PlaneShift
Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Poetry, Comedy, and other. => Topic started by: DepthBlade on November 20, 2004, 03:41:09 pm
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Bah lets hear some poems to involve relations between players, guild themes etc..
Bah i was just hanging out and this popped in my head and I wish I could finish it but I can\'t...It instantly makes me think of a Cabali spy :P
I Rise
I Rise
Only to see my enemies eyes
Closer an Closer
They approach in disguise
Weilding my trust
as their victory prize
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It rhymes! thats always good!. Im not a poetic type of person, so my opinion doesnt really count, but i like it. better than the crap i had to read and analyze in comp 2 last year... ugh...
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When the broken bond is mended
And the darkness meets the night
When Anger turns to friendship
And weakness into might
The lands that have been split asunder
shall been born again afresh
The magicks of the essence
Shall once again be free.
Ps. Poetry doesnt universally have to rhyme, its the content that is important.
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Well it\'s old... and can be found in Kada\'s tavern (http://tavern.blueglyph.net/modules.php?name=Forums&file=viewtopic&t=407), but I\'ll post anyway.
Me\'a en\' palurin waane
Ta tinta ten\'oio olvanne
Huine tule, ta naa sinome ten\' lakilea
Ta nuquernuva e\' agar dagora me\'a
Ve\' mor\'loki, ya naa en\' noldora
Lye pelektuva sen yassen poldora
Ron rustuva n\'ala vallye
Ron naaruva e\' ruinealye
Ve\' me\'urramyara tuulo\' lumboie
Lye dagoruva sen yassen vallye
A\' gurtha, a\' tela, lye ilondeuve
Lye nuquernuve poldora en\' aure
Amin dagora ten\' ndoramin
Yassen megure en\' amin
Amin nuquernuva ilya en\' gotheamin
Tintil llie amadar! Tintil n\'ala valamin
Coiasira en\' gorgorath tule
Amin, \'ksheru creosuva dome
Llia lasta, kallor, nim\'ohtaro ar\' vakhaor
Lumboie tulova a\' sina meenaor
Yeah, it\'s in sindarin...
- Swords
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Shadow by day,
Shadow by night.
He fights for what he
Thinks is right.
Burdens clinging to his body,
Clinging to his soul.
He is not a partial man,
But neither is a whole.
Heavy suit of metal,
Heavy blade of steel.
Fighting ghouls and goblins,
For little more than a meal.
For he is a knight.
That is his duty.
He must complete his royal tasks,
without being moody.
Dreams filled with doom,
Dreams filled with dread.
He dreams of the slew,
He dreams of the dead.
This is what it costs
To live a life of glory.
For little more than a few gold coins
And a long-forgotten story.
-I wrote this in 5 minutes, just for fun. It doesn\'t really have a meaning, just the so-called \"true life\" of a Paladin.
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Sword and thunder
was strong as he.
Falsely accused
just as thee.
Sword and thunder
was strong as he.
Falsely accused
just like me...
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There is no evil.
There is no good.
Where shadows have walked,
And light has stood.
Order and chaos,
They are the same.
The laws were all lined up,
When the winds came.
Future and past,
Circles or lines.
The future is hungry,
As the past dines.
Is life the begining,
Or death the end?
The way must be followed,
Through hill rock or bend.
Justice or vengence,
Which will you choose.
For one to succeed,
The other must lose.
Go back or forward,
On the path I must take.
The choice under the moon,
To forgive or forsake?
*OOC* This is how my character is forced to view the world.
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Wow, that\'s nice... I must counterattack!
Rusted helm,
Bloodstained blade.
It is not an army
It\'s more like a parade.
Deathening warcries,
Loud shouts hate.
Will they end the war
Before it\'s too late?
They fight for honour,
For vengeance, for peace.
In hopes that this dreaded
Bloodshed will cease.
Breastplates of silver,
Gauntlets of gold.
They fight for the young,
As well as the old.
They wield their swords
With all of their might,
They do it for justice,
For peace and for light.
They fight to the end
On the frontline.
They fight until everything
Is alright; and is fine.
OOC: Just another poem about knights in shiny armour... This one is better, and is more focused on all the knights, rather than one single one.
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Marching through the wave of battle,
He pushes and forces on.
With a soul forged in the heart of the battle,
His arm and sword are one.
The memories of a life long passed,
All hacked up and destroyed.
The focus of his life is now,
His thoughts are in the blade.
The battles over and he stands alone,
Feeling alive once more.
