The Raptastic Poetry Slam Thread, Hey- Who Put that "C" Before "Raptastic?" Options

[treydog]

Um- becauses minque suggested it and we should always listen to our Wise Woman.

This can be the place for the many squirrel, badger, assassin, raven, KOB, and Liz the Wiggle poetry slams.

Someone else can start- cause I got nothin'

[Callidus Thorn]

Giving this a kick with something that came to mind earlier:

Steadfast

Alone in darkness stands a man,
Bereft of hope, devoid of plan,
Who stands his ground for standing's sake,
His very life and soul at stake.

His lungs, his blood, they breathe and flow,
His heart, his mind, they surely know,
With these alone he can exist,
With these alone he must resist.

Upon his back, a heavy load,
Of all the lies he ever told,
To those he loved, from whom he'd hide,
His bitter sorrows long denied.

The blackness shows him many sights,
Plays of shadows, lacking lights,
And though he feels fit to fall,
The steadfast man endures them all.

And then ahead a light appears,
Amidst the shadows that he fears,
Hope is born, and formed a plan,
A faltering step now takes the man.

A second follows close behind,
Stumbling forward, light to find,
On and on, he staggers forth,
To follow star that lights the north.

Out of darkness, at last he falls,
To find himself in sacred halls,
The weighty load he now sets down,
To rest in peace, his home now found.


It's kind of rough, couldn't catch as much of it as I'd have liked, and it needs some work, but it is what it is. *shrugs*

[mALX]

Giving this a kick with something that came to mind earlier:

Steadfast

Alone in darkness stands a man,
Bereft of hope, devoid of plan,
Who stands his ground for standing's sake,
His very life and soul at stake.

His lungs, his blood, they breathe and flow,
His heart, his mind, they surely know,
With these alone he can exist,
With these alone he must resist.

Upon his back, a heavy load,
Of all the lies he ever told,
To those he loved, from whom he'd hide,
His bitter sorrows long denied.

The blackness shows him many sights,
Plays of shadows, lacking lights,
And though he feels fit to fall,
The steadfast man endures them all.

And then ahead a light appears,
Amidst the shadows that he fears,
Hope is born, and formed a plan,
A faltering step now takes the man.

A second follows close behind,
Stumbling forward, light to find,
On and on, he staggers forth,
To follow star that lights the north.

Out of darkness, at last he falls,
To find himself in sacred halls,
The weighty load he now sets down,
To rest in peace, his home now found.


It's kind of rough, couldn't catch as much of it as I'd have liked, and it needs some work, but it is what it is. *shrugs*

This is fantastic, you are an Awesome poet!