YCM Poetry Corner...

[Dad]

Until I See Your Faces

 

Dust to dust

ashes to ashes.

My brothers,

both lost to a cruel,

and evil world.

Wouldn't think it could happen,

no, not to me.

Though I was safe,

from harm and loss.

God taught me the hard way,

friends aren't here to remain.

It's Heaven, to Earth, to Heaven,

or bust.

 

I turned my back on the world,

and it gave me what I deserved.

An awakening shot to the face

and I felt I did nothing to deserve

such punishment.

Show me where it hurts

and I'll make worse.

Shoot first mentality,

dieing by friendly fire.

I suppose this my attempt

at some sort of, strange

distorted, apology. Forgive me brother,

and brother. I took your lives,

for granted. Like a mother who

brings a child to life, only to hear them scream.

It still hurts, but by God, I'll make it through

this tarnished world.

 

That is, until I see your faces, on the other side.

 

R.I.P.

 

This was created and written by me.

[Nathanael D. Striker]

Until Peace Reigns

 

Until Peace Reigns, war will engulf YCM like a Tornado engulfs a house.

Until Peace Reigns, friends will fight each other to no end.

Until Peace Reigns, no one is safe.

Until Peace Reigns, light shall be no more.

[Spirit of DMG]

He loved her, she said she loved him.

Why, then. would she hurt him so?

To leave him as she did,

To live without her touch.

Missing her, longing for her.

The memories they share,

Always with him, never leaving him.

He can not escape the sadness he feels,

Wanting her to accept him back.

But she won't. She can't.

She has found another.

To happen so quickly,

As though the two never were.

She has moved on,

Smiling, laughing, with another.

He still holds on, clinging to hope

That they may one day be back together.

The Demon fighting the Angel,

The Arch Angel.

As sadness turns to rage,

The Demon grabs his knife,

The elaborate dragon-tooth blade.

The Arch Angel carries on.

He takes her, makes her his own.

As though she was always his.

As rage turns to hatred,

The Demon stalks in the night,

Hunting, searching, focus intent,

Intentions selfish, but for the best.

To return his peace of mind,

Prevent the misplaced aggression

He knows is coming.

The prey is in sight,

The Demon attacks the Arch Angel.

If the Demon slays the Arch Angel,

She will never take him back.

He would be a murderer, killing her love.

If he fails, he will die, the Arch Angel taking

His life, and the girl he loves.

But then he will be at peace.

As blood leaves his body,

The Demons rage leaves with it.

His body falling before the Arch Angel,

The Demon can be at peace.

[Bassa]

I will add them tommorrow.

[Yang Xiao-Long]

I apparently like to make impromptu poems so here's another lol

 

[align=center]Nobody's perfect, we know that.

Nothing can change that, that's common sense.

All in all, just be who you are.

 

Because nobody can change who you are,

and because we all know that that's common sense,

just live and be yourself.[/align]

[Bassa]

That s a nice poem...

[Yang Xiao-Long]

Here's another poem for the collection.

 

 

[align=center]

I look over the edge of the tower;

I see the little dots of the people wandering the streets.

I see the cars following their path like ants of a hill.

I see the cobblestone path under the blue-stone lights.

I see the sunlight shining off the windows.

Do you see these wonderous things?

 

The lights are truly beautiful.[/align]

[Nathanael D. Striker]

Chaos reigns in the dead of night.

When there is not a trace of light.

Darkness and light will fight.

Yet, Chaos reigns in the dead of night

[Bassa]

Everyone added. I have made so every person has here own sort of Library.

[The Sacred Ninja]

Yet to see Haiku

They're easy, I must inform.

Like this one, you see?

[Bassa]

What? Me no understand?

[RickiMinaj]

Penance, from 1 man to 2

I can see Penance coming for you

You shouldn't have broken it

No that wasn't good for you

And here comes Penance

Right out of the blue

 

Penance, some say it strikes dead

I say, leave when you're ahead

Don't stay back, waiting for them to catch up

What are you, retarded? Cause mumblings all you said

Grow a pair you loser!

