GCoffee
Mar 18, 2012, 03:37 PM
So guys, whenever inspiration struck me, I felt like writing a poem. Here are some I feel content of sharing, I hope you will find one to be to your liking among these. :-? :-)
Oh miracle book
[spoiler-box]Oh miracle book, what foolishness.
Want to bestow me with power, limitless?
A man of just and righteousness
shall choose and not me,
a madness-driven, power-hungry fool.
I oblige your demand;
deny it I can not.
But be aware of what follows,
for it is disease and destruction.[/spoiler-box]
Fool's Ball
[spoiler-box]"Under your mask you hide, my darling?", she speaks; caressing him fondly, getting closer.
"Indeed,", he replies, "my little bird. And yet you still feel drawn to me."
A smile on her face as she prims her lips.
Red stains are bequeathed as soft flesh blends with metal.
"A man like you stirs my interest. Arouse it does me very so."
They embrace each other and a candle is lit; her chest is pressed against his.
How remarkable are the kisses they share; an embodiment of lust.
But more so than tale of passion, they teach us, indeed, a valuable lesson.
Blood runs down those rosy cheeks, taints the crinkled bedsheet red.
"Trusting a stranger, what a fool.", is heard whispering the masked one.[/spoiler-box]
Midst the battlefield
[spoiler-box]In the midst of an endless forest,
wakes the being that had slept for eternity.
It had wandered asleep,
for years and aeons,
without heart and without purpose.
In the middle of the fight,
a loss is made;
dear friends come and pass.
Hatred and regret is formed,
stays longer than life lasts.
In front of that shell the soldier now stands,
in front of that body without worth.
Bemourning the person that he has lost?
Ironically,
love's realization always comes last.[/spoiler-box]
Oh miracle book
[spoiler-box]Oh miracle book, what foolishness.
Want to bestow me with power, limitless?
A man of just and righteousness
shall choose and not me,
a madness-driven, power-hungry fool.
I oblige your demand;
deny it I can not.
But be aware of what follows,
for it is disease and destruction.[/spoiler-box]
Fool's Ball
[spoiler-box]"Under your mask you hide, my darling?", she speaks; caressing him fondly, getting closer.
"Indeed,", he replies, "my little bird. And yet you still feel drawn to me."
A smile on her face as she prims her lips.
Red stains are bequeathed as soft flesh blends with metal.
"A man like you stirs my interest. Arouse it does me very so."
They embrace each other and a candle is lit; her chest is pressed against his.
How remarkable are the kisses they share; an embodiment of lust.
But more so than tale of passion, they teach us, indeed, a valuable lesson.
Blood runs down those rosy cheeks, taints the crinkled bedsheet red.
"Trusting a stranger, what a fool.", is heard whispering the masked one.[/spoiler-box]
Midst the battlefield
[spoiler-box]In the midst of an endless forest,
wakes the being that had slept for eternity.
It had wandered asleep,
for years and aeons,
without heart and without purpose.
In the middle of the fight,
a loss is made;
dear friends come and pass.
Hatred and regret is formed,
stays longer than life lasts.
In front of that shell the soldier now stands,
in front of that body without worth.
Bemourning the person that he has lost?
Ironically,
love's realization always comes last.[/spoiler-box]