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metal bends to stronger will
life gushes away in a fountain of red
soon nothing between me and death

hate
father answers to my call
folding warrior rises again with fury
another second bought for us all

more
another one joins the fray
cutting past the barrier of steel
seeking the source of life

blood
my own screams pierce me
earth climbs up for an embrace
armor hammers the fallen

pain
vision cloudy crimson
link to god broken
somebody dies

up
rise bleeding
hasty prayer
delays

death

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*chuckles* Been playing just a bit too much Everquest, Zadown. :)

 

Still, a good poem all and all. The style is interesting, with the one word first line, and then the three lines of poetry below that. When skimming through, the first lines jump out, bringing to mind snippits of battle. (Which is where the person the poem focuses on is killed.)

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Most everything I write is just what I'd paint if I had the gift for that kind of art. So, if they convoy images, that's because they are richly colored, moving and lively pictures in my head.

 

Poems are for my lazy periods ... less words, less work. Have no idea about what is a good and what is a bad poem, though. With my normal prose I at least know I'm usually doing half-decent job, with poems I have no such reassuring feelings. I post what I post, and wish it's worth the time it takes to read it. -_-

 

And Gyr - easiest to write about things I know. Dying to heal aggro in Plane of Nightmares is one of those things.

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scaled feet tap the stone

huge bulk moves with grace

tail snakes from side to side

yet eyes alight with fury

 

prisoner of his own kind

roamer of the Halls

tested but not yet guilty

balking at the justice

 

a lizard appears

defier of the dragons

kin of the undead emperor

unwelcome guest

 

a roar and a bellow

and winter's icy breath

heralds of the guardian

vanguard for white wurm

 

he steps to crush

only finding bare stone

he snaps with jaws

to eat empty air

 

a deadly pursuit

claws bounce from plate

reptilian blood splatters

and marks the path

 

the little one persist

hisses and skitters

runs like a wolf

with fire on it's heels

 

turn through a door

made for giants

down vast steps

for titans to stride

 

finally talons connect

gouge hardened metal

fell the iksar

make him crumble down

 

a moment of triump

draconic yell of victory

he stamps the ground

whips with his tail

 

and is disturbed

again made to turn

by a blast of magic

a new challenge

 

he surges forward

ready to claim another

thundering up more steps

to close with the mortal

 

wurm unleashes it's anger

coats the walls with frost

slices the puny paladin

with shards of ice

 

he stands stalwart

ignores the gaping maw

mortal wounds opening

bones rent broken

 

paladin's axe scratches

slices and wounds

bites and claws

even as he bleeds

 

long neck snaps back

ready for a final blow

paladin retreats a step

and is healed

 

a pause

second of silence

wurm and a man

poised for a fight

 

paladin from afar

he gestures

invokes his god

marks the drake guilty

 

beyond the corner

behind the wurm

flows an army

soldiers of justice

 

a dark elf

slips his dagger

under the scales

stabs a deep wound

 

the puny lizard

rises anew and whole

repaired by prayers

now deadly with his lance

 

drake trashes and rages

spewing ice

clawing flesh

all undone by soft chants

 

he burns by the fires of sun

poison fills his veins

tiger tears his flesh

assaulted by magic and steel

 

light fades in the eyes

death's door

last enrage

crushing of a magician's pet

 

so he falls

forgotten prisoner

clutching in his claws

unadorned plate boots

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I like it even though it feels as if I'm missing a lot of information. Someone mentioned EverQuest? Perhaps I would need to play that in order to get the full effect of this poem? As for the initial post in this thread, I like how it's organized visually, especially with the first line of each stanza; it caters to the whims of my particularl mode of thought. Although I felt a bit left out in the second poem (Neither of the poems in this thread are crap), I did like the somewhat cosmic finality in the ending.

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Found some stuff from my My Documents folder. The first one is 1.5 years old, the second a bit older. Can't remember what I felt when I wrote them...

 

 

dead calm

 

I live in the high places

on the backs of leviathans

great behemoths of the sky

 

it is calm in here

still and quiet

and I feel vertigo grip me

 

I could drop from this nest

soar downwards claws extended

be a death from above

 

but I fear the seething sea below

the boiling ocean beneath me

falling is a lonely way to die

 

but perhaps

being up here

is lonelier still

 

 

 

 

repeat

 

I'm a sleep addict

eight hours are not enough any more

ten make me feel ethereal but tired

twelve blur the line between

dreams and imagination

 

reality is too harsh

or I am too soft

either way

I want to sleep

forever

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  • 1 month later...

GWs in SF

(or a lament to the lost time)

 

mountainside painted with blood

death upon death

bled over it

 

once more the hammer rises

once more the spectres charge to kill

crackles the power of conjured ice

over the rivers of lava

 

death upon death

and one more

 

 

mountainside painted with blood and guts

death upon death and one more

bled over it

 

once more the tiger growls

once more the judgement strikes

soars the spear of pain

towards the heart of a wyvern

 

death upon death

and two more

 

 

mountainside painted with blood, guts and gore

death upon death and two more

bled over it

 

once more the darkness engulfs

once more the fighting edge is won

claws rend the scaly skin

of an already old wurm

 

death upon death

and three more

 

 

mountainside painted with blood, guts, gore and sweat

death upon death and three more

bled over it ... (voice fades)

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  • 1 year later...

period.

 

I opened an old mail by accident

and even if I saw only a few words

of a forgotten text

 

I knew right away from whom it had been

and what it was about

 

I felt physically sick

as always when I see

my own blood flow

 

from that dead end grew a path

which I now walk

and even when I repeat

all is forgiven

 

the sickness does not abate

it erupts into pictures

visions of some other me

who did not go this way

 

and is now, perhaps

happier

 

or just sad in a different way

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I felt that the first 6 lines were mostly there for explanation, but was still left confused. If you wanted us to understand the background, I think you need another line or two. If not, then for me they were out of place.

 

After those lines it launches into what I see as the actual poem. I enjoyed it. I liked the style. I'm sorry, I've never been good at explaining what I do like about things, only to say that I did like it. And I did.

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5 lines I guess ye mean? "period." is supposed to be the title. -_-

 

In any case, I thought it is rather clear as far as poems go. Never read an old love letter (or some "bad news" -mail, I suppose) by accident and felt bitter about how things ended up? Ayshela obviously has. ^_^

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*nods*

it's especially bad when it blindsides you.. snagged it thinking it was something quite different, and the gut-wrenching shock when you realize what you're holding..

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Oh, a love letter...

 

I'm only 21 (as of today) and never had a boyfriend before this one, and he doesn't write love letters. I've never kept any bad mail, either. So I guess a lot of it is lost on me.

 

The title, ehh, that makes a lot more sense then.

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Sorry to crowd up your thread with all these replies, Zadown, but...

 

Imagine my surprise upon entering the Pen and discovering a PM from Finnius pouring his heart out to me with a confession that he's falling in love with me...

 

You just can't do that to people, Finnius!

 

Although I must say he was right about my eyes. :P

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I'll be sure to scold that boyfriend of yours, Katz! Someone with such talent should not be neglecting his love letter duties!! BTW, I think mine wasn't quite as eloquent as Finn's.

 

BTW, Zadown...always a fan of your work. :flower:

 

~Salinye :fairy:

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  • 3 months later...

blades

 

a friendly word

might conceal a blade

the edges of the sentences

slice up old wounds

 

an innocent word

can pulse with poison

wake up memories

best left alone

 

faceless, anonymous

our tones are flat

ASCII rictus

tells so little

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