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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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I don't know like.
I don't know lust.
I don't know Luck.
I don’t know trust.
I know loneliness,
But would I ask for them to come just because they're there?
Not for one day.
I know loyalty.
But do I stay because it’s what everyone wants?
No one ever wanted me to stay.
I don't know pity.
But why did I stay then, when I knew it wasn't what I wanted?
I stayed because of guilt.
I don't know confidence.
But I've never kissed, anyone, or held their hand, anyone's hand.
I don't seek what I don't have.
I know infatuation.
But does their sight make my heart skip a beat?
No.
It's their words that make me never want to leave.
I know Friendship.
But do I pardon their faults because I care about them?
Never.
I don't see their faults, because I have worse;
Who am I to judge? I'm no better.
I know lies.
But are they the only one you think of?
No. They're not.
But they're the one I imagine is holding me in their arms before I go to sleep.
Always when I go to sleep.
They're the one who I talk about all the time, because often,
I just can't get them of my mind.
I know charity.
But are you willing to give all your favourite things for their sake?
Of course not.
I've already given it all away.
What's left is what they'll have to take.
Do I know love?
I say yes,
I say I know your shattering touch,
Your terrifying voice,
Your unique taste,
Your forlorn hints,
Your beautiful caress.
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Permalink Reply by Doomy on
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That is so... Tash, that poem was breathtaking. Especially since I can guess where it came from.
Just... wow. *Shakes head in awe*. You have a gift Tash- don't ever lose it.
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Permalink Reply by Azzara on
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Beautiful.
I especially loved this one.I think I see where its coming from...its very touching.
Azz
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“Maybe”
Maybe this will be over,
Before I tell you what it means,
Maybe time will cover,
The pain that stalks my dreams.
Maybe lies will save me,
From truths too hard to bear,
Maybe I’ll stop hurting;
Maybe one day you’ll try to care.
Maybe I’ll stop being foolish,
Maybe I’ll stop thinking I could be,
More than just a shadow,
Haunting your vibrant sea.
Maybe when I’m older,
I’ll be able to understand.
Maybe I’ll be wise enough,
To refuse love’s tangent hand.
Maybe I’ll stand my ground,
And find happiness in this callous place,
Maybe I’ll fight for myself; for once,
Instead of running someone else’s race.
Maybe I’ll stop wishing,
And accept the brutal fact,
That life had long ago forsaken,
My putrid bloodied track.
Maybe I’ll stop finding reasons,
To reopen dried up wounds,
Maybe I’ll stop crying,
Maybe my life won’t so be doomed.
Maybe my tears will sting less,
As I try to walk away,
Maybe the memories won’t resurface,
Maybe this feeling will one day fade.
Maybe I’ll find forgiveness,
For doing unto another such a wrong,
For forcing my twisted emotions,
On one who stood so strong.
Maybe I’ll die tomorrow,
And this will all be gone,
And maybe I’ll discover.
You were right all along;
“I need to stop saying maybe,
I need to open my fear struck eyes,”
But what if don’t want to fight the feeling?
Maybe I don’t want a life.
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I don't really like this one but eh. I'll post it anyway...
Little girl,
Standing alone,
Would you like some help?
Little girl,
Shakes her head,
No thank you sir, I’m fine.
Little girl,
Looks around,
Can you keep a secret?
Little girl,
Anxiously meets your eye,
If you care to tell me.
Little girl,
Holds out her hand,
I’ve been looking for my person.
Little girl,
With deep brown eyes,
But I just can not find him.
Little girl,
Looks concerned,
I need my person, stranger.
Little girl,
Wearing a yellow dress,
I need someone to talk to.
Little girl,
In her little world,
I’ll listen to what you have to say.
Little girl,
Takes a deep breath,
I hear you stranger; okay.
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Charlotte is a normal girl,
Sitting in a room,
Charlotte smiles and talks a while,
Charlotte knows she’s doomed.
Charlotte chats and flicks her hair,
She’s happy; as she should be,
She’s a lovely girl; she has no cares,
Charlotte is a lie.
Charlotte looks at her computer screen,
She swivels in her chair,
As she checks the library,
Charlotte’s eyes fill with despair.
Charlotte walks and talks the game,
So well that no one doubts,
The thoughts that really stalk her brain,
Charlotte wants to scream.
Charlotte’s got a secret,
And she’s not inclined to tell,
Charlotte’s hiding something big,
Charlotte’s hiding her true self.
Charlotte has told too many lies,
She’s lost and she’s in pain,
She wants to run away and cry,
Charlotte probably will.
Charlotte is in love; again,
And she’s not sure where to go,
She thought it would all be the same,
Charlotte’s tired of being wrong.
Charlotte doesn’t know what to do,
She swears she’s gone insane,
She’s so confused, she’s so alone,
But we know Charlotte’s not her name.
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*ClapClapClapClap*
Bravo. As usual, Tash, you don't fail to stun me.
You are, as I have said before, an AMAZING poet. Keep up the good work!!
*Luffs "Doomed" reference*
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Lolèd my friend.
Adding the "è" makes it be pronounced "lol-ed".
And so the antics of shakespeare further stalk my brain...
As such, I've not mentioned this on a forum yet so at Doomy;
Vince has gone, forever,
After telling me how much he hated me and how this was all my fault and that I was a fuck up who should open her eyes. Because although I'm not blind I don't seem to be able to see the greater meaning of life; pain.
Of course this is also after he proceeds to tell me how he only helps people because he enjoys to see them suffer, but then have the controling power over them when he helps them sort things out.
But anyway I'm dealing, shockingly well, and I'm glad he's gone.
I couldn't fit all of the above into a poem... XD
Oh well.
Just keeping you updated.
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Don't feel sorry for me, feel sorry for all the people he just walked out on, without even a goodbye.
Coward.
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Permalink Reply by Kayte on
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Y'know, that's really awful that he said that to you...
But, I honestly think, he's got some major issues going on in his real life, and he's trying to make up for them here. First it was being a jerk (but in a good way) then it was being sickeningly nice, now it's all finally catching up.
And it probably is a good thing that he's gone, at least for now, because he needs to go deal with whatever is making him this way, and we need to get away from his mood swings.
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