Random Poetry Crap.

[Crion]

Since I'm taking an Advanced Composition course at my high school (funny, there's no Basic Composition course I can recall), and we're doing poetry, and I'm bored out of my mind with sonnets, couplets, limericks, and most of all free verse, I've taken to making up my own little designs for poems that hinge more on rhythm and meter than on any real "meaning" from the words. In the end, they mostly end up depressing or crazed. Right now, I'm fooling around with this poem:

- - -

Monsters moving, slow and soothing
Kittens clawing, tigers toothing
Ghosts and ghouls the world can't see
Circling, circling, circling me

Shadows sharing, calm and caring
Saviors smiling, demons daring
Angels and devils the world can't see
Mocking, mocking, mocking me

Jokers jesting, torn and testing
Kingdoms coming, regents resting
Princes and paupers the world can't see
Blaming, blaming, blaming me

Children crying, soft and sighing,
Liars living, dreamers dying
Victors and victims the world can't see
Haunting, haunting, haunting me

- - -

I still need to figure out how to end it, even if I add in another verse or two (provided I can come up with them, of course). But it seems an okay start. Constructive criticism would be nice. If I get more written of this I'll post it. Also, I'll be posting future poems of mine as well. Good times.

[Duddits]

That was very cool. All though I can't seem to find any higher meaning, it certainly is fun to read and read aloud.

The way I would end would be (as it currently is)

Circle, they're circling me
Mock, makin* mockery of me
Blame, wanting to blame it on me
Haunt, just trying to haunt

me

[Crion]

Eh, I dunno. I think the blind repetition sort of adds to the insanity of the speaker. Really, there is no higher meaning, unless you want to make the last stanza out to be about the Vietnam War, which one person who read it did.

[UndeadBastard]

Rofl, tell us that part plz?

[Crion]

Alrighty.

Children crying, soft and sighing,

Either moans of pain and anguish from wounded soldiers on the battlefield (our nation's "children"), or more literally, the bawling of Vietnamese children who have no parents left to tend to them, as they were killed in the crossfire.

Liars living, dreamers dying

The fact that Nixon, Kissinger, LBJ, and others lived (and never had to fight) while a good portion of our nation's youth, who are traditionally society's "dreamers," were slaughtered by the Vietcong.

Victors and victims the world can't see
Haunting, haunting, haunting me

The narrator is haunted by the spirits of the dead, civilians and military personnel alike, who died in the war: the "victors" can be either the Vietcong or the American forces, both of which lost substantial numbers of their own during the war, and the "victims" are the Vietnamese citizens that died in the fighting.

That's how I'd interpret it. Now, in reality, all the rhyme just sort of lined up correctly (note: "dreamers" replaces the original choice, "doers" here, after Eros advised me that "doers" was a horrible word, and I agreed) and fell nicely into place.

[UndeadBastard]

Ah, I see..Excellent work Crion...:worship:

[Duddits]

This prompt a question. Do you wish to be portrayed or actually are insane?

Knives and needles, stabbing and seething
The savage snowstorm, slowly freezing
Fires and felons, trying to end me
Killing, killing, killing me

[Carnage]

Eclipse
The Day and Night speak to thee
Revealing their secrets so vividly
The Day is envious of the Night
He shines with a much darker light
The Sun does desire to be cool
Just as the Moon is a pale jewel
The Night also admires the Day
She shines so brightly in Her way
The Moon desires to be hot
Though He realizes it's all for not
For the Sun will always shine so bright
And the Moon will always rule the night
Yet a brief rendezvous now takes place
The Sun shares Her shining grace
So the Moon moves to caress the Sun
And the Two lovers become as One

[BlackHawk]

Yeah, great work Crion, I liked it. And if that's the way you interpret it, [hippie voice] very deep man, very deep [/hippie voice].

And to Carnage: You are talented man, both Cartoons (your funny), and you're good with words. You are my hewoooooo!

I like it.

[Crion]

Interesting stanza, but it doesn't fit the poem's structure. ;)

(Two syllable plural noun) + (Present participle (#1) of a verb that forms alliteration or consonance with the preceding noun), (one syllable adjective) + (Gerund that forms alliteration or consonance with prior noun and rhymes before the -ing with present participle #1) / (Two syllable plural noun) + (Present participle (#2) of a verb that does NOT rhyme with present participle #1 and forms alliteration or consonance with the preceding noun), (Two syllable plural noun) + (Present participle (#3) of a verb that forms alliteration or consonance with the preceding noun and rhymes before the -ing with present participles #1 and #2) / (Two syllable plural noun) and (Two syllable plural noun that forms alliteration or consonance with the preceding noun) the world can't see / (Present participle of a verb that does not rhyme before the -ing with any of the other gerunds or present participles in the stanza, repeated three times) me

Complex, no?