His body stood against the tide,
His clothes are caked in gore.
Its morning now,
The boy wakes up.
Mind reeling from the dream,
A dream of life and days to come.
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Bardialus, the first two stansas don\'t rhyme... If they were supposed to... And neither does the last... I don\'t understand the last stansa... :S
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most great poems hardly rhyme or don\'t rhyme at all. Some rhymes don\'t have to be spelled out, sometimes the ideas can rhyme.
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Very true, although I don\'t think what you stated was his intention...
EDIT: Another poem! This one does not rhyme.
When darkness falls, the day is done. The sky turns black, as if painted by a giant artist. The moon is a blotch of unintentional white paint, carelessly spilled on the masterpiece.
The stars; little clumps of gas. They are perfectly portrayed in the portrait; dots of yellow, blue, and white. They are the light at the end of a dark tunnel;they are saviours.
What about the planets? Nine humongous spheres hovering high above the Earth; suspended. Isolated. They are lonely giants stuck deep in the past. They are shrouded with mystery.
The crickets singing. A choir of odd children, singing a very strange foreign song; beautiful, but strange.
And what about me? An insignifigant speck. A small pawn on the chessboard. Sharing the same purpose and goal as my superiors, yet fulfilling it in a different way. I am a Dwarf. I am Eitri.
Heeheehee. Bjorn-2 Under The Moon-1
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The lines have been drawn, Bjorn.
\'Old warrior fading\'
He sits there watching the world go by
The years pass more swiftly, as does his time
The stars are fading behind deep clouds
The glimmer is fading from his eyes
His sword is tarnished from an age of dust
His mind is fogged with memories lost
The tree from his youth has now grown tall
All his friends, save one, have fallen to shade
They talk together long into the night
Watching the wispy cobwebs drift over the hearth
He is tired now and slips into sleep
The fire\'s light dims and expires
His only friend fades with the light
Shadows can not live in the dark
I am also prepared to counter with \'Last Gate\'...Your move...if you dare...
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Emerging from the clouds
With grace like the wind
The golden serpent flies again.
The beast rears, challenges the sun
And lifts further to embrace the light.
Bringer of life
Meets the taker of souls
With a dance of life.
The gift is given,
And the union of one
Lights the sky
With a brilliance
That will block the stars.
Now my soul, is fuelled by the fire,
The engulfing flames
Push and force me on.
Most of the poetry I write is metaphorical. If you read it and think about what Ive written, the last stansa on the last poem I posted was explaining that the poem is a dream that a boy is having that he thinks his life is going to become.
Besides if all poetry rhymed it would be pretty monotonous, as all poems would have the same rhythm!
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Heres my current \'baby\' project. I know some of it might not make sense to a few people, hell it sometimes doesnt make sense to me when I write it....please dont pick it to pieces too much, just read it and see what you think to the idea?
Upon the land of distant dreams,
within the veil of time
Rests a tale of things long gone
To which the ending was unforseen.
When the realms of men were made,
Throughout the scattered stars.
The magic of the universe
Was placed within our hearts.
We flew, we shaped,
We moved mountains with our minds.
We created a place with sun and songs of joy,
A land where people lived and breathed
A place with mountain tops, fields and seas.
As the sun warmed the sky
And with it brought life
We gathered the clouds in the air.
The land we had made was paradise
But soon our numbers became too large
We sought out lands within our minds
And sent our thoughts afar
Whilst the way to travel there
Was buried in the stars.
Those distant lands were found and claimed
By whoever saw them first
Giant balls of mud and stone
Planets they were called
We used the magic in our hearts
To keep us safe from harm.
As we travelled through the cosmos
On a journey, long and far.
Many lights we saw stream by
Blinking as they passed.
We glimpsed galaxies evolving
And were awed by space so vast.
We found the place we would call home
We built our homes
We shaped our sky
And called the land our own.
To bless the earth we lived upon
We granted the soil the gift of our hearts
We cast our magic into everything
And with it created all our souls.
With our magic gone
Yet in everything around
We truly began to understand
The power of that bond
The breaking of the next days dawn
Brought with it a gift
A spectacle of beauty
That made our new souls lift
It was the magic we had given
Flowing with the land
With this wondrous thing before us
We felt our hearts being blessed
When the days warm breeze
Lifted the mist into the air
We knew then
That the magic around us
Would always surround us
From then till the end of all time
From that moment on
We studied our home
Learned to use the magic that it held.
