i looked but could find a thread for this. i know it is similar to the riddles thread but i couldn't find anything for serious poems. but mods if you have to close it so be it!.

i thought it might be a good idea to have a place for us to post poems that we have written or just poems that we have read and liked them! but if it's not your poem dont take credit for it!..

i have alot of poems that i have written and want to share ...but i am at work and i cant remember mine off by heart and i want to get them right so i will just post ones i know off by heart.

this one my cousin worte...

love is like a lump of gold,
hard to get hard to hold,
of all the guys i've ever met,
your the one i cant forget,
i do believe that god above,
created you for me to love,
he picked you out of all the rest,
coz he knew that i'd love you the best,
i had a heart which once was true,
but now its gone from me to you,
take good care of it as i have done,
coz now you have two and i have none,
if your not there by judgement day,
i'll know you've gone the other way,
so i'll trade in my golden wings,
and other presious things,
just to prove my love is true,
i'll go to hell to be with you.

by kylie anne shine.

and one more. this one my mum taught me when i was young.

Mr jesus bless my daddy make him happy all his life,
and can you bless my mummy coz shes my daddys wife,
though it's most the year till chrismas and your not santa clause,
could you listen mr jesus coz what i want is yours,
i had a little sister and she slept there in that cot,
but shes not there mr jesus in her ot shes not,
last week she went away and i am not sure where she is,
grandpar said to ask dear jesus coz now our baby is his,
i ask mummy where she went but mummy only cried,
and yesterday i heard aunt jeen tell grandmar that she died,
mr jesus please i would really like her back alot,
it's only when i am on my own and barbies not in her cot,
mr jesus i have a secret that i find so hard to keep,
i have alot of mummys lollies that she take to help her sleep,
id i take the lottlies i'll sleep and sleep and sleep alot,
and wake up and christmas and find barbie in her cot,
mr jesus thay taste bitter and the light is turning black,
i can see mummy crying over me saying she wants he babies back.

it's so sad...but thats the ones i know of by heart...i will post them latter.

Love for him by rain storm


Love is a terrible yet
beautiful thing.Your love
for your boyfriend masked your
love for your bestfriend.
I guess this is a battle that can't
be won,a war i just lost.
You choose him over me and you
said you don't like me so
i guess it's over i' crying boo-who
and you'll be to when he
dumps you.And when he dose you'll
be running back and i'll
be gone that's a fact.So you need to
accept your mistake and
take it back before it's to late.

Finally a forum for stuff like this. If possible could somebody please leave some feed back on these poems?


You and Me
Ice cold blood running through our veins
Going insane without any shame
Life passes through our eyes
Sorting through past lies
We sit alone but together we fall
For the shame of this world will kill us all
My padded room won’t save me now
Start the count down
3… 2… 1…
For the lives we live are deaths we create
We listen to nothing
For this death sates




We try too Hard

We want to be the most wanted
the most loved
the least haunted
We want to be all above
We want to be the best
The ruler of all
We want to beat the rest
We don't want to have to call
We try to hard to hard to be accepted, to be loved, and respected
But in my heart I know that...
"To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world"


Both of these were written by me.


Fawkes

Well all of the poems are brilliant but the one that struck me the most was You and Me by FawkesthePhoenix. It is so true and a great lesson for life. Your first one is too depressing for me. Used to listen and read depressing things all the time so I don't like it now. I have a Harry Potter one on fanfiction.net along with my H-Hr fic and D-H fic. But I will copy the poem now.

Achieving the Smile

You wake me up, I cannot see
The light from where I should be
It hurts so much, I can't go back
To where it hurts and all goes black
My Parents death, I cannot tell
It hurts so much, it feels like hell
That night I was scarred, so much so
The man who hurt me, and feelings low
He killed my parents, when I was one
What more could he do, when he was gone
But I was fourteen, when he came back
And made all the happiness erase to black
My friends are beside me, united we stand
All together, the love and friendship we land
United together, we will succeed,
To bring back happiness which we all need
Through difficult times, that happiness leaks
Back into our hearts, and hopes where we seek
Through all that evil we still are good
And always will be the way we should
The man who has commited, these terrible things
To evil to name, and the evil it brings
Will one day be destroyed by the power of love
Which is all around us, flying from dove to dove
Inside us all, burning bright
Even through the dark of night
Is love we share, through history the mile
So we can once again try achieving the smile
My name is Harry Potter, who writes this rhyme
And vow to kill Voldemort from space and time
With the help of my friends and the ones I love
We will overcome evil, and embrace the love.

What do you think?

Wow, that was really good james. You are a great writer you know? And about mine, was that a compliment? I really couldn't tell


Fawkes

Yes it was a compliment Fawkes, it struck me the most and is my favourite so far. But I am sorry to say that I wasn't so keen on your other one because it is too depressing to me but it is a good poem. Wow you think I am a good writer If you wanna read my fics lol just tell me.

Oh, thanks, my stuff has never been anyone's favorite. And yeah sure I would love to read your fic.


Fawkes

WoW, these poems are really good!...i like them all...some are depressing but really really well written. i like We try too Hard and obviously the harry potter one!...i have another one now that i wrote its a Really serious subject to write a poem about...but i had to write it for a womens rights magazine the begining of this year and i think we should put out awareness for people on this subject.

Rape.

how could you take it? that special thing in me,
the memory of this, is all i ever see,
you didnt even ask for it, you took it by force,
i hope your happy i hate life and it's natural course,
i begged you to stop knowing that you wouldn't,
but to give up fighting, is something i just couldn't,
afterwards lying there, wishing i was dead,
my heart felt cold and heavy like it was made of lead,
now my body is just an empty shell,
doesnt matter i'll move on, but you'll go to hell.

by me.

i will put a really happy one on here latter to make thing brighten up but i cant at the moment.

Wow, lozza, that was very well written. It makes you really think. You write very well on here. That was very good.

Fawkes

All these poems are Great! I hope you enjoy this one.......


Untitled by Rain

Feeling so fake
but pleased with everyone
around,Dying inside i won't
make a sound.

Living this life,
that will never be real
sick of lying,
pain is all i feel.

You left me here once.
Tear-filled and all alone.
Memories of us kill me,
but i'm the olny one still singing our song.

But just when i try to leave,
Your there holding me near.
We both know that this is fake,
But being without you i still fear.

I know it's a game,
You just need the security.
I say i still love you,
But what can you belive.

Honestly i'm depressed.I'll post more soon...

