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I did a search and can't believe we have no threads on general poetry here (unless the search function totally hates me and actually has it buried somewhere else, if so I am quite embarrassed and humbly apologize. I also saw there is a written works section but it seems to mostly be only for MLP stuff alone so I left it be). I love general poetry threads and reading through them and contemplating their meanings.

 

As creative as our member base is, I find that rather shocking and somewhat depressing to be honest. I find poetry fascinating (even the bad ones) and love to rattle them off for my own delight and to others annoyance. As much as I love good stories and reading.. I find poetry to be a simple, expressive and very often inspiring alternative to them. Honestly i don't think i am any good at it... but I enjoy it all the same and hope you will as well. I really hope others will share their works and ideas as well. They do not even have to be pony related.

 

So without further adieu...

 

something basic to start it all off. I consider all poetry a form of storytelling or perhaps story conceptualizing at least...

 

~Storyteller~

 

Everyone needs a storyteller,
to tell them of faraway lands,
about monsters hiding in the attic,
or wizards with wondrous hands

Of adventures in old Camelot
where Kings and Queens did roam

and ladies lurked in regal lakes

and swords were pulled from stone

 

And yarns with witches stirring brews

or nights of vampires free to dwell
or even places best left untold
like Dante's basket trip to Hell

Or trips below our Mother Earth
to it's rocky hollow core
where reptile men and giant bugs
prepare for all out war

Or tales told of the raging sea
where Poseidon claims his crown
and pirates plunder passing ships
sending scallywags off to drown

Or maybe you prefer fairy-tales
where everyone seems to smile
turn the pages further back
and you'll find the tales quite vile

For every tale there is to tell
no matter the subject's age
all will gather around quite close
As I turn the page.

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Oh, such a nice poem! Has bard vibes in it! And it feels so fantasy-worldly! I love it!

 

Thank you. Please feel free to contribute your own.

 

 

~Feather~

 

A traveler in the wind a passenger do I be,

a piece of plumage from a migrant wayward wanderer,

I sail the seven seas and see for miles all around,

I visit ships of every shape and shake hands with sailors,

I yearn for inland life, but can not escape the coast,

I hear the passing stories from my inland kind,

they tell me of all the sights they've seen,

and I retell them in every place I do travel,

all of this from a simple plume an adventurer,

on a journey through and with the breeze,

with every mile comes a thousand tales,

each more grand than the last,

and finally I rest upon the beach,

listening to her calming wake,

and she in turn hears all my tales,

told by the feather of an albatross.

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@@GrimGrimoire,
Well, I'm not good at writing poems. But I guess it won't hurt to try? Alright, you convinced me. Let me try to write something...
-writing intensifies -

~Discord~
The rain made of chocolate pours from the sky
I'm trapped in this world, unable to die
I roam back and forth, not quite knowing when
I will be able to rest once again

It has been so long, I forgot who I am
My reflection is changing and shifting again
I forgot how I look like, I forgot where I'm from
I started to call this strange world my home

The chaos is perfect, so pure and so nice
The reality is just a big ball of lies
I will prove it to all, I will show they're mistaken
When all that they believe in by my magic is taken

I'll rule over the land spreading chaos around
All the order and law in the chaos I'll drown
Had you heard of me maybe? Does my name strikes a chord?
I'm the spirit of chaos, and my name is Discord

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I posted this already in the Luna Fan Club thread, it was just an off the cuff response to another comment and it was late at night so it's a bit rough, but what the hell, I'll post it again here since this seems to be the place for it.

 

 

The Long Night

 

The sun was high, and over the land,

the ponies were at play,

they relished this time, the warmth and light,

of Celestia's golden day.

 

But all good things much reach their end,

and light began to fade,

as shadows reached out for the dusk,

for home the ponies made.

 

When all was still, the land at peace,

hearths lit behind closed doors,

then Luna, the Princess of night,

would walk the fields and moors.

 

In solitude she kept her watch,

alone her time she passed,

guarding them all in slumber,

until morning came at last.

 

Each break of day, each crack of dawn,

left shadows on her heart,

the bitterness inside her grew,

and ripped her soul apart.

 

Finally it grew too much,

with fury she was torn,

the burden that was hers alone,

no longer could be borne.

 

And so came the fateful day,

as the sun began to rise,

the moon stood firm, and would not yield,

to Celestia's surprise.

 

"What is wrong my sister dear?"

Came a voice from out the gloom,

but it was not Luna standing there,

But the wicked Nightmare Moon.

 

"For too long now, you've had your way,

You thought you were so clever,

but if they cannot love us both,

then the night will last forever!"

