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Old 12-11-2007, 12:46 AM

This poem was inspired by the series Avatar: the Last Air Bender

It was noon when the flag was raised
Before the battle began to rage.
Five youths have waited for this day
And now they stand alone

The one with flame running through his veins
Watched and waited to start this game
Sneaking through the enemy’s terrain
To light the first match

The woman who was not a girl
Since the war had changed her world
Fought like raging rivers that hurled
Her anger upon her enemy

The warrior who was now a man
Had put together this very plan
To infiltrate the enemy’s land
At it’s darkest dawn

The one was solid as the earth
Understood this battle’s worth
Cried out when she felt blood first
And fell into this battle

The leader of this motley crew
Watched as his own anger grew
Called upon all he knew
To rid this world of evil

The five fought for many days
And knew what each of them must pay
To win this battle in any way
To save this world’s people

The five finally became four
Only to loose one more
For her death had shook him to the core
And he left after the battle

The three that stayed
Had many parts to play
To renovate the world they saved
And finally bring it peace

The world will remember the way
The warriors fought to save
The land that laid
Under the flag that noon

Well this one was written before the end of season two, so it was my original idea on how the solar eclipse would go... sorta

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Old 12-12-2007, 06:11 PM

my next poem is one relating to love and romance Called Elysium

close yours eyes
listen to your heart
it's memories sing of time passed
a lifetime within mere seconds
novels in three simple words
our world in one single kiss
eternity in a dream that we
both share
though shadows of fear try to break
the dream and force us away
hold onto to us
to this elysium
this perfect hope
and promise that it will not
disappear
for without it
the world is dark and the dream
is broken
So let your heart listen
to the words of this dream
and close your eyes...


And this one came from a neighbor who decided that music at 12 am was a good idea

Cant beat the Beat

Thumpthumpthump
The sound grows louder
As it vibrates in my head
Causing this massive pain
And making me scream

“Turn that damn music off!”

Yet more of the loud bass
Answers my demand.
So I try to ignore it only to
Have it grow louder.
THUMPTHUMPTHUMP

Pratically crying from the pulsing
In my own head , I finally
Stand up and walk over to the
Door that leads to the source
Of this onslaught of sound
And bang on the door in time
With the beat,

Yet when an amazon of a woman
with curlers in her hair and green
goo covering her face
Answers the door, all the anger
That had built up flowed away
Leaving me meek and in pain
Finding my voice, I ask her

“Could you please turn down your
Sound?”

The door slams in my face
And as I start back to my own
Door, I cant help but realize
That the sound has gotten
louder

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Old 12-12-2007, 06:12 PM

This poem came from all my time taking Latin

Discipulus

The night has fallen as she sits
At her little table
Trying to translate Latin bits
Wishing she was able

To see the difference between sum
And sit or haec and hic
Or even what clause ends in cum
So much it made her sick

All night she tried to read the lines
Of the ancient writing
Until it was finally the time
To see the sun rising

She went to class in fear of when
Her teacher would shout out
To translate all of nine and ten
And what it was about

Each day she questioned why she had
Decided to take Latin
Knowing that it would be so bad
And that this would happen

So she still sat in class each day
Conjugating latin
Trying to find an easy way
For an A to happen



Notes:

Sum and sit - two different forms of the latin verb to be
Haec and hic - two different forms of the word this

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Old 12-12-2007, 10:31 PM

This one was written based on a dear Amy news article

Dear Amy
I have a question
You see that needs to
Be answered truthfully.
My family is rude and my
Kids never listen They all
Do not care about how I feel
Or how what they’re doing is
So mean to me. It does not matter
That it is in fact their own lives
Or that I shouldn’t not get mad
On wedding days simply because
I paid. Yet I am and now I ask for
Justification for my anger. So please
Tell me what I want to hear, that they’re
Rude and mean and shouldn’t do such
Things. But when I finally read your
Answers left for me in print. I cannot
Help but cringe at the way you seem
To portray my feelings as wrong and
Selfish. So instead I’ll go ask dear Abby.

This is one based on miscommunication, written in iambic pentameter

Silence
The words I say will fall on your deaf ears,
Never to convey their truth before they
Return to the emptiness of my soul
Will you ever understand me and set
Me free from who you think I need to be,
Never could I live up to your image
Of a person who bends backwards for all
Of your impossible wants and needs, I
Want to run and leave those lies that you shout
and then you will know how it feels when all
The words you say will fall on my deaf ears



If you look at this one, it's actually supposed to look like a slot machine


The
Slot machine is calling
to me again, begging,
begging to be used and
played with like a cheap
dime store whore over
and over again. Until I
am finally spent. Give
me a spin it says. finally
I give in and pull out a
quarter pop it in and
watch, waiting to win
7- 7-
Yesyesyes YESSS!
7- 7- BAR
I wait for a second and
hope the true tones of
the quarters falling will
fill my ears and pockets
only to realize I’ve won
Nothing
Oh well
I Better
try once
more

 


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