MCD's Anthology of Poems

That was an awesome poem.I remeber when i used to write some here and there, but they're probably really corny now lol.Like the word corny XD.Great poem again.
 
Yesh... thank you for your lovely and kind reviews and stuff... ^_^ Anyways, I believe my writer's block has gone, so here's another poem ^_^ (HIDDEN MEANING ALERT!!! XD)

Like a virgin

Touched for the very first time
By the blinding light, I feel bliss
And rejuvenation flowing through
My heart and soul. I unfold my
Feathered arms and fly through
The sky like an eagle. Soaring
Through the gentle atmosphere.

I land in a green field, rejoycing
With little woodland critters. They
Frolick and play come rain or shine.
But the rain clouds never come, so
Happiness reigns among the land.
I carress a young badger's fur coat,
And we dance into the sunset.

I fly off again, but not into the bliss
Of paradise, but into the cold, harsh
Abyss. My wings clipped, by heart,
Perished, my soul, gone. I fall, screaming
With despair and hatred for the
Trickery it all was. I crash into a ditch,
Cold, and alone. No majestic wings,
No woodland animals. Nothing. Except
Myself, lying in a ditch.
 
Mr Cat Dog said:
Yesh... thank you for your lovely and kind reviews and stuff... ^_^ Anyways, I believe my writer's block has gone, so here's another poem ^_^ (HIDDEN MEANING ALERT!!! XD)

Like a virgin

Touched for the very first time
By the blinding light, I feel bliss
And rejuvenation flowing through
My heart and soul. I unfold my
Feathered arms and fly through
The sky like an eagle. Soaring
Through the gentle atmosphere.

I land in a green field, rejoycing
With little woodland critters. They
Frolick and play come rain or shine.
But the rain clouds never come, so
Happiness reigns among the land.
I carress a young badger's fur coat,
And we dance into the sunset.

I fly off again, but not into the bliss
Of paradise, but into the cold, harsh
Abyss. My wings clipped, by heart,
Perished, my soul, gone. I fall, screaming
With despair and hatred for the
Trickery it all was. I crash into a ditch,
Cold, and alone. No majestic wings,
No woodland animals. Nothing. Except
Myself, lying in a ditch.
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This one was very good. I adored how it began, with a seemingly blissful virgin exploring the world and embracing all that love there.

Now, I pictured the virgin to be a young woman, with large and beautiful angelic wings extending from her back. She enjoyed every last moment of life, as well as the creatures that live on this earth.

I imagined her soaring through a dense yet lively forest, frolicking with the animals and smiling the entire time through. Then, something happens. She's suddenly tricked by a heartless soul and ripped from her paradise into a world of chaos and Hell.

She's trown to the ditch of life, all hope seems lost. Happiness feels as though it may never reach her ever again. This was such a sad part to the poem.

"I fly off again, but not into the bliss
Of paradise, but into the cold, harsh
Abyss. My wings clipped, by heart,
Perished, my soul, gone."

This section gave one the feeling that this naive creature soared off once more into her paradise, but suddenly flew in the "wrong direction". She falls, her life shattering like a smashed mirror, shards of her life scattering across the earth.

I'm not sure if this is correct or not, but this poem suggested the idea of rape to me. o.o For that is truly what happens. You are torn from your paradise and sent to a Hell where fire blazes and chaos rains supreme.

Awsome poem, MCD. Even though I love all of your poems, each time you make a new one they get better and better. ^_______^

~Kelsey
 
I understand where you're coming from, but it's not rape. The person (I'll explain why it may not be a girl) was on LSD. The first two stanzas were about the 'journey' that the person took. In this case, it was one where he/she was flying then dancing around with a badger XD The final stanza shows the side-effects of doing drugs and stuff...

But thanks for reviewing ^_^
 
Ooh, I see. ^______^ Dancing with a badger? oO Those things are mean! XD

Well, even though my guess wasn't correct, I still stand by my meanings and that you have a true gift as a writer. Keep up the great work MCD. ^o^

~Kelsey
 
Since I'm going to be entering the Valentine's day comp, does anyone have any suggestions of which one (love based) I should enter?
 
Prophecies

Alone at night, a dying couplet say farewell.
Their partings are swift; like an angel
Of death. Betrayed, betrothed, between
Themselves are a matching sword and shield. Alone.
Together yet apart. But all is not lost.