 

Celestia, she was distraught,

at this turning of the tide,

she had not seen the suffering,

that her sister kept inside.

 

But too late now, she had no choice,

her sister she must fight,

and push away the darkness,

to make way for the light.

 

They fought on land and in the sky,

alighting on the palace roof,

and falling through, Celestia saw,

that the elements were close to hoof.

 

Without delay she took her chance,

Their power she called upon,

and in a blinding flash of light,

Nightmare Moon was gone.

 

Celestia she shed a tear,

as she looked at the moon in the sky,

to see poor Luna imprisoned there,

she whispered her last goodbye.

 

A thousand summers came and went,

before Luna was returned,

and when the sisters reunited,

her forgiveness had been earned.

 

The sun was high, and over the land,

the ponies were at play,

they relished this time, the warmth and light,

of Celestia's golden day.

 

But all good things much reach their end,

and light began to fade,

as shadows reached out for the dusk,

for home the ponies made.

 

When all was still, the land at peace,

the ponies all asleep,

then Luna, the Princess of night,

would walk their dreams,

and in the darkness, safe, them keep.

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-writing intensifies -

 

I really hope we see more of it. The world needs more Discord poetry. :P

 

Thank you for sharing. Loved it... it sums him up rather nicely I would say.

 

I posted this already in the Luna Fan Club thread, it was just an off the cuff response to another comment and it was late at night so it's a bit rough, but what the hell, I'll post it again here since this seems to be the place for it.

 

Thank you for sharing. It did not seem rough to me. A great story condensed to poetry form... I could see this tale being told and retold by many a stallion and mare on many a nightmare night.

 

 

~Girl~

 

 

Who's that girl?

she's my inspiration

forever an imagination

she's always dreaming

 

See her write

hear her sing

watch her dance

share her smile

 

There she stands

under the sun

a blazing brilliance

so care free

 

Hand held out

fingers stretching wide

reaching from afar

towards this reality

 

My arm slack

my hand limp

my face broken

my heart alone

 

Just my imagination

toying with me

she's not real

and never was

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~Headphones~

 

Music's melody staunchly adheres to my mind
Elation, captivation and a treasure to find
Thoughts, inspirations and passions through keenings
A bouquet of impressions and dreams subtle meanings

My heart does a skip, my soul it doth sigh
my heads on an axis, a world spinning by
I am not missing, I don't need to be found
I've just been ushered away and lost in the sound

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What no pony else has anything? Or is everypony else just shy? I hope so, because i am going to feel pretty stupid if I continue to be the only one doing this. :adorkable:

Anyway, on to something more miserable.

~Punishment~

Sometimes I am utterly blown apart
by the callous actions of those whose heart
seems taken with pleasure and utter joy
in the torment and suffering of whom they destroy

Words become blows falling like fists
pleas go unheeded, tears are dismissed
why all the hatred, what is the goal
crushing one's heart and flaying one's soul

Pounding bones into powder, ashes and dust
any shields for protection corroded with rust
this verbiage ceaseless, contempt without end
all one can do is try in vain to defend

Now stricken and bleeding their victim assaulted
the verbal barrage incessantly unhalted
tearing wounds over scars not fully yet healed
ripping back flesh to expose that not revealed

Looking for something, anyone to blame
not considering the thought it is always the same
abuse of one's self so utterly confined
trapped in the recess of an unforgiving mind.

 

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Is this a function of the forum itself to keep forcing copy paste quotes despite not hitting copy paste or hitting the quote button to prevent multiple posts in some way?

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Is this a function of the forum itself to keep forcing copy paste quotes despite not hitting copy paste or hitting the quote button to prevent multiple posts in some way?

 

If you were the last person to post on a thread, and you subsequently post on the same thread again it automatically appends the new post onto the end of the previous one.  I'm not sure what the reasoning behind it is, maybe to stop people trying to increase their post count by spamming threads.

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If you were the last person to post on a thread, and you subsequently post on the same thread again it automatically appends the new post onto the end of the previous one.  I'm not sure what the reasoning behind it is, maybe to stop people trying to increase their post count by spamming threads.

 

OK, I was thinking it was something along those lines... I just wanted to make sure i was not crazy and keep trying to fix it thinking I had screwed up somehow. Thanks for clarifying. ^_^

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~Bliss~

 

How happy a stone must be
just ignorant upon the ground
passed by strangers,
ignoring dangers
And making not a sound

And when the rain is coming down
making dirt roads into mud
it lays there in a rut
covered in slime and smut
And quite relaxed within the flood

And as the seasons change
and rain gives way to snow
it becomes quite cold
as winter takes hold
while the stone hides below

And although the stone can't smile
no emotion can it share
it has no worry
no place to hurry
and not in this world a care.