Rain, its very strippeed, but don't harm yourslef in your writing. you merely need to throw yourself forward.

Follow me, I'll fall with you.

This split-decision
one last chance.
The last night, one more time.
as we fall, we fall together, close
take hold the sails now,
and and pull them closer to the shore.
put your breath on hold.

Clasp clasp clasp, your hand within mine,
and grasp grasp grasp it, like a last lifeline!
and after this we're just before, and after this were nothing more, we're nothing more, we're nothing more...Than sailors astray


horizon, just in store, for us.
Just us.
as we want it.
as we fall. as we sink below the ocean floor,
as we want it, as we fall.
we fall on down.


Clasp clasp clasp, your hand within mine,
and grasp grasp grasp it, like a last lifeline!
and after this we're just before, and after this were nothing more, we're nothing more, we're nothing more... lets sail away


hindsight swirls, blackened, round and round.
hold me tight, like that time.
in the seas, when we sat, and played.
innocently.
so innocently.
Flooding.

Clasp clasp clasp, your hand within mine,
and grasp grasp grasp it, like a last lifeline!
and after this we're just before, and after this were nothing more, we're nothing more, we're nothing more... again


it all is dark, before the light,
reach out reach out,
the stars are catchable out, in this place.
Now just one more time, and I promise love,
I'll see your soul tonight.


UNTITLED

Dirt sky, flashing white, I can taste the air. The mouth runs cold this time, I feel small hands clasp into mine, Im all alone, and starting forward, air fills my lungs destiny is just a death, just a hopeless one
Said these window panes would keep the world away, but through these cracks I guess the cold will drive you in
Black. Coarse rubbing, against my skin. The creatures, ones able to survive. The blast. Just left to give. All hope has fell, onto the floor. And needlessly, I picked it up, and held my breath again
crawl, forward, as the winds, they take you in. graying dust, clipping your flesh, from the skin. Beg, for water, as the sand, it chokes you again. Breathe, now, or for sure the end is at best.
one more rock you said, one more hand. Blood is only mortal, as is just pain. I speak for all who lost their way, that you have been the sent. The few, the chosen, the guide. Lead us to them. And we shall overcome. The dark.

Accountabate, Sensible

Rejection. Rejection. The Elect, Hit the Broken, Those Forsaken, see them different, as the savior.

tides flash wide, crash my heart.

Height. Temprance. falsify my heart. no. falsify my heart.
But in the static, Miracales rain forth, scarred horsemen will cry, "deception is constructive"

Look at the heart, lord, no, look at the heart, look at the heart lord

before our eyes roll back. into the broken forth.


there yah go!

-- Thomas

Not In This World.

she can't grow up in a world like this.
got too many tongues & they all twist.
bloody ceilings offer some hope
catching stars, jumping rope.
its not at all candyland here
nor a boat that she can steer
follow the leaves in a haze of seas
drift along and please say please
young ones tromp all over dreams
wide awake with silent screams
rhyming misses miserable mishaps
falling in love, clawing in bear traps
futuristic kisses jump on sticks
top hats are used for more than hat tricks
she cant live in a world like ours
turning over and crashing cars.
its not all roses from prince charming
dashing, disturbing and a little alarming
group fears meld into group dares
rolling fingers and tasting her hair
fishing out courage before the bait takes
too bad, they're all in it for the hate
grasping and gasping for breath
mister came from the closet with the rest
it can be hopeful or a bit scary
it will be fruitful and all the more merry
ending up grave digging all night long
its too late, we're all just...gone
she died in a world like Hell
nobody even knew her that well
catching up and faking love
truths told and a boxing glove
showered us all in tomorrow
here, take it, its her heart i'll borrow.....

I still love all these poems but i don't get what stripped means but thats how most of my poems are.
I'll post some poems later.

I write alot, it's what I do. I have been a honorary member of the ISP for about 3 years now so I have to constantly write. Anyway...here goes.

All Hills Have Eyes

On the horizon they sleep,
The silent sounds of life they weep,
Waking beyond the morning sun,
The hearts of beauty they've won,
To follow their life beyond their own,
To show a life one could not be shown,
To stagger when the earth rages,
To grace her land and adorn her pages,
To sound the subtle click of the young,
To tend to bats so hung,
To distance their riders from reality,
To grant their dull lives vitality,
To stare up into heaven’s faint glow,
To tower over all life below,
The scare, to repair,
To stand so grand,
To friend, to mend,
To add hope to the worthless lives,
And to prove once and for all
that all hills have eyes.


The Truth

The words of God chase me,
The shadow of sin caressing my night,
A life I chose to lead, is it not?
To suffer the darkness to feel the light.

The page is turned, now revealing
the hypocrisy of man's mistakes,
All sin forgotten: Kill again,
Now hallowed in God's powerful embrace.

All sense lost to those who seek,
Evolution: Darwin, Wallace,
Forgotten in God's soliloquy,
Adam- the perfect man: flawless.

So who ignores Dante's faith?
To reveal the nostalgia God created,
Lies a sin, however preached,
The realities of truth forever sedated.

Never-the-less, the sermon continues,
The will of God's servants persists,
His followers, blindly chanting hopefully:
"Hell is for those who doubt that hell exists"


That last one is in memory of Gwen Harwood...sort of.

Anyway, I have heaps more....please review.

-thesolitaryone-

Wow!Those were really good!!

Faking Happy by Rain

Faking happy,playing pretend
wondering when my story will
end.Trying to let go of this
saddness i feel wondering if i spill
out the truth will they understand
what i feel.Trying to let go of myself
and just shake it off.But i can't take
off my mask i can't show you what i feel.
So i pretend i'm happy but really i'm not.


Show me by rain

I want you to take me to your
mind show me what you know
show me that you have a heart
so i'll know.How you feel inside
so that i really can understand.
You show me one way or another
but i don't know wicth way to follow.
You say one thing that makes me
smile and then you'll put me down
i wanna know the true you i wanna
know now!So tell me the truth and
show me the real you.


Well that's alll for me.Oh,and thesolitaryone.Those poems were really good honestly but the one i liked the most was the truth.

your style is stripped,very to the point. I like that. but you mentions feeling down afterwords, don't do taht to yourself. poetry shoudn't be a draining experience, but a fulfilling one.

Solitary one, I love the god influence. the last one in my previous post was based on a passage form John I believe.

loved the line, All sense lost to those who seek it was sensible, yet true.


