Poetry Topic
For all of you who want to share your poetry, please post and discuss it here so its easier for everyone to find.
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Permalink Reply by BloodLust on -
Thank you!
EpicureAnne said:I like this also.
Dwel lDus kDamnation said:your really creative and impressive!
Lady Victoria ~Grimm~ said:In The Corner Of The Pentagram
The Darkness Begins To Seep Through The Light
Oh Dear, It's Coming Back.
Separating Flesh From Bone
Where All Deepest Secrets Roam
Secrets Of Ancient Lore
Began To Come Ashore
It Had Never Really Gone.
The Silence Hung Too Long
For Weeks, I Still Heard Its Song
Tragic And Cruel, It Covers My Dawn
Their Smiles, Defile
Saints Tremble In The Forbidden Grave
The Dial, On Trial
Crumble In The Wind Of Midsummer's Wave
But, It Lays Within My Heart
It's Silently Tearing Me Apart
No More Beauty, All Just Pain
Again, It's Begun To Drive Me Insane
Tears Are Falling Once More
Hypocrisy Of The Babylon Whore
Its Poison Is Filling My Veins
A Scream Similar To Nero's Roar
Moonlight In My Eyes
Lungs Breathing Sighs
Blood On My Tongue
A Flood Of Crimson
It's Always With Me
In The Darkness And In The Light
Tearing Through The Innocence
Leaving Only Shards Of Midnight
Sick And Vile As A Necrophile
The Church Bells Seek Their Glory
For All Is Silent, In The Torrent
Of My Kingdom By The Sea
Will You Come For Me?
When Death Is Knocking
Upon My Crimson Door?
Give Me Eden After The Flood
Will You Cross The Waves Of Blood
To Run And Rescue Me?
Or Am I She That Shall Rescue Thee?
Well, We Shall See... Won't We?
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Permalink Reply by spectraldistortion on -
thank you, glad that you liked it, the album cover does indeed reflect that line...
EpicureAnne said:Beautiful.
I really like it. I was able to 'see' quite well when I read it.
there on the rocky mounds
That line made me think of the cover of a CD I just bought recently: http://www.projekt.com/projekt/product.asp?sku=PRO00038
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Permalink Reply by Mihaela Anca Farcas on -
wow
YYZ said:AN EXERCISE IN FAITHLESS BELIEF
*how can man play the game?
if he is not that sane
where would his soul be?
in a cage of patience waiting to be free
doth the blackened angels
in their darkened shrines
become of ashes and dust?
waiting to cross the line...
if there is a god
who can help us be saved
why does he look down upon us
as if we have in blood,been bathed?
in this ever-changing world
of war and wrath and weaving ways
there are those who shall believe
and those who wait for the end of days...*
ISOLATION IN FOUR PARTS
I-the experience
endangered thoughts belied unto my mind
a finite faith of which i cannot cross the line
symbols of sorrow and seditious signs
they all come under the chapter which is nine
II-the dream
cancer from joyous discovery
killing my need for harmless controversy
i await the final faceless fantasy
as spiritual as i am unborn, eternally
III-the awakening
answers to the catastrophe as yet unknown
a seeping force from flinching flesh to bone?
reminders of memories of thoughts from remaining alone
maniacal conscience in a grave creative tone
IV-the aftermath
and so a flying whore of death greets me with a deed
a fanatical fantasy of flying flames to tell me i will bleed
tortured soul asylum conjuring me and my seed
then moreover will i climb, to the chamber, there i shall lead...
THE WITHERING WEDDING-PART 1-THE GRAND GROOM-A SPEECH UNTO HIS WAILING WIFE
my quivering choir, my pagan pyre, my burning desire
like jewels in the nightsky of heresy
you seduce me bravely
like the midnight air
that none should beware
the calls of the wolf in my hearing heart
seditious love from an unbroken art
that you are indeed
the greatest of the seeds
the empress who shall lead
into a dreamscape of fantasy
a nightmare of flattery
beauty through the eyes of a goddess
alike the signs of your darkness
shalt thou angels and demons of this earth
die upon the burial of this birth
of a new engagement to become
the one symbol of this sum
a grand groom and his wailing wife
will they live upon the blackened stars
for all of the enchamted eternity
my deducable darling, my lively love, my most precious possession
you shall remain by my side
and together we will hide
from the life and death of this world
into another vortex, filled
with wondrous sights so daunting as each other
and so we obey by the commands of our mother
our mother, she be the dark lights
that will carry us throughout the night
from the lowest life to the highest height
we will force the dead souls
into bleeding for our holes...
