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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 Doomy on
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You're lovely dear. This was cute...
But what vow did he break? Was he marries, or did he just swear not to fall in love with her?
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Permalink Reply by Tash on
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The vow being that you tell someone so many times you love them, that you'll never leave them you promise them the world... so when you leave or stop loving them, you break the unofficial vow, but the most important one...
Eh, it's hard to explain.
Give me some artistic license people!
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“Goodnight”
The words are unclear, though the scripture bold,
The scissors cut, and the thin fabric folds,
No, the moments won’t last, the tears won’t stain,
The hurt will be washed away by the rain,
The sacred music will once again be heard,
The arrow hunting the flight of the bird,
Alay, we can look away from the bad,
Turn to the good, and ignore what’s sad,
This night will be painted with our laughter,
And our merriment remembered long after,
But for now, tired eyes and a stifled yawn,
Adieu, playfellows, I return with the dawn.
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Remember the time
When you held my hand
And I could smile back at you
Because you’d understand.
Remember the days
When we’d talk for hours
Happy to be together
The world was ours.
Remember the time
When you pointed out that star
And told me so long as I could see it
You’d never be far
Remember the time
You sang to my heart
Told me you loved me
That we’d never be apart.
Remember that time
When you rocked me to sleep
You where my shepherd
And I was your sheep
Remember the day
When you held out that rose
And told me such sweet things
Before you proposed
Remember those early times
When nothing was amiss
I’d look into your eyes
And see only bliss
Remember the last time
You ever spoke my name
Tears in your eyes
Telling me, you were to blame.
Remember, Remember
Remember those days
Remember, Remember
What you used to say.
Remember I love you
Even though you’re gone
Remember I’ll always love you
And you’re the only one.
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"Questions"
Who are we but shadows in bright sunshine?
What reflection do we bring to our ever growing world?
Who are we, that someone will remember our names?
What are the answers to our questions?
Who holds knowledge that we don’t?
When will we see clearly?
Or is our vision slowly getting worse?
Why do we walk one road, and not another?
Is it that we’ve forgotten what matters most?
Would life matter? Were it not for death?
What demons are there to call us man?
What men are there to label them hell?
Who are we to judge another?
Who are we to be judged?
Is justice the greatest gift we can bestow?
Or is it forgiveness?
What are we searching for, if not a purpose?
What is life, but a man’s simple dreams?
What is joy without the contrast of sorrow?
What is light without the mirror of dark?
What is time, to those who’ve found what they’re looking for?
What is the point to my questions?
Is it answers that I seek?
Am I seeking confirmation?
How do I explain, what I don’t know myself?
Do I expect anything in return?
Is there some hint in my complexion?
Is there some lingering feel?
Is there any point?
Is there any reason?
Or are we but ghosts
of what is real?
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