First of all, thank you very much. Your constant support means a lot to me. Second, I'm not really sure. You have to understand, I look at them and see a lot of flaws. I'm constantly trying to make my next poem the best poem I ever wrote. Sometimes they get better, but I always tell myself to work harder. I guess you could say I practice.
I read some of these and found them very enjoyable, I think you're pretty good! I especially loved Concrete Magicians. This is the kind of poetry that really appeals to me, the kind that captures emotions through abstract imagery.
I think poetry is one of the purest expressions of emotion, with the other being dance. I can't dance very well, so I write poetry. It's not about things being good or bad; it's about pouring yourself into words like water into a cup.
Cool poetry bro! I cannot write poetry or dance. I don't really thing there is a "purest" way to express oneself. I think maybe everypony has their own way...? Not that I have a problem with ponies that dance or write poetry.
This is a parody of the song "The Night Chicago Died." I thought it was funny. It's done from the perspective of Twilight during the Season 2 Finale. It was inspired by Prince Darkmoon's thread. Title: The Day Canterlot Died Lyrics: Mommy was a mare On the west side of Canterlot Back in Equestria Back when I was young On my brother's wedding day In the land of the two-bit coin When Canterlot city died And the tale keeps going on When a mare named Chrysalis Made arrangements go amiss Had her changelings in the town When the walls were breaking down I heard my brother cry The princess fell the day Canterlot died Pinkie, what a night it really was Dashie, what a fight it really was No Harmony I heard my brother cry The princess fell the day Canterlot died Pinkie, what a night the ponies saw Dashie, what a fight the ponies saw Without Harmony All my friends got up and ran For out last hope, it seemed But we ran into a band Of the changelings of the queen We were fighting our mirrored selves For the Elements on the shelves But there were too many to beat And they brought on our defeat I heard my brother cry The princess fell the day Canterlot died Pinkie, what a night it really was Dashie, what a fight it really was No Harmony I heard my brother cry The princess fell the day Canterlot died Pinkie, what a night the ponies saw Dashie, what a fight the ponies saw Without Harmony And we thought that all was lost So we wondered at the cost Then the magic swept us all And we saw them standing tall My brother and his bride The queen swept away by the tide The day Canterlot died The day Canterlot died Pinkie, what a night the ponies saw Dashie, what a fight the ponies saw True Harmony The day Canterlot died The day Canterlot died Pinkie, what a night it really was Dashie, what a fight it really was Love Harmony The original can be listened to below. I found the best version I could on Youtube: [video=youtube;eIrcSXqzZzY]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eIrcSXqzZzY[/video]
This one is also a poem inspired by The Silmarillion. Title: Fifty Shades of Red Poem: The men of string and bone Drawn together by calls of love alone Your natural order is all you know And in the end, you reap just what you sow First children many times disgraced With your lands and strongholds laid to waste You armed your sons and bade them serve your lords Now they die in fire upon your wards Ruin and destruction on the land Castles built on fields of sand Dragon calls and molten storms Amidst it all: the sound of horns Complete destruction and empty vice Beyond cold water and grinding ice "Send forth the fires that run like blood!" Standing fast as only their fathers could Swords rust to ashes Dreams burn to dust Gleam beneath the sky as a star A king of elder peoples fallen far On the heels of gods his horse can ride Swings his ice sword against the tide The eagles of windy song and grace Turn to bay and mar the death god's face "You'll never return to your aerie! What matters most is that you fear me!" Stepping forth from his gate; gaze of dread Answering the cries of living and dead The dark lord and the king in tales yet unwritten Swinging hell-hammer; the king falling smitten Complete destruction and empty vice Beyond cold water and grinding ice "Send forth the fires that run like blood!" Standing fast as only their fathers could Swords rust to ashes Dreams burn to dust
Thanks a lot legion! I try really hard, and I'm glad you appreciate it. Thank you very much Rashall! It means a lot that you support me in what I love to do.
So, there are a few different things that inspired this poem, but the biggest is "The Lay of Leithian (Release From Bondage)" by J.R.R. Tolkien, which, in my opinion, is the greatest love story ever told, and is definitely the most epic. I would recommend it to ANYONE. Title: In Darkest Places, Love is Carried by Nightingales Poem: Lonely among the slain and proud The heir must make his choice. Servants of his enemies Will be made to fear his voice! Wandering far to reclaim His father's broken land. Finding only memories And his father's ring upon his hand. He cuts through the webs of deception In the valley of death. Feeling this to be the inception Of his final breath. He crosses over the border Poisoned by his darker dreams, Until sweetly sung words lift the veil And tug upon his seams. Beauty far greater than starlight: The moon cannot compare. Stand dumbstruck in her presence As she vanishes into the air. You searched and searched, But all to no avail. But only call her name and she will dance: The sweet Tinuviel. Love's dreams are made of blossoms And her dress is made of stone. If you walk within her shadow You will never walk alone. The command of her father means A treasure; trading one for one. There's no returning from the quest Until the deed has been done. Betrayed by the minstrel's word His love must stay behind, But he reads truth within her eyes And she can read his mind. Searching far and wide seeking Aid from the king of the cave. He recalls his oath long ago Joining with the foolish and brave. Disguised as enemies foul and haggard Espied by the dark servant in his tower. Love languishes in prisons But runs free from her bower. Betrayed by the king's kin she flees Faithful hound bearing her. He slays mighty werewolves Putting fang and claw to fur! Dark mind tortures king's men And slays them one by one, But love topples his fortress And breaks every stone. A quest filled with tears Made of darkness and light: Long will the blood run Into the deeper night! Reunited again, but parting once more: The hero will not take his love to the fray. The hound grants them strength to open the door And walk through the darkest of days. At the doorstep of the iron hill The Red Maw wolf leering at them But a maiden with her indomitable will Sends him to a dream; they enter the den. Approaching the iron throne The dark lord is dazzled by nightingale’s fire! Uneasy sleep grips his demonic horde A jewel from his crown is acquired. The great werewolf bars the hero's way; He consumes the jewel within his hand. Its holy power drives him fey, And evil descends upon the land. Return with the jewel in hand And receive the lord's pity and love. A hunt finds the werewolf; Faithful hound sees his time is come. A song to the gods moves her love back to life. Relinquishing immortality In favor of being his wife: Hands joined for eternity. The power of song in a nightingale's cry Brings cities and castles to ruin. Her likeness is heard only in forest song And seen in the summer moon.
You know your poetry is good when all you have to do is read the title and know it will be a good one.
So, I know I've been inactive recently, but I have an excuse. I've been sitting up in a log cabin, miles from civilization, with no Wifi or other connections. It's been quiet. Anyway, here's a short poem I wrote a couple days ago. Expect other poems when I get back home (in three or four days). Title: Motion Poem: All the colorless words pave the street Building a path to remain. It’s a guide for feeling complete Without knowing another name. If you hate, you have time to love. And you always have time to begin. If your desire is a caged dove, You can sing sweetly from within. If you know the best of me, I hope you will recognize Your face remains a mystery. I’ve never seen your eyes. What does it mean to you If we have never once met? What if I mentioned the color blue Fills an empty sky of regret? Maybe you would call out my boast Among the secrets and lies And then you’d hold me close And let that be our chorus and reprise. It’s all just speculation at the cause Because I feel that I’m set, But what gives me pause is Maybe, I don’t know you yet.
