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I've loved to write poetry for a while now and I thought that this guild could use a place to post poetry that our members have written. Any poems that I write or have already written will be placed in this first post below this. I know they're not that good, but I want to get advice on how to make them better and I also want to read some poetry that our other members have written.

Insanity

What do I see?
Everything isn’t real.
How should I know?
How can I prove what I see?
Slowly this world decays.
Things are not what they seem.
Movement among shadows.
Reality is pulling through.
People who aren’t really there,
Voices that others can’t hear.
How do I know if I’m seeing things,
Or if it is really all of you who are blind?

Life’s sounds

The wind whistling through the trees,
The birds singing to the sun,
The coyotes howling at the moon,
The sound of nature’s music fills the air,
Then the fall into eternal silence.

Darkness

The darkness within my mind.
Slowly day turns to night.
The sun giving way to the moon.
The creatures sleep.
The sounds of life all around.
Owls hooting in their trees.
Slowly the night gives way to morning.
Another restless night.
I rise unwillingly.
I prepare for the day ahead.
Wishing back the darkness.
The darkness within my mind.

My Path

My light shining only a few feet ahead,
The road never ending enveloped in darkness,
Continuously walking without seeing the end,
The path I take drawing back among the shadows,
The light flickers and dies,
My entire trail lost to the shadows.

These are just the poems that I am willing to put on here. Later on I'll probably add more of my poems, but for right now I'd prefer not to put them on here.

I just wrote this up and it's not finished yet. It's probably not even near completion, but I'm too tired to keep writing right now so I'm posting what I have so far and going to bed. Please tell me what you think of it so far. I know that I'll have to change how I have it set up since I changed format in the middle of writing it, but I'll worry about that later.

Our world

(I am going to try to write this poem on how I feel about everything going on in our world so this one will probably be extremely long or very short.)


Birth

The birth of one,
And the hope of many.
Birth, the only time of purity,
Before one can be tainted by the evils of our world.
Slowly our world takes grasp on them,
And drain out their purity leaving only greed and selfishness.
They come into a world that no longer cares,
In a place where nothing pure can survive long.
Slowly our society feeds on all that is pure,
Draining it, twisting it, into what it desires.
A society based on only caring for one’s self.
Very seldom can those who care and worry for others survive.
Very seldom can people care for long.

Childhood-Teenage years

The point where purity can still exist,
Not yet drained completely from one.
A time where magic and monsters still exist.
A time of dreams and a time of carelessness.
Only lasting for a short period, but giving so much.
The only time when we’re not completely tainted.
The only time when the cold grasp of reality has not yet completely dragged us in.
The first time that greed passes through our minds.
The first time that one can feel the coldness of desire.
The first time one thinks that they are all that is important.
The first time where one falls in a society where no one will help you up.
The first realization of just how alone we can be,
Even among the crowds of hundreds on the street.
The loneliest person in the world can be standing in the middle of the crowd.
And yet not once do we think to make a change,
Not yet old enough to realize that we shouldn’t conform,
And slowly we all lose attachments to each other.
Slowly we are enveloped in this darkness of our world,
We struggle for freedom and scream for help,
But everyone passes by without ever lending a hand.
We believe we have the infinite knowledge,
But we know so much less.
We watch others fall and only think of what this lets us gain.
We make trivial alliances with friends,
But very seldom do they last.
One false move and our world falls completely into darkness,
And it is in the darkness that we must learn what true hardship is,
Where we must learn just how alone we truly are.
Slowly the path is revealed to us,
And we never question whether there is another path hidden in the shadows.
We conform believing it to be the only way to survive,
But it is by the struggles of the other path,
The one which is left unseen that leaders can arise,
Leaders who can cast away the greed from our world.
Who can keep the darkness at bay and bring upon an era of light.
Who will try to mend the damage that we have caused ourselves,
And who will eventually fall to the lust of power,
And the cycle repeats.
Forever doomed to cycle from light to shadow,
Casting upon ourselves a fate worse than death,
For death has an end, but we shall repeat the cycle,
Always doomed to repeat the mistakes of those before us,
And yet never learning better.
We criticize those who come before us and we try to surpass the,
But we never look upon ourselves with the same criticizing eyes,
We always believe ourselves to be better,
Always learning the mistakes of yesterday,
So we shall supposedly never make them again,
Yet somehow we repeat a cycle,
Which has been happening since the beginning of mankind.
An era of peace and greed overwhelms one who believes who should take control,
An era of darkness and suffering and we rise to destroy those who oppress us,
We bring upon another era of peace,
And yet we always claim to never make the mistakes of those before us.