{Spoony-Chan's Poetry}

[Sankari]

Instead of junking the place up with poems, I decided to make a thread completely based on my works. Here's some of my fine, basically unrhyming poems...

Tears of Blood

These eyes...
Sightless eyes of a fool...
They are too blind to see...
Too blind to foresee...
They never saw through you--
They couldn't!
Pitiful, pitiful eyes...
They couldn't see through the clear water...
They couldn't foresee the volcano...
...the magma...
...the ash...
...the darkness...
...why?
I slay these useless eyes...
They are blind to all approaching.
Why see when never can you foresee?
I weep near the brink,
A blade at my neck...
...when I realize...
...who...? Who's holding this blade...?
Is this my doing?
Is my death...suicide...?
But no...I grasp the hand bearing the blade...
Who's hand do I see?
It must not be mind...
It's too rought-skinned and bulky!
Why, it's your hand!
You are the blade bearer!
You've come to kill me.
My eyes fill with tears...
...tears of blood...
...tears of agony...
"Why? Why are you doing this?"
You cry, your eyes still fine.
My death is brought.
Fast.
Slow.
I don't know...
Because my eyes are filled with tears of blood...
I'm blind.

I must've been evil or something when I wrote this o.o I'll have you know that it has nothing at all to do with me or anyone I know...I just wrote it out of no where. It sounded sad and...bloody 8D

Voice of Angels

How do the wind and water
Create such a peaceful symphony?
As one lies upon the cool wet sand,
beckoning the seafoam to lick their side,
they hear the low roar of shifting water.

It is a wave.
No one I have met could define a wave.
An artist would name it a rippling curve of elegant taste,
poised to push back down into the depths.

A musician would define it as an element of a musical voice.
The voice of angels.
The soothing crash of the waves...

But I...I saw it as the wave which ripples inside a soul.
By the sea on a cool night, no human could become angry,
for the waves of the sea grant serenity.

The wonderful ocean waves.

I'm never really keen on poems that don't rhyme...I'll go fetch some poems I already made floating around here somewhere...

 

[Eliana]

Dude. o_o
That rocked. I haven't read that good of poetry in a long time...your choice of words, the flow, it's perfect ;; *hugs* You have won an Eli Award!!!


~Eli

 

[Sankari]

Wow! I never won anything on PC =D *gratefully accepts Eli Award*

So...here's another one that I made earlier with an actual rhyming scheme...

Autumn's Arrival

The sun glowed of fresh wheat
But slowly withered down.
Succumbed did the fiery heat
For Autumn sun was found.

Deceased leaves are dancing down;
Their death destined to renew.
Their frail bodies to nourish the ground...
Just how their mother grew.

Northern robins know snow is near
And prepare with utter silence.
To them it may become quite clear
That fall winds can be so violent.

Trees go about their way,
Sleeping with bare bark.
They watch you in the nippy day
And snore in freezing dark.​

I have another one still...just give me the time to find it...

 

[Sankari]

Here's my favorite one ^^

What Should I Do As King?
My father, king of all the East
Rest gently in his bed.
A whisper escaped his cracking lips:
"I will soon be dead."

I held his shivering hands to chest.
"No! It shall not be!
You are the king...
Forever king!
King of all to be!"

"Foolish son; why can't you see?"
He croaked through quivering breath.
"The only way to die in peace.
Is die with unshamed death."

"Father...who will replace your throne?"
I asked, pleading with much woe.
He blinked and sighed, looking grave.
He opened his mouth just so.

"By law and my will, the crown is yours."
He proclaims with his last breath.
The way his eyes were clouded back...
I was certain he found death.

Then I begged his lifeless form,
Feeling sorrow's sting...
"Tell me, oh dearest of the fathers...
What should I do as king...?"​

 

[Amy-chan]

Beautiful poems, Spoony-chan. Full of heart and emotion, these are. As Eli says, your rhythm flows nicely, and your words fit perfectly into that rhythm. Your poetry is amazing, and I look forward to seeing more of it. ;)

 

[Sankari]

Beautiful poems, Spoony-chan. Full of heart and emotion, these are. As Eli says, your rhythm flows nicely, and your words fit perfectly into that rhythm. Your poetry is amazing, and I look forward to seeing more of it. ;)

Much, much, much obliged, Pika-Mew ^^ And I have a butt-load more...they're from my old poetry thread...

Here's one about one of my favorite pokemon: Espeon!

