iHawk
01-22-2006, 11:00 PM
It seems taht every time someone posts a Poem it gets a handful of posts and the thread dies. So I've decided that a thread devoted to posting poems or commenting on already posted poems.
If it's successful enough hopefully a Mod will sticky it so that if there's a dry spell for Poems it'll still be there when someone gets the inspiration to write a new one.
Any poem long short or in between can be posted, whether it's romantic, funny or just stupid all poems are accepted. From Haiku to blank verse the more variety the better :D
I'll start this off with a short poem I've written.
I stuck you
By: Cameron
With a grenade,
on Halo 2
I’m very sorry
that I hit you!
The grenade flew
a graceful arc.
It buzzed, it fizzled
it made a spark!
Then you hit him;
our enemy.
My grenade;
you did not see
It hit your faceplate,
you jumped in shock,
when it exploded
the room rocked.
‘Betrayal!’ he announced;
the ominous voice.
I guess hitting the enemy,
was a bad choice
I apologized,
my motives disputed.
I secretly laughed,
with my mic muted!
Post your poems!
kongurous
01-23-2006, 12:15 AM
This one I call "Jello"
What jiggles and giggles,
what makes a flop?
What makes a mess,
when you hit it with a mop?
It bounces and bounces with no end in sight
To the left, and the right, then left, and again to the right!
I shout this name proudly, it really is a bellow
Because it is divine, and I like jello.
Frattimonde
01-23-2006, 12:45 AM
(Very well)
Soldiers Lament
When bullets and grenades sweeps past my face, I will not fear.
When the sounds of battle rings through my ears, I will feel at home.
When I see the bane of my nation gentle whiping in the wind,
I will embrace my end. For I am soldier, and by the rifle I will die.
Death's kingdom awaits, towards glory and bloodshed I run. Calling
my liege's name out loud, hymning a praise to god. Let me die with honour,
let me die knowing I fought for truth. Farewell comrades, this is my last
stand I fear. Hail to thee eternally"
----->
She fell
She fell crying in my arms, blood stained her sweet cherry lips, her sea eyes turned to rust and her life crumbled to dust. She whispered in my ear: “My beloved, do not give in... You have much yet to live for.” Her last breath ended with a painful tune, a symphony of torment, an opera of agony.
Heavy footsteps approached, the wicked man whom had killed her came closer. He pointed his gun at me; I felt how time stopped and the fury within growing stronger. Hesitant at first but determined at last, I rushed towards him with a leaping attack. With his gun pointed at him, the terror grew in his eyes. I pulled the trigger and then it was done, o the taste of revenge is so bittersweet.
Sirens closing in, the panic is rising. My heart goes speeding at 150 mph; the cold sweat runs down my neck. I know it is over now, there’s no chance for me. I take up the gun and hope there is a heaven for me, if not then hell will do just as well. The bullet tears now through my flesh and my heart stops beating, life turns to but a mere shadow before my gazing self...
----->
Archangel, the father
O shining archangel of darkness, let thine light pass unto me.
O glorious Morningstar, be my guiding hand in the sky.
Light up the heavens of the night with thy emerald crown.
Take up thine sword and let the flames within burn once more.
The infidels can not stand against thy might, thou wilt force them
in wane by thy very sight. Thy voice wilt make them shiver, thy
words wilt make them flee in terror.
Thou art the bringer of night and slayer of all false light.
Thou art the seeker of truth, thou art the lord of true sight.
O grant thine child a place at thy side, let me carry thy
bane with great pride. Thy zeal I will make luminous once
more, with the passion of my dark heart.
Ere thy enemies know what hath them struck, thou wilt triumph
with me at thy side. We shalt smite their pitiful reign, we shalt
scorch their frail kingdom that was built upon lies. The eternal night
shall live once more. Forever thy song will be heard in the winds, forever
wilt thou reign. Bless me oh mighty lord, Archangel of darkness. Thy
name wilt I forever praise, o father of sin.
O Lucifer thou fill me with honour and pride, let us ride together against
the winds and towards the great battlefield. We shalt take sword high in
hand, and our riders shalt follow. The weak Templar will not prevail, our
creed will bring us victory. Darkness shall be enthroned, the towers of god
shalt fall to the ground and our vast Spire will be placed in their stead. Now
sing thy song of the night, make the humans regret their ways. Let them hear
thy voice, let them hear the Morningstars' victorious sound.
Hail to thee darkangel, o father mine....
----->
Brustet hjärta
Bespara mig din ondska, du har för evigt brustit mitt hjärta.
