Wednesday 29 June 2011

The Robot

Hi all!!!¡¡¡!!!

I've written a poem that I could probably drag on forever

So I'm gonna write a series of poems

:D

Enjoy!

Around the workshop figures stir,
Gears and wheels spin and whir,
Motors creak as they begin,
To melt and form the model within,
As molten steel and circuit boards meet with a hiss,
A head shape is formed and two eyes can see this,
As the head sees a body, two legs and two arms,
It sees them attach to it, science and charms,
As soon as it's finished the figure sits up,
Strides out of the workshop and into a truck,
Which it hot-wires expertly and drives off you see,
To go start creating its own robot army.

Pyro.

Sunday 26 June 2011

The Rose and the Oak

Hi all!!!¡¡¡!!!

I wrote another poem!
It becomes more of a nonsense poem at the end.

Enjoy!

A rose of pure beauty grows afoot a great oak,
The rose weak and delicate, easily broke,
But the oak tree stands tall, it is stronger and wide,
Yet lacking the beauty the rose has inside.

One tall, one slim, one pretty, one not,
But both have their place and they both mean a lot,
Though the tree lasts for years and the rose lasts much less,
It's own short lived life is quite equal to the best,
Of the trees that surround it I'm sure you'll agree,
That a rose makes a far better gift than a tree.

:D

Pyro.

Saturday 25 June 2011

The Realm of Terenok

Where the blue grass grows
Under two suns in the sky
And the glass forest whistles
As a breeze flutters by

Manta rays rule air
Giant snakes rule the sea
While cats, black as night,
Spotted white, roam free


In this realm of wonder
Of nightmares and dreams
This dangerous beauty
Is never what it seems

A Ghost's Farewells

In the night the girl stands quietly
Her eyes the color of shattered crystals
In the breeze her pale hair a-drifts
A sad tune she sings melodiously

About her feet, a tattered white dress billows
As her cold blue arm longingly uplifts
She sings of her past life and her adoration of one man there
To the bedside of her eternal love she goes

She stands 'side him to look into his feverish eyes
Her song she sings and his gaze right through her stares
Ghostly tears tremble upon her lashes as she breathes her good-byes...
For the last time her cold lips upon his forehead brush

But before she can disappear he does mutter, "Wait!"
To him, she soothingly murmurs, "Hush..."
To leave, she tries once more, but he sees her in his feverish state
"Let me come!" She weeps despairingly and says to him he cannot.

She tells him, for them both, he has to live here.
She quietly lays him to slumber once more.
"Ill always wait for you," she whispers in his ear
As she drifts away to patiently await him upon the cold shore...

Saturday 18 June 2011

Short Sweet Poem

I started a blog for poetry and writing, and this is a poem I just wrote a minute ago from the top of my head.


Blue skies up above me
dotted with cotton white
trees waving in the breeze
basking in sunlight
Blue skies up above me
on this glorious day
a sweet song ringing
from a little blue jay
Blue skies in the summer
you know it to be so
a time to be outside
a time when flowers grow 


Like it?

Thursday 16 June 2011

The Linden Tree

Helloooo! Ruby here!
I like linden trees (or lime - it goes by different names) for some reason or another - probably because it has so much cool history and stuff...





The Linden Tree

With honey flowers and heart-shaped leaves,
with healing powers to cure all grief,
this holy tree we once held sacred
this linden which was once beloved.

With tiny fruit that rarely ripen,
with beautiful wood that quickly heightens,
this holy tree we once held sacred
this linden which was once beloved.

With green leaves late into fall,
with heights up to forty meters tall,
this holy tree we once held sacred
this linden which was once beloved.

With the Virgin’s likeness carved in its skin,
and with Aphrodite’s name it once was akin,
this holy tree we once held sacred
this linden which was once beloved.

With emerald leaves adorning its crown,
with sturdy trunks that have been cut down
this holy tree we once held sacred
this linden which was once beloved.

A Recoil Reaction

Well I suppose I have to post something on here. But all I have at the moment is this. So here it is. Hopefully it's not too awful.


A Recoil Reaction



Phantoms weep

When a poet is no more

Suns will drown in endless sleep

When a poet is no more

Dusk will fall and twilight rise

Ravens talk and cruelty cries

When a poet is no more



Silence roars

When a poet is no more

Oceans flee from sandy shores

When a poet is no more

Forests quake and mountains shake

Deserts tremble, giants wake

When a poet is no more



Stars will sprawl

When a poet is no more

Diamonds break and empires fall

When a poet is no more

Wars will cease and so will peace

Death will run and life will crease

When a poet is no more



Bravery quails

When a poet is no more

Sadness grows and hate will fail

When a poet is no more

Children play and flowers droop

Joy goes on whilst pride must stoop

When a poet is no more



Words will falter

When a poet is no more

Thought will end and memory halter

When a poet is no more

Sight is blind and shadows scream

Touch is numb and stones will dream

When a poet is no more



Rivers run

When a poet is no more

Storms decay and rainbows shun

When a poet is no more

Envy glitters, wrath will wail

Light will pass and dark prevail

When a poet is no more



Hope is lost

When a poet is no more

Mirth is cheap yet friendship costs

When a poet is no more

Time will twist and truth will see

The end of all eternity

When a poet is no more


The Ancient Poet

Octaboona, see as you've never REALLY written yourself a poem, I decided to write one for you.

