5 minute poetry - Page 117

Cloud Strife · 07-04-2005, 05:43 AM

One sunny Sunday afternoon, in a faraway old town,
It was right there, in that town square, a Duel was duly bound.
It was for honor of another, as one so plainly put it,
Though it is known, and has been shown, that honor had mistook it.

The one proclaiming defenses was the newest of the three,
The oldest one would just have none of the youngest's fervent plea.
The middle one, the only girl, sat on the side, looking on,
As old and young, with sharpened tounge, threw verbal insults in a song.

The crowd around these two now grew as tempers flared so fiercely,
And soon they spelled for them, by yell, why they simply gazed so steely.
A stolen heart, the adult claimed, while he had been away,
The girl looked down, straight at the ground, unsure of what to say.

The boys would not just sit around and banter all day long,
So finally it came to be that both their swords were drawn.
A wave of gasps, along with shock, was sent throughout the crowd,
As both of them moved 'round each other, neither backing down.

The girl watched in deep despair as both the men prepared,
Silent, she stayed, her mind unswayed by the two for which she cared.
A steely gaze between the two was held four moments more,
Then finally, the tension freed itself as they moved to warn.

A streak of movement, a clash of steel; the duel had now begun,
The men were at the center of the square beneath the sun.
They pushed away each other's swords, steel shining so brightly,
Then in he came, the young one's aim at the oldest of the three.

The slice was blocked with expert care, as one could plainly see,
The old looked down upon the young; fighting won't be easy...
The young one's strength was winning out over the elder's parry,
The older one was not yet done, and pushed against, quite wary.

Silent still, she couldn't move, nor think of what to do,
And watched while frozen, unaware that neither one was true.
But all believed that in the end, there would be some bloodshed,
And that whoever won would be the one to take the other's head.

{End of part one}

BlackMageGirl! · 07-06-2005, 06:50 PM

Blooming in winter retreat
Underneath the summer skys
Full, this flower, Dragon flame
That snaps in the wind of the storm

All seasons it goes through
Though harsh were the frosts (so recent!)
Wilt a little, fades a little
Bows in the face of the cold

Come again, the hanging sun
Burns away the dark
Calm again, cool again
It's still there, full bloom.

Funka Genocide · 07-07-2005, 08:57 AM

make peace with what you'll never know
the scent of her up close
the feel, the pull, so desperate
and watch her as she goes

you let loose so easily
your grasp so weak and faithless
a word, her name and endless fears
so many ways to say this

a cowards place is alone
so safe without an enemy
useless, battered, insencere
illness without remedy

without her hands to lead you on
lost in worthless arms
and crippled, limping fool you are
still thinking of her charms

for what its worth I love you still
your tragedies and all
hopeless, dashing, wonderful
still waiting for that call

and so he walked toward Bethlehem, waiting to be born. A saviors life ahead and still, we stop and gaze around. My stars, my stars. My heavens splendor. And though I die in many days, I take with me this beauty.

BlackMageGirl! · 07-14-2005, 04:51 PM

What tale is told among the headlands
That sweeps across oh so swiftly?

That one so tired, so great
Arises from the ocean deep
Eye made of purest corundum
Voice like wind-upon-water
That flares the sapphire blue hills
Into frothing towers of whitefire?

And what messenger am I?
To travel this salt-soaked desert
My walnut shell bobbing along
Mourning the view of heavens lost eyes
(Gods emotions strewn across velvet..)

Pushed, hurried, turned around again
It continues on, like a sentence never begun
Sea-tossed fury, matching mine own eyes
Newly awakened, but sorely tried
Answers fleeting...

Should I drift? (it takes me away...)
Should I wait? (ride out, green my guide...)
Should I stop? (Dark, but not unknown...)
Or, the one choice left. (To take control...)

***RaiRai*** · 07-15-2005, 01:26 AM

Sheer
so absolute
I fall mute
in the presence of her

eyes that gaze
the misty haze
that guides light and voices
to their graves

bear down
overcome
I'll walk and not run
to linger by her side
and talk for a while
amazed by her smile
walk hand in hand

destiny
looks like a dream
perfect, supreme
as she takes up her role
the parade follows through
from the earth to the earth
I'm past my worth

yet she'll smile at me
and lead me to freedom
I'm not afraid
as she leads me to shade
and waves me goodbye
with a tear in her eye

Lycanthrope · 07-15-2005, 01:33 AM

It is to wake up in the morning
and as the visions of sleep recede
words creep through them
seep through them
falling into place
Like the stones in go
A masterful picture in words

As it is with the song.
That fully orchestrated masterpiece
that plays through my head some nights
on the verge of sleep

And I cry silent tears for both
knowing full well
that these moments of inspiration
will soon be lost
are now lost
forgotten.
Leaving only a ghost in their passage
and the knowledge
that something great
has passed to nothing.