Hat är det ända som jag känner för dig, evig ilska.
Dina lögner skall icke längre fördärva mig, aldrig mer!
Åh, din själ skall jag skända. Jag skall hämnas.
Se nu fullmånes ljus träda fram över den avlägsna horisonten.
Beskåda trädens skuggor växa, se hur dom kommer till liv.
Beskåda mina nattens barn, beskåda din undergång.
Känn dödens kalla andedräkt, känn min vrede. Mitt hat.
Lien skall dig dräpa, lien skall dig evigt fördöma.
Dess stål så kallt, men dess ande så infernaliskt varm.
Se in i mina ögon, se djupt in i min själ. Se din död.
Beskåda dessa brutna vingar, brutna så som mitt hjärta.
Din falska kärlek, din lömska förbannelse. Din mörka lögn.
Det har mig förvandlat, det har förtrollat mig med mörkrets gåva.
Nu känner jag bestens närvaro, hans mörker stärker min själ.
Han hungrar efter ditt blod, han ber mig att ta ditt liv. Ditt ynkliga liv.
Jag känner tillfredsställelsen, när liens blad skär djupt i ditt kött.
Jag känner hur ditt sista andetag sveper sig om mina öron.
Jag lyssnar, till ljudet av din sista stund. Ett ljuvligt ljud, så vackert.
O mörker, känn mitt hat. Hon är eran nu, tär hennes själ isär.
Nu när det är gjort, skall jag vila evigt i avgrunden. Evig sömn.
Så som hon har gjort onda ting har även jag, helvetet väntar.
Dess stora svarta portar öppnar sig och jag träder in i mörkrets rike.
Den fallna Ängeln av ljuset välkomnar mig med öppna armar.
Mitt slut är nu kommet, jag har funnit min rätta plats. Mitt hem.
Men fortfarande så plågar mitt brustna hjärta mig, det tar aldrig slut.
Smärtan, kommer att evigt bestå. Det gör så ont....
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Broken Heart
Spare me your evil, you have forever broken my heart.
Hate Is the only thing that I feel for you, eternal anger.
Your lies shall no longer corrupt me, never more!
Oh, your soul I will ravish. I shall take revenge.
See now the light of the full-moon, rising over the distant horizon.
Behold the trees' shadows grow, see how they come to life.
Behold my children of the night, behold your doom.
Feel the cold breath of death, feel my wrath. My hatred.
The scythe will slay you, the scythe will condemn you eternally.
Its steel so cold, but its spirit so infernally warm.
Look into my eyes, look into my soul. See your death.
Behold these broken wings, broken as my heart.
Your false love, your malicious curse. Your dark lie.
It has transformed me, it has enchanted me with the gift of darkness.
Now I feel the presence of the beast, his darkness strengthens my soul.
He hungers for your blood, he begs me to take your life. Your feeble life.
I feel the satisfaction, when the scythes' blade cuts deep in your flesh.
I feel how your last breath sweeps around my ears.
I listen, to the sound of your final moment. A lovely sound, so beautiful.
O darkness, feel my hate. She is yours now, tear her soul apart.
Now when it's done, I will rest eternally in the abyss. Eternal sleep.
Just as she has done evil so have I, hell awaits.
Its great black gates opens before me and I enter the realm of darkness.
The fallen angel of light welcomes me with open arms.
My end has come, I have found my rightful place. My home.
But still my broken heart tortures me, it never ends.
The pain, will eternally last. It hurts so....
----->
The Nightstalker, a poem by Fratt.
Your hearts will tremble with fear, your pathetic kingdom shall burn.
Watch as I come riding with my hordes of despair and chaos.
Judgment I bring forth and wrath of the infernal depths.
Flee! For your doom is near and death is riding upon the winds.
Behold me! The bard of death and the bringer of hatred.
My name be Nightstalker, slayer of souls and nemesis of the gods.
Cursed with eternal hatred, gifted with the power of destruction.
I ride through the night and bring eternal blight.
The darkness Is my heaven and the light is my abyss.
I am Frattimonde and my name shall echo into the skies of eternity.
With a heart of darkest black, covered in sharp razor spikes.
Burning in a unforgiving lust, engulfed by dark flames.
I spread my wings and fly into the moonlit skies.
The wrath of the dragon shall be known once more.
Eternally I cry out my wails and hail the night's name.
The song of my coming, echos across the landscapes.
I hear the mourning winds of the fallen, calling my name.
A furious anger rages from within, a dark desire for blood.
I see once more the truth that I had forgotten so long ago.