A Stare, Not A Glare

Such an elegant shape
Pointed, elf-like ears
The long tail like a cape
There is nothing it fears

Out in the daytime
Sleeping in the night
It's voice like a windchime
Such fur...such a sight

The gem on its forehead
Resembles the morning sky
Such a dark, ruby red
It let's out a soft sigh

Its eyes are what capture me
Such an idle stare
It stares at the sea
Not a furious glare

But a soft, soothing, suddle stare...​

And here's my first poem I ever wrote ^^

A Will In The Night

O, the moon is alight
The sun fades away
The stars now have might
The owls astray

As their wings beat
So does their spirit
One thing, indeed
Will always hear it

The spirits all sing
And it will always stay still
"Nothing can withstand
The power of will"​

I still don't understand it Oo...anyways, another poem! 8D

Peace
(such an original name)

I dream of a place
Where the soil is healthy
Plants never die
And the people are wealthy

A place where birds sing
Fish jump out of water
A loyal man is king
And has a nice daughter

The reeds bow to the wind
Seaweed waves in the sea
No being has ever sinned
To either you, him, or me​

And even more...I love this one ^^

The Agony of War
The lives are at stake
Some already downed
Survivors have ached
Most diers have drowned

The sky's raining blood
The children all cry
As blood forms a flood
That will surely reach the sky

Survivors never die peacefully
As their souls shall decend
Will this never-ending agony
Ever have an end...?​

Even...more O.O This one is based on Mew =D

Immortal
Accidently helping one
Thinking it's a game
Just wanting to have some fun
To you it's all the same

Having only one feeling
You are always glad
I can't even think of sealing
The way you can't get mad

At times of perilous danger
You just give off a chortle
You're just a small pink stranger
Except that you're immortal​

There you have it! All my old poems...

 

[Amy-chan]

I looooove those. The first one and the last capture the image of the Pokemon you're writing about perfectly. The second one is very interesting. The third describes the impact war can have on us all very well, and the fourth is a nice dream to have and a good wish to make. Beautiful, beautiful poetry, Spoon. ^^

 

[Sankari]

I looooove those. The first one and the last capture the image of the Pokemon you're writing about perfectly. The second one is very interesting. The third describes the impact war can have on us all very well, and the fourth is a nice dream to have and a good wish to make. Beautiful, beautiful poetry, Spoon. ^^

Thank you, thank you, thank you ;.; I think I'll write more branching out from What Should I Do As King?...there's a lot more to it then that. Seda (the guy telling the poem) goes out to war...a wizard dude give him the Dark Genie power...a dude kills his girl friend...dude, I've got work to do O.O

 

[Amy-chan]

Thank you, thank you, thank you ;.; I think I'll write more branching out from What Should I Do As King?...there's a lot more to it then that. Seda (the guy telling the poem) goes out to war...a wizard dude give him the Dark Genie power...a dude kills his girl friend...dude, I've got work to do O.O

...............dude. O.O XD

 

[phantom_zangetsu]

wow pretty nice poems. i especially like the titles they...umm...are really something.

 

[Sankari]

...............dude. O.O XD

Yup. It'll be a project XD

wow pretty nice poems. i especially like the titles they...umm...are really something.

The titles of my poems are meant to give a vague picture of what the poem's about, of course. The title is usually just the last line or word...so, yeah. That was my goal :-3

 

[phantom_zangetsu]

hey me too. try to check some of my poems here. some of my poems i post here have their title names at the last line try checking them out

 

[Tsugaru]

*dies*you poetry is full of love,emotion and so many other fealings i cant explain*wow!!**dies again* they awesome!...i wanna hear more please!

 

[Amy-chan]

...i wanna hear more please!

Seconded. All the way. :)

 

[Sankari]

Just when I thought I didn't have any more, I found this Beautifly poem O.o

Wings of beauty

Wings of beauty
Wings I praise.
Eyes of ever-
Lasting gaze.

Floating by
In precious form.
Glittering by,
As if the norm.

Among the flora...
That's where you fly.
Lazily on...
Lazily by...

Your wings bring peace
Into our eyes.
So go on forever...
Float through the skies.​

Heh, I forgot all about that one ;.; I also have the next one to "What Should I Do As King?" So far...his dad died and made him king. Just to refresh your memory...

Who On Earth Are You?

I strolled quietly through the sheeting rain
My limbs and body a-quake.
My head was bowed, my tears ran cold...
"I must do it for his sake."

The wind howled in my ear as the castle doors opened,
Leading me on to the throne.
I scarcely looked up, my arms to my sides
As I felt myself give a graon.

Soaken and wet, I stiffly trod on,
Walking the aisle with sorrow.
People lined up along my path
Cheered me on for the morrow.

Father was gone, me given the crown.
I was to lead on an army.
I slumped in the chair, covering my eyes.
Thinking that I had gone barmy.

"It's a dream!" I thought, "Just a mere dream!
Soon I will wake up in bed."
But to my despair, the crowd gave a cheer
As the crown was placed on my head.

