Nevermore's Poetry Corner

[Guest]

I had another poetry thread here awhile ago, but I think it would count as thread necromancy if I brought it back so I'm starting a new one. (My usual name is Nevermore, and I plan on changing back soon from Slenderman)

 

I hope to update this thread every once and a while with new poetry from my collection and new poems I come up with.

 

So I'm just going to post some of my poetry randomly, if you have any comments or critiques please feel free to share them!

 

Note: Even though I write a lot of dark poetry I am generally a happy person, so please don't worry about me or anything. I just find that letting feelings out in poetry helps me feel better when I had a bad day, nothing more than that.

 

If you like what you see I have a whole gallery over at DeviantArt (a little bit of shameless self-advertisement never hurt anypony): http://shadowysilenc...rt.com/gallery/

 

The Cloud

 

This cloud above us

Grey, bleak, dead

 

Drains us of life

Turns words to ash

 

Emotions run dry, and

Friendships wither

 

We are left as husks

Simply wandering

 

Shadows of who we once were

Dead, even with veins beating

 

No hope, no chance

Just a dull routine

 

We turn our heads to the sky

Wishing, always wishing

 

Remembering the sweet

Sunlight and cool spring air

 

Trying to grasp who we once were

But all attempts are in vain

 

Those persons are dead

Grey, bleak, dead...

 

The Joke's on Me

 

In every joke,

Every smile

 

Lies the fear

That truly no one is there

 

The irrational terror

That on this world

 

I am alone,

Laughing at myself

 

The eternal fool

Undying and shattered

 

Monster

 

My deepest fear

Is not tangible

 

No mere phobia,

No easy explanation

 

It is a beast

That can be fought

 

But never slain, for

It will rise again

 

This monster

Tailor made for me,

 

As all monsters are

Perfectly molded

 

From our own fears

And dark hearts,

 

Chases me down the

Corridors of my mind

 

Bringing with it the

Cry of the lonely

 

The horrid sound that is

Suffering imbued in song

 

The Aroma of Flowers

 

Sitting, thinking

Here at the edge of

This world so dark

 

Hearing the cries

And from this perch

The miserable thorns are seen

 

Constricting...

Choking...

Unforgiving...

 

Yet here and there

Flowers, flowers...

Beauty unsurpassed

 

Growing and flourishing

As the dark vines

Roil round their forms

 

Sentinels and

Denizens of a world

Which abhors them

 

Smile even when hope is dead

For the breeze brings with it

The aroma of flowers

Edited March 10, 2012 by Guest

[Fire_Fly 499]

Very thought-inspiring. I'm not very good with poetry, but I love to analyze it. I think my favorite here would have to be 'The Joke's on Me', because it makes me think about the isolation one can feel, even when surrounded by friendly faces.

[Guest]

Very thought-inspiring. I'm not very good with poetry, but I love to analyze it. I think my favorite here would have to be 'The Joke's on Me', because it makes me think about the isolation one can feel, even when surrounded by friendly faces.

 

Thanks!

 

That was the exact feel I was going for with "The Joke's on Me"

[Fire_Fly 499]

I just noticed the DeviantART link up top. I added you to my watch a few minutes ago. Looking forward to reading more!

[Guest]

Some moar poetry!

 

Off Kilter

 

You claim my

Mind is off kilter

 

Yet is my current

State not improved

 

Over the hate

And death it has replaced

 

I would never return

To those dark days

 

When my thoughts

Whispered like shades

 

Controlling me

Not I them

 

You may not like

What you see

 

But please,

Consider this

 

Let me revel in the

Light of a new age

 

Rather than die slowly

Alone in the dark

 

Cheap Wine

 

Impassioned spirits

With a tang of greatness

 

Tastes more like

Cheap wine to me

 

Those Who Know Nothing

 

Held so lovingly

Or is it a death grip

In ignorance is warmth

But not warmth of the living

 

In the unknowing we find peace

Not the peace of life

Instead peace of mind

For a mind without thoughts holds no war counsel

 

The first rule of knowing

Lies in understanding

Thus those who know not

Understand all, for they know nothing to understand

 

But then what do we understand

Does our own belief

In our knowledge only prove our condemnation

As those who know nothing

 

The Canle and the Shadow

 

Shared by all

Held by none

Free above

Oh bright sun

 

To you I shout

The lies I spun

All the dark

Ties come undone

 

My foolish ways

Forever I mourn

The candle

Must the shadow scorn

 

Where once was taint

What had been torn

Now a new soul

Waits unborn

 

Alone, I Wandered

 

Alone, I wandered

Traversing my mind

 

Fighting for survival

Leaving darkness behind

 

Demons stalked my every move

Hoping my lost soul to bind

 

I kept on

Slow, resigned

 

