My Collected Poetry

This interests me. The words that are used seem to describe the doomsday. A day when everything will be obliterated.
A job very well done!
 
Thanks TJ.

Anyway, new poem, not my PotW one, but one I made tonight after listening to some songs by Celtic Woman.

And yes I know I messed up on the structure in the third stanza, but I can't figure out how to fix it

Rose
I see you now riding back
To your love who should be waiting for you.
I see you now riding back,
But disappointment is waiting for you.

I know that you're thinking she will hold you
So tenderly in her arms with love.
I know that you're thinking she will welcome you,
But something has happened to your love.

I sense you hear my voice on the wind,
As your horse gallops fervently so.
I sense you disregard the voice of the wind,
And its wisdom you should know.

I hear your prayers to me,
Asking for her love to you
I hear you asking me
To have her welcome you.

I know what's to happen soon,
As you look upon her face.
I know what you shall do soon,
And the anger on your face.

I see you at the door of her house,
Knocking on it silently.
I see you enter the lonely house,
Sneaking in so silently.

I see the smile as you wait
To surprise her in the darkness.
I see that you cannot wait,
To illuminate the darkness.

You should have listened to the wind,
Your love lays there soaked in red.
You should have heard the voice in the wind,
Trying to tell you before you also were red.

Now forever you will be riding back
To see your love who should be waiting for you.
Now forever you shall be riding back,
But disappointment shall always be waiting for you.
 
New sonnet.

Bounty​
A single arrow whizzes through the air,
Its feather fletching whistl'ng, otherwise
No sound is coming from the bolt that flies,
Its target seeming ignorant. The mare
He rides, its mane of coarse, well-cared gray hair
So ferv'ly flowing, perks its ears and eyes
To whistl'ng only animals realize.
The wealthy trav'ler tries to calm his mare.

The arrow strikes a tree, the archer still.
He draws the string once more, the trav'ler shouts,
The horse now gallops, though its whinney's shrill,
It has been shot, though not yet laying killed.
Anoth'r arrow strikes the man, no doubt
He's dead, this thief's new'st target free for th'steal.
 
Oh wow. Fantastic word choices <3 I would quote my favorite bit, however each line builds upon the next, so I'd just end up quoting the entire poem xD I suppose I'll just have to say "It's wonderful" and leave it at that(:
 
Thanks. I could disagree about the word choice, seeing as I'm not a big fan of it, but meh...

Anyway, new sonnet. Based on the beginning of Revelation 8(In the Bible, of course). I kinda took it a little out of context, and I didn't get as far as I would have liked to, but here it is anyway.

John's Vision​
The scarlet sky now fiercely blazes bright;
The clouds a vivid orange hue with gold;
The hills a deep and lovely purple bold
With sunrays gleaming for'ver past with light.
Shall I be he who's trying, all my might
Involved, to scribe what can't ever be told?
Or he who tries to 'splain what I behold?
Around me fly those seven angels tight,
Their wings I count to seven, each alight,
A silver trumpet each one's hand now holds.

There stands another angel, holding what seems
To be a golden incense burner lit,
The black smoke rising, fire so brightly gleams.
The angel offers only this, then streams
The fire from golden altar, unfit
For such a tiny censer, flames now teem.
 
New poem with some backstory, basically, one of the families at my school on of the families at my school has a son who is barely 6 months old, but is already going through spinal cancer. He is much better than he was about a month ago, but the cancer and tumor are still there.

Kanker Sores
A child's cry is heard through the stillness,
A cry of pain, a stinging, unimaginable pain,
Still only just born, but already feeling the merciless,
Unbearable feeling of pain.

The doctors sadly tell the parents
Why their child feels so much pain,
And they hear the doctor lament
To say that cancer is why there's so much pain.

They shed tears as the doctor attempts to comfort,
Saying that if all goes well, the pain
Will go away, and at first it'll hurt,
But soon after, it will treat the pain.

The parents say a quick prayer to One above,
Seeing their child in such pain,
Praying for the little boy they love,
They hope the treatment will heal the pain.

The baby boy's body is healing,
No longer feeling such terrible pain.
But still it persists, but for now receding,
And everyone hopes he'll no longer feel this pain.
 