the withering wedding-part 2-the wailing wife-a reckoning reply to her hopeful husband
my grand groom, the enlightened spirit of this darkened room
i trust you not to lie
whilst bleeding upon the sadistic sapphire
a joyous voice to receive
the emptiness of an unholy mind
faded into the death of all signs
seditous and malicious you are
a spiralling spirit of tender tears
failing to reach the unknown spheres
then shall i take you by the hand
to travel through the distant sands of time
though this be not a sacrificial sign
but a change of everything that is mine
and so i leave you upon the crafted stone
crafted by the angels and demons of that are alone
we say that they are forbidden
but what should we know?
that the eyes of god and satan are but mere mysterious zones?
then shall it be, the madness of fantasies
the cries of life and death
shall haunt us 'till the midnight air
come bear us in wings that do not worry nor care
i shall heal your pain
i shall leave your insanity behind
i shall breach your mind
until you feel the life of my love
and then, together, shall we fly
with wings so fair
to kill the demons of despair
and slay the angels of the air
wherefore this world is already dead
that be the reason our blood is red
and no other unusual colour
my love for you has come and gone
therefore we will create the birth of a sorrowful son
unless he understand that we, hand in hand
shall walk calmly to the gates of an unbroken land
for the creation of a new existence
slaying all that lies before us
life may have a new meaning
as we take each other into a cleaner clearing
we will be forever eternal
as the forbidden skies welcome us into an abraised arrival...
ok...these are all the poems i have written myself,and some i have included in my A-level coursework for english literature.
yes,i also accept criticism and opinions,because frankly i dont give a damn whether you hate it or not.
just tell me the truth about what you think,thats all i ask;)
chances are you will have probably read mine anyway on my page....
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Permalink Reply by Vladimyr Blaspheme on -
i write poetry. this is one of the poems i wrote a couple days ago, considering ive been writing alot of em lately.
Malice And Desire As One
by Vladimyr Blaspheme (my writing name)
there laid the once angelic maiden,
my lust's radiant haven,
where sweet kisses belay and welcome oncoming doom,
where the sins of man cometh once and again,
her beauty was sought by all and stained early
her virginty's flower was prebloomed.
she, the vessel of entaintment and her, the temptress,
in search for a bed to rest her slutty head, relentless,
in propinquity with the dirty god shunned crime,
"sir, for thou shalt be beckoned in good time"
virginity, the very word disgusted the taste in her mouth,
where men and words held close,
and where body parts resided when she knelt south.
seduced by her sylph-like, evil hips,
a sickening kiss on her pale lips,
welcomed to my abode, into my chamber she lept,
dainty in her ways, her eyes as the day,
a name on her the list she kept.
there in my house we dined,
after curtsy and welcome,
on cuisine of meat and wine,
arousal stirred amidst the midnighting table,
I brought upon conversation of a long popular fable...
vampires....
as we spoke of the creatures prowling the night,
my interest in her grew,
she believed not in the stories I up drew,
qouth I "what would be if I be one?"
reply dost she "I'll cast thee unto the sun."
in that we both found comical delight,
"let us go to thy room for this night."
As we retired to my beshadowed bedroom,
I felt an urge to assume,
that to my fancy she would rest in my bed.
In this I felt to rest my head,
but desire came as did malice.
In the sex that later ensued,
she held not shame nor rue,
with eventual words to surcease,
I held in anticipation, I did not release,
as sweat swept my weary brow,
she screamed "you're hurting me now!"
There came a scream following the sudden check,
I sought not pleasure, but the vein in her neck,
screams muffled by my wraith like hand,
her blood like the wine we drank, I leave my brand
and with death coming swift I thence withdrew,
my teeth left her neck, her face livid blue,
and i threw her to my cellar, laden with corpses that smelt of rot,
I attempted to waft away the stench, but for nought,
There again laid the maiden,
with not a single breath to spare
she bled out like the little bitch she was,
there she died, desiccated and bare.
tell me wat u guys think! :) i dont mind any opinions.