I break the format slightly in one or two places ("ghost" and "ghoul" both have one syllable, for example; "dying" is not an exact fit for "crying") but the format pretty much stays constant throughout the piece.

Edit: This is directed towards Duddits.

[Duddits]

Nah... simplest thing I've seen since they showed us part of relativity.

[Geno]

I will try and write something here in five minutes... Let's see what I can type up... And please don't think that this is me, but what was a former shell of me, for this was my life prior to the 'new revelation' I had...

Deep Inside

All the day, I moan and weep,
Crying with tears, all so deep,
I never look around, never feel good things,
Not looking forward, to what the day brings,
The world in hell, my life's a spin,
I feel no love, I'm lost within,
I don't fit in anymore, that's for sure,
I am now so sick, I need a cure,
Life dies around me, nothing makes sense,
Hell seems easy, since this is all in suspense,
What did I do, to deserve this fate,
Was it the words you said, that I ate,
Or is it the lies, you fed to me,
About the days, from when I could see,
Before I was blind, before I was mute,
Days before the guns, that I didn't shoot,
I have no life now, thanks to you,
I feel nothing I try, is worth what I do,
I leave my soul, and go away,
Never coming back, not for a day,
I see nothing now, just darkness out there,
I have no thoughts, no memories to share,
Good-bye to all, get out of here,
If you don't, I might pass on my fear...

--Afterthoughts--
*Reads* Hmmm... I got a little off topic near the end, but it follows the dark theme well. That was how I used to feel all the time, but I can still bring it out. I don't know how I do it, but that's in five minutes. Not bad eh? If you wish for me to write more, say so. I would be glad to compose some more stanzas. If you wish to use my writing, please ask permission. I know it sounds stuipd, but there is a writing company I know of that used my work without permission, and now claims it as their own. I just wish that noone would do this, so if you wish to use this or ANY of my other works, just ask.

~Larry "Geno" Meyers

[Crion]

Hmm. More poetry. This one was an actual attempt at meaningfulness, instead of a stylistic game. I was ordered to write about a green plaid umbrella. ;)

"A Prayer in the Rain"

The night is cold and black and bleak
And the man's tears freeze on his cheeks as he steps outside
From soulless to saintly the still air turns
An he unrolls his green plaid umbrella as it starts to rain
Walking down the sidewalk, the flourescent lights of the ER left behind

An ambulence screams by as the water pours down
And the mist descends as he crosses over to the other side
Heedless of the texis, yellow, angry, cruel
Puddles form in the dips and gullies
As the clouds keep him company, crying for his loss

And yet he still hopes they'll be together again
Together forever and ever and ever, amen.

The hospital is behind him, and so is the past
But hospitals can't haunt a man and tear him apart
The past, his past, had found in him a debtor
And it repaid him in bullets and spades
The rain drums softly on the green plaid umbrella

His friend lies still in his coat pocket
The son of a Smith and a Wesson and a willingness to kill
But times have changed, and he changed with them
His old friend had become a stranger to him
And he had welcomed the change

And now he and his friend are one once again
Together forever and ever and ever, amen.

The moon had come out, but still it rains
And the constant drops from his umbrella comfort him
He sees a convenience store, dirty and old
Manned by a man with more anger than English
He steps inside, his hands shaking slightly

The moustached man eyes him suspiciously
But there are other things on the mind of the man with the umbrella
He buys a pack of cigarettes and a book of matches
Two other friends he left long ago
Friends rediscovered in the night and the rain

And his past and his present blend together again
Together forever and ever and ever, amen.

Ten minutes later, he reaches his apartment
A lonely series of rooms on the third floor
He invites his old friends inside for the first time
As his loss slowly stirs up memories and urges he thought he purged
He picks up the phone and dials a number

The man lights a cigarette as the third ring sounds
And another picks up the phone, answering gruffly, cautiously
He steels himself for what is to come, and for what has already passed
For a second, he falters, remembering her and his promises
But then he commits, responds, and his fall begins

And yet he still hopes they'll be together again
Together forever and ever and ever, amen.

[Duddits]

*Jaw drops*

Crion, that was so awsome man. Duddits loves it, but can not help but question: Do you need some therapy? :D Duddits loves your poems and storys (Soulless was awsome!)

Geno, omg man, *jaws drops again*. You seriously should think about getting that sold to someone as lyric because that is awsome. Love it, Duddits loves it so.

[Carnage]

Horrific mix of flesh, bone, and metal
Slaughtering with your every breath
Into our troubled world will you settle
Diving into a crimson feast of death

Bathing in the blood of your victims
Drying off on the morality of us all
Blindly we ignore all the symptoms
Blissfully unaware of the fall

Like an engine of utter doom
A storm of mindless rage
An onslaught of decay
You pull apart our human family
And drag our children into the fray
Your name, dark one, is War
And your only wish is for the blood to overflow
With a lifespan like an puss filled sore
You pop and leave a scar that will forever show...

