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Just going to post here and enjoy people's reactions. Hey, every artist needs an audience, so can't blame me.

Speak your mind, ask any questions you wish, my perspectives are open-ended.

New poems Will be posted below this post.
 
The Sonnet of a Ladybug

The woes of the night scattered with debris
Among all the sunrise's morning ray's stroll
With the winds announcing the sun's decree
That demands an awaking of life for toll,
Where the stars seeks the sun's atoning throne
Avowing upon sun's demands to essay
The beautifying of flowers' cologne
Upon the decay of the night's display,
Whereas theater of the dawn sends it's crusade
Upon the scattering of the night's veil
Giving the morn another maiden maid
Prolonging across sky this sanguine tale.
There at the dawn of the morning's own king
A ladybug took quietly to wings
 
Twilight Sonnet

I stand here alone, hear no more whisper
From the silent taciturn, mundane rays.
When suddenly it burst a fiery bouquet,
Rays pigments the sky, all like searing myrrh!
I stand here strong, my thundering heart weak
As all around, the sky bursts into song
Covering twilight in painted sarong,
There all the while, I stand here small and meek.
Twilight's own bloodbath shows daylight's antique,
As the moon's rise shows it's crimson physique
 
The Battle Before Morn

I softly walk down the forest plain
Mountain breeze in my golden hair
With hint of coming fallen rains
All swimming across clouded air

My armors, faithful as can be,
Shines dimly in this hazed filled night,
Many an unknown eyes upon me I see
Here alone, in this haze of an evening twilight

Rustle of sounds unseen
Slight grin crinkles my eyes
Around, such silent forest, or so it seems
“Come out!” I shout, “Come out from where you hide!”

Evil laugher besieges the forest
I lift up my trust-worthy ax
Just as there came a crashing noise
And out came an enemy from my past

Grinning in a sure smile
I beckon to him, the evil great warrior
“What has taken you so long a while?
Looks like you got yourself cornered.”

He snarled and jumped onto me
I blocked his sword in a loud ringing Clash!
Then I jumped away free
His huge dragon sword came down into a empty crash

I turn my face to him and grin
He quickly looked up at me
And he says, “your not gonna win!
“I will make sure to set your head free!”

Coldly he started to sneer
Venom spittle in his decaying eyes
The forest around trembles in fear
With lighting striking across the fading sky

Ominous the silent became
The wild of the forest, in that moment tamed
And closer, a walking death, he came
To continue the deadly game

Suddenly with a flash
Onward he flew onto me
Hacking a wild slash
I block with my shield and jump away free

Quickly I turn, let flying my ax
Downward it flew, black death in air
It landed on his shield in resounding blast
Hastily I ducked, his sword getting only my hairs

I jump up, slamming my shield in his face
He flew back in faltering pace
Not waiting a moment to breath, onward I came
Forgetting his unearthly evil fame

Suddenly he gulped down something white
He laughed like a dead man alive
So fast he attacked and hit no longer light
Hard he pounded onto me, into the air I dived

Pain flows in my body
I glance at him in disgust
“You had to use dirty white! Coward king of nobody!”
But he continues to laugh like I was a creature living in dust

Onward we fought
And more I faltered
Often on to the ground I was brought
His eyes gleamed as if bolstered

I stood up in my final defiant
“Your going down, Old king Thoran”
I lifted up my hands both facing its palm ends
A strange surging power, onward in my body it ran

What’s left of nights light
Dimmed into a dark haze
My hands begins to shine like a starlight
As Thoran’s eyes glistened in frightened amaze

With the stars surging in my vain, I yelled
Suddenly in a blink, I attacked
Landing my ax, crushed went his chest, and he fell
The evil light in his eyes, slowly dimmed and went black

I stood over his dead body in the evening dark
I pondered his place in the fair land of Xenimus
For I know he was simply someone’s nark
Someone that wont be so easily missed

And so in that haze of star filled night
The mysterious grimly good warrior walks free
To go greet the morning twilight
And the morning dewed breeze…
 
:wave:OldeWolf,

you do have some powerful poetry, I see lots of images of knights, meadow and gardens, the moon and stars....

how did you get into writing and into poetry?
 
have you always been a writer? Have you been writing for a while?

I agree with dogmom actually your writings make me think of knights battling ogres in or snowy forests. very visual.
 
dogmom said:
:wave:OldeWolf,

you do have some powerful poetry, I see lots of images of knights, meadow and gardens, the moon and stars....

how did you get into writing and into poetry?
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I started when I was in Junior high after I got send to the timeout room for disagreeing with the teacher and trying to correct the teacher. :lol:

So when I sat the the desk with an empty page of paper and pen in front of me, I decided to just write something out. What came out was poetry and I never was taught poetry other than Humpty Dumpty, let alone how to write it in proper format or whatever.

Years later, here I am.