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Permalink Reply by Richard Stephen Mead on -
hey guys richard here i have two to share today, lyrics or poems u choose, but enjoy
Desire inspired this advent funeral pyre
A lion does not fear the jackle
as all his life is made of battle
first the hunt then the tackle
leave only the scraps to the jackle
where in the end he must descend
from this life in space a disgrace
of this place he takes at pace
that ends atop the most gnarled face
fallen from grace, left to rot in place
a struggle inside to accept his race
and in his dank turmoiled haste
crimson blood drips from taste
Caught, somewhere in mind
torn, from all his kind
burnt, inside he is entwined
cast from, all, he is blind
revered, now he climbs
tortured, for all of time
the blood drips in pools of wine
the opulent sit and dine
broken a life of decline
know now their lives are mine
feasting upon rank roots.
from discarded vines
well past their due days.
are the leading minds
blissfully unaware,
their ignorance stagnates here
born of the human race,
their disgrace I do not fear
look now in to darkest lairs,
seldom you'll find their cares
look now as the darkness lures,
take from them, with shattering spurs
hold no regards to his or hers
beware how the darkness lures with
bribes and bids from he who fibs and shits
rest not until they lie with the flies
and satisfied, are a million eyes that despise
this is a battle to impale the vale of the sale
of tales where the victorious are hailed,
sold is the gold with the hold of old
bold is the one who chooses not to fold
a predator race of limitless haste
the greed of man ensued and planned
look to find out which side you stand
before your left with nothing but sand
A lion does not fear the jackle
as all his life is made of battle
first the hunt then the tackle
leave only the scraps to the jackle .
Caught, somewhere in mind
torn, from all his kind
burnt, inside he is entwined
cast from, all, he is blind
revered, now he climbs
tortured, for all of time
the blood drips in pools of wine
the opulent sit and dine
broken a life of decline
know now their lives are mine
A lion does not fear the Jackle
as all his life is made of battle
first the hunt then the tackle
leave only the scraps to the Jackle .
Literati-an-lust
literati-an-lust, in hazed places,
with shadowed pages, the fire in me rages,
like sages in stages, of imperial conquest
undressed the beguiled, with wild and vial,
visions of sodomy
rained down to the acts, in the pact, point of fact,
desire shepherds me!.
(chorus)
I offer you, my cynical view
on events between, me and you
so much I sought, you misconstrued
this view I offer, paints you lewd
I viewed our dispute, through loves blind eyes
dismissed your manipulations, wound up in these situations
envision my station, a prison of ill fated decision making
my tracks are loose, why don't you just hand me the noose.
narcissistic, cannibalistic, disingenuous fucking whore
you fed on my soul, to nourish your hole, still you wanted more
(chorus)
I offer you, my cynical view
on events between, me and you
so much I sought, you misconstrued
this view I offer, paints you lewd
you got what you wanted from the start, then swiftly told me to depart
knowing full well this torment I impart, comes straight from my heart
chinks from Tinks seething deceit, lament on this page a fiery rage
from this stage on I blazed and hid, but always you opened my lid.
narcissistic, cannibalistic, disingenuous fucking whore
you fed on my soul, to nourish your hole, still you wanted more
(chorus)
I offer you, my cynical view
on events between, me and you
so much I sought, you misconstrued
this view I offer, paints you lewd
I desired to be sprung in your box, you denied me and my curly locks
a head above all else, lost now is, any chance of you as a spouse
futile denial saw me, through for a while
but see here now, this is much more my style
(chorus)
I offer you, my cynical view
on events between, me and you
so much I sought, you misconstrued
this view I offer, paints you lewd
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narcissistic, cannibalistic, disingenuous fucking whore
you fed on my soul, to nourish your hole, still you wanted more
rained down to the acts, in the pact, point of fact, desire shepherds thee.!!!! (*4 times then end)
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Permalink Reply by ADreamOfWolves on -
Okay, im a freshman in high school. im 14 years old, and were reading shakespeare. so we had to write a sonnet. and it had to relate to love. mine is probably bad, but i was inspired by dani's writing and tried my best. here it is
Under A December Twilight Sean Smith
My Queen Of Winter Is In An Eternal Slumber, Her Generation
Dwindles, But Thy Darkness That Plagues Thee Does Not Depart
Grant Me Thy Command, That I Shall Rule Thee Nation
Under A Full Moon, My Heart That Has Been Impart
By Your Lovely Grace And Aura, Drunk With Red Wine
My Divine Goddess, Why Do Thee Continue To Suffer?