The Rementant Twofold

Stripped down, headrest is boldly shaped. Syoncronate from these Iron tounges
Revaltions speak in bloody words to, their mouths filled with the darkest souls.

the sun will not rise. before the moon has taken in.

Horses run rampant, pleas here are useless, no.
Watch the stars turn into flames, pierce the world with blazing holes.
Words are spoken for.

let go let go, we are not the broken down, l
et go, let go, we are not the broken down.

-- Thomas

Thanks Rain and Esrb99. I love both good and bad reviews, they help me fix what needs to be fixed and so forth. And by the way, to any of those Christians who have read "The Truth", sorry if it offended you, as it was a direct lashing out to the Christian faith. It is still one of my favourites though... anyway. Poetry...yes, right.

This one I love for the story and message (it is part of a series, I'll post the other ones if people like the story of the first one..), however not for the rhythm, which needs fine tuning. And yes, depending on how you look at it, it may be against the Christian faith, but it is not, it merely concerns one man and his struggle through life.

Passion or Despair

Children playing aimlessly, wandering-
protected by their parents- the opaque gem-
Smirking to himself, his laughter
would one day cease them.

Shifting comfortably, he continued to
watch the playful demons, to stare,
Never indifferent to those who ecstasy
therein: a circle in a square.

He saw it as he rose, tired, in
seeking his armchair and bottle of gin,
A flash of red, a trickle of blue from
the reflection of a beautiful pin.

Mocking this being; some innocent child
alone at night, he strolled on
never-the-less, until he passed
the elegant pin of an eloquent swan.

Pausing, he turned to stare, unaware
of morals and ethics; barely a child
of fifteen; he the Priest, a hardened man,
of which a life in Tartarus beguiled.

A shimmer of golden hair swung
in confidence, brushing his face,
Caressing and warming him, grasping
him willingly into Rapunzel's embrace.

A final smile, and she vanished to darkness,
While, he, trapped in a golden thread of hair,
Pondered his life of perfidy until he too
vanished into the dark, wallowing away
in neither passion, or despair.


If you could, please tell me what this poem below means....I was feeling wierd one day and wrote it. I have a faint idea...but nothing else. You may need to know the story of Faust though, then it makes a bit more sense.

The One-Armed Salute.

Cryptic you say? Not to the leaves
Of fallen distrust shall I break my word!
Lest I forget: with the one-armed salute
Across my chest from space to space.
Take thy heathens now and forsake
My heartstring! You dare question
The felled morality…and laugh upon its ashes!

Anger strikes the many, yet hits the few.
Do we succumb, or follow? Contradiction?
I do not dare speak the truth in fear
Of revealing the weakness;
In the one-armed-wonder which we reverently despair!
“Take thy soul and free thy fiend!”
Says the man who was tempted with temptation:
The legend we know as Faust.

May the demon strike the demoned child?
The exorcism of the devil to free the soul.
May Faust live again, be free;
Injustice prevails- Symbolic!
The words of wisdom never wiser:
Either bite the bullet or bite the snake!

My child, you are not death or dead,
Or in someway incapable to live. You
Sink your fangs into demon teeth as we stand,
Saluting to your life, one arm across our chest
In salutation to your feeble accomplishments;
Biting the snake:
Always.


Summer Heat

The heat of the summer,
On a warm summer's morning;
The sun of Australians before us,
And the light they were adorning.

To reach rhythm in the sky
In a hot summer's summer,
God's powerful claws snatch
At the heat drum's strummer.

So what before us in the summer mourn?
40 degrees in the shade(if any is found),
A day to wander aimlessly alive
On the sun-scorched ground.

Though the flowers flourish and thrive,
While we are left to die,
Melancholy sees the withered doom
'Til Winter passes by.

We see no light, we see no trees,
In the eyes of a winter scotopia,
The summer heat of a summer day;
The Winter's blinded utopia.

The days last the winter months,
Our feet as parched as the soil,
Summer's prayer; soliloquy;
“Oh great god of Summer’s toil”

The last one....if you need help with that you should read it again- very straight forward. My poetry is like waaaay different to your guys'. I merely depict natural life and stories and their deeper meanings. Most of the poetry here depicts some inner struggle. I love the whole teen angst thing you have going on there....I used to write so much of that (I have a whole heap of it in my file). I couldn't write it well, so the ISP told me to change my style and messages and focus on life rather than struggle and death. You guys seem to pull it off though, I never could. Well, I'm off to bed. Catchyas later.

thesolitaryone, While I love your style, Im saddened to know that The Truth was a lash at Christianity, as many of my poems/songlyrics are directly insprired form Scripture in the bible.

lately, my style seem =s to be less poetic, more of a stream of conciousness. For example, in Accountabate, Sensible, I had push all the negative feeling out forth in me and looked up a verse on hatred and decivers among us, and just painted a picture (atlthough in sung verse, the time-signature varies in a very Mathcore style, from a 4/4 breakdown, to 16/7 bridgeriff) about what I saw, as well as in mine below:

Artifiction, Cross the Line

Turn back. away walls drive in, closing outward, the Harlot sings praise.
Ten horns arise, climb forth you desoalte theives, black halos arcoss your head.
Consumed by fire, leave her naked, for they consume her as she speaks, 'bloody murder.'

the chaff burns like weeds, screaming, 'The One is dead on high'
Constructing misery. This city falled in ashes, this ruined city it forms, this city it falls in ashes now, scream now, curses lick the guns.
hell will have no mercy.

-- inspired by Revelation 17:7-18

hopefully you can see, as Joshua Scogan Put it, "Christ is not a fashion, fading away"

Messenger follows Messenger.

-- Thomas

I'm sorry to those raving Christians out there, but if you didn't see the connotations in "The Truth", then you must have read it wrong. But still, everything is based on interpretation, even if you couldn't see the mockery I was making. Anyway. Esrb99, you're writing style is one i have never seen before. It is separated from the rest because of the intriguing messages and the lack of traditional structure. I see you draw alot of your inspiration from the bible, however, a word of advice not directly related to poetry. The bible does not account for many of the powerful words of God and Christ. You should seek other sources of information as I once did and learn information the Bible has left out. Remember that the Bible can be manipulated to read what you want it to read and has been justified to start wars on both sides however goodness it may preach. I have absolutely nothing against Christianity, you must know that. I would prefer people to have faith in anything rather than nothing at all. That is, alas, my fait. Anyway, no more on that topic. Back to poetry.

