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.

[Wurlon]

Here's a ballad I wrote for school not too long ago,



The Molten Minotaur



In a land of forests, mountains and deer,
the towers constructed rise quite clear.
It is a place of all trade and constant farming,
but the local beasts are rather alarming.



Animals and beasts still roam the land,
Of which each must each be killed by hand.
Even local men-at-arms attempt their best,
but some of the beasts can be quite a test.



There was once a ranger named Heckalo,
Who was skilled with the spear and the bow.
His gold had accumulated by selling hides,
and the women would love the pride of his strides.



Heckalo was sure to be the best at his skills,
those who followed him hunting adored his kills.
But one monster was too tough for him to defeat,
the minotaur had a hard hide from its head to its feet.



Avoiding the minotaur was always a must,
or the foolish foe would be face-first dead in the dust.
But Heckalo had a plan to slay the strong beast,
he would use flaming arrows from the tower to the east.



It was months before the beast began its attack,
so Heckalo rushed in his chain mail suit of black.
He was fortunate; the minotaur was smashing the east gate,
Heckalo ran with a horse’s strength to avoid being late.






This ranger climbed the mighty gray tower,
then aimed with his bow and fired with all his power.
The fiery arrow struck the minotaur in its snout,
but the arrow did nothing but make the beast shout.



Frustrated with failure to kill the brown furred thing,
Heckalo sprinted to the gate to reach the west wing.
There he found pitch pots and piles of rough rope,
so Heckalo tied two pots together with one hope.



With all of Heckalo’s accuracy he swung the two jars,
and these swirling meteors spun like thick red bars.
Then the ranger released the fiery bombs down,
and so this beast became a fiery mixture of red and brown.



Heckalo rushed through the wing to the gate,
to see the beast howling and screaming with hate.
But it was not long before the beast could withstand it anymore,
So it collapsed on its back on the burnt dirt floor.



Every guard at the gate gasped at the sight,
A minotaur was never killed while still in the light.
Heckalo now the best and feared of all rangers,
was honored by every townsfolk and even strangers.



There were no beasts or monsters now to duel,
So now Heckalo spent his days on a bar stool.
He would wait for an opponent to come fight one day,
Or a beast like the minotaur to battle and slay.


This post has been edited by Wurlon: Sep 30 2005, 04:41 AM