And yes, I've daily want to write a book but the timing doesn't feel right and as an artist in my head, we're our own worst critic. But I do want to publish a book or a dozen and have people enjoy it. :aw:
 
i write once in a while, just for the sake of expression
 
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I live life findin ways to cope for the days im broke
cuz annual dissapoinment slays all hope
and i was told success is a short road
but then the doors closed on my course chose
these sold soul troll's got us livin foul
im sippin now cuz i took a hit of life and started trippin out
it's like boozins my tradition as im loosin my religion
though never had one cuz i'd rather be a fool to suspicion
all i see is darkness like the sun was shattered
i've been so many places but its like none of em matter
my tongues a dagger well im hopin so cuz i got hopeless goals
hopin im not just another soul on a broken road
im a selfish asshole what more can i ask for
standin in raps shadow but sharin the same plateue
your jaws will drop as i cipher lies
and give excerpts of strife from the life of mine in these life and times

so vibe wit me im just ventin in every speech i drop
so eff the system for preventin any descent cops
and im gonna reach the top to succeed or not
these are thesis dropped for props to leave the reader shocked
the hopes there but i be actin like i dont care
ive been so many places still my life is goin nowhere
but since i live it then my truth is vivid
im hopin you can dig it my views i give it to elude the biggots
but moments of clarity scary to me
im seein things most barely can see my souls fairly deceased
ill be at peace once they bury me deep
and hopefully its not the heat of unfairly degrees
but i need to stop and choose proilly drop the booze
cuz on this road shit aint all smoothe on these rocky grooves
what do i got to lose i thought about foresakin this
am i here for god to place anger or for satan's bliss?
 
lucas said:
I live life findin ways to cope for the days im broke
cuz annual dissapoinment slays all hope
and i was told success is a short road
but then the doors closed on my course chose
these sold soul troll's got us livin foul
im sippin now cuz i took a hit of life and started trippin out
it's like boozins my tradition as im loosin my religion
though never had one cuz i'd rather be a fool to suspicion
all i see is darkness like the sun was shattered
i've been so many places but its like none of em matter
my tongues a dagger well im hopin so cuz i got hopeless goals
hopin im not just another soul on a broken road
im a selfish asshole what more can i ask for
standin in raps shadow but sharin the same plateue
your jaws will drop as i cipher lies
and give excerpts of strife from the life of mine in these life and times

so vibe wit me im just ventin in every speech i drop
so eff the system for preventin any descent cops
and im gonna reach the top to succeed or not
these are thesis dropped for props to leave the reader shocked
the hopes there but i be actin like i dont care
ive been so many places still my life is goin nowhere
but since i live it then my truth is vivid
im hopin you can dig it my views i give it to elude the biggots
but moments of clarity scary to me
im seein things most barely can see my souls fairly deceased
ill be at peace once they bury me deep
and hopefully its not the heat of unfairly degrees
but i need to stop and choose proilly drop the booze
cuz on this road shit aint all smoothe on these rocky grooves
what do i got to lose i thought about foresakin this
am i here for god to place anger or for satan's bliss?
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Not bad. Even though it uses lots of rhymes, it's edgy enough not to be sentimental. That's better than a lot of my students handed in when I taught creative writing. Nice work. :thumb:
 
Two sides of the same coin, two parts of the same struggle,
each generation strains under more weight and starts to buckle,
as foreign investors appraise the worth of the land,
the local farmer sheds a tear, and stares at his hands,
as construction crews urge the child to drop his dead mothers arm, the child looks up, with fear and alarm
and in the West, the rich justify the poor’s disposition,
this is the slavery to which we’ve been raised,
the hypocrisy of democracy can continue for days,
America land of the thieves, where ideology is cheaper then bark on the trees, America land of the lie, where the children of the poor happily die, and yet America, the hallowed battleground for truth over lies, where you stand, is the ultimate surprise.
 
OldeWolf said:
The Sonnet of a Ladybug

The woes of the night scattered with debris
Among all the sunrise's morning ray's stroll
With the winds announcing the sun's decree
That demands an awaking of life for toll,
Where the stars seeks the sun's atoning throne
Avowing upon sun's demands to essay
The beautifying of flowers' cologne
Upon the decay of the night's display,
Whereas theater of the dawn sends it's crusade
Upon the scattering of the night's veil
Giving the morn another maiden maid
Prolonging across sky this sanguine tale.
There at the dawn of the morning's own king
A ladybug took quietly to wings
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Nice description of surroundings to a ladybug. English structure is a bit weak. Just my opinion.
 
OldeWolf said:
Twilight Sonnet

I stand here alone, hear no more whisper
From the silent taciturn, mundane rays.
When suddenly it burst a fiery bouquet,
Rays pigments the sky, all like searing myrrh!
I stand here strong, my thundering heart weak
As all around, the sky bursts into song
Covering twilight in painted sarong,
There all the while, I stand here small and meek.
Twilight's own bloodbath shows daylight's antique,
As the moon's rise shows it's crimson physique
Click to expand...