These next two relate directly to Harry Potter, and I have posted them before, but again I will post them here.

Circumstance

My life a birdsong in the city,
A whisper of beauty, unnoticed, uncared.
An expectation for brilliance, however marred
By the teeth of circumstance forever bared.

What light beguiled my dreams?
My sense of awareness stripped: defenseless,
A sudden weakness, no room for hope,
Emotional break, leaving me senseless.

I never earned my eternity in darkness,
The right to be deemed pessimistic,
I sought the truth, uncovered the lies,
However, my outlook far from optimistic.

My ghost, my self, my intimate stranger,
Watching from below the Willow trees,
No more a symbol of protection, hope, light;
Just another wave on these crippling seas.

Close comes the day I must make this choice,
However pressure so hardily sways,
A fool’s legacy: Fight or Flight,
My eyes meet Death’s perfidious gaze.

Nevertheless, darkness prevails,
As life credits my disgrace,
Once again I shall be reverently free,
To curl in death’s blissful embrace.


My Choice: Bespectacled

Leaning on my own beliefs,
I have faith, but little spared,
So curiosity ploughs my days,
Wondering, reckoning, visually impaired.

My hope, I sense, is fading.
I doubt if promised peace would exist.
I cease to wake: Day by night the same?
Am I dreaming? If so, the dream persists.

Battles wrought my burdened past,
Battles shadow my burdened future.
One chance, one time, one life,
Joining my two worlds in a tightly sealed suture.

Do I dare vision the other side-?
When myself, I am still skeptical
I believe in the clichés, yet doubt I will live one.
My own, My choice:
Bespectacled.


I wrote these moreso at the beginning of the year. Hope you enjoy them.

-thesolitaryone-

Good God I wish I'd wrote that. thats like HxC all the way! gah!



Very Screamo worthy! I *heart* it muchos grade!!!!


I know exactly where your coming from, for a few years I had no idea where my beliefs stood. I spent countless hours reading Torah, Quran, and BIble, but they all seemed too close to be fighting with one another. practice what you preach, meh!
But then I saw Underoath and the Chariot at warped, and their complete profession of faith inspired me to see my faith (Catholicism) in a new light, and ultimately, inspire me in every form of my life.

Gah solitary, I can't see how you can post old stuff. after about a month after wrting it, I usualy hate the stuff I worte. I actually write alot of our song's in normal verse and iamb, but with a growing fixation on Metalcore, I realized taht odd timesignatures and flows tend to work better in those than verse chorus songs. (listen to my myspace profile song, the lyrics are in that form for that. both spiritually and poetically)

However, I am doing BOTH here just for you!

Im digging up some old stuff of mine, AND its in Normal Verse, AND its not with a religious perspective!!!! be proud All!!!

Choose a pound of silver, or a grain of gold

Silence here, it’s all golden.
Resonating, shatter the unbroken, hope...
Hush hush and let’s fix this big, mistake.
Lets lust, and burn up alone,
make this place a part on their own.
Heating in your eyes, it makes me feel alive,
I feel the pull on down this scerenading moon,
as this volcano mound, Incinerates me.

Words, no words, no hurt.
Like I said before,
Actions speak alouder than
Words, no words no hurt.
Touch Touch lets kiss,
and let this fire burn out.

When the silence is broken,
by the sound electing, from your sharp mouth
my heart is spent, wasted in within you.
With a taunting touch and little late kiss,
and caressing ever soft, I surely do bring.
stare into your eyes, our words are fleeting
holding you up , holding you closer now,
I swear we’ll never find,
I swear we'll never...

Words, no words, no hurt.
Like I said before,
Actions speak alouder than
Words, no words, no hurt.
Touch Touch lets kiss,
and let this fire burn now.

Whisper, whisper, are you hearing this now,
this love, its drugs, their taking hold of us now.
One lift, one lift, and we’ll just sail away
One trip, one trip and were on the same Page…

Burden me.

Whisper, whisper, are you hearing this now,(No words, no words,)
this love, its drugs, taking hold of us now.(alouder than)
One lift, one lift, and we’ll just sail away(touch touch, lets kiss)
One trip, one trip and were on the same Page…(let this fire burn,)

No words, (no words) no hurt.
Like I said before,
Actions speak alouder than
No Words, (no words) no hurt.
Touch Touch lets kiss,
and let this fire burn.

No words, (no words) no hurt.
Like I said before,
Actions speak alouder than
No Words, (no words) no hurt.
Touch Touch lets kiss,
and let this fire burn out..

let it be known that this was written in late '05, and that I hate it now. ah well. the chicks dig it live.

-- Thomas

This last poem is very lyrical- I think it would make an absolutely beautful song- much better than the **** you hear now!



-I love it so much. It speaks so much truth- a beautiful ideology.

Trust me, I know what you mean about dated poetry. I wouldn't even dream of posting anything written from the early days- but when it comes to HP- which makes all here happy- I might bend that rule. I can't stand most of my old stuff.

-thesolitaryone-

Wow these are really good.Honestly i like them all i really can't choose a fav out of those honestly didn't writ e a poem so sorry

aww, Thanx Rainstorm, we appreciate it!!!

and I betchya your stuff would be rad as well...

YAY!!!

I wrote a new song today in Chem class, and its pretty rad in all greatness. haha.

Back, Step

Come, press
let eyes bleed forth
staring into darkened windowpanes
Watch them burn

we are all lost in time

Owners exersice false hope
in care upon them.
Machine will rust away.
Bring back the farmer,
He'll lead the inspection.

Still working on vocals for it, but its comin along great!

-- Thomas

I like all of your poems, they're awesome and very creative. I like literature, so I thought this was a pretty good idea for a thread. I'm bored so I'm just gonna make one up on the fly.

Writer's Block

The ideas stay bottled,
They want to get out,
They want to be free,
Let them know what you see.

You grasp at your head,
You pull on your hair,
You think through the night,
Pen meets paper, but what to write?

You write letters,
All forming words,
But they have no meaning,
They just lay there dreaming.

She is your muse,
You know who she is,
Let her guide you,
Tell you what to do.

You can feel the love,
Now to put it in words,
But they stay behind a constant lock,
You're never rid of Writer's Block.

Happy posting,

dragontamer

Wow, dragontamer! I loved that poem. You're really talented!

I've written a lot of poems, but most of the are in Norwegian, and you're not going to understand that, so I won't post them But I've written in English as well, and those who are about Harry Potter, have I posted here. Link in signature

I have one I wrote some days ago. It's not so good, but it's my way of getting feelings out, so that's why it became like it did.



