My friend Lucifer gave me five horses today And a golden ring with a ruby on top. I could ride to the sands of the Sakarun bay, To the deepest of caves and the waterfall drop. Horses nickered and readied to burst into spring. I was laughing at their desire to race And the snickering light of my golden ring When I noticed pain in a twitch of a face. I was lost in the quiet of silvery voice. Bluish vein on his temple was meant to be bled. And I handed my ring to the saddest of boys For eternal turmoil in the turn of his head. He was laughing at me. He was getting his kicks As he opened gates to the darkness for me... My friend Lucifer gave me a horse number six. And Despair his name will from now on be.
I don't quite understand the 3rd stanzas purpose? And it seems wordy. Try making similes into metaphors.
That is mine from Gr. 7, relax. I just thought it'd be humorous. Edit: I hated poetry at the time and this was little me trying to be funny :lol: If memory serves correctly I got a C...
The World Is Gone Wind whistling, Snow glistening, We try not to, But we're all listening. Loud screams, Bad dreams, It's very far, But close it seems. Sad day, Lost our way, All we can do, Is simply pray. Innocence gone, Life no longer long, We may not know, But we're all doing wrong. Joy lost, The Holocaust, We look to see, Hearts covered in frost. Wars fought, Sins taught, Making mistakes, Hoping not to be caught. Not taking blame, Pushing for fame, As advanced as we are, We're still all untamed. Too much pride, Needing a guide, We will deny it, But behind lies we hide. Hurting others, Betraying brother, Many forgetting, To appreciate mothers. Lies are fed, Filling heart and head, Through all of these years, Innocent blood has been shed. Children abandoned, Lonely and stranded, We're all wasting the life That we have been handed. Taking from the poor, We're loving no more, Fight to be free, End up starting a war. People starting fights, No longer enjoying the sights, While mere mortals are taking Our God given rights. Soldiers killed, Void can't be filled, Pay close attention, For pure souls have been tilled. Need to find peace, Work together like geese, But greatest of all, The hate needs to cease. -unknowntome-
Do my words make you stop, gasping for air? My love burning, not letting you breathe. My name becoming your curse, yours becoming my prayer. Heaven on surface and hell underneath. Wherever you go, like a chain it will follow. Nowhere to run. You belong to me. You don't want this. Why to wait till tomorrow? Say goodbye now and I will set you free. Not an end. A beginning of endlessness. Walk away into whatever is next. I will lay the last of my tenderness Under each one of your steps...
Roses are red Violets are fine You be the six And I'll be the nine It's a sign That we should intertwine
Can you feel, so far away? Can you hurt, like I am? This hole you've made, do you even know? Look at it, dripping the blood of our love. Look in your hands, holding the heart. But where have you gone? Its all dark. Why would you leave? I'm falling apart. You've taken my core, my one reason to be. Now you've gone, there's nothing to see. Why, oh why? How could you do this? To me? Come back, give back, that thing you hold. I'll never see either of you again, because one is the other, and you're both the same. Just a quick rambling thing to share. Sucks I know. Wasn't in a proper state of mind to make anything good.
Look at your feet, see those broken shards? Fix them, fit them all back together. Oh you can't? Why not? A piece missing? Where could it be? Oh there, I see, it lays in your heart, from me. Take them all? Sure, why not? I won't need them to be. I stopped feeling them there when you chose life over me. Don't cry, why should you? It should be me, can't you see? Your choice, your words, brought this about. Your actions, your heart, lay this knife at my throat. Draw it slowly, painting red, black out. The end, of me. Will you feel it? We'll see. This will hopefully be the last of my terrible writing to grace forums.
One mischievous little woodpecker Another day, pecking your holes Ruining the woods, tree wrecker The angry old forest god turned your poor beak into a poison knife Poor little wood pecker Your nesting holes are all tainted, your food with toxins rife Touch your friends, and they all will die falling at your feet Oh, sad little woodpecker Poisonous tears, shining brightly, as they stream down your cheeks