To me, you did not end it. It simply showed me that there's no end but truly there should be an end. Perhaps you finally moved after standing for so long.
 
OldeWolf said:
The Battle Before Morn

I softly walk down the forest plain
Mountain breeze in my golden hair
With hint of coming fallen rains
All swimming across clouded air

My armors, faithful as can be,
Shines dimly in this hazed filled night,
Many an unknown eyes upon me I see
Here alone, in this haze of an evening twilight

Rustle of sounds unseen
Slight grin crinkles my eyes
Around, such silent forest, or so it seems
“Come out!” I shout, “Come out from where you hide!”

Evil laugher besieges the forest
I lift up my trust-worthy ax
Just as there came a crashing noise
And out came an enemy from my past

Grinning in a sure smile
I beckon to him, the evil great warrior
“What has taken you so long a while?
Looks like you got yourself cornered.”

He snarled and jumped onto me
I blocked his sword in a loud ringing Clash!
Then I jumped away free
His huge dragon sword came down into a empty crash

I turn my face to him and grin
He quickly looked up at me
And he says, “your not gonna win!
“I will make sure to set your head free!”

Coldly he started to sneer
Venom spittle in his decaying eyes
The forest around trembles in fear
With lighting striking across the fading sky

Ominous the silent became
The wild of the forest, in that moment tamed
And closer, a walking death, he came
To continue the deadly game

Suddenly with a flash
Onward he flew onto me
Hacking a wild slash
I block with my shield and jump away free

Quickly I turn, let flying my ax
Downward it flew, black death in air
It landed on his shield in resounding blast
Hastily I ducked, his sword getting only my hairs

I jump up, slamming my shield in his face
He flew back in faltering pace
Not waiting a moment to breath, onward I came
Forgetting his unearthly evil fame

Suddenly he gulped down something white
He laughed like a dead man alive
So fast he attacked and hit no longer light
Hard he pounded onto me, into the air I dived

Pain flows in my body
I glance at him in disgust
“You had to use dirty white! Coward king of nobody!”
But he continues to laugh like I was a creature living in dust

Onward we fought
And more I faltered
Often on to the ground I was brought
His eyes gleamed as if bolstered

I stood up in my final defiant
“Your going down, Old king Thoran”
I lifted up my hands both facing its palm ends
A strange surging power, onward in my body it ran

What’s left of nights light
Dimmed into a dark haze
My hands begins to shine like a starlight
As Thoran’s eyes glistened in frightened amaze

With the stars surging in my vain, I yelled
Suddenly in a blink, I attacked
Landing my ax, crushed went his chest, and he fell
The evil light in his eyes, slowly dimmed and went black

I stood over his dead body in the evening dark
I pondered his place in the fair land of Xenimus
For I know he was simply someone’s nark
Someone that wont be so easily missed

And so in that haze of star filled night
The mysterious grimly good warrior walks free
To go greet the morning twilight
And the morning dewed breeze…
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Very good, but no one bled, only there was clashings between sword, shield, and an axe. Why not be more realistic, you being cut by the sword, making you feel the pain and as you feel the pain, it drives you to a different state of mind, where you have to live for those who finds you precious to them.
 
lucas said:
I live life findin ways to cope for the days im broke
cuz annual dissapoinment slays all hope
and i was told success is a short road
but then the doors closed on my course chose
these sold soul troll's got us livin foul
im sippin now cuz i took a hit of life and started trippin out
it's like boozins my tradition as im loosin my religion
though never had one cuz i'd rather be a fool to suspicion
all i see is darkness like the sun was shattered
i've been so many places but its like none of em matter
my tongues a dagger well im hopin so cuz i got hopeless goals
hopin im not just another soul on a broken road
im a selfish asshole what more can i ask for
standin in raps shadow but sharin the same plateue
your jaws will drop as i cipher lies
and give excerpts of strife from the life of mine in these life and times

so vibe wit me im just ventin in every speech i drop
so eff the system for preventin any descent cops
and im gonna reach the top to succeed or not
these are thesis dropped for props to leave the reader shocked
the hopes there but i be actin like i dont care
ive been so many places still my life is goin nowhere
but since i live it then my truth is vivid
im hopin you can dig it my views i give it to elude the biggots
but moments of clarity scary to me
im seein things most barely can see my souls fairly deceased
ill be at peace once they bury me deep
and hopefully its not the heat of unfairly degrees
but i need to stop and choose proilly drop the booze
cuz on this road shit aint all smoothe on these rocky grooves
what do i got to lose i thought about foresakin this
am i here for god to place anger or for satan's bliss?
Click to expand...

Life can be cruel, but does not mean you should be cruel. Beside your place in the world is for you to know and for us to find out.
 
What, August 2012?
Sorry to revive this old thread, but I just want to tell you how much I appreciate your style. I wrote a lot of that in my younger years, occasionally still do...
For me, Tolkien's poetry was a revelation when I was thirteen-fourteen.
 
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