In love

He enters the room,
My heart beats wild
He smiles this way
He smiles like a child

I want to say I love him
I so want to sing
But I know I can't do it
He musn't know a thing

I see him every day
Still I don't see him enough
To be apart from him
Is really, really tough

But he doesn't know
That it's him I love
Why can't I just send
A letter with a dove?

Will he understand
If I tell him so?
Will he say yes
Or will he say no?

Shall I waste a friendship
Shall I dare to do?
Because I love him so
And maybe he loves me too

But what if he'll be angry?
Then what am I to do?
He's a good friend,
That is true

Maybe he will hate me
Maybe he'll be mad
But maybe he won't be
Maybe he'll be glad!

How can I know
What is best to do?
I need help,
Help from you

Please help me out
Please let me know
I need your advice
Because I'm in love

I'm in love.


Love, Caoo

i am not sure you will like this or not. but hey a poem is someones art work and it only has to be real for them, and you can only hope that other people will grasp what your trying to say.



look around this earth.
what do you see?
many kids playing in the streets so happily?
Our youth are in their rooms, looking at screens leanring serial killer
signautre moves
they are watching and waiting to set their inner demons free

Expression is the confession of a time once passed,
where life was lived hard and fast,
Is that what our parents taught or were we sucked in by the tubes of
deciet.
we've been surround by colours, sounds and ideas, society gave us those
inner fears
youve all been touched by the firey ice of hell, you feel like your coming
first? DON'TN KID YOURSELF!

So come take a ride with me 'cause the grass is greener on the other side.
but the monsters here are bigger, you can't fight them your not stong enough.
step right up and take a shot, just another young man who thinks hes
everythin hes not .
u got told you could do any thing? look at yourself, i think they
lied.

we're here, welcome to the house built on sin
but we didnt travel anywhere coz its in ur head
walls of fears and doors of tears reach for the handle, it dissapears
this is ur new home, welcome in.

Wow, Caoo that poem was awesome! So was yours lozza-cm. I like poems because they let your release your emotions, they let others see what you see and feel in society. So here's a poem showing my feelings:

From Behind The Mask

Are you you?
Are you them?
Screaming questions
Haunt you forever.

Show the world who you are,
Let the clouds thunder,
Shout it to yourself,
Let yourself know.

Your deeds are great,
When you know who you are,
Though the ghosts,
They guide you.

True friend let you be you,
Bask in the glory of yourself,
You look in the mirror,
Who do you see?

Time passes and things must change,
Pressure pulses through you,
Who will you listen to?
The ghosts, or yourself?

It's time to take control,
Let that shaking fist lie,
You are you
And that is all you have to be.

Though it may hurt you,
You have to realise,
Stop hiding behind a mask,
Take away the disguise.

Happy posting,

dragontamer

Wow, that was great! I really loved that one. Especially the 4 last sentences. I mean, it's just like it is *squee* You're just so talented! I love your poems Please, if you write more poems, let us read them.

Hugs, Caoo

Impossible To Tell (Then & Now)

It was street signs, perfect sunsets, and playground swings.
It used to be glowing stars, masquerades and angels wings.
Presently it's deadly silence, growing up and broken rings.


And its impossible to tell whether tacks taste better than nails
Completely undetectable, the scars, and blood leading the trail.


It was yellow stripes, red skies, and spinning carousels
It used to be all night, happy endings and church bells
Presently it's stalk-still, crimson bandages and prison cells.


And its impossible to tell whether silver tastes better than gold
Completely undetectable the unkindness, being unfairly sold.


It was running mates, overcast stars, and plastic slides.
It used to be imagination, lunchboxes, and places to hide.
Presently it's cruel intentions, missing them, and taking sides.


And its impossible to tell whether glass tastes better than blades.
Completely undetectable shadow's cast and unwanted fame.


It was cream colored, netted viels, and grand photographs.
Its used to be warm sweaters, easy favors, and better halves.
Presently its dirty water, short fingernails, and "can't-take-it-backs."


And it's hard to tell whether ash tastes better than greed
Completely undetectable, missing hope, and being freed.

Egads, that was intense! I hearted that one... !!!

you really feel a kind of storyline in that one, love it!!!


so Chem has insipred me to write, in all of its boringness...


Similarity lost Its Uses

Look away, torment speaks.
his words a cold-borne blaze.
Pretneded intention, false Guidence Astray.
Falsify your heart, as white teeth tickle your bones.

So message beats usage, Urgance met suffrage.
why can't I see?
Turnaround, the turnaround now
step back, up across the floor.
run away, stake the self-hepled.
helper.

(Chorus)
Dedicated to Amthyest. her sail is taking water.
Can't we let this just not exist? Compress, Compress.
Dedicated me to Amthyest. her figure falters.
Can't we let this just be amiss? Come press, Come press.

we let the soilders drive you in, we let the water sink you down, stand down. stand down.

Then again, They must be blind
withering, curses form our words
and speak firey tounges.
Step back, run away
The messenger is comng forth
words, full of hate,
disambiguate the antidote

Irony, so Irony.Don't Speak.
These words, not his.
shields rest, fought fruitless
the diagram is crumbling.
I feel the earth awakening.
Open the mouth, open for grave.

Dedicated to Amthyest. her sail is taking water.
Can't we let this just not exist? Compress, Compress.
Dedicated me to Amthyest. her figure falters.
Can't we let this just be amiss? Come press, Come press.

we let the soilders drive you in, we let the water sink you down, stand down. stand down.
won't let the soilders drive you in. Stand down. Can't let the water sink you down.

Let go. Let Go. fold. Fold, lets just let go.


yeehup!

I also got Norma Jean's redeemer today!!! MEEP!!!!!! its aamaaazinggggg!!!

-- Thomas

Whoa, Esrb99 and phoenix_song...those were awesome! In my English class I had to write a poem, though I totally forgot about it and had to write it at the bus stop while I waited for my bus. I work well under pressure and I finished it before my bus arrived.

I handed it in and my teacher loved it. Though my friend told him I wrote it at the bus stop after class, so since then I've been labelled the Bus Stop Poet. Here's the poem I wrote at the bus stop, I still have it:

Bonds

Land that were old,
Yet now look new,
And family bonds
That hold so tight.

You try to run
From this familiar foe,
Though they run in your blood,
There is no escape.

The past catches up,
Even though you run,
It grasps you with it's hands
And watches you fall.

