Nevermore's Poetry

[Azia]

Originally Posted by Kaos6

this.

I got all excited cuz I see the thread was posted in and then no poem... ><

Hurtful. So very hurtful. ><

*sigh* I know exactly what you mean...

[Nevermore]

Originally Posted by dragonrider932

*sigh* I know exactly what you mean...

You were the one who posted in the first place >.<

When did the guilt trip fall on me?

[Azia]

I really wish I could read some great poetry....

[darkisaac]

Originally Posted by dragonrider932

I really wish I could read some great poetry....

You can. there's great poetry everywhere.

Go read Emily Dickenson or Robert Frost or even Richard Wright, those are some famous names that oughta keep you busy for a lil' bit. lol

Or somehow find poems used in previous AP English Literature tests, they have some awesome poems; I took my AP test yesterday and it had some cool poems, can't discuss them though, part of the guidelines of AP testing lol

[Azia]

I don't have any...Wait! Yes I do, lol. I've got A book of Dickinson, lol!!!

[Nevermore]

Alright, now you can get off my back XP. I'm not real fond of the second one, but I was trying something out, so I might as well show it.

*****

Build the Tower

The hammer comes down and cracks the wall
The pillar breaks down and starts to fall
The tower that's formed from thoughts and dreams
Crashes to the ground by its fragile seams

A light that shines once means nothing to me
Darkness drags it to the depths of the sea
The light that shines on consistently
Is the one that deserves the loudest plea

Though our days are numbered and lost to time
And we all are subject to bloody crime
As the weeping dove flies on through the air
The weight of this world is too much to bear

So we build up the tower with our ideals
Fortified by the number of their appeals
As the people look up from down below
It will stand up to their harshest blow

*****

Lone Wolf

Running from the pack
That abandoned him long ago
A trail of fresh blood on the new fallen snow

Surviving on scraps
From the leftover animals
As some from his pack become mere cannibals

Making a new life
One that would give him a true pride
A life where he finally cared if he died

Howling at the stars
Dreaming of his most favorite world
A dream where the path that he wanted unfurled

Chasing the pale moon
'Til the day he cannot roam
When it lovingly calls him back to his home

*****

And there you have it, lol.

[Azia]

O.O I love them both, lol. You really have a great gift. And you said you didn't really like the second one, but I really do. I love things about wolves and such. At the first stanza of the first one, I was in tears...

[Nevermore]

And one more.

*****

Forward March

Now forward march along this path
I tell you all to mind the gap
Crusade for a forgotten cause
Hold in your breath and do not pause
And though they tell us all to stop
We will not sit or beg or hop
For all their filthy heaping lies
With little air to heave our sighs

And so we march to their domain
The source of all the hate and pain
And with torches all ablaze
We will pierce through all of the haze
For while you fortify your walls
The commoners will heed our calls
We'll burn your fabricated flag
That's made from ash and soot and slag
And we'll replace it with our own
That's reminiscent of our home

*****

Wow, I actually got another one done :P

[Azia]

I like it, lol.

[Nevermore]

Alright, blah blah blah, I don't post enough, blah blah blah. Here's a random free verse attempt as I work on my two rhyming ones :P

*****
The Librarian

There were so many books
So many shelves
So many rows
And so many cases
That they towered beyond sight
And stretched in each direction

On those leather-bound spines
Names could be read
The names of the authors
But no two were alike
And try as you might to look
There was never anything
But a name as the title

From between the isles
With a pen in his hand
A smirk on his face
And beauty that would make
Anyone faint
Came a man who carried a book
Under his arm

On the table it was set
Pages flipped to the spot
Where the words were writing freely
Of their own accord
Capturing history
As it unfolded

Then the man
With his hand
Long fingers so deadly
Cut off the words
With scribbles of ink
And controlled the tale
Filling it with hatred
Loss
And sorrow

But he got too greedy
Stepped over the line
With lust in his eyes
He wrote down a word
A single word
The single word
Death

And the sad book glowed
As did the words
The word that he wrote
Was erased and replaced
With those that follow
"You have gone too far!"

So the miserable man
With the pen in his hand
Was thrust out the door
As the gates were shut
For all eternity
Because all the other words
When placed next to Death
Meant nothing at all

*****

Yeah, I don't know when the other two will be done, lol.

[Azia]

I like it Raven. It makes me think...

[Cicero]

Pretty neat. Free verse ftw.

And the sad book glowed
As did the words
The word that was wrote
Was erased and replaced
With those that follow
"You have gone too far!"

Written?

[Nevermore]

Originally Posted by Cicero

Pretty neat. Free verse ftw.



Written?

whoops! actually, it was supposed to have been "he had", lol.

[Cicero]

Originally Posted by Raven

whoops! actually, it was supposed to have been "he had", lol.

Lol, then its still written...

He wrote
He had written

Else it's a double past form...or am I mistaken? I'm pretty confused now. xD

[Nevermore]

Originally Posted by Cicero

Lol, then its still written...

He wrote
He had written

Else it's a double past form...or am I mistaken? I'm pretty confused now. xD

. . . me too . . . I'll figure it out :P

I'll change it to "that he", since I know that can't be wrong, lol