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A very interesting poem you have done.
To me, it's a bit tedious for rhyming pain throughout the entire poem, but that's just me. It still works fine.
Before reading this, I thought it was going to be about literal canker sores in the mouth (I used to suffer through those frequently).
Nice work!
 
Thanks for the critique, TJ. I probably should've just done an abab pattern with the b lines repeating the same word, but meh.

Anywho, the reason for the title is that "kanker" is an old-fashioned word for "cancer", so I thought I'd use it the way I did to kinda make seem...I don't know, more...fitting, I guess, for a child.
 
Back on the writing scene.

Thy Cruel Hands, O Fate​
Doʃt thou beeʃt ʃo cruel in thy horrid ways?
O Fate, thiʃ question doʃt be to you.
I haʃt ʃpent all mine years and days
Aʃking thiʃ query true.

Mine land is frozen, all crops beeʃt gone.
Mine fields haveth no life, no flockʃ of sheep.
Mine wife doʃt lay in bed ʃick and alone.
Doʃt these from my actions reap?

O Fate, what haʃt I done to tempt thee
To bring ʃuch disaʃtrous ends?
Haʃt I been so blind I couldʃt not ʃee
That I muʃt maketh amends?

I doʃt not deserve to live today.
O Fate, if it be thy wish,
Taketh from me this very day
This life that shalt not be miʃʃed.
 
That's a nice "S" touch you did there. How is it typed?

The poem itself is stupendous! A classic, "ye olde" style.
I like that!

Keep up the good work!
 
New one ;D

Wake from Slumber​

The morning light comes and surrounds me,
The darkness flees from my sight,
And when I open up my eyes,
I rejoice at the light!

What joyous day
In the darkness!
When Heaven came,
And healed my blindness!

Though my body lay in the ground,
My changed soul does ever live
In God's kingdom, skyward bound,
No lore nor story nor even myth!

What joyous day
In the darkness!
When Heaven came
And healed my blindness!

The golden kingdom lies just ahead!
Just a few more steps of faith!
The gates open and in I tread,
Though in the ground my body lay.

What glorious day
When I have come into the light
Of God's city
High and bright!
 
...That's.....just......beautiful!
Not only is the structure, rhyming, and vocabulary good, but what you wrote about...
...absolutely wonderful!
The earth's final day will be the greatest day ever!
When will it come? Nobody knows.
I just hope it comes very soon.

Well written, Missingno. Very well written!
 
I agree with TJ, the structure and rhyming of this poem is phenomenal. A lot of people try and rhyme, but I've never seemed anyone on this forum perfect a rhyme scheme as you have. The imagery in here is also exquisite, especially in the first, third and fifth stanza. I could really imagine what was happening, and what was going on. This is honestly one of my favorite poems that I've seen on the site, very, very, very well done!
 
Remember when I said that I was back?

Well, right after that, school was kicked up several notches.

But I should be back fully now, and I have three poems to share with you guys.


In the Dread of Anticipation​
Spoiler:

(This one was written for school. Our assignment was to write a poem with a metaphor or metaphors.)

Through the Years​
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Salvation in the Night​
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The first one is a charmer. The details are beautifully written down. I'd definitely give this an "A" at your school.

The second one strongly shows how our parents can guide us through different trials. If we refuse, we can get ourselves in trouble.
It doesn't rhyme, but that isn't the point. It's still wonderful!

And last, but definitely not least, this poem is just....wow! This is a powerful poem. In fact, it practically got me teary-eyed. Seriously.
The rhyming is good, and so is the structure. But the whole idea...means everything! If it weren't for Him, we would have no hope.

You, sir, have great talent!
Keep up the great work!
 
The other poems are good, I really like Salvation In The Night. It has a unique rhyme scheme and structure. It's simple yet powerful. Your faith is very obvious and you use it to your advantage in this poem. Good job! :3
 
So we had another poetry assignment. This time, it had to be a (preferably) silly poem about a trivial thing, so I wrote a limerick.

Playing in the Rain​
A boy went out in the rain,
He went out to play in the lane,
But he was too rash
And he made a big splash,
And then on his coat was a stain.
 
You wanted to write a silly poem? Well, that's just what you did.
I really liked it. Sounds like something I would hear in a children's sing-a-long tape or something.
Good work!
 
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