Two worlds collide
Right in front of your eyes,
All you can do is sit and stare
As the walls falls around you.

Cultures come together
Forming a hybrid,
It's a constant decision,
Which one will you choose?

Until the day comes
Of self-realisation,
You start to take notice
Of what you have done.

Happy posting,

dragontamer

Do you ever…

Do you ever feel like your being watched,
Even though you see no eyes?
I do,
All the time.

Do you ever feel like you've been somewhere before,
Even though you know you haven't?
I do,
All the time.

Do you ever feel like someone's just called you,
Even though you know you heard no voice?
I do,
All the time.

Do you ever feel like you don't belong,
Even though you see yourself fit in?
I do,
All the time.

The question is:
Why do I feel these things?
The answer is:
Still to be found.

By Lauren Edge A.K.A Sabrina Snape

Hey...I haven't added a poem for a while (and I must say there has been heaps of awesome ones in my absence) so I thought I would. This one here is a song of innocence, and I doubt any of you will get it's connotative meaning. It is one of my favourites. By the way...the lighter blue signifies indentation. I can't do it on here as the "Tab" button doesn't work...but it is a separate yet related story in another time (the past).

In the memory of Gwen Harwood- the greatest poet on earth.

Daybreak

A shimmer of light upon death-still water,
Lapping so slightly upon a reed-filled shore.
Silence, relaxing, the ultimate time;
No children, no parents, no factors of life.
Just the reeds and the paper,
Waiting patiently
For a memory, a sign, an inspiration
Where the sunset takes it all
And those watching; almost insignificant.

A stretch of tortured blue reaches for the heavens
And below, those waiting receive no penance;
I sit and wait patiently,
My bed, my comfort, below me.
A noise, a murmur, a sign of consent
to leave my room without lament,
But to no avail, it is 5 am
The winter days see cockcrow long after
So waiting is accustomed.
The presents, the glamour anticipated
outside, among the trees and reed plants;
My favourite place, the time to be
free in my own right.

It is perhaps not the stars, or the moon, or the sun
stealing the light at the break of dawn.
It is perhaps, the melancholy of the winter’s scorn.
And so I pray:
"The next one, the next one,
It is only a matter of balance."


Well, I hope you liked it. I have heaps of others on this thread too...but this one inspires me.

love love

-thesolitaryone-

wow...you guys write really well. congrats everyone who have shared their poems

i have never shared mine with anyone before and this is a first.....so here goes....

Caught
A man was strolling in the woods
Peace and clam filled the air.

He would retreat to this refuge
During times of trail and testing
“How serene, how beautiful,
How perfect…”

Then suddenly,
The man heard,
Slicing through the evening quiet,
A shrill cry of distress.

He hurried towards
The direction of the sound
Only after much searching
Could he find the source.

Lying concealed in
The thicket of the underbrush
A badger was dying,
Its leg caught in a trap.

As the man
Approached the badger,
The wounded animal
Struggled warily to its feet.

The man reached towards the bleeding limb
Wanting to free it from the trap-
Wanting to help this animal
Who is held prisoner by a hunter.

The badger stood its ground,
Spitting and snarling as the man approached;
It refused tha man’s help,
Claying and biting the man’s reaching hand.

The man tried again and again
But the badger would not let him near.
At last he retreated
And stood to walk on.

When the man returned the next day
He found only the still body of the badger.

well i am 14 so it is stupid lol and i wrote it for a girl but here it is...

When i think about you i start to cry
When were on the phone i never want to say goodbye.

I still have that awesome card you gave me and that is not all
I still have your beautiful pictures hanging on my wall

I love everything about you
And know one will ever love you the way i do

I will always see you when i close my eyes
And i will always love you until the day i die

told you it was stupid...

Hey, its way better than what I wrote at 14... and for the ladies.. thats how we do!



So I've been working on a new song, and at this poin, it seems pretty complete. tell me watchya think please!!!

Hey man, its a sinker!: wheat on rye bread (just the working title...)

Run, burning down bridges.
Built, to the Constructive.
Design, Burned up downed bridges
Run, tearing down this,
Constructed design.

(Pyro Pilferers, burn down this place.)

Smoldering flames, lick at our feet.
we run past, screaming.
words against the, Manipulator.

Run, burning down bridges.
Built, to the Constructive.
Design, Burned up downed bridges
Run, tearing down this,
Constructed design.

Syncronate, let the ashes blow on forth.
Its just our eyes that can't see.
look alive boy; let the light run
run away. taking back the silence
Win-lose game.

Run, burning down bridges.
Built, to the Constructive.
Design, Burned up downed bridges
Run, tearing down this,
Constructed design.

This shouldn't be at all;
run, more; run messenger.

i love all your poems..you guys are really good writers i am starting to get scared to put my poems in here...i know i haven't put my poems in here for a while but i am opn the right computer now so i can ! this is a pritty emotional poem but i had to put it in here if you dont want to read something sad skip this peom

Her blood

Sitting alone in her room,
This place is where she lives this place is her tomb,
She locked the door and through the key away,
She knew she wasn’t leaving this is where she'd stay,
Thinking about her hurt filed life,
While watching her crimson blood drip off the end of her knife,
Feeling her last drop of blood drain from her vains,
She now feels free know hate and no chains,
Her head feels light as she drifts off to sleep,
Her puddle of red blood is flowing deep,
Feeling herself fall to the floor,
Knowing this is what she wished for,
Loosing her grip on her goodbye letter,
She'd written to make her mum feel better,
And to let her dad no she hated him,
This was her last thought as the light when dim,
Letting people no what he had done,
Molesting her is how he had fun,
choking for breath knowing this was the end,
She knew she had no one on which she could depend.


ok guys i knew that was really bad and sad but peoms are art and all art has a message i think it's better to write about things that matter rather then complaining about something trivial. ok so here is a happy poem to make us feel better...

