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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 Kayte on
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*whispers to Tash*
Arbite isn't a word...
But, assuming that it was, I arbite everything...
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Permalink Reply by Tash on
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XD
It's a neologism. ^-^
And that may be, *grins* but I wouldn't try and peace make with me...
Being an arbiter; and a very prominant one at that I've been arbiting this whole thing against myself anyway, so I'm likely to get snappy with anyone else who tries.
Comprende? :D
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Permalink Reply by Zapp on
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In my experience with people like this, when they say "gone for ever" it is a lie...
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I know, I can only hope he isn't coward enough to return.
In a way I want him to be gone forever.
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Permalink Reply by Azzara on
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Thats wierd..and kinda sad...
I've never really talked to Vince...but i know what you mean...its happened to me before...
Azz
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Permalink Reply by XDLaura on
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All of these are beautiful, Tash :). I'm no good with poetry, but you have talent.
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Storm Clouds gather
Over a lonely green field
The falling tears shatter,
What we so desperately shield
And the warrior stands,
Gripping his bloodstained sword.
Facing the lands,
That he’s fought so hard for,
Howling winds run,
Through spindly trees,
The darkened out sun,
Is immune to our pleas.
And the warrior’s picture,
Painted with such careful skill,
Is that forlorn figure,
Silhouetted against the hard beaten hill.
Rain hammers down,
Drowning the screams,
The river that flows,
With merciless ease.
And to what avail
Doth the warrior plead,
For the farmers rough hand,
To sow his dark seeds?
Thunder drums,
Throwing its wrath,
The last rays of dawn,
Running along the worn path.
And the music that plays,
To the warrior’s dance,
Is the long lost voice,
Of comrades long past.
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The look in her eye,
Does she even care?
The unsaid question, “Why?”
Red lips; Pale blonde hair,
You can catch her lamented sigh,
This isn’t fair.
She’s starting to cry
That girl over there.
There’s something you have to do,
You look away,
Those beautiful eyes; startling blue,
Please God; Not today,
Do you have to carry this through?
I don’t want to have to say…
But you always knew,
There’s no other way.
To her, you start to pace,
What happens now?
Apprehension crosses her face,
Her lovely face, her lovely brow,
Electricity fills the space,
There’s only one way, only one how,
In her arms, you hold her embrace
You have to break your vow.
“You know why I’m here”
From your splendid dream you awake
Your voice is cracking in dreadful fear,
Red Blood on cold snow flakes,
“I love you” Her words ring clear.
And those word’s are all it takes,
With that single falling tear,
Your heart brakes.
Dedicated to Cher for inspiring me to write it XD.
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