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Soft Serenity Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 6:56 pm
I am a proud poet...
My works are my soul that I pour out,
and this thread is where I intend to post my works, and allow others to comment.
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Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 7:00 pm
Vampire's Dream
A song burns within her being,
letting hope and fear guide her destiny.
They fear it's much too late.
Darkness consumes her very soul,
while a fiery dragon guards her heart.
The night is her shield for the sun kills.
Burned in that blazing sun, her mother died.
The ghosts of her past haunt her,
late at night,
for a scarred child can never be redeemed.
The desires of a ruined man shatter
the innocence she once held.
May she finally rest in peace...
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Soft Serenity Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 11:46 am
That's a deep poem. It's a nice take on life and mortality.
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Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 3:21 pm
That is a wonderful poem. I can't seem to get my poems to be like that: Short, but at the same time expressing my exact feelings. (Sorry if this sentence doesn't make too much sense. I'm severely tired. I haven't slept in three days due to my insomnia.) But I do know that I love your poem, and I would love to read more.
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Soft Serenity Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 2:39 pm
Unknown Solider
I am an unknown soldier.
Who faced the enemy with your brother.
He never knew my name.
I was brought home, stained with the blood of others.
Whose rage knew no end.
They never wanted to know my name.
I made the ultimate sacrifice for freedom.
I am an unknown soldier.
Who will never make it home.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 6:27 pm
Meadows of Heaven
Why should each cascading tear make its way down my cheek?
Who are they to stain me…?
Each tear falling down caressing my face,
Reminding me of gentleness…
I’m hiding behind a mask,
That no one can see,
Even as these tears pull it down,
Exposing my face.
Why should each cascading tear make its way down my cheek?
Who are I to tell them no…?
Every salty drop dragging down my face,
Reminding me of sickness…
I don’t understand this,
Because I no longer want to.
Even as these tears remind me,
Whispering bitter tales.
Why should each cascading tear make its way down my cheek?
Who are we to control this pattern…?
Each crystal drop glittering on my cheek,
Reminding me of the peace I once knew…
No longer do I know,
Only because I told myself no.
Even as these stupid tears tug at my heart,
Exposing the fact that I know…
Why should each cascading tear make its way down my cheek?
Who I am to judge their right?
These tears are here,
Because I wish to scream, and cry.
Only because I am alone now,
Only because they have not forgotten me…
Even as these tears make their mark on me,
Letting me know that I’m broken…
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Soft Serenity Vice Captain
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