Cloud Strife · 07-16-2005, 01:17 AM

With all the blantant imagery,
And all the strengthened synergy,
The one who stands in misery
Stands quietly, alone.

While others gather energy,
Still smiling in their reverie,
Almost looking heavenly,
He sits there like a stone.

For others walk past blissfully,
Dreaming dreams so whistfully,
While he stains his shirt so fully
That he's chilled right to the bone.

And all around him, merrily,
People find that, verily,
No one walks as warily
As those that walk alone.

ArchAngel · 07-16-2005, 12:09 PM

A little something I dedicated to my class...

(To the tune of American Idiot)

Don't want to be an 8th Grade idiot
The whole thing just aint great
It leaves your mind in a poor mental state
It's simply hell, fuck 8th Grade

Stupidity's on parade
All during this idotic grade
Where nothing seems to be ok
Upskirt pictures of thongs
The whole damn thing's just wrong
How can anyone survive?

Maybe I'm the fag in 8th Grade
I'm not a part of Eckes' adgenda
She's always kind of stuck up
And to the teachers she's a massive suck up

Stupidity's on parade
All during this idotic grade
Where nothing seems to be ok
Crazy, moronic IMs
The whole grade seems like Hell
How can anyone survive?

Don't want to be an 8th Grade Idiot
One grade controlled by immaturity
The boys need neutering and the girls to be spayed
In this Idiotic 8th Grade

Stupidity's on parade
All during this idotic grade
Where nothing seems to be ok
Death pictures drawn by students
The whole freakin' grade is ludicrous
How can anyone survive?

Red Fighter 1073 · 07-26-2005, 12:48 PM

this is a little rap i made:

(to the tune of Mos Def-"Mathematics")

like cats i got nine lives
when im mowed down by a few knives
hell yeah my everlasting body survives
why is that when a person makes a rhyme
there is another commited crime at the same time
while filthy rich capitalists are livin great
others are tryin to live in conditions that devastate
lying in wait, for that one food crate

how can 6th graders rock you at playstation
but not even know how to spell "abdication"
four MCs murdered in the last four years
the death rate so fast, you cant shed any tears
people constantly living in fear
of the murderers and thugs that are livin up here

tons of soldiers killed in the war in Iraq
people crying for those who arent coming back
so much death and bloodshed, its hard to keep track
the iraqis are always afraid of another bomb attack
well, it seems like bombs and murder are everyday norm
any nation that aint like that then will soon conform

damn..and i was hopin this could fit in my sig..

Red Fighter 1073 · 07-28-2005, 06:46 PM

im sorry for the double post, but i came up with another rap that i really wanted to share. this time its about love. the thing i like most about it, is that with an hour to spare i made this poem, so that it would fit to a beat made by "Talib Kweli". so actually, i guess you could call this a song..

here is what i think of when i hear the word "love"
its something that is really very hard to speak of
the thing i know about our love
is that itll never end, its something ill never let go of
i love the way you walk
the way you talk
the way you rock
but theres more i can think of
more than all of above

whenever you get mellow ill be right by your side
ill comfort you with pretty words that i will provide
i dont care who knows about our love, girl
ill make it completely known all worldwide
oh man, the things ill always do for you girl
just listen and it will all unfurl

whenever i think of you my heart skips a beat
without you in my life it feels so incomplete
your words are like sunshine
in the neverstop rain
you are so amazing, its almost insane
its no wonder that you are so very fine
i just know that im glad that you are mine

i really really wanna let you know
that our love, itll never stop
itll constantly grow
if i could measure how much i love you
in digits and numbers
the answer would be 10 billion and 2
and that aint untrue
whenever you need someone to talk to
ill always be there for you
though we might be apart
just remember i love you (x5)

