Thursday, 16 June 2011

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


5 comments:

  1. Not remotely awful, silly Octa. Some lovely, lovely images in here. Was this the... rhyme scheme? Poem format? What is the phrase? you were trying the other day and found so frustrating? Cause I think you nailed it.

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  2. The phrase is indeed rhyme scheme.

    And no this isn't it. I chose this one instead because the other one was too hard.

    It isn't awful? I've been plagued with self doubt recently. And I know what that means.

    It means the Grey Months are approaching! And that doesn't make me happy at all.

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  3. *scratches head* What gray months? Summer? Do you have seasonal depression?

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  4. OH! This is exquisite Octa! So sad and beautiful at the same time.
    But I WON'T ALLOW THE GREY MONTHS TO TAKE AWAY MY OCTA!!!!
    *calls up the Shield of Purple hearts and surrounds Octa with it*
    I WILL PROTECT YOU OCTA!!!!!
    *stands in between him and the horrid grey months valiantly*

    (l)

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  5. Awful?? Are you kidding? That was magnificent! Marvelous job, Octa! :D
    ~applauds~
    Bravo, oh brilliant purple one!

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