Topic: Poetry

I didn't think it was a stupid thing to ask.

It true what I have posted mostly is on the darker side. Many times I write darker things so they don't reside within me and then I can be a nicer, more contented individual.

Thanks Terra, i say this a lot, but you really are too nice about my work.

I will read through the thread properly tomorrow (I am too tired tonight) but the last one was really nicely written.

That is great that you are able to express the darker side into poetry. Hopefully it will help release the feelings.

To John

When your heart feels full enough to make you say things to me
Words of heaven like "I love you", "I miss you", "I want to be with you"
It's just as if you were up to charm me
You don't have to, I belong to you, entirely, body and soul,
But I love when your heart is happy enough to make you flirt with me
It makes me feel wonderful, I feel like a Queen, and you're my King
And you're really the only One I want, side by side to me in life
The only One in the whole world, the whole universe.

I Love You.

Wow, really nice baby

Love you to   :)

People
Out-there
Lying
In
That
Idiosyncratic
Campaign
Speech

An acrosstick (First letter of each line forms a word vertically-down) for Politics.
My vent for this current campaign.

Idiosyncratic-Peculiar to a specific individual; eccentric.

well I learned a new word today, from Maltese. :D Idiosyncratic...........
ok anyways........

Caged Hope

United we all  are, but we still are all divided
Rotting bodies and souls that are undecided
Together we stand with all of our pain combined
Remembering a point of happiness and a better time
Nothing but lust for escape from a burning flame
That we're stuck in, constricted into a hollow cage
Courage lacking due to the restriction of freedom
Relationships torn, because we cant see'm
But as we are trapped and all of our souls float,
Theres nothing that will release our caged hope

TW

Tonight I watched the sun
As it sank its way below the horizon
Setting aglow all the eye could see
Every tree leaf
Emblazoned in its very color
Torches to the sky fair
And then, yes then,
I watch the twilight descend
The darkening of the sky into night,
My own life the air carries as it blows through the branches
The ever boldness if the reds and oranges
Lit to carry me on into that last part of life's road
Yellows comforting my passage as the darkness approaches
So just as the night falls
As will I, but in peace,
Knowing that the colors will light against the grey morning
My memory in stillness

"And then, yes then" Best line ever :P

Great job, Si.

Thank you.

Call me a fool if I'm wrong here... but doesn't :P mean that you're joking or being sarcastic?

Yeah it does, I just thought the line was kind of funny, the way I said it in my head.

Ah ok.   i guess it does sound different in my head.

Ooo Ooo, I write poems they aren't about Boba but here is one. :(

     Mountain Call

It lumbers over the ground
Silent yet makes a sound

Casting it's shadow across the land
Calling to every adventuress hand

  As many answere, never to return
  After the ages you'd think they'd learn

  Frozen forever in body and time
  Finally resting from their regretfull climb

  Willing to end, yes end it all
  Will you answere the mountain call?

Tada!! :D
I think I should write one about Boba Fett I'll stick it on here when I'm done :P

I finished it!!! :D

Visor

She stared into his face yet saw nothing
She heard the screams of the pained and suffering

The various weapons strung across the rack,
Seemed to be tanting "your never going back

Captured in a cage, in the bowls of his ship
The bounds on her sanity were begging to slip

A halt, footsteps, her face pale as snow
He stood over her and said "Time to go."

Bundled like a present waiting for Prince Xizor
She looked one last time into that cold, black visor.

Yeah. :|  well there it was. It wasn't much but it's all I could come up with.  :|o|:

So many days and nights
Didn't think it would set ablaze so much and dive
Forgot to listen inside
Merging to an eternal sun
Making time out into the void
With, then without
It's dark, light me up? :)

Oh wow... I really like that!  I'm tempted to steal some inspiration from you here and make something a little similar.  Though I'm not sure I could top yours, it's very good!

The others posted lately are all good to

Morning just got up in the sky, but it's late
Maybe it's been too much
I wonder
High price for ignorance
Some hope
More fear

All was so dark
Eyes could not see
Fingers could not find
It just didn't come
I wonder if there was a reason
How will it be after so many suns and moons?

Sweet dreams
An intense desire
Endless quests for more
Something to look forward to
Time goes, it just does
Any investment is a risk

Getting closer to a wish, an aspiration?
Or lost, just lost and a first try
Gone too soon once
A lot of odds against, but really none
Now even more? or is there?
Just a mortal

A new day
A smile of the heart
Embracing all of it with fresh eyes

Open up. It's warm and sunny out there, again.

