I dedicate this poem to all who care enough to read the whole thing. Checkmate Lain out before me, a carpet of squares, Off in the distance, my enemies lair. With friends alongside me, and family around, We wait, anxiously, without a sound. Those beside me, move up one step, Trying to finish, the impossible treck. Feeling important, in the front line, Taking my place, by my friends sides. I move up and up, and clash with a knight, All my friends and loved ones, disapeer, out of sight. Me and him, him and me, Is all I hear, is all I see. At the very last moment, help finds it's way, Shining some hope, on that impossible day. Here I'm strong, and safe from harm, Comforted by, my families arms. Feeling invincible, I take a risk, Ignoreing the consequences, I throw a fist. As foolish as I was, I survive, Living and breathing, I am alive. Nothing can stop me, but I don't dare turn, For to see my family, I do so yearn. But soon I'm put down, thron into the murk, By those in the shadows, those who lurk. You are nothing, disposable, waste, The words sting, and leave somthing sour in my taste. Only a pawn, disguised as a knight, The enemy feels foolish, and will defeat me upon sight. Finally I turn, and look every which way, A feild of distruction, and there they lay. My family and friends, they lay on the ground, Asleep forever, eternally bound. With all hope lost I attach the strings, A puppet I will be, dispite the trapped feeling it brings. I am moved forward, and then to the side, The queen comes to take me, leaving the king open wide. At once I spot it, the fault in the plot, I try to warn them, but I don't mean alot. And then, and there, I decide enoughs enough, I move forward and left, proving I am tough. I feel a sense of victory, as the bishop slides across the slate, He knocks the king down, yelling checkmate. And altough I was not the one, to call victory, The other were blinded, and only I could see. This triumph is as much yours, as it is mine, Through love and hate we draw a thin line. I do not know, if this is what I want, or what I need, All I know, is that it planted a seed. Of doubt in my mind, that may never be the same, Without those that I love, how can I ever be sane? I went and I conquered, and I did it myself, But only now do I realize I needed everyone else.
The artist Out and about on a cool autumn day, Mingling with the flowers, the artist comes out to play. Painting their pictures, preserving their leaves, For when winter blows in, everything will freeze. The trees leaves have fallen, but in her branches there's beauty still, For the artists paintings have captured, the frost that clings with will. Winter has passed, and spring has settled in, The buds of the flowers, make the artist grin. Summer time had come at last, the kids are out to play, The artist paints them, climbing trees, on that happy day. Years have passed now, and it's autum once again, The artist has finally captured, her long, lost, friend. She is invisible, but not that hard to find, She leaves you cool and confortable, especially in summer time. In autumn the leaves are tossed around, by her when she plays games, And if you manage to catch her, she's impossible to tame. In winter she blows the snow around, and round and round and round, Until at last it settles, on the icy ground. She bends the flowers, and bows the grass, When at last spring comes to pass. The wind is my imagination, and nothing can stop me now, For I soar with the wind, in the clouds, and nothing will make me come down.
Weeping Willows Weeping willows wails are smothered, They only wish to find one other. Their wails, and cries, fly through the air, But no one seems to really care. The love they feel will never die, When the wind blows through you here them sigh. For to be with the one they love is their only wish, And they say it with their branches, with every swish.
lol heres a dirty one: Roses are red, violets are blue. i have 5 fingers, the middle one's for you please don't be offended by this post. it was simply a joke lol
seriously dont be offended i just wanted a little humour in there. all your poems are wonderful i especially liked the check mate one
*cough* I, darkfalcon, master poet will post my world famous poem: Mary had a little lamb, His fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went, The sheep was sure to go.