They will be reunited, not in heaven, but
In the shadows of their past. Only there can they
Reap for what they have sewn. Unpicking
Every little stitch from the tatty hem of
Deceit, despair and the most important:
Death.

The Five betrayers shall be persecuted. For
When the past has been repossessed, Judgement
Shall reign. It shall sanctify the innocent, but
Condemn the guilty to a terrible fate.

The Power of Love. Sent from Above.
Death-defying this was not. But the
Consequences will wreak havoc upon those
Who have betrayed the Almighty pair.

Those who have not sinned will be spared.
But for those Five, a contrasting bridge of fate lies for
Them to walk across. Unbeknown to their fragile
Minds, their guardian angels have been stained
With their vulgar hands.

Alone at night, a dying couplet say goodbye.

Oooooh, do this one do this one do this one! ^___________________^ I really enjoyed this poem before when I had read and reviewed it. It is filled with such emotion and promise, this is the one I recommend for the contest. ^o^

~Kelsey
 
Is it based on love? Well... I'll write another one based on love and see if that one's better than Prophecies... ^_^
 
Well, it's kinda about the "power of love". XD That counts, right? XD Well, I'm sure which ever poem you pick, it shall be a great one. ^o^ Good luck to you MCD! ^^

~Kelsey
 
If you think that this one is better than Prophecies, then I'll submit this one. Unlike Prophecies, this one is straight from the heart... and stuff like that XD Enjoy ^_^

I love you

My heartstrings play a violin solo
When you walk into the room. My
Stomach becomes filled with little
Butterflies, flying around, filled with
Bittersweet emotion.

The hormones rush through me, and
My face turns red, blushing even at
The sight of you. My beating heart
Thumps against my feeble ribcage,
And yearns to be let free.

You're enchanting, encapsulating,
Dazzling, delightful. You are my
World, and everything in it. You
Light up the sky in daylight, and
Fill it up with stars at night.

But, you don't feel the same way.
To you, I am but a simple, yet
Solitary friend. The shy, unspoken
One, of whom love has never touched
With her gentle kiss.

But she has kissed me, and with
Cupid's arrow pointing to you, I'm
Never going to stop loving your
Radiance and brilliance. Yet, I can't
Utter those simple words:

I love you
 
OMGoodness, this one looks like a real winner Jon! ^________^ *huggles* I won't give it my 'all-out' review, seeing as you're entering it in teh contest, plus it came from the heart (awwwwwwwwww). ^^ But from what I can see it's wonderful, Jon, good show! XD

~Kelsey
 
awwww that's such a sweet emtionally-charged poem ^^ great job ^^
 
I know this is over a month old, but I am not reposting all my poems again... so I'm just oging to revive it as my writers block has ended. In this poem, if you've seen the movie/stage production Chicago, then you'll instantly recognise the bits in italics. Anywas, here it is:

Murder

He had it coming

Adultery.
A mortal sin.
Simply a pleasure,
Or more of a deep,
Dark, hideaway.

He had it coming

But with my sister?
How low could he go?
Lower than limbo.
Was he crying out:
Murder me?

He only had himself to blame

The secrets, the lies,
The slander, the smear.
Oh how could I live
With him anymore?
The end was near.

If you'd have been there

Tonight was the night
I ended the lust.
I thrust my coat upon
My stabbed back
And grabbed his rifle.

If you'd have seen it

I drove through the
Endless rain, stormed
Our house and barged
Into our bedroom where
I shot him - point blank.

I betcha you would have done the same
 
OMFG YES! XD I loved the movie Chicago! <3<3 This poem really striked me as very interesting and quite wild. ;D

This poem shows a lot about what happened in the scene in Chicago that this poem is based off of. <3 Betrayl, sins, revenge, and Hell all crammed into one. XD

I loved the beat and flow this poem had. ^^ I started to sing the song from the movie as I read the poem! XD Awsome job Jon. ^^

Note: It's OK to revive pieces of writing, you are also allowed to double post if you are adding another piece. ^.~

~Kelsey
 
I knew about the double posting, but not the reviving thingy... thought it applied to Fan Fiction only. But thanks for the review Kelsey ^_^
 
Well if you really care what I have to say about the last poem, I think it's fantastic. ^^

It really appealed to me perhaps with the dark theme. ^^ The rain sets the feeling perfectly, I could imagine a scene in my mind. It set my mind on fire, made me wonder what had happened to the person's sister...