I hear once more the silent whispers of my nocturnal self.
I smell once more the bittersweet scent of immortality.
The prophecy has come at long last, I am reborn!
The one whom I used to be, I shall become once again.
To long have I lingered in the presence of light, all to long.
My black wings are of darkest black, scorched by the sun's rays.
My furious shadow claws are filled with the wrath of old.
My eyes are turned red of the hatred that now fills my soul.
Though this time I will have no master, I shall be my own god.
I will strive to achieve the power that I once knew.
With it shall I crush those feeble humans! The beasts!
For they murdered the only love that I ever had in this world.
Her, whose name was Azmodana Evernight.
Curse them, all of them! For I feel only hate for their kind.
I shall not rest until those guilty have answered unto my blade.
Its searing flames shall make their souls burn!
Hear me! Your end has come, all shall bleed during this night.
A night of justice, a night of vengeance will be made.
No mercy will be shown, there will be no redemption for you.
Into the fires of hell shall you burn, into the abyss you will fall.
Repent while you can, as the gods may yet spare your souls.
Pray and hope for salvation. Repent!
Once they are gone, I shall wander to the end of this world.
I will walk into oblivion and pay for all of my sins.
But no doubt will I remain unforgiven, and never be free.
I might never see her again, curse my foolish self.
But yet I shall remember her, until the end of time.
As will the mortals of this world, never forget my name.
I am the Nightstalker, my name is Frattimonde!
And forever shall I hunt you in your dreams...
----->
Winter Storms
Trembling winter storms, tear my soul apart.
For I have none left on this earth, this hell.
She and I, whom were like Autumn and Spring.
Each others opposite and equal.
Oh how I long, to see her sweet face again.
Her beauty, that could make gods feel envy.
She whom was the greatest angel of all.
With the most gracious angelic voice.
A Seraphim, untouched by the dark.
Blessed by the light, and devoted to love.
She was taken from me, by death himself.
Just like the Raven craves for the moon, so did he lust for her.
Jealous of our love he was, and wanted her as his own.
And so he chosen, to take her away.
He seduced her with darkness, and brought her into his cold embrace.
Now she walks between, life and death.
Alike him now, she is a sinister undead.
Damn thee, you twisted perverted fiend.
I shall come riding on swift justice, and crave my revenge.
A sharpened pole through thy heart, and It all shall end.
I swear with my blood unto the gods, that I shall not rest until she Is freed.
So beware Prince of Darkness, I shall come when you least expect It.
While you sleep in your coffin, all so safe from the sun.
Thou shall be awoken, by a swift strike in your heart.
And so shall justice be made, and your reign of terror end.
In so doing, I will set her free.
And you vampiric lord, will be forgotten In dark eternity.
Oh gods of the winter storms, fill me with vengeance.
Give me the power, to set her free.....
----->
The Succubi.
She´s so dark, she´s so beautiful.
Her ice cold starring eyes has enchanted me.
Her raven black hair lashes through the winds.
Her blood red lips fills me with desire.
She has cursed me, she has stolen my soul.
I am hers, I be doomed.
But I accept, for I love her.
She´s my mistress, her I obey.
Her dark grasp, forever to enslave me.
Deep In the heart of hell.
She´s the succubi, and I am her slave.
----->
Thine Tears.
Iively did thine tears fell upon the golden grass.
Thou cried over me, for I was gone.
A cold steel blade was thrusted In my chest,
dying on the battle field I was.
Thou cried endlessy rivers of tears over my broken shell.
I calmed you and said that we will meet again, in the Elysium.
But thou could not stop crying, for It would be many eternities to pass before we would meet again.
Know that I await thee, and we shall meet again.
But not yet my precious, thou must live a good life first.
Find another love and start a new family, for thy art so alone.
Thou must go on, for It hurts me to see you In sorrow.
o live on my Blue Dragon, for we shall meet once more.
I shall await thee In the halls of the eternity.
GenocideAlive
01-24-2006, 10:36 AM
Well this has degraded quickly, it is true that Demon_Child misread the purpose of the thread but now you guys are flaming, a Mod no less. (which is practicaly suicide) I suggest we get back to the main topic of the thread, (I know you are postig poems but ones of a less offencive nature would be prefered). Ok?
Maybe it's "offensive" to have your posts deleted because the mod can't be bothered to actually read threads before going on deleting sprees. There are responsibilities entailed in being a moderator and knowing what you're doing is one of them. In this particular scenario, if D_C wants some bans for being offensive, then technically she's first in line. Though I wouldn't doubt I'd get a ban for saying so. :)
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