5 minute poetry

[Technocrack]

In my opinion, this is my best work so far...

"Timeline"
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Trees grow,
Leaves fall,
Rain beats softly
Down on all.

Mountains erode,
The young grow old,
Life will pass,
Our doom foretold.

New life will grow,
From the ashes of old.
Time bears witness
To stories yet untold.

The new life begins
To fade away.
New stories will be written
Some other day.

Lakes will dry,
As the day grows long.
You cannot stop
Times immutable song.

[Cloud Strife]

Time is flowing, now passing it by,
But I am still here, away, yet near.
Thrown far ahead, I'm left in wonder,
Was all our tech and luxury a mistake?

Devastated city, left as rubble,
Hope abounds, but it is all for naught.
Our sins, committed so long ago,
We try to atone, fight against their return.

They travel the world, to find this place,
To find the final piece, and pay for our sins.
Pleading with one from my time, my day,
Who tells them of a way to stop the pain.

But such a high price to pay, for sins long past,
And yet, they follow, blindly, unaware that their
Sacrifce is in vain; sin just keeps coming back.
There must be another way...some other way...

[Cloud Strife]

An untitled work...

A friendly soul, loving, caring,
Talks with me, "How are you faring?"
Never mind he's hurt inside...
Never mind part of him died...

I ask in turn the very same,
I don't know it; he's feeling drained...
He just looks to me and smiles,
Doesn't tell of his own trials...

I see the pain, but I back down,
He wears that front just like a crown.
Keeps it so he looks just fine,
Though, inside, he's at the line...

The line of safety should not be crossed,
For then that person becomes lost,
Lost to darkness, lost to fears,
Lost by those who hold him near.

He may not know it, but we're there,
We're all his friends, we truly care.
We're glad to call him our own friend,
We're willing to help up to the end.

[Aeria]

Hourglass

The top is full of tiny sand,
The bottom clear, an empty land.
A tiny stream begins to fall,
Which starts beginning of it all.

A world is formed of dust and light,
And day is made, as well the night.
Then water rises from the deeps,
And awaken creatures from their sleeps.

This world will grow for many years,
Full of sad and happy tears,
And then grow old, and start to die,
World almost gone, it's time is nigh.

The top is empty, bottom full,
And time is over for you all.
All that's left is empty space,
Nothing left of human race...

And then the hourglass is flipped over...

[Funka Genocide]

all lights against an opaque sky
coveting our open eyes
shimmering indefinite
defining worlds beyond

these stars are jewels
for godly necks
and strewn like pearls
before all

but they are gaudy
and quite attached
to something else
and named a thousand times

I will not be that shining point
I'd rather have another course
that space between those hallowed things
the emptiness beyond

I'll find a trail without light
and make it to my own
unobstructed and divine
travelling on and on

the stars are grand, but pale when faced
by the sea of lonely space
it is this void I shall embrace
the distance between myself

and eternity
my seat amidst the heavens
a window to the end
and brilliance beyond light

[Cloud Strife]

Okay, got a long one here. It's a story poem, so enjoy it.

"Tree of Sorrow"

The journey to the Tree of Sorrow,
Deep in the marsh of Evermorrow,
Is full of danger, wonder, peril,
Plants so pristine, creatures so feral.

Across the Bog of Everfear,
Where danger lurks, always near.
Through the woods, so deep and dark,
No sounds here, no happy lark.

Silent giants, guardian beasts,
Reach to the heavens, none the least
bit worried with its own fragile life,
They could be cut down with a knife...

Past the oak, into the cave,
Sign forewarns, "enter the brave,
Those who seek to find the tree,
Must pass by the darkest three."

Into the cave, the bravest go,
Facing danger, they will grow,
Become stronger, wiser too.
Three dark trials will show them true.

The first is lust, gentle girls,
Lucious body, hair all curled.
Of this first test, many fail,
Resisting it to no avail.

Those who do pass that first test
Showed their chivalry, not in jest.
The second trial they now must face,
Or their memoires will be erased.

No turning back, it's up to fate.
Theme of the second? Utter hate.
Brings out the dark in all of us,
Grinding some down into dust.

If the second trial is survived,
And the hero is still alive,
The third trial comes, a quick burst,
Of all of them, this is the worst.

The loss of love, and of friends so dear,
They must be sacrificed to get near.
The Tree of Sorrow is beckoning,
Make your choice; time of reckoning.

The hero, troubled, must decide,
Which friend will he turn aside?
Will he return, able to mend?
Or will the friend meet utter end?

