Poetry Thread Options

[Burnt Sierra]

I thought it might be nice to have a place where members can post up some examples of their poetry. Usual rules apply, no flaming, no spam etc. I would also ask, if you're going to comment on a poem, not to just do a one line reply, along the lines of, "yeah, thats cool." Nothing is more soul destroying than putting up a piece of yourself, and then getting a response with no thought behind it. Anyway, this is one I wrote a couple of months ago, and with the departure of Sinder today, I'd like to post this up as it sums up my feelings quite accurately.

As you leave
the birds, who've been patiently perched on my window sill
fly up in unison
heading towards the sunset
heralding the darkness to come.
Golden shades of summer start to fade
as the night sneaks in
stripping my colour away.

And so I sit here.
Lit in a room of false hope.
The light of a smoke, burning into ash.
The glow of a screen, showing words in black and white.
Choking on my tears.
We've lost some of our sparkle
with one less star glinting in the sky.

[King Of Beasts]

Night Of The Hunter

As I stand in the cold of night,
With the breeze against my face,
As darkness ensnares the land,
As the full moon rises above the mountains,
And the star-filled sky watches the earth,
The primal instinct of a beast takes over,
The urge to hunt,
The urge to run,
The urge give in to the power of the full moon,
The hunter is me,
I am the hunter,
The moon and the sun,
The symbols of my two sides.
One the hunter,
On the host,
And as darkness ensnares the land,
And the full moon rises over the mountains,
And the star-filled sky looks down upon earth,
The night of the hunter begins.
The prey fear me
For I am the hunter,
And the hunter is me.
The prey run and hide,
They lock their doors,
They close their windows,
They hold their children close,
In hopes that the hunter,
That I,
Don't choose them as the prey,
On the night if the hunter.
The guards prepare to defend,
I prepare to hunt,
With supernatural strength and speed,
Nobody can escape me,
On the night of the hunter.

I'm such a bad poet.

This post has been edited by King Of Beasts: Dec 20 2012, 09:29 PM