5 minute poetry

[Thaumaturge]

A very quick one...

Conjuration

A shadow flickers on the wall,
A torchflame burns the last of its fuel,
A man stands nervously before the circle,
Incanting over the still red pool,

He finishes his spell,
Stands breathlessly, waiting,
And the small red pool,
Begins to move.

His spells have opened the way
His lifesblood has given the energy,
His words have chosen the summoned,
But his charm cannot hold it.

The torchlight burns down,
The shadows swallow the last of the room,
The man is not there,
But he did not leave.

[BlackMageGirl!]

This one has no emotion, it's all pretty words. Still, enjoy.

"Subdued"

It rains, so slowly the droplets fall
They wash out the tears in my eyes
I let the water downpour wash over me
Hoping that I too will be cleansed...

And I, the hopeless dreamer
Always strays off the right path
Just because it seems pretty
Strewn with roses, blood red

Maybe if the rain is not enough
I shall turn to the river
It should provide solace
For my troubled heart

And even though I dive beneath the glassy surface
And swim so hard, faster, faster...
My breath coming short, I resurface
Still feeling as lost as ever....

If the river doesn't satisfy me
(And what ever will, little one?)
I shall turn to the grey sea
To give me strength to move on...

The sea, I walk slowly towards it
The waves crash on the sand
Roaring silently, quiet defiance
I walk as if in a dream....

The sister moon, reflection seen here
Broken, ever broken, scattered pieces of light
I cup my hands, to capture that forbidden light
Could that bring me the peace I seek?

The light fades, the cloud banks
Cover the false pretender, the mirror
Of the suns glory, his brilliance surrendered
To the stars that shine above....

I continue into the salty barrier
My breath coming short
This is what I needed
A respite from this tiring life....

Then something inside of me
Cries out, it won't let me go
(You can't do this! Don't leave!)
I hesistate, dare I answer?

And as an answer
The salted water falls down my cheeks
I sob, once more aware of my surroundings
I can't do this, I can't give it all up

I walk back slowly from her grip
The mother sea whispers her farewell
And I walk back to where I belong
My place....what I have forgotten

[icythaco]

I wrote this piece with the purpose of making amends for my last poetic failure. This might seem kind of depressing, but despite that I still had fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it…
Edit: This might seem a bit jumbled because it has no stanzas, but bear with me...

Forsaken Times

They say that the only way to succeed on the road of life
Is to learn from your past mistakes…
But what if you got lost in the maze of your own shortcomings?
What if you could not escape the grid of endless errors,
The ever-growing matrix of your previous failures?...
I search for answers in the dark caverns and chasms of my past,
But find only the shadows of deep silence,
Resounding throughout these night-filled recesses, a suffocating tide of velvet.
My ears, starving and straining in turn in this soundlessly-choked atmosphere,
Devour my footsteps like Ambrosia, but these insubstantial noises are not sufficient.
Whispers of logic rebound, lacking feeling, substance, shape,
Neither remorse nor joy exist in this dark corner of the mind.
These halls are dead, the passages, endless,
The shadowed rooms contain only echoes.
I wander aimlessly from one deserted chamber to the next.
But I will find no Minotaur here, for better or for worse,
For nothing dwells in this place save the hard stone of truth: unbiased and cold,
So as I journey onward and nowhere, I recall only the events, not the emotions,
Only the situations, not the feelings,
Only the external, never the internal,
Where each path is as unlikely as the next…
To rekindle my hope, I have only one thought to look to -
The future:: bitter, joyous, wistful, dark, ominous, passionate;
Fateful and fatal all at once.
This is the far-off light at the end of the tunnel,
Whose brilliance shines somewhere on the border between hope and despair…
This is where insanity and logic become so different, so polarized,
That they begin to leave the spectrum altogether,
And emerge again like a dark phoenix from the ashes, as one and the same.
The light in this logistical madness is akin to a tongue of flame:
Both attainable, almost within my grasp, its presence nearly tangible,
And yet so untouchable, like movement out of the corner of one’s eye,
Seeming to laugh at my fruitless attempts at escape, and mock my vain hope,
My only ball of thread in this labyrinth of time-scorned history . . .

[Cloud Strife]

Two people, good friends,
Their friendship won't end,
They both know each other,
And the other one's lover.

Both good friends, and nothing more,
Both knew of the other's lore,
Both knew that they should have stopped,
Both did nothing, their guard dropped.

It suddenly happened, there wasn't a test,
Their tongues stopped moving, their lips doing the rest.
A single spark emanates from this meeting,
And the spark was there, even if only fleeting.

