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Poetry A Few Choice Words

Chaos

Epic Gamer
V.I.P.
So I decided to post some of the poetry I've written. It's not something I do regularly - rather, every once in a while inspiration will strike and I'll cobble something together. Some of the poems to follow are ones that have been written over the last six months or so, as I really only got back into writing poetry earlier this year. Before that, I hadn't written a poem for quite a long while. I'll also post newer stuff as I go.

Also, some of the poems I'll be posting were written specifically as contest entries (most of which I won, actually :D) so were written to a specific theme. I'll be sure to note which ones these are, as well as what the theme was, for reference.

Feedback -I welcome it! Please feel free to comment on these works. Otherwise I have no idea what people think of it. :lol:

I present to you a few choice words.

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A silent night and cold harsh winter's breath:
It oft brings naught but cold harsh winter's death,
A rest so deep that none can wake its grip,
A cold embrace from which one cannot slip.
But my embrace is not so harsh or cold
For I instead am just a friend of old.
I dance on sand, that you may soundly sleep;
A vigil that with good heart I do keep.
And from my hands a glitter dances down.
It settles on your form and wraps around
To comfort, calm, and then to send away
The nightmares spawned within the waking day.
The moon above, the only silent eye;
It watches as my dancing passes by
To find those for whom slumber does resist
And give to them a sweet and welcome gift:
My sand, so soft and gentle, brings you sleep;
My gift: a welcome rest; a slumber deep.

Author's note: this is the first poem I wrote within recent times, entered for a poetry contest in June. While it's not necesarily the best poem I've ever written, it is the one that managed to fire up the old creative juices and got me writing poetry again. The theme for this poem was Sleep.​
 

Elanor

Registered Member
I really like it! It is very well written, with good use imagery (I think that's the right word :lol:). You should definitely post more of your poems, I would love to read them :)
 

Taliesin

Registered Member
You really know how to turn a phrase. I think that's what I like most about this poem, Chaos. I do find it difficult to talk about poetry though, because I can never quite articulate how a good poem makes me feel. There are just no words because I think you've already used them in said poem... if that makes sense. I guess that's what makes for good poetry... when nothing more can be said? I don't know.

Loved these two lines most of all. I have no idea why.
I dance on sand, that you may soundly sleep;
A vigil that with good heart I do keep.
 

Chaos

Epic Gamer
V.I.P.
Thank you, both of you! I appreciate the feedback a lot. :) I enjoyed writing that one actually, so it's nice to hear that someone enjoyed reading it as well. :lol: One of the reasons that I like it is because it shows the differences in styles and structures between poems - because, as I mentioned, I'm quite flexible with my approach to poetry so that they change from poem to poem (as shown with the piece to follow).

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Steel;
The clanging chains that bind us to this world.
Time;
The ticking of the clock dictates our lives
And we are slaves to its demands -
Our muscles: the cogs.
Our breath: the steam.
Mankind, the machine, works ever forwards
And never sideways,
Because we cannot see beyond ourselves.
We cannot. We will not.
We only calculate the distance between us and them;
Tip tap on the keyboard, our fingers dance,
And we push the BIG RED BUTTON.
But there is no 'us' or 'them'.
There is only ash and dust
And the BIG RED BUTTON marked self-destroy.


Author's note: the theme for this poem was Future. I'll let you draw your own conclusions from that.
 

Taliesin

Registered Member
This piece is quite evocative of the chosen theme. If you've ever seen Fritz Lang's Metropolis, then you'll know exactly the kinds of retro future imagery I had in my head when reading this. The gradual melding of man and machine, of soul and artificial intelligence, comes across strongly here. :)
 

Chaos

Epic Gamer
V.I.P.
A couple of small pieces. (You may notice that very few of my poems get titles, except the odd one or two, like Tincture.)



Tincture

A box; elixir. Drink it down -
A tincture mix for when you're sick,
Unwell, poor health. Beyond the help
Of daily aid and healing hands.
A fix; no risk. Quick and care-free.
Drink it down. Rebuild, repair.
Fix.

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Tick.

It echoes through the house,
That swinging scythe that counted seconds,
Minutes, hours. Years.
Almost silent, but failing to be just so.

