The Arena, A Poem Options

[mALX]

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The Arena Gladiator

The roar of the crowds kept me on my feet,
but I swayed and darkness hedged my vision.
Blood streamed in my eyes, I could not see.
One more wound, one more minute...I might be done,
when the match ends there can only be one.

The hilt of my sword was slippery and wet,
Sweat mixed with blood dripped on my hand.
My opponent should be just as injured, and yet
another blow on me he was able to land;
and without much trouble managed to stand.

Weakness overwhelming, sapping strength;
The blade in my hand too heavy to lift.
He had moved in close, barely an arm's length.
My parry was sloppy, I thrust and missed.
His slid through my belly with an icy hiss.

His eyes apologized as he twisted the blade,
I was too numb by then to feel the pain.
He thrust upwards, waiting for the sound to be made
that would tell him my lung was beginning to drain.
When he didn't hear it he thrust up again.

I heard it then, my lung tore with a "pop."
The blood coming out was bubbling with air.
Inside me I wanted to beg him to stop.
It was too late now, and I just didn't dare.
I felt my eyes freezing into a glassy stare.

My knees hit the ground first with a thud,
my bowels spilling out in a nasty pile.
Then my face plowed straight into the mud
I think I still breathed for a little while.
Then I heard the voice of Clavicus Vile

When I joined the Arena I always knew
that this day would eventually come.
When you enter those gates what they say is true,
Only one will go home when the day is done...
Today was the day that I wasn't the one.

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This post has been edited by mALX: Jun 26 2011, 12:57 AM

[ureniashtram]

Can a poem be a poem when it doesn't rhymes?


The Complicated Meaning of Love

(to me atleast)
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Pain is Love,
Love is Pain.

Sometimes sweet as candied grapes,
sometimes dripping with poison so,
that Nightshade pales.
Sometimes weaken Emperors,
Sometimes empowers knaves.

Love's touch is bittersweet,
Comparable to a forbidden fruit.
Curiousity touched your heart, and you cannot-
Will not tear away at its visage.
So intoxicatingly beautiful and noble,
You do not realize how many fell,
from its darker natures, including the greatest mage.

Love's touch is bittersweet,
comparable to an appearance of a God.
Astounded and mesmerized,
Shocked and teary-eyed.
You consider love as a blessing,
from Heavens above.
But it is also Hell's mirror,
for what is more agonizing than Love lost?

Wishes that emanated from the beating organ,
You obeyed with no question.
You never falter, you did everything
it asked.
Until you realize that Love marred the lines,
Of conscience and morals.

Love is the most deadliest weapon of all,
a tool used by the greatest tease of all;
the Heart.
By love, many wars were waged, many were won.
Many were scarred and many were lost.
And yet, human nature is innocent,
Forever ignorant, and forever oblivious.
Once stinged by Love's arrow, never can you step back.
It can be compared, to a whirlwind
Of emotions, and Love is the Eye
of the Storm.

Love is Pain,
Pain is Love.

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Whew!