[UndeadBastard]

Crion, do you mind posting all of your poems? :p I like everything you made so far.

[ShawnManX]

Bravo, Carnage, Geno, and Crion.

[Luther-Stark]

I posted this a long time ago on blizzforums, and unfortunatly no one got it.

i used too much symbolism, and expected to much of the reader. Looking back i now understand this. CC appreciated.

Bolts scream down from blackened skies,
God’s games mirror the human’s broken ties.
Gray lady, un-divided, lets loose her double-headed dog,
Covered truth, buried under the hazy bloody fog.
Innocent child, left alone with shovel and pick,
Digs deep into the misty air, discovers the devil’s twisted trick.
Lay’s down his soul, 9 inches to the right of his M16,
Begins to protest the war, the killing machine.
Village after village appears to be deserted,
The gruesome scene of heartless souls is sickenly perverted.
The boy, suddenly a gray haired dying man,
Gives up all hope, and takes his coin of leave.
Perhaps across the river Styx, in Hades, lies a lesser reason to Grieve.
At least there, there is no flip-sided double-headed dog of war, only black eyed Cerberus.

[Duddits]

Ya know... you just can't read Carny's poem while Adam Sandler's I Ran OVer the Taco Bell Dog is balzing on winamp. Duddits will read that one in a second while he calms down.

[Crion]

Hmm. Let's see what I can find, then. I had to write a villanelle for Advanced Composition, and it was five minutes before class, so I just went with some trite, gloomy subject matter for it:

*

"We"

We always love the lost and say that we tried
But is it a surprise that we never found the way
We fall, we fell, we laughed, we cried

We realize that it was the season that lied
And that it was the wind that we thought we heard say
We always love the lost and say that we tried

We looked to others when we should have looked inside
For as we look for where the fragile threads fray
We fall, we fell, we laughed, we cried

We fall by our hand and by it we abide
Through the summers of October and the winters of May
We always love the lost and say that we tried

We build our dark dreams and in them we hide
And because of the minds we skin and the hearts we flay
We fall, we fell, we laughed, we cried

In the graveyard of saints and dreams that died
We witness the dawn of a new dying day
We always love the lost and say that we tried
We fall, we fell, we laughed, we cried

*

Here's a partially-finished song that I wrote when I was bored and zoning out, and which all who have read it interpret as being written from the point of view of Christ, as he is about to die. Which is interesting, because I didn't mean for it to happen that way.

*

VI.

Sinners and saints brought me to this place
Traitors and thieves will take me home
Whores and liars all for me said grace
But the pain still blinds me

Martyrs and men wait for the eloquent lies
Sages and slaves toil away in the dark
Lovers and nations hear the trembling cries
But a promise still binds me

Chorus.

(To a night) That I worked to create
(To a loss) That destroyed my faith
(To a tear) That I let fall too late
But I can't say never

(To a light) That I want to prolong
(To a cross) That I don't want anyway
(To a fear) That perhaps I was wrong
But I can't say never

VII.

Prophets and princes can't know my face
Jurors and judges lost the way and the cause
Ghosts and groundskeepers all stare off into space
But I refuse to go free

*

And that's all I've written of that one so far. This is another one of my little challenges to myself, also keeping in time with my teenage angst theme, because it's not about the words, but the rhythm. Read it aloud.

*

I fell through the hole in the hole in my head and let you forget what you thought that you said when you said how and why and you told me goodbye and I cried and I died and I lied but I led.

I knew where I was when I shattered the glass and then we spoke of stress and of critical mass but I can't wear this crown and I still hate this town so I frown and go down and I drown but I pass.

*

Fun little word games that make little sense, they are. I'll post more as I find them; however, right now, I must go eat lunch. ;)

[Mordecai2k]

I love people who can write :)

[ShawnManX]

Awww Mordecai loves every one, because every body can write, to a degree, and in their own way, even if no one else can read it.

[Modred]

Sonnet No.2

If life gave time enough for me to tell
The power of emotion that I feel
Inside me from my head down to my heel
That rises as though summoned by a bell
When I see you and am cast under spell,
I'd gladly spend my days but to reveal
The thoughts that move my mind like to a wheel
And turn my nights into a living hell.
But time enough is not found in all space
To speak of everything within my heart
For it is full of things I hold most dear
That I cannot unveil within life's race
Without disclosing of my secret art
The things that are the causes of my fear.

It started out about something specific...but then I started focusing on the rhyme and meter...and I kinda don't know what happened.