And run before your dead

 

Some say you would do that

Siting back like a rotten fat

Well get your sorry but up and run

Because Penance makes even the fat flat

And I know you don't want to be at the bottom end

That's right, bottom end with that creepy cat

 

And all you did was break that damn vase

And now your screwed all the way to 3rd base

And no, I can't help you, cause I don't want to

Plus your mean, and your from a cruel race

And all because of Penance

You die without a trace

 

 

haha, I hope you guys like it ^^ It was fun to right, and it's a tad forced in the rhyming, but I don't care. It was just really fun to write :3

[Kuri]

Some say that the glass is half empty,

while others say its half full.

Truely the glass is just two times

the size it needs to be.

 

What do you think?

[Hungry Panda]

Life,

is it all a dream?

It hurts a ton.

when you lose a loved one.

 

It gives you purpose

when you feel lost

but then again

there is a great cost.

 

Death is the awakining,

slow and strong,

The day passes by.

lonely and long.

 

Life.

we shall never no the purpose.

never be any answer.

Life.

[Skarlet]

Casualty By Skarlet

 

He stands shaken in lonely places

Mind marching through memories

Through far from forgotten faces

In tears he falls, falls to knees

 

So close he'd nearly made it back

Collapsing under wrenching weight

His heart the soldiers heavy pack

Now he's wounded, and it's too late

 

Red runs from his wrists

A silent, sanguine symphony

But a conscript that love enlists

Now lays a corpse, affection free, This is me

 

Her killing kiss the bullet

Her last goodbye the Knife

Drown not in red regret

I'll lay down arms, surrender life

[Dark Lightning]

If my Time was Endless

 

If my time was endless, I'd watch the sunrise ever morning, I'd stare at the sky, so blue.

I'd share no thoughts of what I thought about you.

 

 

If my time was endless, I'd treasure forever what I was lucky enough to hold, I wouldn't age, but oh the stories I would have told.

 

If my time was endless, I'd chat with you forever, and, oh how our friendship would bloom, we'd chat about the little things we made up, me and you.

 

If my time was endless we'd watch the stars at night, your hand, holding mine, how it would always feel so right.

 

But alas, my time is not endless. My soul is quickly fading, these things just don't happen, oh, and I'm much too shy, I let the small things go by, and you will never know how I truly feel about you.

[Blake]

I'll contribute.

 

 

Oh, Humanity

Oh Humanity, what is your aim?

To yourself, you bring all sorts of shame.

Blame all you want, it does no good,

But maybe you are just misunderstood.

A being on danger and conflict,

To emotion, you are such an addict.

Life and Death; Love and Hate;

These are the things we cannot create.

Our happiness and misery abound,

But is that all that is around?

Are we demon with fork, or angel with horn?

Or maybe we are something to adorn?

Fallen from High, seduced down to Earth.

Cursed we are, from the moment of birth.

Life and Liberty are what we were given,

But are they kept 'til the moment we're quiverin'?

This thing called man, it needs to resound,

For such potential is to be found.

Raise your voice, shout it out.

Become what you are, without a doubt.

Ruthless and angry, they fight a fight,

Man will live to see another night.

But is he doing what he should?

Is it really all he could?

Did he leave agood footprint?

Or maybe he left a horrid dent.

Through it all, he rises and falls,

Yet mankind has many dolls.

Useless and placid, they have no view.

Are you one of their crew?

 

Tainted Black

A Sinner am I, fallen from high.

An Angel am I, who lost his wings.

A Liar am I, seeking the truth.

A Victim am I, of my own greed.

An Addict am I, of this sin seemingly sweet.

A Talker am I, of the things I do.

An Idiot am I, for I hurt those near me.

An Oddity am I, for I abhor myself

A New Being am I, stains to be taken away

[Yang Xiao-Long]

As I dream, I find myself up high.