He tosses and turns, unable to cope,
In his own tortured mind, the darkness gropes,
Tries to convince him, it's not that bad,
The Tree of Sorrow will help, be glad!

Then the light within him shines,
Darkness reels, released his binds.
The Tree of Sorrow, never good,
There's evil exuding from the wood.

Tree of Sorrow, ever tainted,
A loving picture it has painted.
One so enticing, to fool the minds
Of those who would step into its' vines.

The hero turns, so desparate to leave,
The evil quest, never being achieved.
The hero flees, seeking recourse,
Flies from evil, with no remorse.

At the cave's enterance, the hero pauses,
Makes sure to warn, sublimate causes
That would otherwise release the tree;
No such evil should ever be free.

His work now done, he carries on,
Rides into town with blessed dawn,
He warns the others of Evermorrow,
Speaking truth about the Tree of Sorrow.

[QueenQeeko]

Dammit, I wish I could give you more rep.

[BlackMageGirl!]

Running, keeping up the chase
Getting away from this pretension so base
Gasping for breath, a stitch in her side
Trying to shake loose that sullen pride
Faster now, sprinting full tilt
Speed given by that lurking guilt
Trees flash by; she stumbles on a root
Gets back up, her strength failing, fear of pursuit
To get away from it all, faster she runs, more than before
She will not let this take her over, not anymore
Running so hard, the scenes flash by
The others are not right, she does try
Sometimes it's okay to get down, to feel weak
Never okay with other feelings to tweak
The one who sees the worse, the flaws
Was her, she failed herself, broke her laws
And those things she never wanted to feel
Just continued and wound up, a tangled reel
Can't throw it away, she will never again
She did once, so empty, it's what she had been
The day grows dim, the stars burn, the moon shines
Something for someone else to admire, another time
Her focus now, to get away, she is determined to not fail
She will not let it get like this; end not this sorrowful tale
The forest clears and the desert appears
She slows down, for why did the forest disappear?
Turning back, looking at that shadowy glen
Should she go back? Will she do it again?
The cliff draws near, looming in her mind
Invisible chains around her feet, trying to bind
It hasn't come, that fateful day that she has most wanted
The day where she would know she not tawdry, not flaunted
The wings that she cast off, for they were not needed
The last step, and off she tumbles, started falling
Then she knows, what was to be done, her calling
The wings sprouted from her back, again she flew
Remembered what she was, and then she knew
It's okay to be this way, life is like that sometimes
If you fall down, get up and you'll make it, every time

[Bob The Mercenary]

My first poem. Be gentle.


The Thief's Tale

At a quarter past eight
the thief did wake
and surveyed his much-needed tools

Among them were all
the things he would need
to outwit those dull bunch of fools

He left his house dark
and started to run
using the moonlight as his guide

He turned left at the fork
and crept through the mist
thinking the night was on his side

He came to the house
and stood at the door
to promptly begin work on the lock

The lock proved effective
it never gave way
he was tempted to give up and knock

When through the window
a woman appeared
who for the man opened the latch

The thief remained calm
he had tricked girls before
he'd just need a good plan to hatch

He claimed he was ill
and called for a cure
the girl went to look for some help

And in that moment
the thief had transformed
but could not describe what he felt

He shrugged the thought off
and crept through the house
until in the bedroom he stood

He stepped inside and
was tempted to take
as much as he possibly could

But instead of looting
and leaving it bare
he left the room just as it stood

By the time he returned
the girl had come back
a doctor standing at her side

But when he inquired
about his sick state
his feelings he could no longer hide

"I went out this morn
to seek out and steal
and in all my mind you stood above

But now things have changed
because doctor you see
the only blight I have is love."

[Funka Genocide]

not funny on demand
its painful but its true
another lover canned
for not believing you

it must be great
the way you live
your awkward state
such take and give

and give...
nothing! nothing!
quit living in a fantasy, reality is waiting!
hot with jealous eyes

I'm love's carpet knight
never fought the field
sure I'll do alright
with sword enough to wield

but lets try honesty
instead of dirty rhyme
your feigning modesty
destroying angel you can't hide

you can't hide...
anything! anything!
quit living in a fantasy, reality is freying!
make believe genocide!

kiss me on the lips
though I don't think you'd dare
shake a little hip
maybe let down your hair

keep yourself locked away
from all this hateful romance
save the light for other days
Mushroom Girl how 'bout a slow dance?

there's no chance?
everything! everything!
quit living in a fantasy, reality is leaving!
no more cheap white lies, 'cause mushrooms don't have eyes...

to cry