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 Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 11:07 pm
Search For Poetry / Lyrics!
I want to read your poems or lyrics
You will submit your best work here and I will judge, nicely.
Contest will end when I want it to.
Winner is completely my choice.
Submit as often as you would like.
Poems / lyrics must be about 10+ lines.
They can be 4,000 lines but should be close to 10 for consideration,
more than 10 lines is welcome.
The harder you try, and the more you post the better your chances.
Comment on other people's poetry / lyrics. This is a discussion as well as contest.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 2:42 pm
In the darkness,
is where you are.
I'm away from you,
but your my star.
I count every minute,
when we're broken apart.
Sometimes even seconds,
but you're still my star.
I can't wait, I can't think,
when I'm away from you,
but we're finally together,
my agony is through.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:45 pm
The NothingnessThere is nothingness, Coming from my soul. Throughout the cavern’s of my blood, There is no more to be soiled. Knowing that I am in love, Can it fill the void? Hoping it can… Waiting is what I’ll do. Watching the television in my head The screen seems too hazy, To even make out the visions Of my past ever so crazy Why must I be this… this thing, Something that is flawed. I need a wing Just to take me to my rightful place. But something is keeping me from my goal. Is it the one I love? If it is, he is withering beyond the coal, For the nothingness is my dove.
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Posted: Tue May 13, 2008 10:47 pm
Red ThreadA legend say’s When two true lovers find each other, A red thread would forever bound, Their hearts together as one. But how can that be? If I did find my only lover, Yet he left me broken inside, Where there’s no longer a heart. He left me though the sands of time, To be lost within its dunes. I soon fall through the pages of history, Finding everything that I once loved. Catching on to something so thin, I look at the page I’ve stopped at. We are together one again, And the red thread in my hand, holding me still. He is at the end, my dear lover, So we are forever bound. By these ink-filled pages and the grains of sand. In the end, we will be entwined in the eternal red thread.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 8:01 pm
I wrote this as an English II assignment. Hope you enjoy.
Reflection
You stare at yourself in the shattered mirror
With Eyes as dark as night,
And skin so pale like moon light.
You wish to see someone different,
Someone whose eyes are not sorrowful
Whose milky skin is not covered with scars.
A pond perhaps may serve as a better mirror.
One that can not be broken or tossed in the trash, only drained of all its
water as time passes.
Of course, the water will fluctuate.
At points it will be shallow,
overflowing its bank,
filled with raging waves,
or smooth and calm.
But this mirrors glass can be replaced,
So when broken all is not lost.
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Posted: Fri May 23, 2008 10:50 pm
Before posting, I would like, if I may, to apologize for the great length of the poem I plan on submitting. But, you seem generous, and I hope you will grant me some of yuor time to read this simple, lengthy poem. Its rhyme is simple, and its content has been deemed cliche by many readers, but I humbly ask that you give it a chance. Enjoy.
“I Am Not Afraid”
I’ve spent my life in solitude,
My vanity’s disguise
A perversion of my ego,
Of all that I’d despised
“Is this reverence mere penance?
For the sin of this disguise
Is just the price, the restitution,
And the fire in my eyes.”
Seeking desperately the cause:
“How have I spent this time?”
Under darksome countenance,
I’ve sought the reason to my rhyme
And past a time of questioning
Came disillusioned hate
Through the painful desolation,
And the paradox of fate
Through a naive influence
Was shaped the hate within
As traces of this melancholy
Were whispered in the wind
But one-day fire fades to ash,
As ash returns to dust
And that ever-burning flame
Shall so, too, lose its lust
“Everything returns to shadow,
Life shall lose its fire.”
Forsaken words as I, the writer,
Sought a new desire
And through the passing of the dusk,
Light must take its form
Just as well, the dawn must break,
With the passing of the storm
So, now with strength undying,
And with knowledge of my past
I’ll stoke the flame of my ambition,
And I know that it shall last
Unlike the fleeting, ember’s haze
I clung to years before
This ensorcelling, burning blaze
Shall guide me through the door
I live to bring the solace
For a past that brings me shame
I live to love, to change the world,
And they all shall know my name!
The road to hell is paved with blood,
Redemption’s bought with tears
But no matter which I choose,
I know I’ll have no fears
Angel’s hands shall guide my path,
Let love now show the way!
And all the courage given me
Shall bring the strength to say:
“I am not afraid.”
I’m not afraid of those who try
To stop me on my way
I never fear the thought of dying
On some distant day
For to fear would only hinder
This path that took so long
To finally see, to have the faith
To trust in right from wrong
My guardian star shall lend me courage,
To guide me on my way
I’ll pass that strength to the entire world,
They’ll rise together, and say:
“I am not afraid.”
Let no fear e’er touch us,
Let doubt ne’er cross our minds
For the power of the human heart,
It’s something we must find
Not necessarily on our own,
So may we join in hand
And rise above the binding hate
Here, now, we make our stand
Let hatred never blind our eyes,
Let the sword of anger rust
Peace now, we’ll have, and ever more
If we can learn to trust
In each and every human being,
If we can learn to see
That all of us have all the strength
To be whatever we wish to be
On my long and troubled road,
I’ve found the light of day
I’ll bring this light to you, my friends,
And with it, strength to say
“I am not afraid.”