I look all around, and all I can see are the impossibly high clouds of possibility.

 

I can't help but smile as I keep on dreaming.

From seas of unending smiles to the

metropolitan cities of bright lights.

 

I dream of high places

From mountains of passable barriers to the

tremendously powerful volcanic dreams.

 

Come on and fly,

what impossible things can you find as you fly with the the light of possibility?

[SmileyGuy]

SUPER WALLY

 

There once was a man

His ambitions were few

His name was Charles Walliam

And he didn't know what to do.

 

One day Charles was lying in bed

A brainwave gave him a stun

"I WILL BE SUPER WALLY!"

And his 'heroic' acts begun.

 

He tried to beat up a rock,

And he tried to stop a train.

When he was discharged from hospital

He tried to catch a plane.

 

One day Wally was walking

He came to an abrupt stop

In front of Evil Inc, a building

That lay next to a tea shop.

 

Wally walked inside

And saw an evil-looking guy

With pencil-black hair

And a chip in his left eye

 

"I am Master Villain"

said the guy, in Wally's face.

And thus ends the poem,

As I've ran out of space

[Anti-Apocryphal]

One Day...

..in a summer breeze,

I got down on my knees.

The sun was beaming down,

Which never ever gave me a frown.

 

And I prayed real hard,

For something close to my heart.

I then felt a big rush,

Which soon quieted with a hush.

 

I finally opened up my eyes,

And saw the clear blue skies.

Then I got up and slowly walked away,

Saying to myself a silent hurray.

[Yang Xiao-Long]

These are the Times...

 

These are the times

when the dew dries from the window,

only to come back a next morn.

 

These are the times

when the light undulates in smiles,

only to say hello to all.

 

These are the times

when the little things outweigh those grand kings,

only to be forgotten like dust underfoot.

 

These are the times

when the sun says goodbye,

only to return smiling to all.

 

These are the times

when tears fall like rain,

only to be dried by a friend of the heart.

 

These are the times

when rainbows form life's lyrics,

only to be forgotten like the mist on the window.

[chedbonlahor]

Here is a poem I wrote about a friend and have not shown to him. He went to uni and his mum got diagnosed with cancer while he was at uni. She was in dubai and he was withe me at uni, he couldn't do a thing so, it was a depressing time and I wrote this for him:

 

Tom

 

Pt.1

 

A boy and his mother are overlooking a lake

Together; the time has come.

 

They approach a small boat moored purposefully,

They play see-saw together.

 

Each breath, every step all movements are

Bound; around their counterpoint.

 

The boy is shaking now his mother’s arm falls like a

Jigsaw; about each other, she shakes as he does.

 

The boy steps into the empty new world of the boat

Alone; he turns and sees the tears of his mother fall,

 

His eyes too give way,

the patter of his pain hits the coarse belly of the boat.

 

Together they stand abject, distraught, alone

Together they stand their hearts and mind in union.

 

The boy feels at peace.

 

 

Pt.2

 

The boy waves to all that he is, as he

Kicks; his was from the shore towards his tomorrow.

 

The distance between the boy and his mother grows, a dark force

Grips; his heart cold.

 

His mother too shivers, trembling,

as the moist droplets on her cheeks freeze over.

 

Their pain is shared, together each one can feel the

Other; transcending touch, they grow warm in each other.

 

The boy converts the air to strength, shoulders poised, chest thrust outward,

He stands at his tallest.

 

The man turns and witnesses the faint sight of his

Beloved; slumped onto her knees pain twisting through her.

 

A vicious mist sets and envelops her body,

She is gone.

 

Alone she falls distraught, abject,

Alone he stands their hearts and minds apart.

 

The boy feels nothing.

The boy is completely alone.

[Ecoboy1324]

The Muses have been kind to us,

Granting upon to us common urchins,

The privilege of knowledge and the freedom to seek it.

 

The Muses are kind to us,

For they built this sacred shrine,

This shrine to thought,

This shrine to intellect,

This shrine to reason.

