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Banned Poems
I've written fourteen now, and I'm sure everyone's tired of me choking up their posts with them so I decided to just start this thread and post them here.
If you have any poems -don't worry they don't have to do with being banned- I'd like to read them. ^-^
Here's one I keep adding stanzas to, by the end of the day you can bet it'll be five pages long XD.
My shadow’s there, through light of day,
The brittle wind that my heart shakes,
Come the night, lost far away,
I fly alone for my mistakes.
Hear the cry on morning leave,
But still a comrade do thee crave,
And my silent companion beside me,
But sorrow sinks in hollow caves.
Alone through skies of Harrow blue,
Here my plea, my humble cry,
In doubt of life I find not you,
Alone, alone, beg you why not I?
Forget my sorrows do you say,
And begin not my feeble plight,
You say you’re there, and to you I pray,
But why do I traverse a solo flight?
Why do thou pledge immortal grief?
When not with true sorrow do you weep?
Depart mine sins of harsh relief,
And callous despair dare thee seep.
Fallow is the bitter woe,
In time of hardship pilgrims greet,
To what lands do these harsh winds blow?
If not home, then where do thy meet?
Pardoned crimes in bitter angst,
Meek is mine, but not is yours,
Wash thee the deck of darkened planks,
And close not mire, but wooden doors.
Fathom seeks as Fathom might,
Shadows fall from yonder moon,
Forbidden is enlightened sight,
If time shall tell, tell not it soon.
Scream your mercy, scream you life,
Doomed are they, who follow the trail,
If not the maid, your shallow wife,
For all who seek are deemed to fail.
Excuses on your burdened lip,
Lift the saint, from which you fly,
Cleanse your hand and Holy trip,
And wonder not child, wonder why.
Question not the unjust rule,
On thy own head hang thy pitied voice,
For no God’s hand shalt be do cruel,
Nor shall he impose with lack thee choice.
Pointed tips spark feuded war,
In battle grounds blood is spilt.
And not in peace does shine mine star,
But indeed the reddened roses wilt.
Has thee forgotten where thou stands?
Unspoiled valour what the flow,
These are not your hated lands,
But stained are they from doth hammer’s blow.
Lonely is the child that screams.
Forlorn the prison walls that bar the way,
And dust thy dare in spite to dream?
And honoured are they whom privileged stay.
Terror shuns the modest like,
With mine raging water’s blatant greed,
What the hammer dare to strike?
What the hour that martyrs plead?
Forgotten moments are reborn,
To be wiped clean with desperate tears,
Not with anguish, but what with scorn?
Doth love be shattered with putrid fear?
Years of suffering laid ahead,
Thy hell’s gate greet of doomsday drums,
Morrow rise in this ere stead,
But morning brings and mourning comes.
Freedom is not there for thee,
Alas become the dead on brave,
Thou can’t run on one’s own feet,
So curse my bones, mine rotting grave.
Hatred turns to hated men,
Marked are souls with kindled wrath,
Far lost are they who deem repent,
But I walk alone, on broken paths.
If you have any poems -don't worry they don't have to do with being banned- I'd like to read them. ^-^
Here's one I keep adding stanzas to, by the end of the day you can bet it'll be five pages long XD.
My shadow’s there, through light of day,
The brittle wind that my heart shakes,
Come the night, lost far away,
I fly alone for my mistakes.
Hear the cry on morning leave,
But still a comrade do thee crave,
And my silent companion beside me,
But sorrow sinks in hollow caves.
Alone through skies of Harrow blue,
Here my plea, my humble cry,
In doubt of life I find not you,
Alone, alone, beg you why not I?
Forget my sorrows do you say,
And begin not my feeble plight,
You say you’re there, and to you I pray,
But why do I traverse a solo flight?
Why do thou pledge immortal grief?
When not with true sorrow do you weep?
Depart mine sins of harsh relief,
And callous despair dare thee seep.
Fallow is the bitter woe,
In time of hardship pilgrims greet,
To what lands do these harsh winds blow?
If not home, then where do thy meet?
Pardoned crimes in bitter angst,
Meek is mine, but not is yours,
Wash thee the deck of darkened planks,
And close not mire, but wooden doors.
Fathom seeks as Fathom might,
Shadows fall from yonder moon,
Forbidden is enlightened sight,
If time shall tell, tell not it soon.
Scream your mercy, scream you life,
Doomed are they, who follow the trail,
If not the maid, your shallow wife,
For all who seek are deemed to fail.
Excuses on your burdened lip,
Lift the saint, from which you fly,
Cleanse your hand and Holy trip,
And wonder not child, wonder why.
Question not the unjust rule,
On thy own head hang thy pitied voice,
For no God’s hand shalt be do cruel,
Nor shall he impose with lack thee choice.
Pointed tips spark feuded war,
In battle grounds blood is spilt.