Come To Me, Thou Fears Shall Vanish. Your Everlasting Shine
Compels Me, The Covenant Has Been Struck, Thee’s Life Grows Tougher
May We Eternally Dream Forever, This Deep Pain That I Have Dreamt
About Thee, Like A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow.
We Shall Flee Into The Shadows. She Suffocates Me With Thy Scent
Under This December Twilight, It Seems You And I Know
That We Have This Haunting Love For Eternity, Light May Have Been Broken
But, You My Countess Are Forever Beautiful. Once Was Said Is Now Again Spoken.
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Permalink Reply by BloodLust on
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Wow, for a 14 year old freshman, you've got real talent. This poem is DAMN good! I love it.
ADreamOfWolves said:Okay, im a freshman in high school. im 14 years old, and were reading shakespeare. so we had to write a sonnet. and it had to relate to love. mine is probably bad, but i was inspired by dani's writing and tried my best. here it is
Under A December Twilight Sean Smith
My Queen Of Winter Is In An Eternal Slumber, Her Generation
Dwindles, But Thy Darkness That Plagues Thee Does Not Depart
Grant Me Thy Command, That I Shall Rule Thee Nation
Under A Full Moon, My Heart That Has Been Impart
By Your Lovely Grace And Aura, Drunk With Red Wine
My Divine Goddess, Why Do Thee Continue To Suffer?
Come To Me, Thou Fears Shall Vanish. Your Everlasting Shine
Compels Me, The Covenant Has Been Struck, Thee’s Life Grows Tougher
May We Eternally Dream Forever, This Deep Pain That I Have Dreamt
About Thee, Like A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow.
We Shall Flee Into The Shadows. She Suffocates Me With Thy Scent
Under This December Twilight, It Seems You And I Know
That We Have This Haunting Love For Eternity, Light May Have Been Broken
But, You My Countess Are Forever Beautiful. Once Was Said Is Now Again Spoken.
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Permalink Reply by ADreamOfWolves on
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Thanks, i have about 3 pages of poetry. i probably could put up some more if you want.
what im mad about, and ironic enough... is that my written oral com teacher gave me a 14/20 on my sonnet! he put question marks by some of my lines. because he didnt understand it. its amazing how i comprehend it, but he doesnt!
whatever man. a 70 percent on a great sonnet.
Lady Victoria ~Grimm~ said:Wow, for a 14 year old freshman, you've got real talent. This poem is DAMN good! I love it.
ADreamOfWolves said:Okay, im a freshman in high school. im 14 years old, and were reading shakespeare. so we had to write a sonnet. and it had to relate to love. mine is probably bad, but i was inspired by dani's writing and tried my best. here it is
Under A December Twilight Sean Smith
My Queen Of Winter Is In An Eternal Slumber, Her Generation
Dwindles, But Thy Darkness That Plagues Thee Does Not Depart
Grant Me Thy Command, That I Shall Rule Thee Nation
Under A Full Moon, My Heart That Has Been Impart
By Your Lovely Grace And Aura, Drunk With Red Wine
My Divine Goddess, Why Do Thee Continue To Suffer?
Come To Me, Thou Fears Shall Vanish. Your Everlasting Shine
Compels Me, The Covenant Has Been Struck, Thee’s Life Grows Tougher
May We Eternally Dream Forever, This Deep Pain That I Have Dreamt
About Thee, Like A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow.
We Shall Flee Into The Shadows. She Suffocates Me With Thy Scent
Under This December Twilight, It Seems You And I Know
That We Have This Haunting Love For Eternity, Light May Have Been Broken
But, You My Countess Are Forever Beautiful. Once Was Said Is Now Again Spoken.
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Permalink Reply by ADreamOfWolves on
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Im not sure, i just did that specifically for my sonnet. i don't do it everytime i type.
it's just kind of an OCD thing for me ;D
I will maybe tommorow. Im kinda tired.
its 12:09 am here.
is it really that good?
hmm... maybe ill post one of my poems tonight.
EpicureAnne said:I think it's very nice, and you should post more.
Why do you capitalize each word? Do you do that in english class as well?
I remember having a conversation with Lady Victoria once actually, about this same thing, as she did this on an entire thread once, back when Gotherina used to be here all the time.