This light entails no mystery
Any man can see
That the ever burning love
That’s shared thru you and me
Belongs to each and every man
We all can share this love
And we’ll cry out our freedom now
Far to heaven above
For to truly find this love
Of an eternal lover
Is just as easy, if not more,
As realizing we’re all brothers
A house divided cannot stand,
United we are one
This is ours, our Kingdom Come
Ascending towards the rising sun
If we deny the rights of each
And every human being
Our Kingdom falls, our creed deceives,
It’s as miserable as not seeing
That we all have all the strength
To heed what here is said
And finally call the shining light
To say: “I am not afraid.”
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 4:02 pm
(I again apolgize beforehand at the length of my poems, its just that my long poems happen to be the best ones, so...again, sorry).
Reckoning
They reckon me a heretic,
A heathen and a harlot
The blood within, therefore, must bleed
A lesser shade of scarlet
Collective truths demean my kind
I'm branded as unfit
In judgement I'm forsaken
In dark lament I sit
A renegade pariah
A harbinger of "lies"
They label me inferior
While silencing my cries
"Can anything but hate be his?
Can he know of light?"
They preconceive my destiny
They know nothing of my plight
For my worth goes far beyond
Fealty to the Master
I once fell in darkness, yes,
Falling falling, ever faster
I once was he who sold his soul
For power of the rage
Of the abyss, of Satan's flame
Locked within a blackened cage
The herald of oblivion,
I was the nihilistic King
A pagan prince of dark desire
An evil, wicked thing
But the Master's chains no longer bind
My spirit now runs free
I'll cast aside this coil's pain
And I'll show them all; they'll see
That I am not dejection's form
To no man or God I bend
I fight for home and fight for hearth
For peace I do defend
In a world without a savior,
I am a champion of love
A seraphim on silver wings
Soaring towards skies above
And when I face my deathly dues
I'll fear not my dying day
For when I stand before the eyes of God
The Lord, by God, shall say:
"You who are truly grateful,
Your judgement day is here
And I shall deem you worthy
You have naught to fear but fear
You've lived a life in darkness,
You've cursed the life I've given
You shall be absolved, my child
On this one condition:
Surrender now, give me your heart
Come stand with me in Heaven
Sacrifice the life you loved
And the love that you call Devon."
As I stand before the Lord,
I will not have a choice,
But to rise, with sword in hand
And my conviction will be voiced:
"Oh, Your Great Omnipotence,
I fear I cannot yield
For here now let me speak a truth,
To the Creator now revealed:
I cannot give the one I love,
Not for eternity nor splendour
For I made a promise to my love
I would stand by her forever,
Forsaking even the Kingdom of God
And if that would mean perdition
Then damn my soul, my regal Lord,
For I cannot forsake ambition."
Not even in the face of God
Will I bend to my knees
I stand stalwart in my plight
To love the one who, too, loves me
In the end, at my road's close
When my redemption has been earned
When I can die at last with peace
When the flame no longer burns
They all shall know what lived within
This humble soul that beckoned
To light, to hope, to peace, to love,
No fear of being reckoned
A coward, cur, or cursed beast
Just wishing for your heart
In your love's embrace I am released
And I was right from the start
So, here, now, let them reckon me
As a worthless devil hated
We'll withstand their scorn forevermore
Thru love that's unabated
So, here, now, let them reckon us,
On our flight past Heaven
No scorn, no reckoning can e'er
Break my love for you....Devon.
(Writer's note: For those who couldn't have guessed, Devon is the name of my girlfriend...my one and only.)
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 12:51 pm
Here's a more recent work of mine, qquite shorter than the other two I've posted (again, I apolgize for their length, but to cut them down is, to me, to do an injustice to my work). I hope you enjoy it, and perhaps my next poem I post will be resaonably shorter.
Homecoming: The Call of the Ancestors
In the springtime twilight,
I wake to Raven’s call
With vague and distant traces
Within the Hammer’s fall
This blood that pounds throughout my veins
Is tainted and impure
By generations of injustice
This sickness has no cure
My race had been disparaged,
Thru fury of the stranger's storm
My only rite of passage
Being this motley form
I long to be the product
Of my heritage’s plight
I long for consecration
In the glory of Odin’s light
Valhalla, send your Valkeryies,
To Asgard take me high!
With the glory of my ancestors
The time for redemption is nigh!
The pantheon is calling me,
The dragon ships do wait!
To bring me back to home and hearth
My blessed Godly fate
This homecoming has been put off
For ages far too long
I hear the crying of the anvil
It sings the Hammer’s song
I'm coming home, to Nordic lands
A child of the frost
And all the years of viking pride
I know shall not be lost
I'm coming home, the spirits call
They beckon my return
Back to ancient battlefields
Where the blaze of hearth-fire burns
With hammer, glory, a soul of steel
I return to the distant shores
And the calling ancestors speak to me:
"The long waited return is yours."
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