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A DISCORDANT MIND

 

By Randimaxis

 

 

Is either one the end or the beginning?

It's hard to tell apart the past from now.

Even when you lose, could you be winning...

to spin the wheel of CHAOS is the vow.

 

To tweak the delicate order of Harmony;

able to discern that rearranging.

For fluid as the world, your mind must be...

the only thing that lasts is ever-changing.

It isn't what you see;

try not to make sense -

the mind must be set free

for CHAOS to commence...

 

...for CHAOS to commence,

the mind must be set free!

Try not to make sense;

it ISN'T what you see.

 

 

The only thing that lasts is ever-changing...

for fluid as the world, your mind must be;

able to discern that rearranging,

to tweak the delicate order of Harmony.

 

To spin the wheel of CHAOS is the vow;

even when you lose, could you be winning?

It's hard to tell apart the past from now...

is either one the end or the beginning?

 

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That's two Discord poems.. I should get on that  :P  Thanks Randimaxis!

 

anywayz....

 

Something a bit more Haloweeny and just plain fun for the approaching Nightmare Night

 


~Cauldron~

bags of bones
and rusty screws
eyes of newt
and plant mildew

legs of spiders
moldy bread
something squirming
not quite dead

a pint of blood
a toxic frog
clipped toenails
distilled smog

worms and maggots
slugs and snails
skin and tongues
teeth and tails

who's to say
where it's been
what the hell
toss it in

What all's inside
there's no clue
but have a drink
of witches brew

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I was going to try to update this daily, but scheduling has not given me a lot of time to sit and really think on writing anything lately.

 

Anywho... paying respect to someone I miss. It still is not the same, even after a couple of years
 

 

~Meow~


Eyes like pools, blue and deep
hiding secrets you chose to keep
Soft plush fur, cute wet nose
white on body, black on toes
A burglars mask, a gamblers grin
an angel purr, a thief within
It is true, you stole my heart
it breaks me now to be apart
Never my pet, always my best friend
no lying, mistrust, no playing pretend
The place you lay curled now lays empty at night
and nothing about this can ever feel right
The halls are now empty, no footfalls are had
the house is now quiet, lonely and sad
Why did you leave, why did you have to go
why were you taken, I just want to know
I wish you were here, to comfort my fears
but all I can do, is remember with tears

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  • 3 weeks later...

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I mean to finish and put this one up a week or so ago.. and got busy and forgot about it.

 

 

~Loss~

 

 

She cries herself to sleep at night
so much wrong, nothing right
dancing terrors in her brain
pouring doubts down like rain

Feeling worthless, all alone
a stilling silence fills her home
tears on cheeks, eyes wide closed
heart ripped out, soul exposed

Jagged nails, hair a mess
laying in a state of undress
on a bed of shattered dreams
broken promises, unheard screams

Folded notes, broken hearts
words fired like poison darts
infecting blood and stealing breath
to bring about the lovers death
 

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Some beautiful stuff, I must admit.

Though while I am given to the prose

I can't say, that my words would fit

I fear the words that I would choose

wouldn't fit the rules or regulations

can never figure out what ought rhyme

or live up to an audience's expectations

Though heaven knows I've got the time

to churn out something as pretty as your ~Bliss~

but like my thoughts, they'd turn out strange

attempts to rival you would be remiss

I would likely get caught on something like Orange.

 

Its an easy enough job to rhyme, even on things like Twelve.

But there's more to it I'm sure, that we'd have to delve.

and going in blind just can't be advised

And why yes, I've done this completely improvised.

Perhaps, yes, It could be said, that I am quite shy,

but never let it be said that Widder don' try!

Edited by Widdershins
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This was actually written a while back. Currently it looks like someone forgot to send us Autumn and are slow as hell getting ready for winter.. makes me wonder if we are going to skip it this year?

 

~Autumn~

 

 

Spring and summer have left the valley
and the hills are bleeding brown
the rains bring promise of northern chill
through the vales the crunch of leaves
the daffodils all hang wilting

Trees reach skeletal far into the sky
like a nightmare creeping
crows and mockingbirds circling
like vultures over my head
singing of cold and shivers...

The daylight fades as does my sight
and I feel in bones the coming ache
like a forgotten injury
a copper taste within the air
a dull haze seeping from the ground

In the mossy afterglow
as a sigh overtakes the Earth
what once was loud and vibrant
is now a hollow whisper
as we dance the dance of death
 

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