The secrets, the lies,
The slander, the smear.
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I loved that bit, it's so catchy. =3
Adultery.
A mortal sin.
Simply a pleasure,
Or more of a deep,
Dark, hideaway.
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It really touched my soul, for... a certain reason... that line. I love how it starts - one word, which can mean a thousand different ones ^^; I have one problem with that, the only problem in the whole poem I found: Why does it goe deep | dark, hideaway? If they don't belong together please excuse me. XD

The flow was nice, and I loved the bits in italics; they tell a whole story on their own if you read them without the rest.

Lovely ^^
~Kylie
 
Hitler's Love

As the torrents of rain soak
What sunlight there should be
From the despondent dawn,
Corpses lie in their scores,
Swollen, drenched, not just by
Water, but by the blood oozing
Out from their hearts.

Two vultures, nestled close,
Watch, unstirred, as they swoop
Down and pick the eyes and ears
And flesh until they both are fully
Gorged. Leaving their hollow remnants
In peace, they fly back to their dead
Twig upon dead tree, and embrace,
Almost with affection.

As he drives his jet black motor
Through the streets of Berlin,
His fumes of human roast, clinging
To his bristle moustache, the Fuhrer
Stops, at a small florist to pick up
Roses for his beloved Eva upon his
Return to his hidden hideaway.

Should we rejoice in this gratitude
That the epitome of evil can find the
Smallest morsel of warm, tender love
In the icy caverns of his heart,
Or should we despair, for in these caverns
Of ignorant radiance lies the stone cold truths of
Evil, Malice and Hatred.

I hope everyone likes it... well, I think ^_^
 
Mr Cat Dog said:
Hitler's Love

As the torrents of rain soak
What sunlight there should be
From the despondent dawn,
Corpses lie in their scores,
Swollen, drenched, not just by
Water, but by the blood oozing
Out from their hearts.

Two vultures, nestled close,
Watch, unstirred, as they swoop
Down and pick the eyes and ears
And flesh until they both are fully
Gorged. Leaving their hollow remnants
In peace, they fly back to their dead
Twig upon dead tree, and embrace,
Almost with affection.

As he drives his jet black motor
Through the streets of Berlin,
His fumes of human roast, clinging
To his bristle moustache, the Fuhrer
Stops, at a small florist to pick up
Roses for his beloved Eva upon his
Return to his hidden hideaway.

Should we rejoice in this gratitude
That the epitome of evil can find the
Smallest morsel of warm, tender love
In the icy caverns of his heart,
Or should we despair, for in these caverns
Of ignorant radiance lies the stone cold truths of
Evil, Malice and Hatred.

I hope everyone likes it... well, I think ^_^
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Oooh, this was a very nice poem, Jon. ^________^ I love the themes you choose, they're totally random yet the poems have such meaning that your randomness doesn't even matter. XD

I adore the descriptions you used, especially this part:
His fumes of human roast, clinging
To his bristle moustache, the Fuhrer

It made me think of an ecil so great...that no human could possibly surpass it. To me, Hitler was not a man. He was the lowest parasite that could have ever existed upon this earth. The murderous traits he had...and the torture chambers he had concocted...that man was truly evil.

Your poem doesn't just show the evil that was vurning inside Hitler, but you bring light to the dreadful moment. This is the part I'm talking about:
Stops, at a small florist to pick up
Roses for his beloved Eva upon his
Return to his hidden hideaway.

The part with the roses sort of brings light to the moment of despair. For it contrasts quite nicely. An evil man hold a beautiful flower. Yet every rose has its thorns.

Awesome job Jon! ^^ I absolutely loved it. <3333 *glomps*

~Kelsey
 
Psychiatry

I grab my pistol from my pocket.
I shoot the first person I see.
In the chest. In the heart.
Everyone flees in danger.
I shoot again. A woman this time.
Almost point blank range.
I shoot randomly. I then reload.
I keep shooting everyone.
No one can hide from me.
I shoot a man in blue.
I shoot another one.
And another one.
And another one.
Until I am shot. With a dart.
I grow weary. I shoot again.
I miss. I fall. I collapse.

I wake in a cell, bare and empty.
A balding man sits at the other side.
He asks me the same question.
Why did I shoot?
WHY did I shoot?
WHY DID I SHOOT?
How am I supposed to know?
He thinks I'm insane.
Although, maybe I am.
Why did I shoot those people?

The balding man says he'll speak tomorrow.
I hear him uttering the words: Hopeless Case.
Why am I Hopless? Why am I here?
Why did I shoot those people?
Just... why?
 
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