 

The Muses have been kind to us,

as her representatives show,

for we call them professors,

and through there words we shall grow.

 

But we have defiled the Muses,

Set fire to her will,

through our greed and corruption we have fallen,

though our laziness we have fallen out of her grace.

 

The Muses have been kind to us,

And we have been cruel to her,

We have allowed intolerance to fester, Pride to diminish,

We Have Fallen, Like a king we have fallen.

 

We have defiled this sacred place,

Leaving it to rot, Cutting away at its carcass,

 

We have defiled this sacred place,

and for that we have payed a hefty sum,

 

But there is is still time for us,

to start respecting this gift again,

 

Go forth my friends and preach this message,

To all you can inspire,

 

LONG LIVE THE MUSES LONG LIVE THIS SACRED SHRINE!!!!!!

[MortalKombatSmoke]

A few old ones I wrote:

 

[spoiler=Incompetence of man:]

Death, inescapable

Nay! essential!

Blood drips from every being

New life comes and goes,

A heart stops in a Celebrity

the world weeps.

A heart stops in one man

His world weeps.

 

For shame the underestimating life.

For qua the death of a lover.

For man does thou take in every moment!?

NAY! Man doth not!

 

Life, unappreciated

Nay! unnoticed

Man goes on,

Unappreciative with what he has.

Man does not notice death,

And death does not weep for man when his time comes.

 

 

[spoiler=Blood]

Blood, a never ending flow

Through out veins it stays

Through our heart it pumps.

It brings life,

Blood brings happiness

It causes you to live.

It allows love to come

It also causes you to go.

War sheds blood

of the innocent

of the peaceful

of the guilty

of the strong.

Blood is good.

Draining it is not

A curse lay on man

who drain each others

of painful success

of pleasurable depression.

A curse of proud death

A curse of ungrateful life

Of the little thing blood is the biggest

Of the little things blood is misunderstood

It should be a glorious thing.

But man has changed it.

The first blood spilled in a battle,

The blood of a wavering teen

The good can come out of it

Is nothing except pain

We have our excuses,

Our cry's for war.

Our chants for peace,

but whats it all for?

Blood, a never ending flow

until man ends it

let Armageddon grow...

 

 

and my favorite...

 

[spoiler=knock knock]

My heart is sunk in a river of tears,

A knock went on my heart door.

One that felt familiar to my ears.

Maybe it can lift me up

from this river of tears.

But a wall stops me.

A wall full of evil

A wall full of untrust

A wall full of lies.

It is not supposed to be here

I was wrong.

I can't get through.

The knocking wouldn't stop.

I still sit here behind the wall.

the knocking is pain to my ears.

Knowing I can't go there,

Knowing I must sit here.

Knowing that I will be here

With the endless knocking on my Heart door.

[CrystalCyae]

Are these real, or are these Lies?

 

As the sun rose between the trees

I toss and turn in nightmared sleep

The haunting faces, the delighted cries

Are these real, or are these lies?

 

I wake in shock, eyes wide open

My dream still vivid in my mind

The flickering flames, the rushing water

Are these real, or are these lies?

 

As I get dressed, I wonder aloud

“What are the meanings of these dreams?

Those sunny days, those moonlit nights”

Are these real, or are these lies?

 

I eat my cereal in silence

Still scared after countless times

The falling snow, the burning heat

Are these real, or are these lies?

 

School goes by without my notice

School is nothing compared to fear

The vibrant grass, the sandy deserts

Are these real, or are these lies?

 

The computer is my home

The only place I can hide

The shining colors, the dim shades

Are these real, or are these lies?

 

Dinner is here, and just in time

Hunger has almost surpassed my fear

Those delicious tastes, those rotten smells

Are these real, or are these lies?

 

Time is now, time for sleep

But I’m too scared to try

Those smooth plains, those rough things

Are these real, or are these lies?

 

Some weird poem about opposites