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I've decided to let this thread be a place where anyone can post their poems in. Reviews and criticism are allowed, and happy poem-writing.


Eyes to Shadows

Eyes like the windows to shadows
Never light, never one to cuddle with.
And into the eyes we see, the very darkness
Of which we wherein were borne forth,
Never restraint, never seeing, only looking.
The salvation we look for is only a dream.
Only a dream....

Wow. Kind of fatalistic, but well-written.

Very nice. Just for you, or for the entire board to post poems? Either way, a very good poem. I like it.

Die Kitty

A kitty with a ball of lead lodged in the back
of its left eye socket crawled toward me.
A river of red ran behind it, its crimson striking
to my eye.

"You poor thing," I call to it.
Kitty does not answer. It only crawls as
a kitty with lead in its eye can, crimson behind it.

"Die Kitty," I say to it, shadow falling over
the thread that hung the kitty to this world.
"Why do you not die, Kitty? Won't you not join me?"

Kitty, being the kitty it is, crawls under the porch
Crimson behind it, the fire searing, the life burning.
So Kitty does not want to die,
If so then may the misery of the ball of lead
be the window to the horrible,
For the little ones whom you hold dear shall curse
you and be repulsed by the thing that the ball of lead
has transfigured you to be.

For you do not yet know the truth
That the ball of lead is only a tool to the
worshippers of the school of the Beast.
May you live and not live.

TELL me this isn't from personal experience. Please.

Shinova wrote:Die Kitty

This was in response to that story about how that bastard shot the cat. Can you identify who the speaker is?

Another one:


The Invisible Boy

I call out
Whatever it is, I call out.
Not one head turns.

Amazing how empty a world can be,
Amazing how far away we can be
And whenever I open my mouth to say,
They do not receive.

Our hands are joined in a circle of unity
But our hearts are as different as night and day
Amazing how we can still be here,
Amazing how much darkness can live amongst the light

I raise my voice, and not one head turns
This leads me to believe I can walk into a bank
and rob it of its precious greed
And not one head would turn.

I am the invisible boy
No one knows me, no one notices me,
no one can feel my heart calling

For I am the invisible boy,
And boy how lonely this place is.

I've read one like this before, and I know how it feels to be in such a position.

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For the Ice King

For the Ice King I serve,
And the green blood on which we live
I shall toil endlessly to uphold.
For this green miracle that is the
only true divinity I give my faith to.
The green heartbeat--the beat that throbs
stronger than any love, the heartbeat that
shall reach to the skies and shake down the
foundations of Heaven itself,
This I shall love more than life.
And the green river upon which the
ship of affluence sails, aye Captain, we will
defend that ship with our souls.

For the Ice King I shall raze a million homelands
For the Ice King I shall make poor a billion people
For the Ice King I shall bleed my life for the few
For the Ice King I shall destroy the world

And for the Ice King I throw away the Heart of Humanity,
for what use is that heart if no profit shall flow from it?

The Heart of Darkness

What do I see with my eyes?
Over the horizons of oil, sweat, and blood
What do I hear with my ears?
Echoing through the valley of screams
What do I smell with my nose?
Drifting up from the ashes of our children
What do I feel with my skin?
Through the wind permeated with the sins of all

What is it?
What is it, you ask?

It is us and our heart of darkness.

You're good, Shinova. I especially liked Heart of Darkness. Do you write a lot of poems? I don't know how much market there would be for one here, but if enough people said yes, a poetry forum would be nice.

Well, here's one of mine, for all those who dream of doing something but afraid to try (such as trying to become writers):

Reach for the Stars

Spun of hope and starlight our dreams,
So elusive, here a flicker, there a spark;
And how often so difficult, it seems,
To fan them to a flame that lights up the dark.

To take a dream and turn it to reality
Takes hard work before it’s done,
Strength in face of adversity,
Swift hands to seize the chance ‘fore it’s gone.

Yes, life to our dreams we can give,
And try I must, even should it give me scars,
For not to try is not to live
So I shall reach for the stars!

Hrm....I should move mine over here, then....

Poem 5A.

