5 minute poetry

[Cloud Strife]

You and your dark poems, Squall. =Þ Here's another of mine. ^^

"The Burning Path"

A burning path, with ice inside,
One more failure, I will not ride.
I'll have to walk the burning path,
And face the cold's unnerving wrath.

The burning pain, the numbing cold,
All of this had been foretold.
I grimace through it all the while,
Just another hellish trial.

My life's temptations set before me,
Drinking, drugs, things abhorring,
Calling to me; give up the fight!
Ignore it, stick with what is right.

The burning path now starts to clear,
See all the things I hold most dear,
My love, my family, and my friends,
I see this burning path's own end.

They welcome me with open arms,
They're all real; no false alarms.
Finally at the end of the path,
I made it through; look back and laugh.

[BlackMageGirl!]

One spider sits among it's web
Spinning each and every strand
Though this pretty inspiration
Of woven delight has it's own purpose

And it observes other peoples threads
Connections and conversations
Of interwoven thoughts and dreams
They move together and bare themselves
Open to the sorrows of the world

Personified is this arachnid
Who's name itself proclaims arrogance
The very descendent that argued
with the gods themselves

Surviving the day at hand
The spider relies on others to live
It takes and some say it doesn't give
Except a show of it's woven masterpiece

Much like people do everyday
They take and some say don't give
Except the one thing that we all have
The tapestry of life we create
One day at a time.

[icythaco]

Hey, nice work BMG!

Vowels:

irresponsible, illogical, and insubstantial:
all ascend into advocations of insight,
intolerable idiocracy, and ovacious utterings.

intense adolencent increments
insinuate our overally ignorant ideas,
outsourcing individualistic abstractions.

Enviromental oglicharies
elevate evangilists into opulent opponents
of argumentative epiphanies.

[Edit: Try saying that 10x fast!]

[BlackMageGirl!]

(I tried icythaco....that hurt my tongue @_@)

Quite puzzled I am by this
This one man has shown his face
Arrogant, pompous, always right
He was punished for his false pride

And his leave of absence
Ended, he came back to the world
Mingled in the crowd and decided
To not forcefully voice his views

Such a strange thing this is
For even though it is known
That you can change yourself
Never was it done this quickly

Has he changed? Is this real?
Did he lose that mask of false conceit?
Or rather, is this a mask of itself
And now he wants to 'fit in'
With everyone else?

This I have yet to figure out
Maybe I just didn't look deep enough
Was I just seeing that mask
And not the person behind it?

[RaiRai]

Vulture

The vulture lands to pick apart its prey,
Crimson envy lurking as the feathers spray,
Vicious little creature whos eyes roll to black,
Claws rip into flesh as the whip begins to crack,
Crack, whip, crack and let the blood flow free,
Spiteful little vermin that cannot even see,
Cackles as the blood spatters on the ground,
Dry desert wanderer seeking to be found,
Now nothing but a corpse in a sea of sand,
Tried to find its way through the bitter hostile land,
But met with uncertain and possible doom
Waited as the thunder clouds overhead did loom
And the rains came crashing down, a thousand a time
Took to her wings, to find her home sublime
but burnt by the lightning, their perch now destroyed
Destined to fly forever, in this sandy void
No longer will the prey fall foul of your sweet game
You'll never feast upon their flesh, never ever again
And as you lay their dying, rain upon your beak
You'll wish you never touched them, as your end you meet.

[icythaco]

Now who could you be talking about, BMG? *rolls eyes sarcastically*

Voices:

-change is an abomination-
-but keep in mind the degridation-
-we just want things to remain as they were-
-change is the key to our survival-
-I disagree, what about taking comfort in-
-no, we don't, that is just an illusion-
-but without change the world cannot-
-don't go there, it will lead to-
-no it won't, to adapt is in our nature-
-but what we really want is for tomorrow to be the same as yesterday-
-without adapting, our extinction is imminent-
-humanity resists change, sometimes forcefully-
-they must learn to change, or be left behind-
-you cannot convince them to go against their-
-but change doesn't happen in one generation: it happens every generation-
-once they grow up, they'll resist change too-
-but each one tries to rebel from their parents, so each generation is always a little-
-difference is not what I'm against, just the-
-the time of sameness is over, we are due for a little difference-
-but the world is not ready
-it's over, you can't stop the oncoming-
-We cannot stop-
-the tide of-
-the storm of-
-change-
-change-

[Lost in Time]

Ok, My girlfriend said that I could post her poems, so I'll post some of them. She wrote this one this morning after finding out her parents said that she couldn't come and stay with me during the Christmas Break.