Jake and louise

Friends are important
Friends should care,
But the most special friends
Are always rare,
I no I am lucky
To have the two of you,
With out you guys
I couldn’t pull through,
Louise my best friend
Your always there,
And Jake you to
I love the way you care,
Although at times
I feel all alone,
You guys love me
This I’ve been shown,
Life with out you guys
I couldn’t live,
Anyone that hurt you to
I couldn’t forgive,
I thank you to
for being there,
a that’s a favour
I am willing to share,
So if you need me
To help you through,
Come to me
I want to help you,

hmm thats all for now :D

hey lozza-cm. that was really good. expecially Her Blood. i have two things...no, three things to say. Please edit it with the apostrope (' ) between she and the d (she'd) it took me a while to figure that one out and i thought that it took away from the beauty of the poem. and use know for no and which for witch. oh. and choking...the spelling of that was wrong (chocking). i don't know whether these were typos, but again, they took away the wholeness and beauty of a poem so well written. =)

~PhoenixTears

Thank PhoenixTears..all fixed, i was in a BIG rush writting them and didn't get a chance to go through and edit, i don't like to edit as i go because i need to get all my ideas out otherwise i loose them.

This is a poem that should be read in sad times because it is for me all the beauty in the world.

Twinkle, twinkle, burning bright
In the stillness of the night
I watch you when I feel sad
You make me feel very glad
That I can see you all my life
In the cold, dark and strife.
When I see you in my sight
You make me think of all the light
Your beauty makes me feel alive
And through the hurt makes me survive
So far away but so near
Your with me through each smile and tear
And you rid the world of all the fear.
I tell you when you have painful scars
Take my advice and look to the stars.


What do you think? By scars I don't mean physical scars more emotional. Please tell me what you think

Wow, James. That was wonderful. I love the stars, and I love looking at them. It makes me feel better, just as you said in your poem. I especially loved the two first lines;
Twinkle, twinkle, burning bright
In the stillness of the night
That was just beautiful. You really are a talented writer, you know Keep it going!

It's the first hand versus the second
Me versus what you would recommend
It's carpets versus midnight drapes
Me versus the back door's escape
It's two fingers versus one trigger
Me versus anything that is bigger

It's one..two..three
It's just Constantly
Summer at Night
& Winter with no Light
Tomorrow.

It's the shoreline verus the drumline
Me versus the hands of time
It's polished eyes versus true wrongs
Me versus two blades too long
It's dawn and dusk versus the emergency room
Me versus the laced hands and the groom

It's one..two..three
It's just Constantly
Summer at Night
& Winter with no Light
Tomorrow.

Rereading this I did find that it made absolutely no sense.

-Champagne & Colored Sheets-

the franchise is in the smile in your eyes
tears glistening behind them with so much light
and i'll only let you crawl through my window
if you say things that haven't been said before
about champagne and colored sheets on the bed
also, this time talking about me instead
a blazing full moon sneaks in through the curtains
tv screens play video games and re-runs
my heart is out of its box and on my sleeve
it is there, but its still so hard to believe
first pitch of the game thrown my direction
i'm swinging the bat, making the connection
i'm making eyelash wishes as they happen
stealing phrases over second hand ticks and
even locking digits over the bed post
the champagne and colored sheets make a toast
unblinking eyes tell the rest of the story
along with whispers that last until morning
when the glasses are empty and the sheets fade
when the streets are dry and our goodbyes are waved
i'll remember this night and the heart you stole
visions like full length movies as we grow old
windowsills and late nights will be remembered
always with late night kisses in december...

-Ace Of Spades-

I am the ace of spades
patron saint of all that is fake
color me all bulletproof
i am the chainsaw to soothe
red dye and nights all a hush
i'm exploding from seeing so much

All my organs and my body
are strung out on the wall oddly
a ticking heart ticked too long
all the mentions are too far gone

I am the queen of hearts
laughing & tossing poison darts
smashing all locked up fears
sweating until the make up smears
poised, and subtle I try my best
to frolic along, to live in your head

All my organs and my body
are strung out on the wall oddly
a ricking heart ticked too long
all the mentions are too far gone

I'm all dressed up to drink this down
the biggest lush you'll meet in this town
I'm the ace of spades;
a genuine fake
I'm the queen of hearts;
passing on my poison dart...

-A Toast-

all they write are songs to slit wrists to
ladies and gentlemen please, raise your glasses
isn't it about time for something new?

more than just letters out of love
ladies and gentlemen please, raise you glasses
because you can't hide wrists under a glove

it's more than a mockery when the words are on repeat
destined to live always, a lie through your teeth

the phrase "i miss you" has celebrated an eternal life
ladies and gentlemen plese, raise your glasses
some one like me, i've never felt this alive

it's laughable, the things people say
ladies and gentlemen please, raise your glasses
i just won't be better at the end of the day

it's a tongue twister for twittering, tumbling tattletails
yet another test you've taken and failed

"i love you" can't be said five times fast
ladies and gentlemen please, raise you glasses
romance has died today, it has past.....

-A World Of Harsh Reality & Fantasy-

The dimensions have no borderline
to seal the fate of memory and mind
Correcting every mistake here & there
as frayed phrases cling in the air
Unpredictable as you are sane
never dull here; never plain

Mix emotions better than tapes
Failing in misery, calling out rape
Screaming in static to secure reality
But its just a war, you're only a casualty

Load a gun, load up on ammunition
Can you feel it? That burning friction?
No ending, it all goes on for so long
Falling stars crash, and you aren't strong
Make believing it will all stop one day
Lying to yourself in every possible way

Mix emotions better than tapes
Failing in misery, calling out rape
Screaming in static to secure reality
But its just a war, you're only a casualty

Dimensions have no boreline
to seal the fate of memory and mind.

There. I do believe that is enough of that.

wow...you guys are all great at poetry. so im young and dont have much writing experience as most...but whatever. so i wrote this for some boy i used to like. i dont like him anymore.

call me your favorite great mind, of all the ones you've ever met.
it doesnt mean anything to me anymore,
you've always been most obvious through the words escaping your lips.
and through the fake meaningless phrases,
face it, it's true...
words have never been your best objective.
it's quite deplorable how i listened your fake dreams,
only to find out it's making me more pathetic.
i'm sorry for the lies i've told,
the ones that hide the truth-i never honestly liked you.
i regret every 'i love you', 'i miss you', and 'i will never hate you'
i've taken in and believed you meant
when it escaped your mouth when there was nothing else to say.
don't be scared-we both know it was all a lie.
you were never my favorite liar anyway...you were only the best.

...so call it pathetic...but...its how i felt at that time.

that like owns all, great river to end the muse! gotta get that!


Killer end rhyme, and its not corny, like most. you have iamb talent there!

heres some reall junk I fromed in Math the other day, its not assembled, jsut strings of an idea, a kind of first draft. any ideas for full out arrangement???


