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Silenia's Poetry
I have decided to post some of my poems. I write quite often, but I rarely post my works online, whether stories or poetry. However, I have now decided to change that. Quite a bit of what I write is in Dutch, some is in English. Seeing as how this is an English-only forum, I will only post the English works.
English is not my native tongue and my spelling tends to be a mixture of British and American English sometimes. Sorry. I am also fairly certain there will be some grammatical and/or spelling errors in my works. I hope to keep them out as much as possible, but if you encounter any, feel free to let me know so that I can fix them. Some of my poetry rhymes, at least as many do not. I appreciate your opinions and critique, but I do prefer it when it is constructive. If you do not like it, fine. Please DO tell me what is wrong with it in your opinion, because I cannot improve if I do not know what I am doing wrong. Much of my poetry is somewhat dark-themed and depressed. I sometimes write that "I" do or think something - this does not necessarily mean that it is truly what I feel, it's rather because often a third-person (he, she, it) does not work. --- The Path She Walks She slowly walks the path that lies ahead of her A path of shadows... Blindfolded by her stubborn hate, she has since long lost the sight of herself She has long forgotten who she once was - who she used to be Not knowing what else to do, unable to see her options, she walks on A path of terror... Deafened by her own cries of war, she is no longer aware of her surroundings Lost in her own past, she starts to fear the unknown future that lies ahead She tries to flee the path she walks, in her fear of the unknown A path of pain... Unable to see, unable to hear, unaware of all but her fear, she stumbles, then harshly falls down, pain taking over control Now she lays down, crumbled, crippled, at the path she used to walk A path of silence... She wants to scream, to yell, to cry out, but not even a whisper passes her lips She is silenced by the terror in her heart She lays down, trembling in fear, while waves of pain go through her body Her path was the path of Death Her heartbeats, irregular and fast, now slow down, her blind eyes wide open Tears roll down her face and she takes her last breath Then everything ends Her path was the path of Death... |
Wow... that was powerful! O-O
Very nicely written. |
Thank you. <3
I wrote it yesterday night. Took me 2 to 3 hours, six full rewrites and some smaller changes, quite some ink and paper... But at least I'm pretty happy with it now. :) Any suggestions? |
No, no suggestions.
I'm very bad with poetry. :) I can't write it to save my life. :sweat: But I love reading other's poetry. |
Another poem, which I wrote yesterday.
War He looks and cries at the sight he sees with his own eyes He listens to the silent screams of dying men, fallen in war He runs through crumbling cities, crosses burning bridges, tries to avoid the falling bombs He sees the final struggle of a woman the last moments of her life He hears the prayers, feels the pleads of children now alone Before his eyes, he sees a river flow a river of human blood He closes his eyes, hides away and covers his ears But his memories still come He fights a lost battle for the war rages... ...inside his head |
A poem at the start of the first chapter of one of my stories. Will probably make little sense unless you read the story - not that it's online at the moment, too little of it is written at the moment - but I'll post it here anyway.
By the tribes in the broken forest By the tears of a million elves By the Gods, by the Goddesses By the power of the rising moon I pray for the future I pray for the past I pray for the humans And I’m awake and know That I will return As you guys can probably guess, the story is fantasy-themed. --- Caught in imagination Sometimes, high can be higher than the highest Low can be lower than the lowest Just imagine... A world without the rules we have Where to die is like to live Where peace is like war Where hate is the same as love Can you imagine? High can be higher than the highest Low can be lower than the lowest Good can be better than the best Just imagine... A world without the rules we have Where life is like death itself Where dreaming is being awake Where resting is like running A world you can't escape Always caught by your own mind Caught in your own mind A world of imagination, is it paradise, is it heaven... or hell? Slightly altered version of one of the first poems I wrote in English. |
@Nice poems i just finished reading them wanna hear a song i wrote for my bf Joe?
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Sarah: Thank you. :)
Yes, although I'd prefer it if you PM it or post it in my charity, because this place gets cluttered up otherwise. |
@Sil okay i will PM it to you.
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Thank you. :)
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@Sil your welcome please tell me what you think? Joe my bf likes it.
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Beautiful poems, Selly :heart:
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I have PMed you back. :)
Thank you, Hime. <3 --- This one is more a song than a poem, but I'll post it anyway. Almost two years old. Journey You said me you had ended your journey, You were on your way home, on your way home back to the place where you were born ’n raised The place where it all started for you When you came home, was it still like you remembered Or was it changed, did you change? You missed your hometown when you weren’t there But when you were back you missed the woods and plains, The rivers and lakes and the seven seas I know you would have never thought you would start hating your own home but you did… And your friends and family, You cared about them, loved them and missed them But when you came back they seemed to be so annoying and stupid and so proud of things that were done and invented long before they were even born But which they considered as their own I know you once loved them and I know they didn’t change. You changed, more than you realized. You went on a journey for years Learned so much about the world around you, about its history, its mysteries, other cultures. You learned how to fight, how to be, how to see But only back home, you really opened your eyes our town had become too small for you... |
@Sil okay thanks :heart:
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Possibly the darkest poem I've ever written. Translation from its original version, which was in Dutch.
I’m falling Seized by the darkness Caught by shadows My ghastly screams deafened by the silence No one to catch me No one to rescue me Only safe when I’m alone Lonely and alone… I fight I am still resisting Fighting for freedom Finally I escape I flee, back into the world but the light blinds me the warmth scorches me Too long in the darkness and cold No one to catch me No one to rescue me Only safe when I’m alone Lonely and alone… I was gone for too long, Pain, cold and darkness have changed me Now I no longer fit in this world I am too different Forever lonely and alone No one to help me No one understands me No longer safe… I am too different, a threat Fleeing from others – those who could’ve helped I need to flee, to run before it is too late I flee again, blinded scorched by the pain But I keep going on, seeking Rest and safety I’m falling… Again I’m seized by the darkness chained by shadows Too weak to fight… Too strong to give up Chained in darkness, since long blind Wounded and scorched The darkness slowly weakens me The silence sounds like deafening screams Fallen, unsafe, attacked Hated, feared by them Pain, hate, fear and distress Burnt, scorched, blackened by the fire Weak and wounded I stand staggering Trying to escape to get away from my dark prison Until I realize that it is me Caught in myself One more time I fight, this time against myself Slowly I get wounded I bleed but I won’t give up until I am defeated Then slowly I collapse Only a single thought remains I am free… |
Woah...O.o .....all of these are excellent Silenia! 8D
I can definitely see the emotion in each of these poems. They all really got me. >< Keep it up! |
Thanks a lot. <3
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