Hey guys!!! XDXD here's my locked gate poem! XD The gates of Hell await ahead The entrance to the realm of dead The pathway to the empty shoals Home of ghosts and dying souls The gates are high and lined with spears Midst faces of the the dead that leer With iron walls that lock the way And tower high to block the day With barricades of iron bars With sentinels as ghostly guards The way is blocked by Hounds of Hell With dripping fangs and claws that fell Beware the poisoned mists that seep Beware the vengeful dead that creep For see the mounted heads on stakes And stop before you meet their fate The door itself is small and warn Made of skulls and bones they shorn The lock though small will never give While those that try are those that live The key inside is in your reach Discover it, their walls you'll breach And enter in the City of Bone And glimpse the Dark Lord on his throne But entrance comes at quite a cost For pay the fee and all is lost The Gates will open on your way And down in Hell your soul shall stay
I realized that after I wrote it...haha most of my poems are...XDXD i try to use the word black and night as often as I can it seems haha
The gate is locked We follow the road, Walk along the path, Always continuing, Never ending, The road of life, So long, seemingly forever, Will it ever end? We walk along the road, To get to the gate, To learn good from evil, To learn our fate, But what if the gate was locked? Would we ever leave? Would we ever die? Or would we live forever, In a kind of twilight? Alive, but not alive. I think through the years, As I walk along the road, I think about love, Life, Laughter, But mostly death, And what will happen, When we reach it, The gate of judgement. As old as I am, I can feel the gate nearing, Looming high above me, Silent to the bone. As I get closer, I hear the wails, Of the dead, Waiting outside the gate, Yearning to be let in, For their pain to be taken away. I move through the crowd, Until I reach the gate, It's right in front of me, Locked.
the glass was cracked, no reflection to see myself, the glass was dull, nothing to see in it, the glass was locked, showing none it's heart, the glass was shattered, little bits scattered on the ground, the glass was broken
Broken Mirror In the mirror I see my face, Dull and lifeless as they say. Ugly and beaten is all I see Why does my life have to be? With my hand in an angry fist and my expression plain and lifeless, I quickly smash the mirror into bits. Pieces shatter everywhere, and with my courage I direly dare, to look at the destruction I have caused, and to my knees I sink, defeated and lost.
Many days go in line. My mirror stays itself, though mine, reflection cannot be revealed, Because of broken glass. One angry moment, small mistake, That any, upset person makes. Though shards, They puncture my own fist, They cannot pierce the teary mist, That sits upon my face, Upset with my knuckles' place. Which sits impaled by broken glass, My dying anger cannot last, For their it sits, The broke glass. Cleaning up the mess I make, A different feeling starts to take. A bad emotion, nothing less, The feel of loss, of Sadness. So every time I start to tear, I thing about My Broken Mirror.
Stepping through mirrors the rippling bloom of lights refracting spawned in acts of tips retracting once glass no more by uttered magic reflect anew in morphs sporadic a crystal splash in doubt; unreal a wave procuring dark appeal fold by eyes in calming surface nature strains regaining purchase once again through fingers sinking once again my eyes are drinking once again my fingers feeling an icy splash to send me reeling it cant be real; in vain denial its natures laws that i defile. Reflections claim my outstretched shoulder release the fears that inward smolder unnatural door before implied unnatural gate again denied where in there will i reside to answer more i step inside.