upon my sleeve once swelled with passion enough for passing years. What strange change is this? what will replace the love I so tenaciously embraced? now revealed as nought but the dance of shadows ended. If I can meter the murmur of this day, allow the concrete to abrase my skin, will the sirens of the street sound within? The humbling language of the dispossessed. Without hierachy the hungry, homeless ask plaintively for food, shelter, happiness. An unbleached canvass painted black, depicting fractured beauty as if in a draining glass, charmed by the loose associations of the current not the past. All wonders now cease, for me at least. Why? because the heart cannot rest sure in dust, without delay I must explore the living to the last. Ailith In a dress of diaphanous grey she appears as mist upon the morn and the dew rich moss preserves each delicate virginal press of her dancing steps upon this earth. Touching the Southern breezes with her tresses of blonde, she teaches the sky to colour the world with the primary hue of cloudless blue. She is supple as the tobacco leaf as light as dry white cotton, a memory line of a million souls, she is the breaker of chains, the warmth of the rain. Her blood-beat is the toll of a liberty bell she is the heart of me. Winter Milk whitewater, drifting in know this man whose lifeblood hangs by a tumble of silken thread. He resides upon the swell, eyes wide open in blissful sleep, swimming with the grain unto the deep. Beside his bed, in sharp relief, his sister speaks with ambitious reach of a place between here and after. More recent friends who knew the pain are pleased to hold his hand again. Yet how soft and slowly now the love does flow. A nurses laughter from afar impinges like a seventh wave against his smack and salty seascape. This is closure, his final encounter with the human condition. He sees, smiles and breathes for all the world. Likening Myself My knees are worn from likening myself to a shadow torn from a dancer born of grace. Humoured by a steady hand to guide me I attempt to pirouette but rise and fall all at sea. My body habitually shaping itself to satisfy it's own amusements. I am liquid, sloshing behind my glassy eyes. A barn storming cleft hoofer. Surprise! Take a tumble or two with an old friend And we will knee tremble even as the music ends. Stumbling Block Allow my stumbling block to be your stepping stone. I believe you know I cannot swim. But you may rest upon my shoulders strong and I will reveal to you a new horizon. From this altitude your hands can signal smiles to the cobalt-blue cloudless sky. Why, You may allade to a future perfect partner who now seems to stand as magnificent as you. The crisp current of this stream affords me kindness, I remain but subtly changed again. Knowing that each passing pleasure has its place, I am worn gently to a smoother, more rounded plane. The Promise I am flawed, like beached quartz whose time has passed, A feather detached from a long flown bird, a breeze trapped in an impenetrable cave. I am misplaced, a mermaid's purse, Borne reluctantly upon Neptune's great wave. Not a word, but a whisper of a gypsy's curse. I am an irritant to nature, an uncultured pearl. Formed is my loneliness, farmed, smoked, cured, Brought to the brink of bitterness and then hurled. But! Not back into the briny drink, Nor to the arms of a paid embrace. No! Much worse is yet to be expressed, Recast in the plaster strappings of grief. To my domain where friendships lie scattered and one in particular is tweezered, encaptured. Without the measure of pain and pleasure I fetter, as fettered and tease at my leisure. I am the stone, deceptive of substance, absorbing Love's concepts, conceits and notions. I am the dead reef in the shallowest of oceans, Betrayed by this, the most complex of emotions. 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