Halo_king116
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Why hello all. I decided to make a thread to put a bunch of my poems in. Most have been posted before, but I wrote two new ones and those are the ones I wanted to post.
I have only really written roughly 9 poems in the last 2 years, and never wrote any serious ones before that. As of such, I hope it's Quality, not Quantity.
C & C are always appreciated!
(Grammar and spelling is a weak point of mine)
- A Life Once Lost is currently removed -
To Fight a Withered Foe
Written 03-29-08
This one a newer one. I always felt it was odd. Not good nor bad, just odd. I am really looking forward to opinions on this one. And yes, this was written informally. Some things are not perfect English.
A Winter's Night
Written 03-27-08
This one is short, but worth posting all the same. It's one of the two new ones.
War
Written 09-02-07
This poem I wrote for the Poetry Contest 4. Never got much actual comments on it, that singled out things they liked and/or disliked. Those types of comments I feel are needed.
Emptiness
Written sometime during 2006-2007
I wrote this a long time ago. Thought it was pretty good at the time.
Fear
Written sometime during 2006-2007
This one was written with rules. It was for school, and we had to make up sentences describing something. After we did that, we were told that they were actually for a poem and we were to put it together and arrange it as such. Then we got to add an ending, to make the following.
Dirty Look
Written sometime during 2006
This, I believe, is the first poem I had ever written in all seriousness. Not one for school, but one for myself.
Enjoy!
I have only really written roughly 9 poems in the last 2 years, and never wrote any serious ones before that. As of such, I hope it's Quality, not Quantity.
C & C are always appreciated!
(Grammar and spelling is a weak point of mine)
- A Life Once Lost is currently removed -
To Fight a Withered Foe
Written 03-29-08
This one a newer one. I always felt it was odd. Not good nor bad, just odd. I am really looking forward to opinions on this one. And yes, this was written informally. Some things are not perfect English.
Come over my friends, you must now be told,
For you need understand the reasons I hold.
You know of that being, the creature of woe?
The long lost enemy, the forbidden foe?
He hides on still, not forgiven yet forgotten,
It’s your joy he wants, forever soughten.
But from now on both you and I must say,
“Be gone you heathen, be on your way.”
And if, just if, this plan does work,
Forgiven not forgotten this thing won’t lurk.
The dark billowing shadow gone, the sun may shine,
Until you once again cross thy line.
For you need understand the reasons I hold.
You know of that being, the creature of woe?
The long lost enemy, the forbidden foe?
He hides on still, not forgiven yet forgotten,
It’s your joy he wants, forever soughten.
But from now on both you and I must say,
“Be gone you heathen, be on your way.”
And if, just if, this plan does work,
Forgiven not forgotten this thing won’t lurk.
The dark billowing shadow gone, the sun may shine,
Until you once again cross thy line.
A Winter's Night
Written 03-27-08
This one is short, but worth posting all the same. It's one of the two new ones.
A winter’s night, will cover up sky;
A winter’s night will conceal your lie.
A winter’s night, with its bitter cold;
Will keep all your secrets and hold them untold.
And not until that winter night melts through,
That you can take your life’s rebirth anew.
A winter’s night will conceal your lie.
A winter’s night, with its bitter cold;
Will keep all your secrets and hold them untold.
And not until that winter night melts through,
That you can take your life’s rebirth anew.
War
Written 09-02-07
This poem I wrote for the Poetry Contest 4. Never got much actual comments on it, that singled out things they liked and/or disliked. Those types of comments I feel are needed.
The world's not the same, it never will be.
As time passes by, you'll begin to see.
It's not the war, pain, or death that I mean,
But it's the bullet shot through us, ever so clean.
Through our souls, our hearts, our very existence,
The bullet stands for hate, the only resistance.
What is it, you may ask, that fuels our wars?
Money, lives, and unsettled scores.
Though some wars may be fought for the wrong reasons,
It's the soldiers we admire, unchanged through the seasons.
They hold us together, their bravery within,
Fighting for us, their countries and kin.
Though we live our lives, while they’re at war,
The lives they lived, an unfathomable door.
They can’t go back, nor take back time,
But they now understand the worth of a dime.
I mean by this that they understand life,
Knowing now that it’s like the tip of a knife.
It can be used for both the right and the wrong,
But there’s no happy ending, no tale or song,
For the wars have happened, death coming along.
As time passes by, you'll begin to see.
It's not the war, pain, or death that I mean,
But it's the bullet shot through us, ever so clean.