Don't Touch Me:

All because of you
My Dream can't come true
I wanted to be with the one I love
I even looked for a sign from above
You don't understand
What it feels like to hold your heart in your hand
To watch your dreams rain down upon you
To watch my life turn cold heart blue
I really can't breathe
So just watch me as I leave
I'll fade away
Because you forced me to stay
You're keeping me away from the one thing I want most of all
You had me standing up now you're watching me fall
I gave you my trust
You turned it to rust
You put hope inside my heart
Now you tore it all apart
I just don't comprehend
How can you do this to me again
Betraying your own flesh and blood and life
You stabbed my dreams with a dagger knife
I'll never be able to have faith again inside
Now I'll go back to my corner and hide
Let me be
And don't touch me...

[Aeria]

I wanted to do a christmas poem.... But then there are already so many... So I ended up writing one that is kind of weird. And here it is.

Holiday shopping and holiday care, and holiday fever fills up the air.
It's Christmas eve, and all through to town, the bustle of shoppers running around.
And then all at once, as if by a spell, the stores are all closed, not the sound of a bell.
The people are go home to await the next day, where kids will awake to new toys and new play.

Uncommonly quiet, the lights are all out, and noone's awake now, noone's about.
Fat man in the sky, in a magical sleigh, lead by some reindeer, to outrun the day.
Gone like a phantom after stealing some milk, and cookies to he has managed to pilf.
Left behind are some boxes of color, and bow, within each of these yet nobody knows.

Awake early morning, the kids run downstairs, tearing through presents, a mess? Well who cares?
Then later a dinner, with all family, and silly traditions that stupify me,
And finally it comes, the time I like best, where everyone stops to just sit down and rest.
We sit by the fire and bask in its light, enjoying the moment, which lasts long into night.

[Cloud Strife]

Let's see if you can figure out who this poem is about.

Just one more tear, just one last prayer,
Her voice has lifted me; prepare.
Startling looks, wondering glance,
This kind of thing is not by chance.

In the flowerbed below,
I find myself alive, and so
I get up slowly, wince in pain,
The girl helps me, once again.

We escape, meet at her place,
We lost them clean, without a trace.
Then back to my place of rest,
On my way, she pried in jest.

This one girl; special to me,
Opened my eyes, set me free.
Across the world I will now go,
To save her from my darkest foe.

Through my sleep, a whispered word,
Said so quiet, yet still I heard
A sacrifice she would soon make,
Done for us all, the planet's sake.

That holy place, I finally reach,
Within is darkness, it's been breached.
I find her there, prayer now ending,
Something is now glowing, sending.

Her prayer's been heard by greater wills,
She smiles; destiny fulfilled.
Darkness descends, she looks at me,
Opened my eyes, and set me free.

[Slacker]

I ran a mile back at dawn
What it was from I’ll never know
The soles on my shoes kept falling off
It made me go just a little slow

I’m still not sure where to go
Been running in circles all day
I’m out of breath and feeling sick
I need somewhere where I can lay

I’ve been running in the rain
If I ever stop I’ll catch a cold
Before you know it’ll start to snow
And I’ll be running while the wind blows

I’m not running anymore
I’m not running anymore
My legs are so very sore
So I’m not running anymore

My feet feel just like stones
Gravity has taken its toll
My shoes fell off a mile back
Exhausted is my soul

No more running for me
I’m so tired I can’t breathe
The one behind me is catching up
But I don’t even care if they can see me

I don’t care anymore
I don’t care anymore
I don’t know what I was running for
So I don’t care anymore