The lore of the plants
And songs of the birds
Were some of the things that we learned
For they were our health and our guides.
We travelled the earth
Reading the sun like the birds
Listening to the wind
As it sang its sweet enchantment.
We built cities of stone
With magic of the land
Our knowledge we shared
Drawing endless maps of our roads.
We watched and were awed
By the beauty of life
Carrying a feeling of praise
We waited
Whilst life was being created through the world.
Our bond with the land, was seen each day
When the sun warmed the night from our hearts
We would gather our things
And start each day afresh
Collecting our food and our lore
We walked through the land
Watching it grow
Helping wherever we could
A long time passed our world
Before we discovered a creature
We would later call man
Standing before us
Its eyes lifted towards us
We heard what it had to say
?Oh great golden beings
Oh gods of the land
Teach us the lore of the past?
We were touched by its plea
And the fact that it thought
We were the gods of the earth
?Creature before us
Listen and heed us
For the gods that you seek are all around
The soil upon which you walk
The air you breathe
The sky you see
The rocks with which you build
Have faith in the land
And stay true to yourself
And we shall endeavour to teach you our lore?
?But first we must know
Your true hearts intent
For we shall never create harm for the land
?Well glorious beings
Leave me henceforth
And allow me to show my true self
I will care for the land
And grow what I need
So that I survive so you may teach me?
?We shall return in a year of our time
To see how you fare, if you still live
And hold the land dear
We will gladly teach you our craft
We will give you a name
For all to know you by
We will see you again
The creature ever known as hu-man
?And man I shall be
From this day till then
I will study my land
And see in a year what I learn?
Onwards we travelled
Towards our cities of stone
Carrying the knowledge we had gathered
In the tomes of our minds
From the gates of our wondrous home
We called our people to come
The courtyard filled with eyes brightened by happiness
When we shared how the world had grown
When we spoke of the creature called Hu-man
A sigh filled with hope passed our lips
We explained its request
And spoke of its test
Describing what we hoped we would find
?if the creature does pass
And chooses to learn
Who will help us guide it??
?I? said a voice through the thrum of the crowd
?And I? from the balcony followed a shout
Soon our whole people had offered their aid
We began planning and watching the days.
When the day came for us to travel again,
We threw on our cloaks
And set forth.
We opened our gates
And gazed at the world
And took up our place in the land
Our feet ate the miles
As our eyes read the sky
Searching to learn something new
With our minds cast in front
And our hearts left behind
We were astonished by what we found
The creature called Hu-man had survived
Hopes filled our thoughts
When we saw how it fared
For its love for the land was inspiring
Fields of fresh crops filled the valley beneath
And the scent of harvest filled the air
The bushels of wheat flowed with the breeze
And a wave moved the corn like a sea
A bond had been made
Between it and the land
The test we placed so long ago
Had been surpassed by more than we thought
?Hail golden beings?
Came a shout from the fields
As the creature called Hu-man appeared.
His quest had been hard
He showed signs of great age
A curious thing we learnt that day
?More than a year, but I knew you would come
In return for my respect of the land.
Many moons passed, yet I prayed for the sign
That you would return to teach me your lore?
?A year has just passed
To our eyes at least
Within our cities of stone
Time flows with the breeze
Hu-man you have shown
Your worth and your word
Our test you have passed
Our knowledge is your own?
He embraced us as kin
We responded in kind
We saw the story of his life
Held within his mind.
We bade him to drink
From a pouch of our wine
The years withdrew from his face
As youth filled the lines
?Oh brethren of mine
What magic is this?
What must I do
To show thanks for this gift?
?It is a gift from our hearts
And a gift from the land
It is the bond that you made with your soul
It is your link to the well of the Source
Your teaching began when you gave your request
Look what you learned from the earth!
Come we must go
For more brethren await and we all have something to teach you?
Backwards we travelled
Down our well trodden roads
Sharing our thoughts
Teaching Hu-man our lore
We would stop and take rest
As Hu-man practised the art
Or trying to create the bond with the soul
We would focus our thoughts
To the well of the source
And use it to strengthen our bonds
With our minds held as one
We could show through our eyes
The things, which had forged
And had shaped us
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En Garde\'!
The Inner Beast
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It hides in shadows, awaiting it\'s pray.
Lurking anywhere; the belly of a Wiseman,
The stomache of a king.
With it\'s terrible flesh-tearing claws and deafening cry,
It shall slay the unaware.
