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[spoiler=Far away.]

{Chorus}

I've walked far away,

Farther then anyone in a day,

Walked away from civilization,

Walked away from gods creations.

 

{Sid.}

yeah, Yeah,

Im a traveler, I've been that.

You see me walkn down the street with pants tucked,

And a baseball bat.

Crashin parties, smashin heads,

Walkin away with a loaf of wheat free bread,

And i still feel dat.

 

{Chorus}

I've walked far away,

Farther then anyone in a day,

Walked away from civilization,

Walked away from gods creations.

 

{Sid.}

Been a long day, crossed a lotta ways,

Feeling so much pain i reiterate.

Walkin to my death, feel my own breath,

Just wanna get away.

From all this "hay hay!"

Break. I wanna die, feel the darkness,

Talk to it, feel it, live its heartless.

Its the only thing you'll see left of me,

Cause thats the only thing i've ever been.

 

{Chorus}

I've walked far away,

Farther then anyone in a day,

Walked away from civilization,

Walked away from gods creations.

 

 

 

 

Normally people would comment and critique on poetry...

I'd rather not this time..

Because this time i actually just wrote what was coming from my heart...

And what i wished i was.

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wow it's really good i like it.

[spoiler= sound of night]

The moon high above the darkened sky,

The bats and owls screech their terrible songs,

The dead grass swaying in the dreadfull wind,

My heart beats faster and hader every minate,

Thet say this is the sound of night...it's more like the sound of death,

I've been lost in this dark forest for 2 weeks know,

I'm running away from the beast of the cave,

It's no bear,

It's a nightamre creature that has risen from the gates of he!!...

 

 

well tell me if it's a bit scary or creepy, i just read it to my mom she said it was scary so....lol

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wow it's really good i like it.

[spoiler= sound of night]

The moon high above the darkened sky' date='

The bats and owls screech their terrible songs,

The dead grass swaying in the dreadfull wind,

My heart beats faster and hader every minate,

Thet say this is the sound of night...it's more like the sound of death,

I've been lost in this dark forest for 2 weeks know,

I'm running away from the beast of the cave,

It's no bear,

It's a nightamre creature that has risen from the gates of he!!...

 

 

well tell me if it's a bit scary or creepy, i just read it to my mom she said it was scary so....lol

[/quote']

 

Not really scary, perhaps a bit creepy. I suppose it depends what you think is scary. To me it's long hallways with lots of closed doors...

 

The title is lame, I know. I couldn't think of anything better. This is actually an old poem, and one of my personal favorites.

[spoiler=The Caring Lady]Fun-loving lady of European decent

British, Irish, and Scott nobility

Causes my heart to bring forth a lament

For naught but her bright eyes do I see

Hair of most vibrant reddish-brown

softer than fine Italian silk

Eyes of a green that must win renown

And a voice more soothing than warm milk

She claims she is shy and yet she has friends

A multitude that respect her

Her caring and loving never ends

Her friends are her friends forever

She has style, modesty, and grace

And dreadful is the day when sad is her face

 

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wow it's really good i like it.

[spoiler= sound of night]

The moon high above the darkened sky' date='

The bats and owls screech their terrible songs,

The dead grass swaying in the dreadfull wind,

My heart beats faster and hader every minate,

Thet say this is the sound of night...it's more like the sound of death,

I've been lost in this dark forest for 2 weeks know,

I'm running away from the beast of the cave,

It's no bear,

It's a nightamre creature that has risen from the gates of he!!...

 

 

well tell me if it's a bit scary or creepy, i just read it to my mom she said it was scary so....lol

[/quote']

 

Not really scary, perhaps a bit creepy. I suppose it depends what you think is scary. To me it's long hallways with lots of closed doors...

 

The title is lame, I know. I couldn't think of anything better. This is actually an old poem, and one of my personal favorites.

[spoiler=The Caring Lady]Fun-loving lady of European decent

British, Irish, and Scott nobility

Causes my heart to bring forth a lament

For naught but her bright eyes do I see

Hair of most vibrant reddish-brown

softer than fine Italian silk

Eyes of a green that must win renown

And a voice more soothing than warm milk

She claims she is shy and yet she has friends

A multitude that respect her

Her caring and loving never ends

Her friends are her friends forever

She has style, modesty, and grace

And dreadful is the day when sad is her face

 

 

^_^ what a beautiful poem! It nearly brought a tear to my eye.

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When all else fails,

When the hero has died,

Night stays,

And life cries.

 

What we've done,

Has influenced us forever.

 

The mass murders,

Tyrants reign,

Flames too full,

And no blade to sharp.

 

What we've created,

The mindless allies,

The golden tempting throne,

All in the place of our heart.