07-04-2005, 05:43 AM	#1161
Cloud Strife Stranger in a strange land. Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Walla Walla, WA. Posts: 2,846	Duel, part one One sunny Sunday afternoon, in a faraway old town, It was right there, in that town square, a Duel was duly bound. It was for honor of another, as one so plainly put it, Though it is known, and has been shown, that honor had mistook it. The one proclaiming defenses was the newest of the three, The oldest one would just have none of the youngest's fervent plea. The middle one, the only girl, sat on the side, looking on, As old and young, with sharpened tounge, threw verbal insults in a song. The crowd around these two now grew as tempers flared so fiercely, And soon they spelled for them, by yell, why they simply gazed so steely. A stolen heart, the adult claimed, while he had been away, The girl looked down, straight at the ground, unsure of what to say. The boys would not just sit around and banter all day long, So finally it came to be that both their swords were drawn. A wave of gasps, along with shock, was sent throughout the crowd, As both of them moved 'round each other, neither backing down. The girl watched in deep despair as both the men prepared, Silent, she stayed, her mind unswayed by the two for which she cared. A steely gaze between the two was held four moments more, Then finally, the tension freed itself as they moved to warn. A streak of movement, a clash of steel; the duel had now begun, The men were at the center of the square beneath the sun. They pushed away each other's swords, steel shining so brightly, Then in he came, the young one's aim at the oldest of the three. The slice was blocked with expert care, as one could plainly see, The old looked down upon the young; fighting won't be easy... The young one's strength was winning out over the elder's parry, The older one was not yet done, and pushed against, quite wary. Silent still, she couldn't move, nor think of what to do, And watched while frozen, unaware that neither one was true. But all believed that in the end, there would be some bloodshed, And that whoever won would be the one to take the other's head. {End of part one} Last edited by Cloud Strife; 07-04-2005 at 05:46 AM.

07-06-2005, 06:50 PM	#1162
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	Blooming in winter retreat Underneath the summer skys Full, this flower, Dragon flame That snaps in the wind of the storm All seasons it goes through Though harsh were the frosts (so recent!) Wilt a little, fades a little Bows in the face of the cold Come again, the hanging sun Burns away the dark Calm again, cool again It's still there, full bloom. Last edited by BlackMageGirl!; 07-07-2005 at 08:14 PM.

07-07-2005, 08:57 AM	#1163
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	Note to Self make peace with what you'll never know the scent of her up close the feel, the pull, so desperate and watch her as she goes you let loose so easily your grasp so weak and faithless a word, her name and endless fears so many ways to say this a cowards place is alone so safe without an enemy useless, battered, insencere illness without remedy without her hands to lead you on lost in worthless arms and crippled, limping fool you are still thinking of her charms for what its worth I love you still your tragedies and all hopeless, dashing, wonderful still waiting for that call and so he walked toward Bethlehem, waiting to be born. A saviors life ahead and still, we stop and gaze around. My stars, my stars. My heavens splendor. And though I die in many days, I take with me this beauty.

07-15-2005, 01:26 AM	#1165
*RaiRai* Check mate. Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Down your pants. Posts: 2,210	Sheer so absolute I fall mute in the presence of her eyes that gaze the misty haze that guides light and voices to their graves bear down overcome I'll walk and not run to linger by her side and talk for a while amazed by her smile walk hand in hand destiny looks like a dream perfect, supreme as she takes up her role the parade follows through from the earth to the earth I'm past my worth yet she'll smile at me and lead me to freedom I'm not afraid as she leads me to shade and waves me goodbye with a tear in her eye __________________ I AM FURIOUS

07-15-2005, 01:33 AM	#1166
Lycanthrope Deus Lupus Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: The City of Angels Posts: 2,925	It is to wake up in the morning and as the visions of sleep recede words creep through them seep through them falling into place Like the stones in go A masterful picture in words As it is with the song. That fully orchestrated masterpiece that plays through my head some nights on the verge of sleep And I cry silent tears for both knowing full well that these moments of inspiration will soon be lost are now lost forgotten. Leaving only a ghost in their passage and the knowledge that something great has passed to nothing. __________________ "With these seven easy steps, you, too, can be the authoritarian despot of your own principality. Machiavelli, your road to happiness" "I shoot Flying Monkies!" "Christmas had it coming its what it gets for taking over thanksgiving and threatening halloween with its weapons of mass consumerism" "Death to All Fanatics!" Official RP Action God Lycanthropic Poem "FOR YOU THE CAKE IS OVER. YOU HAVE REACHED THE END OF CAKE." -Death Krylo and BMG are apparently my bitches.