Years of waiting, hatred and loathing, reflect in it\'s ugly eyes, pupils as big as oranges; hiding in the dark.
It knows you are afraid. It knows you are scared; it is the ugly beast in every man; greed, hatred, jealousy, envy, loathing, annoyance and arrogance. Every man is a beast.
It feasts on all that is good. It is made of pure evil; no solid elements. It drives the weary to insanity, while those who are aware of it are doomed to wrestle with it until the end of eternity. You shall be afraid.
Every man is a beast; these five words are true. It does not matter the race or religion, for every man is a beast.
You cannot hide, for it is everywhere. It is in every man. Every child. It is chained hand and foot to a wall, and is forced to see humanity not through it\'s own eyes, but in a glass window; it sees you, though.
Every man... every man... every single man... It cannot be bested, for it is every man...
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A poem. Yes, the evil man in the poem would be Efflixi Aduro. Please tell me if its good im not good at telling good peotry from bad. And I wrote it in like 3 mins any ways. All my english teachers since seventh grade have asked me to perform my poems at \"art night\" cuz im supposedly good. I dont know... I dont know im not really into poems but why waste good talent huh? :)
A dark man stands before me
Killing anyone who resists him
and spares the innocent
A killer is before me
Killing warriors of his enemy
Killing my father
And there I stand crying
Faceing his cold eyes
Faceing my fathers eyes, empty
Why dose he not strike me?
An evil man such as this
Shouldn\'t he kill all there is?
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Words are cheap, thoughts are priceless.Last Gate
Follow the river
up the stream
smooth as crystal tears
the guardians wait
shadows of life
on the brilliant shore
eyeless
soulless
paridise waits
past the darkness
through the living gate
they wait
shadows of light
enter the darkness
soundless whispers
echo the silence
before the gate
the shadows wait
hear the screams
of the silent guardians
walk past
don\'t look
don\'t hear
the sirens are calling
turn away
Next I will flog you with \'The Last She Saw\'
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Ya arent the poems supp be ps related....
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\'The Path I Must Take\' is my character\'s view of the world.
\'Old Warrior Fading\' is self explanatory.
\'Last Gate\' is about the journey to the Death Realm, or at least the entrance.
\'The Last She Saw\' will be about the last fighter on a bloody field of battle.
Wow, I\'m just filled with happy thoughts aren\'t I.
I don\'t know what Bjorn is blithering about. :rolleyes:
And Bardialus, his poem is good, but way out there. Knowing humans, it can\'t end well.
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Originally posted by Under the moon
I don\'t know what Bjorn is blithering about. :rolleyes:
And neither do I. I thought it sounded kinda cool though...
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Originally posted by Under the moon
And Bardialus, his poem is good, but way out there. Knowing humans, it can\'t end well.
As this is RP poetry and we are bassed in a place called Planeshift, I wrote a poem about the start to an adventure my friends and I undertook a long time ago.
And it didnt, it took a long time to sort out.!!! Humans!!
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steuben\'s epitath
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i once swore an oath
spake in an elder tongue
one old in the youth of the sun
i sealed in with iron
the only magic it will take
a bond no god can break
i did what was expected
i picked up my tools again
soon my oath, became my bane
i left what i knew
i left my home
i was impelled to roam
i drew my learned skills
i forged my blade
crafted with the best of my trade
i took it with me
used it as i must
but other things i did trust
i was driven forward
i am no knight
driven forward without respite
forward i moved
i faced the challenges of men
met with my skill and ken
against fanatastic beasts
i stood in many a misty moor
i stood covered in burning ichor
i spoke with gods
wrestled with their wisdom and wit
i continued unable submit
these i did not for glory
i worked not for fame
nor for title to claim
i went forth once more
i had no choice
the oath spoke through my voice
perhaps i would have gone
merely because it was right
to aide another\'s plight
i went forward with all my skills
i went forward with my blade
i went forward to aid
this last time i met my match
stood with my equal in guile
facing this my last trial
my strength was equalled
blade against blade did we batter
with the last blow did they shatter
yet we continued
we fought with hilt and shard
we continued our bodies marred
in the end we delivered the final blow
the end of this trial is met
i see my end with little regret
my curse is lifted
my actions it no longer binds
against my will no longer grinds
so here i lay
i draw my last breaths
finally able to rest
simply free
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the smith\'s first lesson
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gold, its yellow glow
silver, its white radiance
tin, its blue shine
lead, its grey gleam
but iron, black iron
but iron, cold iron
but iron, dull iron
master of them all