My Collected Poetry

[Missingno.7-4468]

Well, I suppose that I should make a thread like this. Since I would hate to spam PC with a new thread every time I make a new poem, I'll post them here :D

Anyway...Onto the list ~

Graciousness of the Heart:
Now, anyone who pays attention to Poem of the Week should recognize this poem. Other than that, not much to say.

Spoiler:

To be in love is a wonderful thing,
With happiness and joy, kindness and giving,
Only ending with the world, past that still
Going on and on, only by will.

To be in love makes you sing a song,
A song of joy to be with whom you belong,
Through this life and past that too
With a single person, love will brew.

Through the darkest storms and brightest days,
Love is the meaning behind everyone's ways.
Through love only can a life be finished,
Nothing can interfere, be it fate or wish.

Through the years and many more,
Love gets only stronger, each other you adore.
To always be with someone, the meaning thereof
The joys and hopes of something called love.

The Calming of a Storm
Okay, this is an Italian sonnet I made a while back for Poem of the Week, but I forgot that I could judge, so I didn't enter it. Anyway, the poem is pretty much exactly how I feel when a storm starts.

Spoiler:

The trees and shrubs do wave their arms at me,
The grasses moan in howling wind around.
The soaking rain has softened hardened ground,
The lightning screams in thund'ring plea.
The stroke of falling leaves is guarantee:
The storm is here, the violent winds abound.
And as I look through endless woods around,
A haunting sight inspires wond'rous glee.

I look through window pane and glass
To see a storm with casu'l, limping gait.
I look at flying leaves and waving grass.
The tempest very soon will make its pass.
The storm has done what was its fate,
And falls to sleep as I must, oh, alas.

A Perfect World
This poem is kind of a pantoum I wrote to challenge myself. I personally don't like it, but I'm posting it because I've gotten good remarks on it.

Spoiler:

A perfect world, how great it sounds,
But I don't think the world could get better,
By this I mean that the ties and bounds
Of our current world are adequete fetters.

To state it simply, what I mean,
A perfect world, though how great it sounds,
Would really be too strict and stickling,
With outrageous ties and bounds.

If the world's chaos is your thought,
Let me put it simply, not being mean;
Would this society be for naught,
Being so strict and stickling?

Now thank the mess, bedlam, and furor,
I know that's the chaos you have thought,
Is the true cause of the uproar.
Such a society would be for naught.

I still think the world can't be better,
I thank the mess, bedlam, and furor,
Which really are the reason for fetters,
Which are true reason for the uproar.

Threadbare Love
Another poem I wrote for PotW. I'm not very proud of it, but I suppose I should post it. Not much to say about it. Other than it was inspired by Dolly Parton's "Coat of Many Colors."

Spoiler:

This coat I wear is torn and tattered,
Worn down, beaten, and battered.
I've had it for years, since I was young,
When I was simple, heedless, and unstrung.

Despite its age, I still can wear
This coat, though it's threadbare.
It must be quite a sight, me in this coat,
You'd think, of others, I would take note.

I will still walk with it on my back,
For without it my glow would lack.
I sometimes get joked about and teased,
But with myself I am pleased.

This coat is special, made with love,
And this I am proud of.
It makes me happy just to wear it,
Through it is torn and nearly split.

Boiling Blood
This poem was made fairly randomly a few days ago. It's pretty much how I feel about anger. And that's really all I have to say about it.

Spoiler:

Thunder is heard, and lightning flash
As red rain flows in boiling splash
This storm is far from normal, it lies inside
Of the deepest trench of my mind.

I build up walls so it can stop,
But it only flows faster, shaking the prop
That keeps me clear and sane.
'Twould be my only bane...

If this storm broke loose from constraints,
So leaving others for it to taint.
And as it nearly breaks free,
I put up my last defense, for now at least

This storm I fear; it rises on its own,
I feel like I should be all alone,
So to never see the light of day,
So to never another slay.

So yeah, that's all the poetry I have for now. If you have any thoughts or comments/criticism, please post. :D

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

This week's PotW...thing...

If Only
When you are alone and you hear the cold wind howling,
When no one is with you and the sea is crashing,
When the calm is surrounding, and a small voice inside
Reminds you of our love; with the wind it does ride...

When a voice tells you to return to your love,
When a whisper you hear reminds you of me,
When the thunder is clapping my voice in the rain
And your mind falls into a sad'ning disdain,

Then you will see what you have done,
Then you will know how I feel,
Then you will realise my love for you burns
Like a fire that dances and twirls and turns.

If you can see a great eagle watching you closely,
If you can see the ground beginning to wilt,
If you can see the clouds crying out
And hear them scream my name as they shout.

You then will know that I will love you forever,
You then will know the passion is true,
You then will know this fountain runs deep
With the love that loved you truly; your heart I will keep...