.

Very good 'ika! like the first stanza best.

Thanks! It's a long time you didn't write anything.

99.)
Open eyes
Drew a hand
In sand
These are the nights
Within my hollow
World
To rip
To tear
To start
Deprived swords
Fractions
Resurrection
Of the vast lords
Swords
Funeral rites
Less large
Than the dome
Of my hand
In the sand

Really interesting, thanks for sharing.
Why 99.) ? What mood were you in when you wrote this? Care to tell what it's related to?

I can never think of titles so I just number them.
Just kinda happened,
It's been a while, I pulled it out of the archives. I believe I'd been reading fantasy at the time.

Inspiration struck me the whole night tonight, on all kinds of things, and so I thought I'd write a little something before going to bed for the night (at 10 am). Some things never change.

So loud, never stopping
will it have an end?

Some rest, some time away
just away from the pain

A relief, at peace, finally
after so much trouble

The void, it ate at me, it did
So much, all in vain

Ah, how I love the freedom,
and resting in peace.

And really, I love sleep, it's just so hard for me to catch. I still got no discipline.

When the guns blaze
And men die for their brothers
It is only then that you realize
The things which you fight for
Are the things you will die for
And your morals become clear
In this one moment
When everything is still
As the killing blow strikes
And you feel the impact
It is then that you know who you are
You are a Mandalorian
And you will protect your brothers

I like your poem, it put a smile on my face. "forking all the money, looking for a honey", good stuff.
how to draw a tattoo

I would like to post some poetry and I am excited to find this thread but I have to wait till my wife can transcribe some and send it to me. I fear my story telling is much better than my poetry

a work of art

Meeting me at the end of times
a crossroad
above and on top and under and below
yet, still looking for my answers
my truths
all is unclear and undefined
slowly starting to be confused shadows
with some bits of light
all so elusive
primal self is calling me elsewhere
yet unknown
mysterious
going like the blind
I feel or just don't feel
like or don't like
and it is myself again,
all over
not enough and too much
life is beautiful if you make it
but what if you still have to define
find, understand
what is really calling you?
Still gotta find my answers within
Slipping away from the no-me
Into the unknown, untold, unclear
Not sure why it is better
But it is

The Outcast

The Outcast has no history, no name. The Outcast comes out of no where; the Outcasthas no home. The Outcast has no family, no friends, but he is not alone.

The Outcast has deep wounds, but no scars. The Outcast endures pain, but has no injuries. The Outcast is torchered, but not by man.

The Outcast is wise but few listen to his words. The Outcast is ignored and is pushed aside. The Outcast warns, but his word ring hallow in the ears of others.

The Outcast listens to others - absorbs their pain. The Outcast has a warm heart, even though it is broken. The Outcast struggles along his way, but carries nothing.

The Outcast is restless, he moves from place to place. The Outcast has no family, no friends, he is not alone. The Outcast is never alone.

Father – A Poem in the Perspective of Boba Fett, by Tempest VonMerrik

Father, can you hear me?
I have done all this for you
Lost in your memory
Grasping for some truth

Father, did you know?
I would be this way
Watching you go
Drifting away

I follow your path
In honor and blood
Hunting, waiting, watching
No mercy in my wrath

Father, can you see now?
The man I’ve become
What I have allowed
And what I have done

Father, please tell me
Have I done you proud?
Or am I to be
A son, disavowed?

I’ve done all I could
To live without you
But sometimes I fear
I be not what I should

Here is a poem I wrote when I should have been doing school. I would like to hear your thoughts on it.

The mighty hunter stalks his prey morning, noon, and night.
A fearsome animal he is hunting in the cold day light.
Not a mighty beast is it, but one that is small and frail.
Though weak his prey may be, it is dangerous still.
For are humans not the more dangerous one,
Of all the beasts of the field?

What evil person is this,
That like animals he hunts man-kind?

Evil he is not.
Simply the way for another's will.
And though his face you cannot see,
The T-slit where it should be
Gives all the brave hearts chills.

He has caught his prey, as the cold day turns to frosty night
The captured man is soon forgotten
By all he ever knew.
Only sight of Boba Fett's helmet
Sparks his sad memory anew.