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Poetry Thread

Discussion in 'Friends and Family' started by Old Thunder, Aug 5, 2018.

  1. Old Thunder

    Old Thunder Well-Known Member

    Since some people here, like myself, often engage in poetry writing, I figured that I would open up this thread so anyone can share what they’ve written here. I will begin with a new one I wrote this morning:

    “Thus Spake The Nightspirit.”
    Thus spake the nightspirit:
    ”The world is turning still.”

    Turning on as if it is
    Part of a divine will

    In the halls of happiness
    There find the bride’s focus

    Outside in the garden
    Find the blooming crocus

    There behind the garden wall
    Worms run all around

    And the nighthawk stands to attention
    In the summer’s ground

    But elsewhere, elsewhere, they heard the call
    Eleswhere, elsewhere, took up the song
    Elsewhere, elsewhere, they sang the tune
    And elsewhere they went out, by the moon

    Many souls called by the insatiable
    Spirits of the hills

    To the wild outer lands
    They came to see their fills

    But as the loon’s sound echoes nearby
    Some of these would not make it by

    They came to hear and to heed
    But for them was not the cry

    The old fisherman with his silver rod
    Finds himself at an end and odd

    The young mother whose dying breath
    Sends her kin to untimely death

    The old preacher who must face the stand
    And begin again without God’s hand

    The businessman with nothing but trust
    Must give it all up to begin to lust

    A young woman raped at a railway station
    A wearied mage with no use to the nation

    An old sorceror with none more to give
    And a young magician with no life to live

    All these had dreams, hopes and ideals
    All these went out to make them real

    But Fate is a master hard to please
    Alas, the world was not for these

    Thus spake the nightspirit:
    ”The world shall turn once more.”

    And so do we all, turn anew.
  2. MikaelaMuppet

    MikaelaMuppet Well-Known Member

    Can they be poems from famous poets?
  3. Old Thunder

    Old Thunder Well-Known Member

    I would prefer if we keep this thread for our own poetry. Those kinds would fit better in their own thread.
  4. D'Snowth

    D'Snowth Well-Known Member

    Here I sit
    All broken-hearted
    Tried to ****
    But only farted
  5. Old Thunder

    Old Thunder Well-Known Member

    Thank you Snowth, very cool!
  6. LittleJerry92

    LittleJerry92 Well-Known Member

    A star in the night
    A star so bright
    One can only hope it comes by just right
    We all need a little magic
    Even if the outcomes can be tragic
    If luck is something we want right now
    Then we ask ourselves,
    "Oh magic, where are thou?"
    Last edited: Aug 5, 2018
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  7. D'Snowth

    D'Snowth Well-Known Member

    *Patiently waits for Grammar Nazi 1,000 Eyes to go ballistic over @LittleJerry92's grammatical error of that last sentence.*
  8. LittleJerry92

    LittleJerry92 Well-Known Member

    Autocorrect on my phone. :rolleyes:
  9. Old Thunder

    Old Thunder Well-Known Member

    “Where are thou?”
  10. LittleJerry92

    LittleJerry92 Well-Known Member

    Yes yes, I corrected it. :shifty:
  11. MikaelaMuppet

    MikaelaMuppet Well-Known Member

    Maybe I'll make that kind of thread then.
  12. Old Thunder

    Old Thunder Well-Known Member

    Step with me into the mist that divides the moon from the tide
    The stars shine brightly down upon the sea in the deep of night
    The ferryman lifts his hand and beckons us to join his humble abode
    Weary travelers are we, now he helps to lighten our load

    Let us float upon the waters lit by nothing but the light of heaven above
    In the distance one can hear the cry of a mourning dove
    All her children to death were brought, ‘twas a fate they hadn’t sought
    Now forever punished for the evil that men do hath wrought

    Across the waters you may see a picture of the form divine
    The Goddess of The Peace lifts her head and sends now to us a sign
    Tears glisten upon her cheeks, her immortal lover hath thus gone
    Yet the lyre remains and thus she sings to us her song

    Ahead in the distance we can see the raven’s head
    Entreating us to enter not, telling us to “BEWARE!”
    Yet the foolishness in our hearts and minds leads us to the grind
    And so the raven takes flight, and sails into eternal night
    And we mortal fools are cursed as we enter the demon’s lair

    A tunnel looms ahead, all our senses lie dead
    The never ending form divine, an unholy sacred immortal shrine
    The gates have risen, the harvest brought forth nothing at all this year
    But still we Light the burning match and so we raise up again the fear

    But what you see isn’t real, those who know cannot tell
    If you should walk beyond the shore, you would become unwell
    For what mankind wishes to know they never will possess
    And so we Light the Wicker Man, and burn up Nature’s dress

    Look into my eyes again, they are darkened and silent
    1,000 eyes of distraught demise would not from a quest be bent
    And yet while the fumes of a diesel pollute the country air
    Old Thunder remains still unmoved, he too heeds not “BEWARE!”

    But now my dear, you must make a choice
    A crossroad of love and despair
    You may keep with me all night
    Or vanish into the air
    You may leave and have a life
    Shipwrecked upon the sand
    Or take my hand and hold it tight
    And I will lead you to the promised land

    So as we settle underneath the shade of the old oak tree
    One more tale has come to close, this for you and me
    So leave us here and turn away, our lives weren’t meant to end
    But the mortal world behind us now, will find the wedding again...


    If you had told me a while back that I’d be writing peotry for my own self enjoyment, i wouldn’t have believed you. But here we are.

  13. Old Thunder

    Old Thunder Well-Known Member

    The Harvest Lied

    Take not apart the summer day
    With which the dove and sparrow
    Help to drive the mist away
    And aim Poseidon’s arrow

    Upon a field of mental flight
    My soul shall bear no more to shine
    The darkness creeping in the night
    Has aged again like elder’s wine

    Upon the spotted darkened brow
    My mind Forever wanders
    And now I find time to ask how
    This puddle forever launders

    Awaken! O great spirit deep!
    Thine home of wood and earthy sin
    Will tumble anew with greatest reap
    And so let the harvest begin.

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