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I agree.

 

Until then, I'll dump my stuff here.

 

Every night

 

I see them still

As I watch the window’s till,

Filled with tokens of the blight

I envision every night

 

We invaded foreign land

Crossing dunes of shifting sand

Meeting places of lustrous light

This peace I crave for every night

 

We came with fire,

We came with might

We knew we had no real right

Unleashing hell with every night

 

Our worship of Mammon had its toll;

We heard the heavy vehicles roll

As our cover was thrown into fight

Repeated gunshots in the night

 

Now let me sleep;

So that I too,

Can embrace the void, so tight

And maybe when you think of me

You’ll remember he who fell into

The darkness and the night.

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Just one that I randomly wrote today

(and yes the grammar was all intentional)

 

Love

 

One that shall hold everything

Winter, Summer, Fall, or Spring

Destruction swift as poisoned dart

Key to thine four-chambered heart

With visions of what future be

Good or bad, no one can see

With him of her, her of him

Though ripped away at all lifes' end

Survives, though as forgotten lore

Until sought out it be, once more.

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There I sat.

Broken Hearted.

Meant to sheet.

But only farted.

 

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watching the full moon

shining brightly up in the dark sky

i can’t resist drawing a parallel to my life;

 

one complete circle it has come,

what started as a small thing

has now been completed and finished

with the next stage already in motion;

 

just like a full moon,

my life achieved its highest peak and

like all good things, it has come to an end,

and slowly fades away into oblivion;

 

bit by bit, it starts fading away

bit by bit, slowly and steadily

leaving a long lasting impression behind

it is slowly moved out of context;

 

life goes on,

up and down,

waning and waxing

like a moon;

 

just like the craters on the moon,

all events etched deep into our memories

never fading away and reminding us of the

good and the bad days of life;

 

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That there Poem has no flow buddy. It needs to be able to be read fluently and be a treat to read. I don't know if that makes sense to you or not but yeah.

It does. :)

 

This really was my first try as a poet, so I didn't really expect it to be overwhelmingly excellent.

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