5 minute poetry

[Aeria]

Methought betimes of you and I, and years of joy and mirth,
But love has ways and sadness too to keep my dreams on earth,
Forever bound, to fly forbid, dreams fester and decay,
Broken heart with tears abounding, morso day by day.

Once upon a time I thought that all was one in peace,
But I have learned the bitter truth, men work for their feast,
To gorge oneself, increase one's own, that is all they want,
To have the best and show it off, vanity to flaunt.

Some say that I, with bright future, stay living in the past,
To grow, mature, expand, move on, that these needs are vast,
But the present hurts, future unknown, the past is where I'm safe,
Where dreams come true, and magic dwells, the past is where I'll stay.

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And here is one I wrote, based on Final Fantasy...

echoing droplets, resounding tears,
crystal magic, frightening years.
soldiers' wisdom, heroes' lies,
tale of death, hatred's rise.
glass temples, magic altars,
purist crystal never falters.
wind, water, earth, fire,
dark, light, evil desire.
never once a world at peace,
never will the war cease.
time goes slow, life of pain,
you live once, never again.
in all the war, and all the hell,
live life full, and live life well.

[Osterbaum]

Sad little king

A sad little king
Sitting on his sad little hill
Dreaming his sad little dreams
To the darkness he almost leaps

Nothing but illusions
All kind's of dillusions
Sitting on his sad little hill
This petty little king

Wishing he was more than he is
Dreaming for something bigger than this
But thats exactly the problem of his little pact
He hopes and wishes, but does not act

[videogamerz2000]

The Biker who never stopped

He rode around in circle,
he tricked off gnarly curbs,
he drove through the streets,
without being disturbed.

He could pull a 360,
without breaking a sweat,
and could stunt all night in the rain,
without getting wet.

But one day,
a accident happened,
that forever changed his life.
For last night, after school,
someone stole his bike.

He rampaged through the city,
and roamed the quiet countryside,
but, alas, to no avail,
he went home and started to cry.

"Oh curse thee!" he cried to the air,
but no bike, appeared, out of nowhere.

He woke up the next morning,
and headed off to school,
passing by an old granny,
with a huge do the drooled.

"What's wrong there sonny?"
she asked with a grin,
he turned around and responded,
"Oh curse thee! My kin!"

The granny looked at him weirdly,
and ran off into the horizon,
and the young man stood alone,
wonderling "What the hell happened?"

He continued to school,
and arrived at the bike racks,
and, oh joy!
His dear bike was back!

He looked up to the sky and said,
"Thank god for this nonkick to the fanny!"
and a voice out of nowhere said,
"Thanks for weirding out that stupid old granny!"


Yeah..... I just felt like writing something.

[BlackMageGirl!]

This is one of my rare poems...because it has a title! *gasp!* Anyways..its called 'Lost love'

Her place was taken
Her role reassigned
Cast aside, forsaken
Forgotten for all time

What came about?
What had taken place?
Without any doubt
A horrible race?

When did she appear?
The one who was pure.
Now she was here
A safe bet for sure

Was the first one
Really the first?
Or was he all alone?
just quenching his thirst?

Yet she knew
What was wrong.
He said he was true
Like a loving song.

She was in the light
But all she felt was dark
Tears in her sight
Love was just a lark.

And another, no title

Writing for something new
Writing for something true
Writing all of these poems
What do they mean to you?

Every word is a thought
Every sentence has been caught
For I write to speak my mind
And these lessons I have taught

Feelings flow on the page
Feelings of sorrow and of rage
Using hearts blood as my ink
Written memoirs of a sage

From these writings out come songs
From these scribbles rights and wrongs
I keep writing for I'm afraid
Of keeping these inside too long

[Osterbaum]

BRAVO! I'd give you reputation about the second one, but I have to "spread some reputation around" before giving it to you again.

I am walking my own path
My very own way
But then I stumble, I feel the wrath
I stop walking and fall in to the hey

Do I really want to do this?
I think as I lye on the ground
All my life I've needed you, and still I wish...
That you were around

So, I pull my self together
I walk along, standing on my feet
I've been doing it forever
It was ot you, who made it all fit

It was me...

[slightly aboveaverage man]

I lie down and let flow the tears,
As my heart is filled up with fear.
The world is never so unjust,
As when your mind you cannot trust.
I look around and my eyes will see,
but a different image comes back to me.
The frustration makes me want to die,
It's like a splinter deep in my mind's eye.
Confusion is my life's decree,
I am lost within my Insanity.

[Lycanthrope]

A note on this: I wrote this for an assignment last year. I was supposed to write about my first kiss. If you don't know the problem with this, you don't know me well enough. This what I came up with. Its been bouncing around in my head for a while so I thought I'd reuse it.

Ask me not for thoughts on love
I the wingless among birds
but forced to sing of flight above
I'll cast my spell of lying words

First I know there must be lips
Lush and parted with desire
to them, a sheen, a tongue equips
to show she too has heart afire

But for these lips what of a face?
a face like lips both soft and fair
where every line and curve shows grace
a painting framed by flowing hair

Of poet's faith, the purest rite
its thought makes lonelier the night.

[adamark]

i'm not normally a fan of amateur poetry.

i count your poem, lycanthrope, among one of the best i've ever read.

[BlackMageGirl!]

Okay, another no title. Enjoy.

For that one sweet kiss
Never I had such bliss
Listening to these loving songs
Singing places I don't belong

For who has seen the real me?
Who can show me what I can be?
Never using censored speech
Paradise outside my reach

I wander, seemingly alone
Hearts incased in solid stone
But then, he came here
Wiped my tears, stayed my fear

Even though I have not felt
The softest brush of felt
Against my lips, oh so sweet
Was it destiny for us to meet?

[videogamerz2000]

How the sounds of life,
quiet or loud,
intrigue the ever wandering soul.
Listening with content,
sleep waft's through the air,
as if to lullaby anybody around.
The night draws on,
and shall daybreak arrive?
None can know for sure,
but we relax and sleep,
and accept whatever life shall serve us.

Meh.