Greypaw's Poetry Chest

[Greywhisper]

((Greypaw will soon be named Greywhisper. So don't be alarmed if in 7 posts my name changes))

I decided to make a poetry chest of poems since this board is empty and I LOVE poetry. ;D

Note: Don't judge my poetry please. I'm not being mean or anything, but I can usually tell how good (or bad) my poetry is. Thanks. Also, all poems' names will be in italics and I will write poems of different shapes and sizes.

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Greypaw's Poetry Chest


A chest of poems

In a small town,
There was a place,
A meadow where poems used to roam.

Freely, happily,
Silently or swiftly,
Running here and there,
Passing everywhere.

Buttercups and daisies,
Of all sizes,
Would often notice,
The poems pass by them.

Often they spoke,
A few brief words,
Of Acronymes or Synonymes,
And of the changing world.

But there was also a man,
I think eighty-three,
That watched the meadow,
From his settee.

One night he dreamt,
Of catching them all,
So he could be rich,
And have a pool.

So he made himself a net,
But he was a fool,
For a net,
Was hardly,
A useful tool.

Then he tried once again,
With old mother hen,
To chase the poems to him,
To catch for himself,
But to dispare he saw doubt,
And the poems just slipped away.

But one day he used a jar,
A caught many by far,
And ran back to his home,
All content.

But the poems' revenge,
Came back soon again,
And he died of murder,
And arson,
Many things bad see,
All by poetry.

Later the chest,
Was soon found again,
By a couple,
Often cursed.

So then I found them,
Released them in bed,
And let them out here,
To be free.

[Greywhisper]

Poems

Poems
Often
Entertain
Terrify and
Ramble on but mine
Yodle.
(all the time)


The dragon of the night

A lone wolf howled in the darkest night,
In the deep parts of the woods.
Creatures here and creatures there,
In the dark of night,
Terrified of the beast above,
That comes out just at night.

A million shadows,
Across the land,
But which one is his,
Of the blazing dragon,
That shoots through night,
And light's the forest with a 'fizz'?

Crackling, burning,
The forest's a churning,
And still you hear his roar,

But when the day returns,
He hides away,
A great dragon he is no more.


A daemon

A daemon is something,
You can call your own,
Something to hold dear,
To love and to cherish,
Forever.

A daemon is the one,
That shares your soul,
Your thoughts,
Annoys you,
Bamboozles you,
But never betrays you.

A daemon is something,
Amazing,
Inspiring,
Tutoring,
Something that knows best (sometimes).

A daemon,
Is yours forever,
In your soul,
Whether you accept it or not,
Understand it or not,
And love it or not,
A daemon,
Is your soul.

Forever and ever.
And it will never fade away.

[Greywhisper]

Gone

I knew,
Since so long ago,
We were always,
So close.

When,
Did it stop?
Take a look back,
And realise.

I can see it now,
See it now,
In your eyes,
As my tears fall down,
Fallin' down,
So far down,
I can't,
Realise.

That you're gone,
Lost away,
Never again,
Will I leave you.

Now you're gone,
I won't betray,
I will stay,
With you.

(This, if you don't understand, is about someone crying whilst holding someone dear that's dead in their arms and promising they'll never betray them ever again)


Square Troubles

Square Square Square
Square Square Square
Square Square Square

Oh wait, that's a rectangle!

Square Square Square
Square Square Square
Square Square Square
Square Square Square
Square Square Square

(Not really a poem, but meh)


Dreams

Dreams.
Are my own.
Sometimes wonderful.
Sometimes odd.
Full of monsters.
Full of creatures.
Teachers.
Pets.
Weird situations.
Odd canundrums.
But mine all the same.

[Greywhisper]

Haikus

There is a great one,
A hunter it is deemed,
That likes to eat flies.

I dropped my soup,
Whoops that is not good at all,
Oh well never mind.

Bitter sweet mornings,
Butterflies are about,
Crisp, lovely, morning.

[Dreamthief]

These are pretty good. I like the first one the best.
Do you mind a little criticism, or do you just want fluffy compliments?

[Greywhisper]

Jul 3, 2011 21:08:21 GMT -5 Dreamthief said:

These are pretty good. I like the first one the best.
Do you mind a little criticism, or do you just want fluffy compliments?

Both, or either, I don't really mind. The thing is though, I find critising poetry pointless, because all poetry is beautiful, it just depends on the eye of the beholder.

[Dreamthief]

Not necessarily true. I've read some pretty awful poetry before.

Your poetry is really good. The ideas are intense, and some of your analytics are quite interesting. However, you try too hard to rhyme. If you can just shake the rhyme for a bit or try some different rhyme schemes, I feel that you can really free up your mind and let your words just...flow. It takes some practice, but I'm sure you could do it well. Some of the best poetry in the world has either such a complex rhyme scheme that you can barely tell that it rhymes, or absolutely no rhyme scheme at all. This is because rhyming limits the mind. It keeps you confined to only the thoughts that rhyme with one another. Once you break that cycle, your soul is free to communicate however it wants.

I'm a poetry fanatic, in case you didn't know. XP

[Greywhisper]

Jul 5, 2011 13:04:45 GMT -5 Dreamthief said:

Not necessarily true. I've read some pretty awful poetry before.

Your poetry is really good. The ideas are intense, and some of your analytics are quite interesting. However, you try too hard to rhyme. If you can just shake the rhyme for a bit or try some different rhyme schemes, I feel that you can really free up your mind and let your words just...flow. It takes some practice, but I'm sure you could do it well. Some of the best poetry in the world has either such a complex rhyme scheme that you can barely tell that it rhymes, or absolutely no rhyme scheme at all. This is because rhyming limits the mind. It keeps you confined to only the thoughts that rhyme with one another. Once you break that cycle, your soul is free to communicate however it wants.

I'm a poetry fanatic, in case you didn't know. XP

Right, right. Very true.
(Honestly, poetry comes naturally to me. I can write a poem in the time it would take for you to say, 'this is random')

So, I will try without any ryhming pattern:


I think of you

I see your face in the dark,
The shadows, they flow gently,
Your voice, softer than falling snow,
Your call, is home to me.

Whenever, I am alone,
Your voice can call me home,
When I'm sad, and lonely,
I think of you.

When comes the rain,
When comes the pain,
I hear your voice,
And I know it's you.


Woah. That was unexpected. ;D

[Greywhisper]

Wings of an eagle

I would fly,
On the wings of an eagle,
I would soar,
And see the land pass below.

I would be king,
Of a great kingdom,
And all would bow to me,
From below.

I would be king,
Finally I'd have freedom,
After all this pain,
Hurt and judgement.

But now I'm free,
Free to rule once more,
Set my eyes on my kingdom below,
The kingdom of my own.

I would fly,
With the wings of an eagle,
I would sing,
To my country below.

I would rule the sky,
And take flight,
Because I know,
I can fly on the wings of an eagle,

Soar, oh soar away,
Watch my kingdom,
My land and,
Watch the days pass away.

[Dreamthief]

I really liked "I think of you." Except for "I think of you all the time." I think it's too cliche and throws the rhythm off, but other than that, I could see much more of you in that one. Try it again without the rhyme scheme sometime. It really worked for you.