Enjoy!

The ancient poet, wisest writer,
To have lived and changed the world,
Dedicated to to the list of,
Unenlightened individuals.

Writing, writing, always writing,
Writing poems for ever more.


Pyro.

Wednesday 15 June 2011

The Mirrored World

Hi all!!!¡¡¡!!!

Another poem!

Enjoy!

The day, the night,
The dawn, the dusk,
The sun, the moon,
All mirrored worlds.

The dark, the light,
Most basic mirror,
As life untold holds much of both,
The black, the white,
They clash and shimmer,
As the play unfolds on the stage of the world.


Pyro.

You Are my Darkness and my Light

Here's a poem I wrote...
(yay! First of mine on this blog)
It's a love poem...


My world has fallen in two.

One half is darkness.
One is light.

You are my darkness.
You are my light.

I cry every night,
every day.
When the sun comes up,
when the stars shimmer in the sky,
like eyes,
watching me.
Watching you.

You went and broke my heart,
you tried to heal it, too.
But there’s nothing you can heal,
when my heart is torn in two.

You cried with me today,
you scorned my tears last night.
You hurt me day by day
but today you made it right.

My world is still in two.
Why is it so hard to stop loving you?

The Trees

Hi all!!!¡¡¡!!!

I hope you like this short poem I wrote.

Enjoy!

Two dark trees stand tall,
The keepers of the gates,
That lead to creatures, plants and fields.

Always there, and always swaying,
In sun, storm, snow, rain,
Always here, unreachable,
But still here just the same.

Birds land and nest on the trees,
Flutter flutter flutter fly,
Creatures thrive, from ants to bees,
The trees forever seem alive.

Always there, and always swaying,
In sun, storm, snow, rain,
Always here, unreachable,
But still here just the same.

The winter comes and now deserted,
Those two trees stand bleak and cold,
Countless years, those trees outlasted,
Where some are cautious, they stand bold.

Always there, and always swaying,
In sun, storm, snow, rain,
Always here, unreachable,
But still here just the same.

The memories from all my life when here, involve these trees,
Ancient beyond comparison, and none the worse for wear,
The guards of nature standing tall,
They always will be there.

Always there, and always swaying,
In sun, storm, snow, rain,
Always here, unreachable,
But still here just the same.

Pyro.

Wednesday 8 June 2011

The Dawn Chorus

Hi all!!!¡¡¡!!!

I've discovered, with the help of Skyril, the first few poem things that I wrote. They are very short but enjoy!


It's getting light again,
The skie is blue once more,
The birds still sing,
The world awakes,
The darkness is no more.

And…

A golden orb ashimmer in the sky,
Begins to climb the arch that is the day,
The clouds blush pink,
The sun shines high.

Thanks everyone for reading!

Pyro.

Monday 6 June 2011

The Fire of Friendship

Hi all!!!¡¡¡!!!

I have written a new poem which I hope you all will enjoy reading. There are two ways of enterpreting this poem, depending on your definition of 'cleave'.

Enjoy!


Around the fire eyes light up,
The flicker reflected 'thousand times,
As fire leaps and dives, pent up,
The figures come portrayed within these rhymes.

The flames begin to fall and stumble,
As the figures rise and leave,
Those remaining turn and mumble,
Friendship bonds are torn and cleaved.

The fire though can be reborn,
From embers left quite unextinguished,
Though outsiders laugh with scorn,
Our friendship stays strong, undiminished.


Thank you everyone and I hope to see all of you writing yourselves.

Pyro.

Sunday 5 June 2011

The First of the Great Poems

Hi all!!!

This is the first poem of the blog, written by an incredible poet who on this occasion wished to remain nameless.

Enjoy!


I have fallen.
It was such a long way down.
I reached up for your hand
But you pulled away
I looked up at you as I tumbled down
Your face was smooth as glass.

Your eyes watched me with no remorse
You knew it was right to let me go
I was no good, a weed among flowers.
I had to go.

Upon the hard ground I landed.
A thorn pierced my foolish heart,
It’s pain barely dulled the ache already there.
And though I tried I could not get it out.

The years went by and I grew old
Haunted by love of the few
Who’s very lives had sparked with in me a dream
That could never be.

Surrounded by cats, the only beasts
who cared to give me affection,
I still can feel that thorn in my heart
Taunting me of what I longed for.

Fire flickered around me ,feeding
on the humble shack I had found for myself.
It’s burning heat ate my home
And licked at me to get it’s feel.

My cats deserted me and I am glad.
Poor as my love is, I gave it to them
And desire to see them live.
But as for me, in my homely gown
I give myself to the flame, glad to end it.



I think that this deserves a round of applause. Well done, anonymous poet!!!