Through our souls, our hearts, our very existence,
The bullet stands for hate, the only resistance.
What is it, you may ask, that fuels our wars?
Money, lives, and unsettled scores.
Though some wars may be fought for the wrong reasons,
It's the soldiers we admire, unchanged through the seasons.
They hold us together, their bravery within,
Fighting for us, their countries and kin.
Though we live our lives, while they’re at war,
The lives they lived, an unfathomable door.
They can’t go back, nor take back time,
But they now understand the worth of a dime.
I mean by this that they understand life,
Knowing now that it’s like the tip of a knife.
It can be used for both the right and the wrong,
But there’s no happy ending, no tale or song,
For the wars have happened, death coming along.
Emptiness
Written sometime during 2006-2007
I wrote this a long time ago. Thought it was pretty good at the time.
A terrible force, that is living within,
The fear of it alone, is the cause of all sin.
It takes what it wants, but never quite leaves,
Often reminds me of, a pack of common thieves.
Though it’s much more than that, I am obliged to say;
It will take all you own, and throw you away.
It is a menace, a terrible force,
It has no feelings, and even less remorse.
This force, it just keeps growing and growing;
But little do I do, not knowing, not knowing.
I keep on shrinking, I’m about to succumb,
Though as it keeps on growing, I feel quite dumb.
I can’t seem to get rid of it, this void in my soul,
But one day I’ll be free of it, that is my goal.
Though as time passes by, I finally see…
That this void, this void in my soul… It is me.
The fear of it alone, is the cause of all sin.
It takes what it wants, but never quite leaves,
Often reminds me of, a pack of common thieves.
Though it’s much more than that, I am obliged to say;
It will take all you own, and throw you away.
It is a menace, a terrible force,
It has no feelings, and even less remorse.
This force, it just keeps growing and growing;
But little do I do, not knowing, not knowing.
I keep on shrinking, I’m about to succumb,
Though as it keeps on growing, I feel quite dumb.
I can’t seem to get rid of it, this void in my soul,
But one day I’ll be free of it, that is my goal.
Though as time passes by, I finally see…
That this void, this void in my soul… It is me.
Fear
Written sometime during 2006-2007
This one was written with rules. It was for school, and we had to make up sentences describing something. After we did that, we were told that they were actually for a poem and we were to put it together and arrange it as such. Then we got to add an ending, to make the following.
It’s here,
I know it.
Behind me;
I can feel it.
Around me,
As if living within.
It’s a horrible creak,
That slowly moans as it brings the outside in.
It’s the terrible screech,
That slows time with there mere sound of it.
It’s that feeling,
Of unthinkable hopelessness.
The chill, the icy breathe,
Of a power you could not imagine.
It is fear,
It echoes behind me;
Eternally following;
So that not even the darkness can engulf the sound it brings.
I know it.
Behind me;
I can feel it.
Around me,
As if living within.
It’s a horrible creak,
That slowly moans as it brings the outside in.
It’s the terrible screech,
That slows time with there mere sound of it.
It’s that feeling,
Of unthinkable hopelessness.
The chill, the icy breathe,
Of a power you could not imagine.
It is fear,
It echoes behind me;
Eternally following;
So that not even the darkness can engulf the sound it brings.
Dirty Look
Written sometime during 2006
This, I believe, is the first poem I had ever written in all seriousness. Not one for school, but one for myself.
Forever and ever,
I shall always endeavor,
The feelings you took,
With just one dirty look.
It’s not that I much care,
My feelings I don’t mind to share,
But it’s the feelings you took,
With just one dirty look.
It’s as if I see no light,
As if it is always night,
It is because of the feelings you took,
With that one dirty look.
The time passes quickly here,
Emotionless, with pain and fear,
From the feelings you took,
With that one dirty look.
I think of the fun times we had,
The thought, it makes me sad,
If only I kept the feelings you took,
With just that one, dirty look.
I shall always endeavor,
The feelings you took,
With just one dirty look.
It’s not that I much care,
My feelings I don’t mind to share,
But it’s the feelings you took,
With just one dirty look.
It’s as if I see no light,
As if it is always night,
It is because of the feelings you took,
With that one dirty look.
The time passes quickly here,
Emotionless, with pain and fear,
From the feelings you took,
With that one dirty look.
I think of the fun times we had,
The thought, it makes me sad,
If only I kept the feelings you took,
With just that one, dirty look.
Enjoy!
