Poetry for the festival

Hello

Let me get this thread started Poems for the festival contest. heres two to give you all ideas.

Love Lost

The darkness has closed around you
rant against the darkness
rale against the disease that has claimed you
the room cold and very white

the machine hum and purr
rant against the loss of love, life and dreams
rale against the unfairness of it all
the huff and puff of the machines the only sound

the silent figures move quietly around you
rant against the silence never to be broken
rale against never hearing words of love again
the darkness has claimed your voice

a figure against the brightness
rant against never holding them again
rale against never feeling their touch again
the figure holding back the tears

A single yellow tear rolls down your cheek
rant against the love never able to be felt again
rale against all hope lost forever
the life lost gone forever from us

The Sentry

A lone figure standing on a lonely rock
A storm building around him
rain lashing against his hooded cloak
Lightning flashes lighting him briefly

His foot perched up knee bent upon a rock
his eyes watching the ground far below him
Scanning the land watching as the rain falls
never fliching from his duty

Watching watching for any sign of movement
his post never lost for a moment
the rfain fierce upon his heavy cloak
lightning and thunder booming around him

A horn by his side, hanging loose, ready
a Call from it would quickly bring him aid
his sword, scabbarded waiting for its call
never wavering in his duty

the storm seemingly never ending
standing and waiting, always loyal and watching
the sentry always at his post
his watch is never ending.

Selfishness

A lone figure stands,
Between two worlds that hate him,
Yet saving both.

Both worlds scorn him,
Both wants rid of him.
And yet he stays, saving them both.

Both under attack by a common foe,
Both unable to work out what is happening before their eyes,
And the figure is their only hope.

The figure suddenly vanishes, for reasons unknown,
The two worlds fall into ruin and despair.
They wish they hadn't of treated the figure so badly,
But now it is much to late.

The figure reappears, everyone shouts hurray!
The worlds are saved by the one they never liked.
The figure, angered at the worlds' selfishness,
Says that next time he may not reappear.

The Warrior

I shall fight
With all my might
With all my rights

What that vampire has done
I shall overcome
What he has become

I shall fight
With all the lights
With all the heights

There shall be no limits on what I've become
There shall be no limits on what will be done
Together we shall all overcome

Signed,
Admiral

My Spear

This is my Spear.

There are many like it, but this one is MINE.

My spear is my best friend. It is my life.

I must master it as I must master my life.

My spear without me is useless. Without my spear, I am useless.

I must thrust my spear true.

I must thrust straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me.

I must thrust at him before he thrusts at me. I will...

My spear and myself know that what counts in war is not the thrusts we make,
the noise of our bursts, nor the smoke we make.

We know it is the hits that count. We will hit...

My spear is Elven, even as I, because it is my life.

Thus, I will learn it as a brother.

I will learn its weaknesses, its strengths, its parts, its accessories,
its sights, and its barrel.

I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage.

I will keep my spear clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready.

We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God I swear this creed.

My spear and myself are the defenders of my country.

We are the masters of our enemy.

We are the saviors of my life.

So be it, until there is no enemy, but PEACE.

I think I'll walk around a bit,
And get some mountain air.
Maybe find a treasure chest,
Perhaps a dragon's lair.

First I'll pick an apple tree,
And drink from yonder fountain.
I know I have a way to go.
( It's high up on a mountain)

I'll hunt some boars along the way,
And practice with my bow.
I think I hear a noise ahead!
...Be quiet...take it slow..

Is that my enemy over there?
I'll kill him ! Take his money !
I peek around a berry bush...
Alas, it's just a bunny.

Hello

Thursday is the last day for poetry entries....get them in now, and friday and up till the poetry readings you can vote for your favorite poem.


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Bloody Life

Born from blood and rage,
I am an animal within a cage
I am anger, I am a tiger.
I am a beast ready to rampage.
Then one gloomy night,
I was given such a fright.
When I saw the glorious light
That gave me sight,
And the knowledge of wrong and right
I was living in blood,
I was filthy as mud.
But now I am clean,
Because of what I have seen

The Hunt

The beast howls;
They begin their deadly prowl.
Together they start to growl.
Everyone agrees; their breath is fowl.
By the strength of their claw,
And the might of their jaw.
Together they are appalled by the law
Their hearts are filled with hatred and rage.
They feel like beasts within a cage.
As they begin their horrid rampage.
Mark of a dreaded Dark Age