5 minute poetry

[BlackMageGirl!]

The last item thrown into the pack
I'm going now, and I won't look back
For every meeting
For every greeting
It has left me happy and made me sad
Regret tinges this, only just a tad
All that I have known, precious friends
It is my turn to go now, it's almost the end
For I set off towards places unknown
A little better now, I have grown
I hoist the bag upon my shoulder
With each step away I grow bolder
Though...I will miss all that I met
Though I feel I'm not much, and yet
I turn back and I wave goodbye
I will meet you all again, and I...

I will come back, given time

[icythaco]

Homeward Bound:

In many stories, epics and books,
The brave and underestimated Hero,
He, through many ordeals undertook,
Journeys forth to reach ground zero.

His destination achieved, his task complete,
After going through that joyous bliss,
He sighs and mutters, gets back to his feet,
And journeys home, through fog and mist.

The reason I say "through the haze"
Is because we so rarely hear
The story of this ending phase,
When home must seem so very near.

But shouldn't this trip be just as eventful...
As the first time, done in reverse?
Why can't we learn of these untold 'ventures,
Those unsung wanderings, that dark traverse?

Perhaps because there's something sad,
Depressing and gloomy, all in one,
About this shadowed trip back home,
After the tale is dead and done.

A reiteration, a mirror of sorts,
Of the past and previous ordeals,
To include such'd be redundant
Like Achilles, minus the heel.

And so our hero journeys homeward,
After the author has packed up shop,
Echoes lead him onward, backward,
of what once was, but now is not...

[The Infallible]

This is a poem I wrote about a Capture The Flag game in Halo 2

The Ride Of JesusMan

Soldiers engaged, a pitiless brawl
then out comes Jesus to end it all

He fires his weapon from 300 yards
Yohan dies and Pimp lost his guards

The flags been returned thanks to the Lord
then KillerX charges and Jesus is gored

But Godfather and Epsilon are not far away
they blast Black Widox and the battle is swayed

Old Ass Cancer and Delta protect the base
and the Messiah grabs the flag, just to save face

Its now four to four and blood runs hot
red thinks they'll win but they will not

For jesus rides in on his purple warhorse
he scores again and blue wins of course

[Elminster_Amaur]

This is by me during 8-bit chat. I thought it was ok enough to post.
I wish to remain anonymous. Doh, I already screwed that up. Here it is:

But doth not one,
Who lives by the gun,
Ask for an end
Where he made his den?

[Cloud Strife]

An attempt at Dante's style of poetry. (Dante's Inferno, Dante, mind you.) Not very good, but here you go.

Dreams of stars and dreams of love,
Reflect his true desires,
Show that he lives up above.

Within his eyes, I see fires,
Thoughts oh so tempting, oh so great.
No one dares call him a liar.

No rest for him, he thinks it's fate,
Hand closing around his locket.
Promised that he'd be back, not late.

He closed his eyes - not to knock it -
Shed some tears of joy.
The engine rumbles - off goes the rocket.

A real rocket, not a toy,
This man, smiles, so happy,
Dream now real, inner boy.

[BlackMageGirl!]

"Bad Day"

Had a bad day again
Things look dark in your eyes
Petty worries, small pains
Intensify into larger issues
Broken cup, lost book
One wrong turn plunges you deeper
Things just...don't seem right

Every hesitation
Every misplaced item
Every wrong word
Every misspelling
Speaks more to you than it should

Your well of safety
The oasis in the desert
Has dried up, if only for today
And you shut yourself away
For today is not what it should be

Everyone seems distant
Constantly misunderstood
And far away, so far away
Are all of the ideals
That you take comfort in

For this one day
You are not yourself
Rather a ghost, a shell
And you leave that message
Showing plainly on your face

"I will be me again...just not today."

[WanderingActor]

Blood covers the streets in the city of Dallas
Blood finds it's way onto somebody's hands
Blood is the substance we all don't understand
Because blood is the life upon which we all live

Blood stains the shirt of a boy in a parking lot
Blood drips upon the edge of a knife
Blood on the skin and blood on his hair
If you would open up your eyes you'd see the blood everywhere

Blood on his fist that he lifts to his face
Blood is the smell that he knows all too well
Blood is what he'll swim in once he finally goes to hell
But the blood is what he needs and he knows that too well.

[slightly aboveaverage man]

Did You Ever Hear
The Story Of The Christmas Tree
Who Just Didn't Want To Change The Show
He Liked Living In The Woods
And Playing With Squirrels
He Liked Icicles And Snow.
He Liked Wolves
And Eagles And GrizzyBears
And Critters And Creatures That Crawled.
Why Bugs Were Some Of His Very Best Friends,
Spiders And Ants And All.
Now That's Not To Say
That He Ever Looked Down
On The Vision Of Twinkling Lights,
Or On Mirrored Bubbles
And Peppermint Canes
And A Thousand Other Delights.
And He Often Had Dreams
Of Tiny Reindeer And A Jolly Man
And A Sleigh Full Of Toys
And Presents And Wonderful Things
And The Story Of Christmas Day.
Oh, Alfie Believed
In Christmas All Right,
He Was Full Of Christmas Cheer.
All Of Each And Every Day
And All Throughout he Year.
To Him It Was More
Than A Special Time
Much More Than A Special Day,
It Was More Than A Beautiful Story,
It Was A Special Kind Of Way.
You See, Some Folks
Have Never Heard
A Jingle Bell,
And They've Never Heard
Of Santa Claus.
They've Never Heard
The Story Of The Son Of God.
And That Made Alfie Pause.
Did That Mean
That They'd Never Know
Of Peace On Earth
Or The Brotherhood Of Man?
Or Know How To Love,
Or Know How To Give?
If They Can't,No One Can.
You See, Life Is A
Very Special Kind Of Thing,
Not Just For A Chosen Few.
But For Each And Every
Living Breathing Thing.
Not Just Me And You.
So In Your Christmas
Prayers This Year Alfie Asked Me
If I'd Ask You To Say A Prayer
For The Wind,And The Water, And The Wood,
And Those Who Live There, Too.

By John Denver

[BlackMageGirl!]

(huh, another sad poem...)

How is it that you can see....
The pain that used to be
Does my eyes clearly show
And to where now do we go...

You never stayed by my side
I was your shame, you tried to hide
Why do you shy away from my touch?
And just why to you, I mean so much?

I am filled with bitterness, empty soul
My thoughts are all gone, void and null
I cannot see more than your retreating back
And those thorns you speak, your every attack

I stand here, after your final farewell
This sad little tale, what's left to tell
You thought me cruel, I thought you cold
And thus our little tale has ended, I'm told....

[Cloud Strife]

"Reformed"

I'm battered and broken,
My words, left unspoken,
My heart is breaking now,
In my mind I'm asking how.

How did it go wrong?
Did I take too long?
Should one leap and test out fate?
I don't know, now it's too late.

Finding solace in the dark,
Rejection now has left a mark.
A scar that will not go away,
Will mark me 'til the end of days.

Simple thoughts of one so pure,
That alone was the big lure,
It brought me close to her,
But I didn't know for sure...

I didn't know; she loved me too,
Now it's too late, what can I do?
She's in his arms, smiling bright,
I see it all, cringe at the sight.

What can I do but sit and sigh?
It's not the end, there's change nearby.
I'll get up, and go along,
It's okay; I will move on.