 

[TJgamer]

This is a very wondeful poem, Missingno.
However, only one thing bothers me.
The way that the first two lines in each stanza don't rhyme, but the last two do though. A structure like that doesn't seem to smooth...to me that is. Others may like it.
Keep up your good writing.

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

Yeah, I admit that it was a little weird. I often experiment with poetry like that. The poem itself was actually inspired by the song "The Voice" by the group Celtic Woman, though that was mostly just the phrasing and the ideas.

Anyway, I have another... experimental poem. Basically, the stanzas go 8 lines, 4 lines, 2 lines. We're reviewing exponents in our math right now, so that's the inspiration for the structure. The actual poem... I really have no idea >_< I was kinda going for surreal parallelism. Something may have stemmed from the fact that I was listening to "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds" at the time. I know the rhyme scheme is different in the second line, and I did that by accident, and have no idea how to fix it >_< It's experimental though, so I COULD use that as an excuse xD

Intertwined
To the east is nothing, to the west is everything.
To the north is something, to the south is anything.
Something is nothing of importance,
But anything is everything of circumstance.
You look to everything for anything,
And to nothing for something.
This is a place where everything is nothing,
And where nothing is everything.

Simplicity makes it ever so grand,
Its grandness makes it so simple.
It could be a simple path of sand,
Or the grandest of any castle.

A dreamscape made from delirium,
A vision for all memorium.

 

[TJgamer]

This poem is once again, pretty odd. But despite that, this one actually interests me.
The way the words are said are fascinating. Though the ending part is somewhat departing from the rest of the poem.
But your experiment worked pretty well I must say. Keep up the good job.

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

Here's a silly little poem I made for PotW. I came up with it randomly at school, but it is untitled as of now...

Many, many years ago, in the land of Toolahlay,
I came across a man, old with hair of gray;
These words he spoke to me in muttered speech:
"Seperate all your fruits, never mix an apple and a peach."

I thought and thought, but I could not understand,
So I went along my way in this strange and crazy land.
Then I met a pair of sisters, pretty as can be,
Then they said in unison "Never mix a pear and a lychee."

Then I realized this land was obsessed with fruits,
And that I looked misplaced in my fancy suit.
Then I was tackled by a boy, his face splashed with mud.
"Don't you mix melon and cherry," he said, "It'll be a dud."

Then I saw a smoothie stand in the middle of the road,
Thirst as I was, I stopped and dropped my load.
As I sat on a stool, this advice the owner gave to me:
"Never should you mix honeydew and a strawberry."

I looked at the menu as thouroughly as I could,
Struck with indecision, I then thought I would
Think back to all the advice given straight to me.
I made up my mind, and said very suddenly:

"I'll have a smoothie of apple and pear,"
I then thought "Do I dare?"
Continuing, I said "Put in a little cherry
And please do not forget a ripe strawberry."

He whipped it up with amazing speed,
This refreshing drink did I truly need.
I took one sip, two, four, seven.
Suddenly I realized: I should have ordered lemon.

 

[TJgamer]

Very strange feeling, but that's a good thing.
I definitely think this will be a winner.

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

This idea came to me in school a few days ago. It has a religious theme without being too explicit for a nonreligious reader ~(Maybe bar the last line...)

Foundation

When all is lost, I know my way.
When all is dark, I still see.
When all is turmoil, in peace I lay.
When all is a lie, I am still me.

My Home is there, even when unseen.
My Home is near, though so far away.
My Home protects me in my time of need.
My Home always shines as the day.

I need not the superficial;
My possessions I'll readily give.
I disregard the artificial
For as long as I will live.

Ridicule I'll readily receive,
For my life is in my Home,
That none will ever reave,
For my Home is everyone's own.

 

[TJgamer]

Timeless....simply timeless!
Like many famous poems of the past, this one should be well remembered in the far future.

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

Thanks, I really like it too, as it's better than most other stuff I come up with in school xD

Anyway, new Sestina ~

Déjà vu
What a wonderful place this is,
Why have I not been here before?
Or maybe I have and do not remember...
Is this place truly real?
Or is it my imagination?
It seems so strange yet... familiar.

Why does this place seem so familiar?
Can it be what I think it is?
Only in my wildest imagination
Would I feel like I've been here before.
I think this place may be real,
But the way in and out... I do not remember.

Oh, how I wish to remember
Why this place seems familiar.
This place feels so real...
Does that mean it is?
It's like I've been here before...
It could just be my imagination.

Is this place just my imagination?
How I got here I can't remember...
It seems like I've seen this place before...
As it is so strangely familiar...
Is this plave what I think it is?
It simply cannot be real.

It makes me think "Am I even real?"
This can only be my imagination,
That is the only thing I think it is.
I am now starting to remember
Why it seems so familiar,
And why I feel like I've been here before.