Yet the torch burned

And the path was still clear

 

I lifted my head

And shouted for the demons to hear

 

Look at you cowards

Hiding in shadow as you jeer

 

I won't die, hear me

I refuse to lose myself here

 

The monsters were no more

The dark did fade

 

For all their trickery

I not once have strayed

 

The light of my friends

Cut the fog like a blade

 

To them I owe a debt beyond measure

Thanks to them I am no longer afraid

 

Look Again

 

You fall

Are there no answers

Not here

Alone in the dark

 

But look again

The light isn't

Always bright

But you are not alone

Edited March 10, 2012 by Guest

[Fire_Fly 499]

"Cheap Wine", to me, says so much in so few words. It would be my favorite, but I can't choose between it, and "The Candle and the Shadow".

[ZomBrony 347]

I love dark art, these poems are awesome

 

_/

That was only after first post, after second post I'm feeling inspired and have developed a dark narrating voice, let me give it a try

 

Inspiration, Inspiration

calling out to me

Inspiration, Inspiration

to me, spells free

[Guest]

"Cheap Wine", to me, says so much in so few words. It would be my favorite, but I can't choose between it, and "The Candle and the Shadow".

 

It is funny how more people seem to like "Cheap Wine" than some of my longer poems.

 

I love dark art, these poems are awesome

 

_/

That was only after first post, after second post I'm feeling inspired and have developed a dark narrating voice, let me give it a try

 

Inspiration, Inspiration

calling out to me

Inspiration, Inspiration

to me, spells free

Thanks!

 

Narrating voice for the win!

 

Here is some more!

 

Empry Prayers

 

Every step taken

The footing shifts

 

Once a safe haven

Now death's abode

 

The pillars of Eden

Mockingly portray life

 

All that remains

Is but a meager respite

 

Always,continuing on and on

Whispering empty prayers

 

The Moon Rots (my take on pessimistic ideology)

 

The closest we can

come to understanding

 

Is through the lies we tell

ourselves as we cry to sleep

 

Value, a farce

Worth, a fantasy

Morality, a dream

Life, a cruel game

 

The stars don't weep

and the moon rots from within

 

Failure

 

Failure

Do not shun it, but

Take it for what it is

 

A sparking current

Jumping along

Electrifying, powerful

 

A gift to those

Who know how to wield

Such a tool

 

Teaching us

Virtues which simple

Victory cannot

 

For every failing

Something learned

A profit beyond value

 

For in the deepest

Caverns lie

The brightest jewels

 

Value Every Second

 

Time

Sifting through fingers

 

We should Value every second

Like a diamond

 

Hold it long in embrace

As though it were a close friend

 

Remember the texture upon your hand

And recount how beautiful it felt

 

See in that second a light

So grand your very soul is put at ease

 

Only letting go when you must

And with joy welcome the next

 

For when the sands are washed away

By the sea of this existence

 

You will only have memories of

Those jewels that rush through your fingers

 

 

Here is another new one!

 

Beholden Within a Dream

 

Beholden within a dream

A visitor of sorts, one could say

In this land where dirt does gleam

And all feet don't tread the same pathway

 

I came to a wood, quaint and tired

A disposition not uncommon in forests

They spoke to me wonders, but mired

For all sang only lies in their chorus

 

Then an old man met me in the road

His grin was a devil, skeletal and mad

He offered me a cloak of golden silk to ease the cold

But before my soul was stolen, fallen to dust it had

 

At long last I came to the mount

The path wound shrinking all

Ever rising, to the soul pleasing fount

I had not a clue it was my funeral pall

 

As I lay down to rest, in this dream of dreams

And heavy eyelids sink and close

I know so little and so much of life it seems

As the beating of my heart, it slows

Edited April 4, 2012 by Guest

[Dragonshy 2,305]

A Nevermore poetry corner sweet!

[Guest]

Here is my most recent one, haven't really written much lately, I need to write more! >_<

 

The Smile Factory

 

Up here in my mind

Always working,

Spinning, daily grind

Flailing, whirling

 

The machinations never stop

Producing more and more

Always meeting quota's top

The smile factory does out-pour

 

Thousands of smiles,

Trying to cover

Any of the small trials

That all day hover

 

Floating and flitting

About my being

Trying to make me admit

To what I'm not seeing

 

If I ignore what is there

There is no trouble

I won't have to care

As my eyes see double

 

The little worries

Bubble and boil

Marking a time to hurry

So that the smiles don't spoil

 

But one wrench in the cogs

And the factory grinds to a halt

And so let loose the sobs

All coming down to my own fault

 

Perhaps if I just kept smiling

It would make others happy

Perhaps I'll keep smiling

To keep others happy

 

Always smile

Then no one will ask

Always smile

For the world wants you masked

Edited April 12, 2012 by Guest