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.

[Kindred Spirit]

"Stranger in a Stranger Land"

Once found, twice lost,
thrice bathed in flame,
once again a sinner named,
the world does conspire
to take away your heart's true fire.

For living as you saw true
the punishment is this for you;
live your life in a land not your own,
the land of your birth
now tattered and torn.

Lost in a world far away,
why, I cannot truly say.
I ask this of those who mock,
which is worse, to live a lie
or just to give up and die?

Where is a place where the truth is told?
Where is a place for young and old?
Why do fools mock what they don't understand,
blasting hate and bias into the face
of the unknown?

Why are we punished when we don't agree
that a person is right and we're wrong?
Why are we punished for crimes we can't see,
And for not knowing what is too far gone?

Why are we not informed
when right and wrong do not apply?
Why are the few left alone,
while the majority are reformed
or left to die?

Why can we not have a place
and call it our own land?
Why do we have to deal with hate
and silently ignore the reprimands?

When did our conscience become of less import
than what a man puts in his head?
Why do they let morals die in courts?
Why do killers get their rights read?

"Poor"
The rich send the poor to do their bidding,
Fight their wars when they need winning.
Send the poor to terrorize
and when confronted shift their eyes.

Why should we fight your fight
when we don't believe it's right?
Since when did money make right
and make the poor make way?

Why can you not see the light?
The truth that's obvious to us all?
Why do you make us fight?
Why do you make us your thralls?

Both a little melodramatic, I know. By the way, that isn't the original peom poor, I rewrote part of it from memory. The original was much better, but I lost my only copy to a hard drive crash. Strange how my hard drive crashed whenever I write something personal and save it. I didn't think my poetry was that bad.