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[Gatemage Stardragon]

Another Emo poem... I doubt I'll show my friend who claimed Wishing Well was emo....

The Pain

[Gatemage Stardragon]

I don't know what was running through my head, but this came out...

Blood stain

Blood stains my hands
It pours out over the floor
I watch it
It seems to have a life of its own
The blood is hot, it burns me
The blood rushes up my arm,
It gets into my sleeve
The sticky hot wetness clings to me
The shirt goes stiff with the blood
It gets in my hair
Clotting, thickening
It makes my hair rusty red
The wet, thick, clotting blood
The blood washes away with water,
But I can still feel it burning me
I still feel it flow over my hand
Clotted, thick, and lumpy.
To watch that blood flow is
To watch death die

[Hogosha]

Yes, words are randomly capitalized or lowercase of purpose.

Where?Nightmare

[Not So Silent One]

I wrote this for school, but I think its pretty good.

Lone Knight

I am a Knight, I am, I am
I am a protector
I am a leader, a fighter
Never am I to follow another

So now we march into battle
To defeat the enemy
So I take the head of the pack
And I must now lead my family

I will lead them with a war cry
A strong howl in the night
Loyally they shall follow my path
They follow because I am the light

As we run, we chant the oldest song
One of fear, and one of pride
For today the ever hunt begins
To fight the endless hunger

Our charge will now end, I do fear,
For now, I see our enemy
It is one of power, and death
A one of hunger, and no mind

Our weapons are ready
My sword is now unsheathed
The white ivory, deadly poison
For it is my most trusted wield

We hide under the shadows
Eager for a good fight
Long we wait for the right moment
We wait because we have all time

Now is the time to lead the pack
We will defeat our loss
Sword and Shield, Tooth and Flesh
Now is the everlasting clash

My soldiers are slowly falling
The enemy will win
For we are weak, and It is strong
And now I must win on my own

I am all alone, no one to lead
There is no one to follow
I am the only life this night
I won the battle, though lost the war

Now I am just a dimmed light-
In a world of darkness
Though of what should I now be afraid
On this ever cold snowy night

I have won, the hunger has lost
The enemy is not here
The famine has ended, I live
Maybe I was not to lead, but follow

Here I am a Lone Knight
The sole life, light, and shadow
On my own, no one here to aid
Now a Lone Wolf am I, am I

[Dragon Writer]

It's very good...here's one i wrote for english, though it was actually inspired by a girl...I refuse to say who...
Shall i compair you to an angel?
no, for none cuold compair...
what with your warm eyes, contested not vy even the fairest of the fair...
and your hair, so beautiful it would make even the most harened of men stare...and your beauty...oh, it is a thing so rare...
shall i compair you to an angel?
no...for none could compair,
to the girl who can make even me, dare to stare...

I know it's a bit rhymy...if that's a word...but it wasn't really a planned thing...i got hit with it in the store...BUt yeah, a lot of my poems are like that, even though the best ones often are sonnets and such...Still, even a poem like this seems to make my honors class go "Woa...you're...you're...brilliant!" so overall i'm pleased with it...

[Gatemage Stardragon]

bad one I did for english class last year... stole half the lines from a Dragonlance book...

Death
Sleep
Silence
Without fear
Gathering darkness
Its depths beyond both you and I

[Dragon Writer]

Bad? i see no baddnes...doesn't seem really poem like...but it really isn't BAD...seems deep some how...don't know why...

[kk]

The Magic

Watch me as I fullfill my goal,
to save the lost and wandering soul
watch as I teach death to die
and watch as I will learn to fly

[Mel]

[Frivs]

[Dragon Writer]

Ok...i've got maybe three minutes left and no time to read them all...but i read some, and they're GREAT. The bulk of my poetry is much further up in the topic...like page two or something...i remember when i had to dig through the topics to find this...

[db_pr]

Something I'm working on:

Burnt by God's Flames

[samehl]

Wow, that's some amazing word choice. Poems are my deal but after that one I don't even think I should even think of myself as a writer. I have some good 2-voice poems, not very deep, but cool rythms, and a really great poem but I don't have it right now so I'll put it on later. Oh my word, that was some amazing words!!!

Sehlinger (sorry for the frown, i'm in a sorry mood)

[the_peridexis]

I agree completely with samehl. That was a beautiful array of words--incredibly creative.

Now here's a rough one I'm still working on, so <span class="ev_code_RED">be sure to give some constructive criticism, please:</span>

(untitled)

Its jewel-bright gaze pierces my thoughts
And sun-touched plumage glint like living prisms
Throwing light on dew-drenched boughs;
A glowing canopy sighs high 'bove my upturned face.

My fingers grip these iron bars
They slide over cool, clear walls, leaving never a trace
My dreams sit outside this window
Collected within that creature of silken light
It flits past, shining; a sentient assemblage of gems.

Soaring, a many-hued flame, vivid against the sapphire sky.
Its song rings of my hopes, my secrets and my longings
The music gives me hope; it gives me perpouse
Melodies of passion, of freedom, strengthen my dying will
I reach out to stroke...I want so much to succeed.

It darts away, evades my outstretched hand; bright, lovely
I touch instead the cold metal of my prison
Thunder crashes mercilessly; rain falls in an angry torrent
I see my hand...coated in auburn-tinted rust
My laughter echoes through the dripping forest, jubilant.

And a single knowing note of beauty answers my greeting, my call, my reminder.

-peri

[Dreamingjoker]

Ok this is my newest poem from a book i'm trying to write. It tells abit of a background story for one of my character. I hope you like it.


Dream Maker
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I am the Maker of Dreams.
I am the Weaver
I am the Protecter
I am what is between what calls and what plays.

To my feet they spring to life.I keep these locked away from those who walk with sight.A willing soul I am,In love and pain.I see the link of the Abyss.In my hands,feet,and minds eye I hold the true token.Don't fear I am here.I Shall be that saver who joins that dance.I can only come by your will and mind.Think hard and fast and I will come calling

Yet ever a white knight is to fall.Fall pray to a plan of trust.Now the knight becomes the hunter.Unwilling soul fighting the book to come free.A deal they say? Yes! I cry!Not a thought nor a look and I fall head first.True pain and fear now have come to shore.Unwilling soul hunting the pure.They cry a soul for a soul.Here is my ticket to freedom.I see thier faces and I know I can now move

My will has fallen! Or has it? Windows fly open, I know now what I must!To save the pure being a new untouchable light and dark.They must find a hidden past,to live now.To become again a quest for ones I have not met.

I am humbled.
I am anew.
I am set aside.
I am for this new world.
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Sal, O6
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