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Fan Area => Roleplaying (Communitive Storywriting) => Poetry, Comedy, and other. => Topic started by: Vladamir on January 21, 2003, 11:30:11 am

Title: A poem for your reading pleasure.
Post by: Vladamir on January 21, 2003, 11:30:11 am

Open your mind while I express the unexplainable, so that you too may feel my pain.


Neverlong-

Never will I see your face,
Never again will I see this place,
Too long had this been delayed,
Too long has this upon me weighed.
Last night I began to pray,
To not allow my soul to stray,
But it was too late,
For I had already approached the gate,
I stood within the judgement hall,
Might I stand or would I fall,
Tears of blood stained my face,
As I fled from that place,
Into the depths I fall,
Forever within to dwell.



Vlad

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Post by: Vladamir on January 22, 2003, 07:13:09 pm

Oy, I guess this bunch into much into the poetry eh?  Well that\'s ok I\'ll give you even more until you like it! Just as soon as I finish this one I\'m working on.

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Post by: kyalin on January 22, 2003, 11:12:10 pm

Ooooooo, thats really good. Im a bit of a poet myself, not so great at it though...thats really good though. Keep it up!  :D

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Post by: Vladamir on January 23, 2003, 09:57:10 am

Well thank you.  And don\'t worry about me keeping it up, I believe I\'ll be sticking another poem up here today.

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Post by: kyalin on January 23, 2003, 07:10:24 pm

Im looking forward to it already!  :D

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Post by: Vladamir on January 23, 2003, 08:07:35 pm

Well here ya are.  Go crazy!


Silent Warriors


Silent warriors
Wandering aimlessly through the night.
Seeking love but finding naught
So forever they torment those
Who have what they cannot.
At long last eternal peace they shall recieve.
And yet, tis but a deception
Because of their deeds.
For only now, they must wander
The forsaken halls and
Drift through the river Styx.

Title: Have you ever read any poetry?
Post by: mellomutt on March 02, 2003, 05:35:48 am

It\'s called doggerel.  Trite and ham-handed, semi-lucid ramblings too subjective to \"pluck the heart-strings\".  

From Dylan Thomas:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

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I imagine that was written knowing his father was lying in his deathbed.  What inspires your poetry?  From what diluted well springs your pathos?  Know your spirit before you let it speak.  Otherwise, who will listen but yourself?

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Post by: Ravenmaster on March 12, 2003, 10:04:57 pm

That is a very good poem, Vlad.  Have you read any of Kahlisi\'s stuff?  It\'s pretty sweet.