Tock.

Author's note: this one actually started out as a longer poem, but I amended it and cut it down to this single verse. I prefer it this way.
 

Chaos

Epic Gamer
V.I.P.
I gaze upon the face of my captor.
My jailer. My judge.
Cold eyes; hard and harsh.
Unforgiving. Uncaring.
Burdened with a darkened grudge.

A heavy brow, low set over dark eyes.
A small nose, rounded cheeks.
A thin mouth; turned down corners.
Those eyes...such hate;
A language only pain can speak.

No chiselled features here,
Just broken stone -
A face scarred with time,
Marked with lines
Of anguish best left unknown.

It's in his gaze, deep set and dark.
It's in his eyes as he stares back at mine.
Such tired eyes. So tired.
The hatred is tangible, physical,
The pain a knife thrust deep inside.

And yet despite all that he has done
And in spite of all the hate
I cannot help but feel regret,
For you forget that hate begets hate;
Perhaps, then, it was simply fate?

You see, monstrous deeds
Quickly breed monstrous lives.
Didn't you know?
No, nor did I, until it was too late.
For now I know only regret.
Sorrow. Pain.
I couldn't save him. I tried.
Do you believe me?
I tried.

I reach out, knowing it is too late.
He's too far gone.
I reach out, and my fingers brush the cold surface of a dirty mirror.
I know the truth of things, for we are one.


Author's note: the theme of this poem was Reflection.
 

Chaos

Epic Gamer
V.I.P.
It is said by some that eyes, your sight,
Can only see in shades of light.
Where colours dance in joyous tones
To wrap around those weary bones.
But scatter, flee; make haste, you fools,
For no light can pierce these darkened pools:
These eyes, you see, are black as night.
Darker still, where treads no light.
Oozing darkness, shadows creep.
Now shades shall dance in darkness deep.
Where all that lives recedes to rot,
Eternal darkness lingers on,
Clinging to the damp despair
Of sodden earth and heavy air -
I creep closer still, cloaked by fog
That wraps and traps you in putrid bog
Of coiled fear and curling smoke
As vines and tendrils start to choke
The life and light from frozen form;
The life and light from you I've torn.
Silence now: my one true friend,
The final witness to your end.
Victor crowned, my conquest done:
I am king 'til morning come.
I am shadow, shade and night,
Locked in battle against the light.

Author's note: the theme for this poem - as you may have guessed - was Shadows.
 
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Chaos

Epic Gamer
V.I.P.
Investigated instigation
Of an institute's invasion
Of privacy; for plastic purpose,
Policies and preparation.
Transparency is not conclusive.
Translucent is the degradation
Of a nation's mind,
Their concentration.
Camped out, waiting;
A demonstration.
Pride and power versus
Protestation.
The victor's winnings:
Devastation.
The loser yields
More starvation,
Furthering the lead position
While the poor get prohibition.
The struggle worsens, no indication
Of leader's end; no term summation.
So we can say from observation
Of this most desperate situation:
Remove from power, cause separation
Those who neglect obligation.
The answer, clearly, one conclusion:
Implement new institution.
 

Elanor

Registered Member
It is said by some that eyes, your sight,
Can only see in shades of light.
Where colours dance in joyous tones
To wrap around those weary bones.
But scatter, flee; make haste, you fools,
For no light can pierce these darkened pools:
These eyes, you see, are black as night.
Darker still, where treads no light.
Oozing darkness, shadows creep.
Now shades shall dance in darkness deep.
Where all that lives recedes to rot,
Eternal darkness lingers on,
Clinging to the damp despair
Of sodden earth and heavy air -
I creep closer still, cloaked by fog
That wraps and traps you in putrid bog
Of coiled fear and curling smoke
As vines and tendrils start to choke
The life and light from frozen form;
The life and light from you I've torn.
Silence now: my one true friend,
The final witness to your end.
Victor crowned, my conquest done:
I am king 'til morning come.
I am shadow, shade and night,
Locked in battle against the light.

Author's note: the theme for this poem - as you may have guessed - was Shadows.
I really love this one! I think it is my favourite so far :) You have an excellent way with words :)
 
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