A sudden regret, for lack of restraint,
Now neither one's holy, no longer the saints.
This meeting kept most secret now,
The only question would be how?

[Technocrack]

This poem is dedicated to two special people. They know who they are.

Sad memories, surfacing, growing inside,
I said I was fine, unfortunately, I lied.
This dark pit grew within, a black hole of sorrow,
It pulled me in, I would see no tomorrow.
As I fell, I looked up, saw a dim light,
It grew brighter; a pair of hands was banishing the night.
As I watched, the pair was joined by another,
Both reaching for me, refusing to be smothered.
In desperation, I reached out, cried out in pain,
My voice was silenced by the crash of black rain.
The dark seemed too strong, my saviors had lost,
But the hands returned, they would save me at any cost.
I remembered my promise, my solemn vow,
"I will take on your role, someday, somehow."
With renewed strength, I reached out to the hands,
Grasped them, remembering his final command.
"Live for others, no matter the cost,
If hate consumes you, then all will be lost."
With one final heave, I exited the hole,
Turned to the two who had rescued my soul.
One was a woman, a commander of time magic,
One was a man, his life had been tragic.
Both had taken the time to care for me,
And I will return the favor, eventually.

[icythaco]

Nice Poem, Cloud Strife. I liked it because it was simple, yet had alot of depth to it...here's a poem I came up with on a spur of the moment:
Edit: Darn, Technocrack, you were too fast for me. By the way, your poem's also very well-written...

Phantasm
As I sit here, by myself,
My mind drifts to shadowed thoughts,
Of creatures fatal to my health,
That I should never have been taught.

The twi-lit sky seems to darken,
Stars' light weakens through my panes,
To all small sounds I'm forced to harken,
An endless cycle of frightened shame.

The empty house, filled with naught,
Seems to tax my nervous soul,
The silence: echos what's been fought,
The shade-filled doorway, a gaping hole.

The creak of floorboards, in my mind,
Becomes the foot-steps of the dead
The muted rustle of broken blinds
Takes strange forms within my head.

And as I type these very words,
A sillohuette against the light
Appears like whispers, barely heard,
To fill my soul with fear-wrought night.

As I slowly turn my head,
The shades of twilight leave my view,
The spectral shape seems to've fled,
And with it things I thought I knew.

The creaking floorboards, the shadowed tasks,
All hide what's already known:
These apparations are just masks
For the fact that I'm alone.

[BlackMageGirl!]

What do all of these empty words mean?
It's all just repetition
A sad play, an audition
Pitying, I type them down
Quietly, devoid of sound
No reason to need them from what I've seen.

He thinks himself the victim, no one cares
He feels slighted
Practically short sighted
He cannot see beyond himself
What he has, his own wealth
He wonders why no one else is there...

Clinging, smothering, demanding more
My shadow he follows
Without me he's hollow
How much more can I take?
Still afraid, another mistake
I promised not to close that door...

It is not my charge, not my mission
He should be moving forward
A life goal to be working toward
Keep going forth, keep moving on
Self pity your life shouldn't be wasted upon
The real things in life is what he is missin'

[Squishy Cheeks]

Get over yourself

Father forgive me for what I do,
Also I hope he forgives you too,
Always walking around acting the fool,
Pretending you are so cool,
You spit your lyrics, aggrandizing you,
Here’s some info for you to chew.

I’m know you don’t want me here,
I fill you with dread and fear,
You need to clean out your ear,
Who was the first one over here?
Of us I was the first one here.
And I am going no where

Get over yourself,
You are not worth my concern,
Stay out of my life,

Tell yourself what you need to,
But the only one it hurts is you,
Join the real, it won’t hurt to do,

America Today

God bless our country, home of the brave,
We fight to protect our land of the free,
While people try to fuck it up,
and hurt people like you and me.

But all that was Americas past,
Back then, it was the golden years,
Everyone prospired and contributed,
and the citizens had no fears.

Today, the media runs the country,
along with movies, radio, and TV.
Politicions lie everyday making promises,
but they never reach me.

(this was quick, and if it sucks, go ahead and say it)

[Lycanthrope]

This was inspired by a four note phrase in Aaron Copland's "Appalachian Spring"

A simple phrase
Four notes and two chords
Describes true love
As no romantic air could ever show
Not the passion of star-crossed lovers
No, not that lust and madness
But the little things of love that are
The knowing smiles and gleeming eyes.
Anticipate each other’s every need
To forgive eachother's every fault
And know that eternity will be spent
Not in her fervent arms
But holding her hand in yours
With eyes open to the world
To face life’s challenges together
Not a glorious prospect
A simple vision, a humble wish
But oh!
So beautiful
So beautiful
So beautiful…