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Skara May 2nd, 2011 6:18 AM

Skaraflame's Poetry Bank
 
So I'm currently doing Poetry for GCSE, and I've gotten into it a bit.
I've written some strange poems that I won't go into, and a few limericks.
So basically, here's a poem and a limerick.

My last verse
Spoiler:

There lies my loved one, asleep on the bed.
I wish she weren't gone, but I face the truth, she's dead.
I, only 27, descend to my room.
Will I climb the stairs to heaven? or will the firey depths be my tomb.
I take her hair dryer, and climb in the bath.
Fill the tub higher, death my only path.
As I scrunch up this paper, and throw away this pen,
Know this is my last verse.
Beautiful Caitlin, see you in ten.


The Writer
Spoiler:

Sat there in the attic, scribbling with his pen,
A man so erratic, stays in his den.
Watching out the window, across Clock Town,
He decides the fate of the people, even he who wears the crown.

So feared is the writer, the townsfolk sent a hitman,
"That cheeky little blighter", he thought, as he devised a counter plan.
The hitman walks up the steps, readying his sword,
The writer took his pen and crept, crept along the creaking floor.

"I'll look at you and decide your fate" said the bitter old man,
"And a wound in your belly I will create" challenged the hitman, as if he can.
So they stood and they stared, face to face.
The Writer, he merely glared, the hitman struck without haste.

Clock Town now safe, the Writer deceased
Stood there was the victorious waif, the bloody body beneath.
The hitman, outside, the townsfolk cheered
"The Writer died! now there's nothing to fear!


Cold Whisper
Spoiler:

Men in furry coats, walking on the frosty grass,
dew drops, on every leaf in this grey foggy landscape.
A blue moon, shining through dead trees, is cast,
blue face, the hikers from their icy fate can't escape.

I, here in my lodge, heating is a blue flame,
watching strangers struggling silently.
A roar, I hear, a rattle of chains,
The coldness. An icy lancer. Whistles violently.

I step out. The cold attacks. I shiver and shiver.
My face now blue. the fog deep grey.
I step, carefully, across a frozen river.
The hikers stare. Dead eyes. Nothing to say.

They lie on the colourless, icy grass.
They, fallen. I see their struggle.
I bring them in. The warm side of the glass.
Fire still blue, faces red, they sleep and snuggle.


John
Spoiler:

There once was was a fella called John,
Who found that his wife and gone.
He looked up and down,
in his old dressing gown,
And she came back with her new man, Don.


There will be more.


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