19th February 2005, 01:32 PM
MCD's Anthology of Poems
'Hey hey! Just thought I'd pop by to post some of my poems. If I get enough responses, I'll post some more... and... stuff... Anyways, here's the first:
The man in his palace or temple watches
As the world at his feet runs accordingly.
Everything being as it should be, and all
But when the Iron Fist simply pats the
Earth of which it came from, all shall come
Undone. All for what he strived to acheive -
One single act of power can strike terror
Into the hearts and minds of the innocent.
Their lives before them, ruined. What little
They had, vanished, gone, destroyed. Time
Doesn't stop for them or even the people in the
Palaces or temples. For them, the world keeps
Running smoothly. Everything being as it
Power corrupts even the most pure of men, as
Once the lust devours your fragile mind,
Anything is at your disposal. A monster rages from the
Depths of your stomach.
But what of the innocent? Why should they have to
Suffer at the hands of this evil, twisted man?
Why should they have to rebuild everything of
It's not their fault that this beast runs their lives
And has them like puppets on a string, with his
Iron Fist. It's not their fault that they voted for
The wrong party.
20th February 2005, 01:31 PM
20th February 2005, 02:10 PM
Thanks Dani ^_^ Here's another one. Twas orignially the prolouge of a fic, but since it failed, I kept the poem ^_^ Enjoy:
Alone at night, a dying couplet say farewell.
Their partings are swift; like an angel
Of death. Betrayed, betrothed, between
Themselves are a matching sword and shield. Alone.
Together yet apart. But all is not lost.
They will be reunited, not in heaven, but
In the shadows of their past. Only there can they
Reap for what they have sewn. Unpicking
Every little stitch from the tatty hem of
Deceit, despair and the most important:
The Five betrayers shall be persecuted. For
When the past has been repossessed, Judgement
Shall reign. It shall sanctify the innocent, but
Condemn the guilty to a terrible fate.
The Power of Love. Sent from Above.
Death-defying this was not. But the
Consequences will wreak havoc upon those
Who have betrayed the Almighty pair.
Those who have not sinned will be spared.
But for those Five, a contrasting bridge of fate lies for
Them to walk across. Unbeknown to their fragile
Minds, their guardian angels have been stained
With their vulgar hands.
20th February 2005, 02:57 PM
21st February 2005, 09:09 AM
Thanks again Dani ^_^ At least one person cares about my poetry.
Love is Conflict
I wake, weary and almost delirious.
I find myself confined, trapped, but
Strangely happy. Simply lying in the
Pool of love, yet with a chain clasped
Around my waist and abdomen. I sit
And swim in bliss and ecstasy. But
Then it happened. The plughole opened
And all came gushing. My Prison caved
In and Out. My chain was being pulled and
Yanked. I kicked and screamed and
Wailed and cried, and yelled and tried
"Why aren't you letting me stay?"
Yet, I remember little of those fragile
Days. But the situation remains the same.
I still lie in your pool of love. The chain has
Gone, but the emotion still remains from our
First struggle to keep ourselves as one.
Now the fight has turned upon itself.
Why can't I see my friends? Why not?
Please stop yanking my chain. Please!
I kick and scream and wail and cry and try
"Why aren't you letting me go?"
21st February 2005, 09:42 AM
That's another good poem. And no problem. ^_^