Place Your Poetry Here!

[kk]

ok, I'm going to do my favorite thing and just write whatever poem I can think up at this moment:

The world turns round, and what are we but unimportant? what are we but the unhelpful ones who simply watch the world go round in it's dying path? We see the problem and know what it's doing, but never try to stop it! the world is worth a whole lot more than that.

ok, that was kinda not a poem, but oh well.

here is another one:

Power:

I can feel the power rising in the world, and I will use it,
I can hear the magic's whisper in the world, and I will live it,
I can feel the darkness conquering the world, and I will fight it,
I will live the power, hear the power, and know the power,
I will use the power, train the power, and feed the power.
I have the power.

ok, kinda weird, i know.

[mythbusterfan]

[W.I.T.]

RUNNING

You never beleived in me, nor in you.
Only in what your eyes can see or prove.

To you, what you are is a figure of speech and a lie.
You keep running away without even so much as a goodbye.

You thought no one could see right through your act,
but the sorrow in your eyes turned acclaimed fiction into fact.

You always want to prove that you're so strong,
and try to make a point that I'm so wrong.

Every time I get closer to some truth,
you push me away harder, but I can see right trough you.

I understand completely because I've been there,
and yet you continue to tell yourself that this journey can't be shared.

But you're too busy hiding to face your fears,
and you won't realize that running doesn't stop the tears.

But why listen to me, after all I can help?
oh, but I forgot. You're too busy running.

[Garrett Fitzgerald]

I don't see that anyone has mentioned fibs yet. It's a form of poetry kind of like a haiku, but the syllables are set by the Fibonacci sequence. For example:

Scared. (1)
Kit, (1)
Nita, (1+1 = 2)
Both of them (2+1 = 3)
Trembling in the dark (3+2 = 5)
Of the Lone Power's universe. (5+3 = 8)

[nita2011]

Dai All!
I have here a little water poem...I was board.

Where flows the water/
So Perfect/
So Devine/

I shall be/
Durring day/
Or nigh'/

The water be wide/
Moving at a roar/
Where be my love/
The only person in this classroom be a wild boar

[nita2011]

Dai! again. Here are a few more that I wrote when I was in Boothbay, Maine on a boat tour.

The Sea is blue/
And full of boats/
The sailboats sail/
And the Buys float/
The passengers board/
And away wego/
To Squirl Island/
The land of Dreams and Hope.

The Harbor Princess
Has yet to sail/
It sits tied to the dock/
I hear its wail.

(I was in a weird stage)

I feel no movement/
Yet we move/
I guess there will be/
No lunch to lose.
(like I said, WEIRD phase.)

There are Kayaks, Sailboats, Moterboats glore/
But I, please, I just want more.

[Gatemage Stardragon]

Unified

[Gatemage Stardragon]

The Inner Hero

[Gatemage Stardragon]

If you're listening

Wash away the pain,
If you're listening
Wash away the loss
Wash away the horror
If you're listening
Wipe the tears from my body
Rip them out of it so
I may never cry again
Chop out my beating heart
And give it to the Sun
That way I will never feel
The pain when the day is done
If your listening,
Take me to the top of the pyramids
And throw me down
Nothing will hurt again,
Not after I hit the ground
Rip out my eyes,
Tear them from my head
Toss them to the Nile
But don't let me see the empty space
If you're listening
I don't want to feel
Take away the pain
Cast it from this shell
Else come now
And cast this shell to hell
If you're listening
I don't want to hear it anymore
Shred my ears to pieces
And feed them to the dogs
Let them be destroyed
Just don't let me hear the noise
Yes, If you're listening
Take me to the temple
Cut my heart out there
Offer it to a lost god
Nanahuatzin in the air
Use my hands to praise him
But do not let me live
Far easier to die
Than to learn to forgive
If you're listening,
Won't you tell me what I did wrong?

~~tell me if this shows up as a double post... my comp's being frasty...
It did, but I deleted the other copy - Peter

[Sunshine]

It was yellow
So very, very yellow
Like a piece of sunshine
Manifest in life

Perching upon the wall
Vibrant
Against such a bleak backdrop

I saw flowers
Birds and the sun
But never again
Did I see a butterfly
Manifest in life

[W.I.T.]