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Winter Has Arrived, Four Centuries Of Despair Lingers In The Air
Dusk Has Finally Been Unveiled, Releasing Darkness And Darkness,
Upon The Waning Humans.
that was the intro.
The Graves Are Open And Silent. They Are Awaiting Me.
I Hear The Wintry Forest Whisper My Name (i wonder where i got that from)
I See My Heavenly Goddess Calling Me To Her.
I Stalk Her, The Storm Takes Her Form.
Lucretia Is My Love In Vein, Though My Heart Unhealed.
I Endure For Hours, Scouring The Grounds Of That Wintry Forest
To Find My Lovely Goddess, Then The Mist Parts And She Has Vanished.
Darkness Fully Takes Us. I Envisioned A Castle Haunted In Erotic Despair.
Once Was A King That Ruled These Lands Joyfully.
But That Was Once Was...
(outro)
(: thereee!
EpicureAnne said:Well, it is not like the Sonnets of the Portuguese, or those of Shakespeare, but that doesn't matter. If you like to write, keep doing it anyway, even if someone was to tell you it 'sucked' etc.
What is 'good' is subjective anyway...what matters also is the emotion behind it. If you like it, then it's good! :D
ADreamOfWolves said:Im not sure, i just did that specifically for my sonnet. i don't do it everytime i type.
it's just kind of an OCD thing for me ;D
I will maybe tommorow. Im kinda tired.
its 12:09 am here.
is it really that good?
hmm... maybe ill post one of my poems tonight.
EpicureAnne said:I think it's very nice, and you should post more.
Why do you capitalize each word? Do you do that in english class as well?
I remember having a conversation with Lady Victoria once actually, about this same thing, as she did this on an entire thread once, back when Gotherina used to be here all the time.
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Permalink Reply by ADreamOfWolves on
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Not to sure what happened there...
but yeah, i know what you mean.
It's just that dani's song titles and lyrics are so amazing. I have to put it in my poem.
and A Dream Of Wolves In The Snow is my favorite song by them (hence my name)
So, i wanted to put it in there. i suppose i could kinda change it,
like... A Dreamt Of Wolves Frolicking In The Snow.
lol i dont know.
and ironically enough, my name is sean too.
Im turning 15 this june, been listening to cradle since summer of 05.
I first heard of them from my best friend's older brother.
who was into the death metal/deathcore scene
and i asked him, whats the most intense band you know?
(i wanted to check them out, and see how intense they were)
and.. he said i dont know, but cradle of filth scares me.
sooo.. me being my curious self. when i got back home that night
went on to myspace music and looked cradle of filth up.
this was when nymphetamine was their newest album and the first song that played on the playlist... I BELIEVE! was nemesis. and i fell for them ever since. <3
and i dont want to sound like im a poser/ignorant CoF fan since im only 14.
not too be egotistical or cocky. but i probably know more bout them than half or 3/4 of the ppl on this forum.
there's too many thornography/ i dont know anything about cof "fans" on here anyway.
sorry for the rant..
EpicureAnne said:OMG you're only 14! Oh, for heaven's sake!...
:X
Sean Revisited said:I wasn't talking to anyone, that was my poem.
EpicureAnne said:Sean he's the baby of the forum, he's only 14. Don't be too hard on him..
Also "A Dream of Wolves", maybe you should try thinking of not over using COF song titles or lyrics etc.
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Permalink Reply by spectraldistortion on
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The Knight Who Fell To Sorrow
the land looked so serene,
as the winter snow fell white,
was like a lucid dream,
the beauty of the night.
he walked with her alone,
under the moonless sky.
dark walls of stone,
dried tears cried.
unconditioned was their love,
hearts devoid of lie,
yet the one above,
had planned otherwise...
fate swept its long black arms,
and tore their hearts apart,
whilst he slept in dreamless sleep,
her once full heart now no more beat...
his tears rolled down her lifeless cheeks,
yet that smile never returned,
he wept alone for days and weeks,
yet fate was ever so stern.
his now hollow heart,
turned black with sorrow,
for his dreams torn apart,
he was left with no tomorrow.
overcome with rage,
his blade, harbinger of death,
his soul now savage,
he roamed the white white lands...
in search of blood,
his thirst saw no more ending,
the lands stained red,
stood silent witness to the madness, heart rending...
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