 

We've destroyed ourselves,

Made us our destruction,

Now we sit and abide,

Claiming that we've just been hiding.

 

Even though this is true,

Death and destruction remains;

We have to stop it.

 

We are the saviors,

We are the light.

We are the redeemers,

We are the fight.

 

We scorn at the liars,

We laugh at their might.

We live as though we are the only ones left.

We die as though we've done our best.

 

We are the rest.

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[align=center]Cries of anger

Tears of desperation,

Will you be my salvation,

 

My heart is burning,

My mind is yearning,

My soul is fleeting,

Save me please,

Time is wasting,

 

The fire in my eyes,

Is it all a lie,

Why do I scream,

Nobody hears me,

 

When I was young there was hate,

Now i'm older,

The fire burns more,

I'm screaming,

All the screams calling,

Now what do I do,

 

Please is there salvation,

Salvation,

Now where are you,

Judgement calls,

Round the halls,

Salvation be my love,

But where is that love,[/align]

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When all else fails' date='

When the hero has died,

Night stays,

And life cries.

 

What we've done,

Has influenced us forever.

 

The mass murders,

Tyrants reign,

Flames too full,

And no blade to sharp.

 

What we've created,

The mindless allies,

The golden tempting throne,

All in the place of our heart.

 

We've destroyed ourselves,

Made us our destruction,

Now we sit and abide,

Claiming that we've just been hiding.

 

Even though this is true,

Death and destruction remains;

We have to stop it.

 

We are the saviors,

We are the light.

We are the redeemers,

We are the fight.

 

We scorn at the liars,

We laugh at their might.

We live as though we are the only ones left.

We die as though we've done our best.

 

We are the rest.

[/quote']

^_^

[align=center]Cries of anger

Tears of desperation' date='

Will you be my salvation,

 

My heart is burning,

My mind is yearning,

My soul is fleeting,

Save me please,

Time is wasting,

 

The fire in my eyes,

Is it all a lie,

Why do I scream,

Nobody hears me,

 

When I was young there was hate,

Now i'm older,

The fire burns more,

I'm screaming,

All the screams calling,

Now what do I do,

 

Please is there salvation,

Salvation,

Now where are you,

Judgement calls,

Round the halls,

Salvation be my love,

But where is that love,[/align']

 

Well done both of you!

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Not my best work but oh well.

 

Illusions of the mind

By: Jordan bates

 

As I walk down the hallways of my mind,

I can't help but wonder all the time,

What did I do to deserve this?

What is it that I did to you?

 

As the doorways to my memories pass me by,

Dissolving into ashes as they cross my eyes,

I can see the truth hidden in the lies,

But these lies cover up the truth in your eyes.

 

As the floor below me fades away,

I wish the memories would stay.

But as I begin to forget everything,

I hope I will see what the future will bring.

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I really liked that poem, the flow is excellent! :D

 

 

 

 

Im putting this one in my sig:

 

[align=center]Providing light is all i can say.

What would have happened,

If you thought this way?

Simply,

Its illogical.

 

The train of thought in your mind,

Is impossible to kick your behind.

 

You can trick yourself all you want,

Yet shining light on the situation,

Can be the easier then writing,

Bulbous Bouffant.

 

So take a gander,

And listen well,

For what i have to speak,

May make you go through hell.

 

The truth hurts,

And so does light,

But in the darkness,

It shines bright.[/align]

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i agree

[spoiler=Who am i?]

“Who am I”

Who am I,

Am I souse to be evil,

Am I souse good,

Am I the protector or the protected,

Am I leader or the follower,

 

Am I a writer or out of my mind,

Do I have a peropes,

Should I be how I am,

Am I loyal,

Am I a waist of life that was messed up,

Should I be dead,

 

Should I be in love,

These are the hardest questions in life,

I know even know I can even answer half of them,

I guess I don’t know who I am or who I’m suppose to be anymore…

 

 

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As if we've troubled ourselves,

No lie,

As if its from the beginning,

We've survived.

 

So now try,

Try to envision all these lies,

 

All the fake masquerades

The government has put on

Like now we're in a house of fakes.

 

Take off your mask

Raise your fist

Open your eyes

Whisk away the mist

 

Man up

Dont cry when the struggle approaches

Keep yourself defended

Kill the roaches

 

All the little politicians

Who make this world worse

Only keep the true,

Because the truth comes first.

 

Nows the time,

Nows your life.

Now you have the chance to endure the strife.

 

Fix the world

And all its struggles

Your the last hope

Their the last puddle

We're the foot

And your the boot.

 

Kick em in the arse

Kick em till they make a mark

In the asphalt

Because all they are

Is womanly dogs.

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