<span class="ev_code_RED">HATE</span>

<span class="ev_code_RED">Hate feels like</span> a thousand burning needles, peircing through your soul

<span class="ev_code_RED">Hate looks like</span> handsome eyes , hatred burning bright, glaring down at you,and a charming smile, laughing at your pain.

<span class="ev_code_RED">Hate tastes like</span> blood spilling from eons ago, and from fights still not yet faught.

<span class="ev_code_RED">Hate sounds like</span> an evil song we;ve tolerated and used throughout the years, torturing our souls and minds, smothering our cries

<span class="ev_code_RED">Hate smells like</span> decaying, tortured souls and rot of the mind and body

<span class="ev_code_RED">HATE</span>:why will no one stand?

[entwife]

My Constant Mentor

High atop a windy hill,
boldly framed by the world's eye.
A maze of roots, a carven trunk,
twig-tipped fingers brush the sky.

Silent scholar of the ages
anchored by matters of mortal weight,
Yet like a guardian and guide,
stretching toward Celestial gates.
Adorned with Muses' hidden gems,
swaying branches bloom with thought.
Holding tight to realms above
where every dream is gently caught.

Thrumming, like an ancient harp,
Inspiration quivers along its limbs.
Stifled not by mundane cares,
bowing only to Nature's whims.

'Twixt mortal and immortal realms,
as all of Life hurries by,
'neath Sun or Stars or Storm's dark wings
dwells this quiet sage, you, and I ...


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Just thought I'd share a little piece of me in lieu of a simple Hello. I'm hopelessly addicted to the written word and poetry is like sunshine to me, vital and cheering no matter the weather.

I was, and continue to be, greatly moved by the poetry from the Book of Night with Moon in book one of the YW series. I copied it out in calligraphy and keep it framed in the living room where I can most often be reminded of Life's many splendors when I need it the most. It is rare to find poetry included in a tale nowadays, even fantasy, but even more rare to find that the poetry truly compliments the work. DD always seems to manage to slip in at least a verse or two, but I'd love to see more or even a collection of just poems related to the YW series! Viva la Poetry!

Wishing You Laughter

[W.I.T.]

Thankyou for sharing! That's not a bad idea, putting out a collection of poems dedicated to the Young Wizard series. Maybe in march, on the 23, we could both menton it to her, see if she could. That would be great. And thanks for wishing me laughter. I need it today.
Great Idea!,
W.I.T.
(P.S.- 2 of my poems are in the forum( I think its simply called, "place your poerty here!". I'm not sure. Something like that.) If you go look at them I hope you enjoy them.

[mythbusterfan]

this one is a work in progress sorta, i'm not entirely happy with it, but lets see what you all think.


naught but a whim.
total damnation
complete anihalation
catastrophic failure,
of all that we know,

a ruin left in shadows,
filled with despair,
and naught but shadows
of all that was fair,

the wall crumbles
the door falls in,
the dark one enters
on naught but a whim

he laughs at the failure,
of those who had lived,
in this now ruined space,
this shadowed place.

our world is crumbling,
the walls falling in,
chaos and destruction,
can just simply walk in,

like the dark one,
on naught but a whim.

too much destruction,
and violence to boot,
is taking peace efforts,
and making them moot,

lives crumble,
families fall in,
and the dark one laughs,
on naught but a whim

he laughs and he laughs,
its all the same to him,
all this destruction,
he started on a whim.

on the news every day,
it's quite plain to see,
the reach of this growing,
violent dark tree,

the dark one planted,
so long ago,
to do us all in,
on naught but a whim.

[mythbusterfan]

A Picture is Worth a Thousand words


pictures hanging in the halls of time,
of those who lived and those alive,
a piece of history forever preserved,
in a moment of immortal time.

each action you take
every word you say
is a piece of a picture
be careful how you choose your way

what you hope to do in life
is called your pictures frame
how you do it and what you do
be you common or blessed with fame,

paints a picture of your life,
and how you walked your way,
a picture is worth a thousand words,
what do you want yours to say?