The insanity
Of humanity
In all its religious glory,
And the morality
And the barbarity
Of closed-mindedness.
The conformity
And the deformity
Of sheltered lives
All
The time we are wasting
And the times we are facing
Are not in vain
Cuz the hate we are breeding
And the fear we are keeping
Are passed down to our
Kids
Who see all and know all
Are corrupted, then, by all
The so-called “role-models”
Who ad for the malls,
Our major downfalls,
Cuz we can’t keep clear
Minds
Are to be cherished
And not to be perished
Why?
For knowledge, we carried,
And knowledge, we married,
To keep ourselves
Sane
Is an overrated word
That all of us have heard
Much
More than we want to
But know that we love to
Keep it in our
Heads
Rolling on the battlefields
Knowing what it will yield
Being
Death becoming life
Born once more into strife
Of
What we like to call the world
Not all our plans unfurled
Yet
When we are surprised
That people tell us lies
We chew them up like
Dogs
Are commonly known as
Man’s best friend (my ass!)
But
Cats are to be oppressed
Along with women and the rest
Or so we once thought
In
A previous humanity
Leading to today’s insanity.

Poem 4C.

The clairvoyant's wish—
to be understood.
The reality of dibelief.

What more to want,
than Tarot, and Palms,
The Foresight and Runes?

Always more than what is known
clairvoyant's wish—
Always wnating the connection.

A Fundamentalist's greatest enemy,
a heretic in all the rights—
Keeping straight the beliefs so true.

Open-minded, no longer closed,
the Fundie's wish—eliminate.
Disbelieveing my clairvoyancy.

Poem 4B.

Keep it going, let it go.
You know I hate you, just let it go.
Until the end, we'll let it go.
And if you hurt me, I'll let it go.
Do one thing wrong, I'll let it go.
Keep it going, we'll let it go.
Just keep on playing, just let it go.
And if you feel it, let it go.

Poem 4A.

Destruction into light,
Destruction into dark,
The arrow, again,
Ha smissed it's mark.

Death in the light,
Deaht in the dark,
Of friends, all my friends,
With warnings they do not hark.

Lifr in the light,
life in the dark,
Of foes, all my foes,
That keep me from my lark.

Beguiling in the light,
Beguiling in the dark,
The family shows the way,
To throw them at my mark.

Disguiising the light,
Disguising the dark,
She finds another way
To yet keep me from you.

Poem 3A.

Trying to find a dark corner to hide in--with no success.
Somewhere that I can seclude myself--with no success.
Many a person, I'd rather them gone.
But then the few that'd never leave my side.
And then those I can talk to whenever I feel alone.
My goal is to be rid of those that would ruin my life--
To be rid of those idiots that create my ultimate pains.
But also to be close to those I admire, those that I care about.
But also to be with those that I could have give me pleasure,
Unfortunately, without these idiots, my life would be nothing--it would mean nothing at all.

Stupidity by NecronLord

Oh spirit of Stupidity,
What brings you to this shore?
Why do you mock me?
Who summoned you, what for?
In your guise of trek absurd
And fundies all around
Why this steaming turd
Do you lay upon the ground?
My brother hosemen three
Are forced to fight
Both Day and Night
To rid the world of thee

This endless Quest
[The earth is round]
To destroy the 'best'
Yet ignoramuses abound
Religious tracts assail us
Still we stand our ground
They moan and fuss
With nitpicks they have found
Their foolish minds work thus
Unable pass the basic test
Of self awareness, or sentience
Beleifs contradicted by all evidence
Yet continue I must

For to destroy ignorance in all its forms
Is truthfully the honest duty of us all

Books by NecronLord (this one is far less formal)

Bound in creaking leather
Thick tomes of hate

Terrible ignorance, and intolerance
If thy wife speaks-

Beat Her
For that is her fate

With hard Spines
Thick Tomes of Spite

Evil abounds in many forms
Though what is evil and what is good?

War is Good
If it is commanded by a deity
Murder is Good
As long as they aren't from my tribe
Hate is Strength
When it is righteous wrath

Slay the infidel
Cast down his altars
Pillage his lands.

Contined in books
Bound in creaking leather
Thick tomes of hate

Books of Worship?
Or
Books of Hate

Wow. Very powerful, NL. Me likes.

Which was better? I take it the Second, more modern one?

NecronLord wrote:Which was better? I take it the Second, more modern one?

I liked the style of the first one, but I liked the souind of the second one. And the last three lines of the first one blew me away. It's so hard to tell...I can't make any hoinest distinguishment between the two.

Thoughts on mine? I like my first one best.

I like 4B & 4A best.

My first one {stupidity} actually has a rhyme scheme in Elizibethan style.

NecronLord wrote:I like 4B & 4A best.

Any particular reason why? (I'm just curious)