I peeked through the fissures of my hands
Hoping it would soon end.
I search the crowd, looking for flaws
That my new power could tend.

But then, I gasp! Nearly lost my breath!
Glittering blue eyes catch mine.
The eyes of a woman...a gorgeous woman!
When our eyes locked, I was blind.

Her innocent face I could not match...
She was stranger to country, no doubt.
But then, I blink. Her form disappears.
"She's gone!" I feel my heart shout.

My blood pressure high, I take a deep breath
And think of the future anew.
But a question passes my desolate mind...
"Dearest woman...who on Earth are you?"​

Wow...that one's pretty long XD My longest one yet!

 

[Amy-chan]

Yes, it is! That gave us more time to enjoy it! 8D

 

[Sankari]

Thank you, pika_mew ^^

Sorry for not posting any poems lately...I just have a little writer's block. The third poem of What Should I Do As King? is pretty difficult ;.;

 

[Pete]

Wow....they were really good.
Spoon rocks!

 

[~Mars~]

Spoony~Chan is the best poetry writer in the world!
Is there a fan club for sppony~Chan?
Ha-ha I have read all of your poetry now you can stop nagging!
I like pickles, and Happy Thanksgiving!

 

[Sankari]

Finally, it's done O.o It's very long, too. So long, that I'll have to put it in size one ;.;

Reunion in the Storm

A servant led me to my room
A room I never had seen.
It was father's once, as I had heard
Reserved for me, the new king.

Upon entering the room, I felt my heart soar.
"How vast!" I heard myself say.
The balcony, the pillars, the winding carpet
Led my mind astray.

The servant bowed and left silently
Leaving me to my work.
Although I didn't intend to toil.
Instead, I let my heart lurk.

And lurk it did as I peered out the pane.
I thought of her…her eyes.
I saw her face upon the moon,
Her dress flooding through the skies.

I wanted to see her again…
That's all I could think.
I wanted to hold her.
Just feel my heart sink.

Then the minister came in.
His face was aghast.
"Sire!" He panted. "Horses with
Carriage come up the road fast!"

"Who is it?" I asked.
"Do you yet know?"
"No, Sire." Said he.
"Their face has yet to show."

I stood up abruptly, my eyes blazing wild.
"Take me down." I demanded of him.
The minister bowed quickly, hurriedly saying,
"The likeness of that is dim."

"Why can't I go?" I asked with a whine.
"I'm King of the East!"
"I know, Sire." He said, trembling.
"We must protect you, at least."

I nodded, understanding.
It might've been a foe.
An assassin, a murderer…
No one could know.

The minister left and fled down the stairs.

I sat on my bed, thinking of her.
Was she safe? Was she well?
Does she have a nice voice?
Does it sing like a bell?

An hour I thought…
An imaginary wife…
But then there's a knock
And I come back to life.

It's the minister again.
This time he's less tense.
He grasps my hand.
"Sire, this doesn't make sense."

"Who is it?" I asked
As he led me down.
"It's the princess," He answered,
"Of the neighboring town."

My heart twanged at the sound.
A female at front?
But it couldn't be her…
It was merely the start of the hunt!

To think that she came to me…
Right into my hand.
It was absurd! Daft!
There I should not stand.

But the minister opened the doors.
My heart instantly stopped.
The maiden in front of me…
Made my stomach do a hop.

The brilliant periwinkle orbs…
Her celestial eyes of blue.
The same as that woman
From the crowning day I knew.

She was the one. The one I dreamed of.
Her cheeks ran rosy red.
"Hello." She said. "I am lost in the storm.
Could you spare me a warm bed?"

This kindly frail woman—
So fair and just—
Insisted resting in the
Basement with the dust.

"No, no!" I cried, bringing her upstairs.
"My bed is immense! Fit for two.
The second in bed tonight
Shall definitely be you."

She was appalled at first
But I smiled fondly.
She smiled back with love…
I knew that we were bonding.

And that night, as we lay in bed,
She whispered, "Will you listen?"
I held her close, nodding in turn.
Her sapphire eyes did glisten.

"My castle nearby…it's under attack."
She whispered in a quivering voice.
"I sought for aid from other towns…
And came to the East by choice.

"Is it the West?" I gasped in fear.
She nodded and held me tight.
"The West," She wept. "They want our gold.
They'll seize it through war and plight."

"Will you fight?" She asked through tears.
"Is your army strong enough?"
I thought of father's army
And recalled that they were tough

"I'll protect your castle." I said.
She hugged me and wept on my chest.
To go into battle this fast…
Well, it was only for the best.

There you have it. It's obvious why I took so long, right?