I know that I have been here before,
This place is not even real,
The reason this place is so familiar...
Is because it is my imagination.
I was here before, I remember
What this place is.

I have been here before, in my imagination.
It is not real, I now remember
Why it's so familiar, and what it is.

 

[TJgamer]

Some words are used a little repetitively.
But the concept is pure genius. Whenever I have a certain long ago memory, I try hard to remember what it was all about. But sometimes, it can be difficult.

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

Well, it is a sestina, but I admit that I used a few phrases one too many times.

Anyway, new poem. It's another somewhat experimental one with rhyme structure. It follows an aabb aabcb abacdc structure, which I made up. And yes, I know that one of the lines really pushes the meter, but it's the only thing I could think of. ~

Inheritance
We receive but do not deserve
The gift for us in reserve;
'Tis a gift ever so grand,
And for us was always planned.

Many say that it does not exist,
But everyone is on the list
To receive this amazing gift,
But whether they receive it or not is their wish;
If they do, their souls will lift.

'Tis our true inheritance as men,
An unbelievable gift of life,
And one that will continually mend
Our lives together, ne'ermore the same.
As we once could "enjoy"
Before this better life came.

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

Not sure what the double posting rules in this section are exactly, so if something is wrong, please tell me >_<

Anyway, new poem I made for this week's PotW. It's a villanelle, which can be an interesting form to do.

When and Where
A soul is lost from where he came;
Lost from his time; oh what a shame.
He tries to find a single friend
Who will try to make his "life" end.
Is this some sort of awful game?

He cannot remember his name,
It was lost to time in the same
Way as his soul, but now is penned;
A soul is lost...

To what things can this soul acclaim?
Have his deeds ever been proclaimed?
Will there be anyone to send
This soul away, so he won't spend
Eternity where he exclaimed
"A soul is lost!"

 

[TJgamer]

"When and Where" may not be that appealing to me. But it is still an excellent writing.
I'm sure many readers will like it. And I hope you win the contest as well.

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

This poem is just a random freehand I made after listening to "The Thunder Rolls" by Garth Brooks. Because it's freehand, it isn't all that great, IMO, but, I guess others might enjoy it.

Two Storms in One Night
The night is far from quiet,
In more ways than one.
As a single man tries to hide
What he'd done just a few hours ago.

He sneaks in just as a single bolt
Of lightning awakes his wife.
He got home later than usual,
And she may not forgive.

It's happened before,
Time and time again.
Though not often enough
To make it all seem normal.

She looks down the stairs to see
Him pacing back and forth.
He looks up in surprise
At the angry face of his wife.

He tries to explain himself,
Saying that work kept him late.
Despite the darkness she could see
The lying by his face.

A bolt of lightning strikes the house,
Though the storm had paused.
No fire or destruction,
But a loss of a life.

Now she is a lonely widow
By her own two hands.
She could not stand the way
Her husband cheated on her.

 

[TJgamer]

This piece of poetry is very peculiar.
And yet, it tells a definite story and teaches a valuable lesson.
I fully realize that there may be more of a backstory to this, but it slightly confuses me how the wife knows his husband is cheating just by arriving home late.
Again, a job well done.

 

[lahorsea]

You have some really nice free verse poems missingno :)

 

[Faline]

Gosh. Alot of wonderful poems.

I enjoy reading this Missingno. <3

Such an inspiring one.

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

@TJ: Well, it has happened enough that she was already suspicious, and when she saw how he was lying...Well, she guessed right.

@Other two: Thank you very much.

Well, I've got a new poem. It's another Free Verse, and I'm going to be entering it into this week's PotW, and I quite like it, even though I'm not a fan of Free Verse.

While in Limbo​

A tiny speck of light is seen
Twinkling in the great expanse of black.
A tiny haven can be seen
In the chaos that ensues.

A heart is torn on what to think,
Whether to head forward or back
Is the hardest decision that one could make
While in the limbo of darkness.

Here is nothing, even darkness hides,
There is light, but is it a trick?
Here is peace, there is peace,
It's what one chooses for themselves.

Peace of nothing, or peace of light,
Such a decision seems simple,
But it is hard to choose between
What one knows is right, or what is known.

 

[Missingno.7-4468]

Before anyone asks, title is spelled like this on purpose, to emphasize the original Greek meaning ofthe word "Chaos".

Kaos
The sun has been taken away,
Disappeared into nothingness.
The sky has dissolved away,
Primordial darkness left rippling.

All that matters has been replaced
By anything that does not matter.
As darkness looms over,
Nothing is left standing.

Chaos in its original form,
Ruled over by the black void.
No motion, warmth, or feeling
Left in the endless space.

Such are the dark recesses of my mind.​