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Poems
Post any type of written poem. You can also post poems written by yourself or by famous poets.
But No foul language please |
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This is a poem I wrote on Yugi/Atem
In the silence of the damp moonlight sat alone the a hero in his own right a person who had fought for everything yet after it all having nothing Sang he a solemn cry as he stared at the starry sky banished was he from all of them Sat alone atem As he condemned those spin off shows Those vultures, those crows For he does not want the fame Nor does he curse or blame He wants just one last card game |
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A poem I wrote about a year ago, called "Haze of Self"
I am Atlantic fog around iron hulls- A wall of roiling impossibility. I am liquid, glacial air Surrounding him To find all his cracks and fill them Until he pulls aside the shades To beam through my incorporeality. Shattered, I slide down into his sunshine mouth To rest and burn away in the molten light. |
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Very well Written, the gloomy yet subtle approach of the poem made it a joy to read. I simply loved it and hope you post more poems.
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Now aside from Yu Gi oh poems I have written others too check it out
This is Graveyards Death comes from the end of life From the plunder of loves wife, Slaughterous thoughts come to one man Which he spreads all he can, Till that monarch captures the devils essence, To stare at peasants in a loom As the monarch brings doom, People shall cry parallel to the noise From which Hades poise will benefit, as he captures the souls of men as he lays there bodies in rows of ten But every carcass will tell If it lies in the Gardens of heaven or the Graveyards of HELL |
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Joy
I see the faces smiling, All around me, I feel my own face smiling too, For I’m not alone. I see my love and touch her, And hold her hand, As I feel her touching me, For she loves me back. I see those that my words have inspired, And I am grateful, Because their words inspire me, For I am recognised. I sigh. I look down. I keep walking, my head bowed and my heart heavy. I brush away the willings in my mind. I gaze at the colourless sky. I sigh. But for a minute: For just a minute I allow myself the self-destructive hopes, Because my desires pass my life by. And I smile with the faces, And I touch my love, And I inspire others, In my false joy. One step closer to the end. Written by me. |
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Nicely written Mew, Well done my friend
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Thanks :)
I was actually given the title "Joy" to begin with. I'm not really so good at happy poems. |
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Hello guys I have wrote a new poem upon the `Brutality of Man`
As the dark and hidden predator, snarled at its pitiful prey, the gaze shattered all hope and all he could do was pray: But God made this land to bewilder all human nation By showing the starlight and dazzle of his creation, But those damned men are merely hollows and their comprehension is as follows: For night without rest assures you of death, and days without regret make you Macbeth. And such a plural hole is in the heart of man, For even savage beasts can not copy the brutality of his hands, for how so could others understand Gods plan When us humans fear, losing even a few of what we can |
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