A brief serenade of a screenworld

Action Action, the camera's rolling.
lets let this scene begin.
its take-five in the limelight.
soon the shooting will commence.

cut cut, what're you doing?
you're playing out of line.
It's a serious scene,
we're not a scene-built being
but thats not now
not what I've got.

Lets go...
Camera's rolling, let go.
film devlopes, letting go,
scripts are falling out.

and its record.
and this record.
now lets record.

as the cold melts away,
we find our angle here.

as our lovers scene
lays me slowly, we melt away.

take on hold, keep the heat away.
sit in star-crossed light. watching heavens fall on by.

Cast amongst illumated, set the sail adrift.
land ho, land ho.

Oh director, they've found the script.
and surely they'll strip it away.
withiring in the heat of the sun.

yeah, It has potential, but meh.

-- Tommo

That was a good poem Esrb but I didn't really connect with it, sorry, but it was a good poem.

Here is quite a personal one.

Being judged like no one should
Everyone equal not treated like mud
Feeling so ugly, and trapped in hell
I vow to break free from my prison cell
Some day I will find you, and fly to the sky
But until that day, my life will pass by
Then I wake up, and it is all a dream
That I will one day find you, and my life redeem
But still I get judged, and made feel so ugly
And people laughing at me ever so smuggly
Feeling abnormal like I am a stupid mistake
And that all my life, is one big fake
I wish I could be there, to feel your hair
So soft, so smooth, with slender and care
The touch of your lips, and the colour so fine
Our souls together, while our lips intertwine
Your eyes so radient, they shine so bright
And light up my soul, and bring delight
Your smooth slender neck, brings me life
And take away the pain and strife
If only I could touch, your warm light fingers
With you my heart, beats and lingers
And lastly I wish I could stroke your skin
To be at peace, away from conflict and sin
But sadly, I am me, and a failure to life
And stabbed through the heart with a blood thirsty knife
You're so far away, I wish you were here
But I am alone, and living in fear.

Please, please, please tell me what you think. I really want to know.

Okay...So I read "a brief serenade of a screenworld" and Esrb99, can I please just say...Gah. Because after reading that, that is all my mind could come up with.



Not sure why, but that part, just...like I said GAH!

quite good. quite.

J.P., Love the clever end rhyme, but your focus on it seems to set the Iamb off at times, making the read a bit awkward. try re-writing some of the lines in reverse verse, to better get the flow and iamb of the poem. it jumps from pentameter of diameter and tetra rather quickly, and its not syncedd by the abab end rhymed, only hurt by it. very imagratic (i love making up words...) it made me tear up. Keep high your heavy heart dude.


In Eulogy, a Modern Romance

curbside,
bloody smears, and finger paints,
they all stain no,
the dire days, in dire straits,
needing me to lift you up,
im sighing late, medicate,
never let this be enough.

congraulations. im done now.

this hate, it won't let, it won't let go.
and now im overjoyed because,
I've opened up, opened up.

syncronated, syndicate.
keep the gauges at the turn.
dying late, im dying late.
Damm(sp) the reaper has some nerve.
I cannot wait, I cannot wait,
Can't the pestilence be enough?
sky is great, the sky is great,
but nothing like a diamond in the rough.

Contenuations, of a home-bound.
Sinsaluationed, the son-found.

and this hate, it won't get, it won't get hold.
and im now overcome because,
I've opened up, opened up.

blank, stare.
meets my gaze, and lets me have it.
Take, care.
raise hands on up to mine.

Thanks Esrb, but my poems come from my heart, they don't have to be perfect of re-written, it is perfect to me and from my heart so it is good to me no matter what. Thanks for the advice though, I really appreciate it though

Can you still please tell me what you think cause I want to get a few opinions on it , yeah thanks Ersb

So this one doesn't have a title. You can call it "Untitled" if you want, 'cause that isn't overly used or anything...Okay, here it is. There's no real order to it, either, so...be gentle.

I've been getting creative at it
As creative as the act will permit
I've been giving it meaning each time
Filling in a void with the cover of night
I'm not wrong in saying "it's okay to dream."
But then again the day isn't as hard as it seems
Or maybe it is. And my mind is just perfectly set
Ready for dark eyes and always trying to forget
Regret and an invisible finger, torturing the heart
I've been trying to decieve the best around here
I'm not very good, and its not even been a year
I've been victorious, though. Only some close calls
Midnight actions. Journeys through a darkened hall
I'm really, really sorry I can't be productive
But there's this line in a song - It's really not destructive
I'm not even telling the truth. My fingers are crossed
If I wasn't this creative, then all hope would be lost
I can say "I'm fine." My award will be sent in the mail
But who would believe somebody like me? Ugly and frail
I'm only human. I swear I am.
"You can't breathe!" - "Yes I can!"
Then why have my lungs stopped? It's for the best
If misery loves company, then were are the rest?
I'm adorned with gold stars that be sincerely given
I'm lost down this road and its already been driven
I've got black eyes and silver nails to play pretend
I've got this imagination. It simply won't come to an end
But, I've been getting better at it
Well, as better as one can get....

These are my poems. The second one isn't realy a poem but it sort of rhymes. It is from a book I am writing.

As if it was your conscience.
As if it were a snake whispering gilded lies.
But these are not lies.
These are not truths.
It is as if they are strung between two opposite worlds.
Not lies nor truth.
STORIES.
Let the word melt on your tongue.
Whispering stories in your ear.
Before you fall asleep.
As you wake up.
Entering your dreams.
As if you were the character.
Having fun, Having battle.
Fun times, trubled minds.
Dreams.
Before, During, After.
Not lies nor truth.
The Book Under You’re Pillow.

And here is the other one.

The One of Luck has come
Destined to find the Great Pearl
Luck will run out when
The Lost Prince appears
Shadows lost in time
Those alive appear dead

The Diamond comes next in line
To appear while He grows
In strength and numbers
The Chosen gathers power
Ready for the Last Battle
Family ties hold them back
Father meets Son and
Mother meets Daughter
Even on the brink
Defeat looms overhead
Love holds them back

Crystal appears over the
Horizons shining sea
Pulling them toward
Fates great Destiny
Needing Strength to carry on
Lives given willingly
Souls departing needlessly
Crossing seas of plenty
Families meeting again

The Rainbow shows over
The mountain haven appears
Leaving tales to be told
Many songs to be sung
The Luck has run out
The Betrayer is Betrayed
Double Identity revealed
The Last One lives on
The Unsuspected Twin Disaster
Grieving there is time
Let the dead bury the dead
The time has come
For this tale to end