And not in peace does shine mine star,
But indeed the reddened roses wilt.
Has thee forgotten where thou stands?
Unspoiled valour what the flow,
These are not your hated lands,
But stained are they from doth hammer’s blow.
Lonely is the child that screams.
Forlorn the prison walls that bar the way,
And dust thy dare in spite to dream?
And honoured are they whom privileged stay.
Terror shuns the modest like,
With mine raging water’s blatant greed,
What the hammer dare to strike?
What the hour that martyrs plead?
Forgotten moments are reborn,
To be wiped clean with desperate tears,
Not with anguish, but what with scorn?
Doth love be shattered with putrid fear?
Years of suffering laid ahead,
Thy hell’s gate greet of doomsday drums,
Morrow rise in this ere stead,
But morning brings and mourning comes.
Freedom is not there for thee,
Alas become the dead on brave,
Thou can’t run on one’s own feet,
So curse my bones, mine rotting grave.
Hatred turns to hated men,
Marked are souls with kindled wrath,
Far lost are they who deem repent,
But I walk alone, on broken paths.
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Permalink Reply by Tash on
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Forget my voice.
Forget my name.
Forget me so, I scream in vain.
Hate my face,
Hate my voice,
Hate me so, I have no choice.
Fear my laugh,
Fear my face,
Fear me so, I’m in disgrace.
Steal my hope,
Steal my laugh.
Steal them so, I’m torn in half.
Destroy my life,
Destroy my hope,
Destroy them so, I just can’t cope.
Take my friends,
Take my life,
Take them so, I have not strife.
Mock my pain,
Mock my friends,
Mock me till my bitter end.
Feel my fear,
Feel my pain,
Feel me till I go insane.
Hear me beg,
Hear my fear,
Hear me till my last dead tear.
Watch me scream,
Watch me beg,
Watch me fall to callous death.
Savour my last breath,
Savour my scream,
Savour my fall from unwritten dreams.
Taunt my name,
Taunt my last breath,
Taunt my fall in heartless jest.
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Danke ^-^! I added another stanza to the my first poem:
Why the whispers on the tide?
And whom found thee deathly wrong?
Creatures of the heathen’s pride,
Screaming mine Mountain’s forlorn song.
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Fall now,
From thy sins,
Let not become,
The bitter moments,
Thy hateful memories,
O’ cry they of unjust woe!
Our painful thoughts and miseries.
Retreat,
To your home,
And don’t return,
For what do we leave?
We leave only our ghosts
So forget every whisper,
Before you’re forgotten in turn.
Hide now,
For your life,
And all you’re worth,
Fear your enemies,
Because you can not fight,
Too many blows have hit you.
Too many people have left you.
Just leave,
Leave us now,
Go from this place
Leave all that you have,
And all that you don’t have,
And all that you’ve ever known
Just drop it, and be glad to go.
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Permalink Reply by Doomy on
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I like this one, it sort of... *ponders* like, stares at you from the page. The structure is interesting... *luffs*
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This one was written for Doomy, (it's adressing the Mods.)
Pardon me my sins devine,
But who are you to judge my crimes?
We don't deserve this cruel, hard fate,
I knew it was thin ice, that we did skate,
But surely you wouldn't go so low,
As to ban someone for their heart felt woe?
So for God's sake!
Hear me when I ask you, pray,
To stop treating us in this unjust way!
Because,
Who are you to harshly judge,
My friends, my life, my hard earned love?
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She see's the hues of envy,
Harsh upon her face,
She see's the field of pity,
Frozen stark in place.
Smile the vision of knowledge,
It becomes your nature; right?
Or stick to scowling like that,
And see in black and white.
Talk in riddles oh wise one;
Talk in lilts and rhymes,
She know so much so surely,
But she thinks that it's a crime.
Move with subtle rythm,
And dance upon your feet,
Sing your solo melody,
And play to my heart beat.
She lies with ease in conflict,
Yet tries to offer help,
To those she finds in problem;
Whilst she disgusts herself.
Talk to me in confidence,
And try to ease my pain,
Laugh and talk with others,
Figure out what there is to gain.
She swims in dangerous waters,
Without fear for her own life,
She understands the others,
Those bearing hate and strife.
Hand over your confessions,
It's what you wanted; right?
Or keep looking in that mirror,
And blinding your weak sight.
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For ever be,
The long set peace,
For where turmoil plagues,
Distraught soils hate.
And churning mud,
Sets feuding blood,
To war in harboured mountains.
For fathom seek,
They two be weak,
In time enough for battle.
War bells chime,
The seeking find
To darkened corners,
Ghosts rescind.
Memories past,
Just can't last,
And torn pages of the book,
In which our confessions took,
Is lost to violent waters.
Painted horses prance,
And wicked people dance,
Upon my heart's long dead shore.
And the waves at sea,
That so berate me,
Continue upon my scream, "no more!"
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