07-14-2005, 04:51 PM	#1164
BlackMageGirl! Oh hi! :D Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Currently in reality! Posts: 2,688	What tale is told among the headlands That sweeps across oh so swiftly? That one so tired, so great Arises from the ocean deep Eye made of purest corundum Voice like wind-upon-water That flares the sapphire blue hills Into frothing towers of whitefire? And what messenger am I? To travel this salt-soaked desert My walnut shell bobbing along Mourning the view of heavens lost eyes (Gods emotions strewn across velvet..) Pushed, hurried, turned around again It continues on, like a sentence never begun Sea-tossed fury, matching mine own eyes Newly awakened, but sorely tried Answers fleeting... Should I drift? (it takes me away...) Should I wait? (ride out, green my guide...) Should I stop? (Dark, but not unknown...) Or, the one choice left. (To take control...)

07-16-2005, 01:17 AM	#1167
Cloud Strife Stranger in a strange land. Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Walla Walla, WA. Posts: 2,846	With all the blantant imagery, And all the strengthened synergy, The one who stands in misery Stands quietly, alone. While others gather energy, Still smiling in their reverie, Almost looking heavenly, He sits there like a stone. For others walk past blissfully, Dreaming dreams so whistfully, While he stains his shirt so fully That he's chilled right to the bone. And all around him, merrily, People find that, verily, No one walks as warily As those that walk alone. __________________ You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.

07-16-2005, 12:09 PM	#1168
ArchAngel Fighter angel! Join Date: Mar 2005 Location: On Earth Posts: 12	A little something I dedicated to my class... (To the tune of American Idiot) Don't want to be an 8th Grade idiot The whole thing just aint great It leaves your mind in a poor mental state It's simply hell, fuck 8th Grade Stupidity's on parade All during this idotic grade Where nothing seems to be ok Upskirt pictures of thongs The whole damn thing's just wrong How can anyone survive? Maybe I'm the fag in 8th Grade I'm not a part of Eckes' adgenda She's always kind of stuck up And to the teachers she's a massive suck up Stupidity's on parade All during this idotic grade Where nothing seems to be ok Crazy, moronic IMs The whole grade seems like Hell How can anyone survive? Don't want to be an 8th Grade Idiot One grade controlled by immaturity The boys need neutering and the girls to be spayed In this Idiotic 8th Grade Stupidity's on parade All during this idotic grade Where nothing seems to be ok Death pictures drawn by students The whole freakin' grade is ludicrous How can anyone survive? __________________ "Because I'm a freak"--my answer to a third grader asking why I was only wearing one sock.

07-26-2005, 12:48 PM	#1169
Red Fighter 1073 Rocky Wrench Join Date: Apr 2005 Posts: 1,351	this is a little rap i made: (to the tune of Mos Def-"Mathematics") like cats i got nine lives when im mowed down by a few knives hell yeah my everlasting body survives why is that when a person makes a rhyme there is another commited crime at the same time while filthy rich capitalists are livin great others are tryin to live in conditions that devastate lying in wait, for that one food crate how can 6th graders rock you at playstation but not even know how to spell "abdication" four MCs murdered in the last four years the death rate so fast, you cant shed any tears people constantly living in fear of the murderers and thugs that are livin up here tons of soldiers killed in the war in Iraq people crying for those who arent coming back so much death and bloodshed, its hard to keep track the iraqis are always afraid of another bomb attack well, it seems like bombs and murder are everyday norm any nation that aint like that then will soon conform damn..and i was hopin this could fit in my sig.. __________________ My Sprite Sheet/Mafia Roles

07-28-2005, 06:46 PM	#1170
Red Fighter 1073 Rocky Wrench Join Date: Apr 2005 Posts: 1,351	im sorry for the double post, but i came up with another rap that i really wanted to share. this time its about love. the thing i like most about it, is that with an hour to spare i made this poem, so that it would fit to a beat made by "Talib Kweli". so actually, i guess you could call this a song.. here is what i think of when i hear the word "love" its something that is really very hard to speak of the thing i know about our love is that itll never end, its something ill never let go of i love the way you walk the way you talk the way you rock but theres more i can think of more than all of above whenever you get mellow ill be right by your side ill comfort you with pretty words that i will provide i dont care who knows about our love, girl ill make it completely known all worldwide oh man, the things ill always do for you girl just listen and it will all unfurl whenever i think of you my heart skips a beat without you in my life it feels so incomplete your words are like sunshine in the neverstop rain you are so amazing, its almost insane its no wonder that you are so very fine i just know that im glad that you are mine i really really wanna let you know that our love, itll never stop itll constantly grow if i could measure how much i love you in digits and numbers the answer would be 10 billion and 2 and that aint untrue whenever you need someone to talk to ill always be there for you though we might be apart just remember i love you (x5) __________________ My Sprite Sheet/Mafia Roles Last edited by Red Fighter 1073; 10-30-2005 at 08:33 PM.