The Truth

Hi all!!!¡¡¡!!!

I've written a new poem.

It's not great but it's almost OK.
I hope…



I know what happened,
I was there,
I saw it all,
You can't deny it,

In the shadows,
You'd not care,
But someone else did,
Me that's right.

I saw the claw,
Begin to fall,
It's sharpened point gleamed,
Then slit its throat.

A mouse was there,
An innocent mouse,
You murdered it,
You louse!

I shan't admit it,
But inside,
As I saw it killed,
Something else died,

A part of me,
The part that keeps me up,
When I'm feeling down,
That says.

Everything will be fine,
No one will be hurt,
But now the truth,
Has shattered that hope.

Us cats have always stuck together,
Now it's different,
You've changed,
And not for the better.



Pyro.

Us

Oh. My. Gosh. Quinn wrote a poem about love. :o What has the world come to? So- This is quite an old one (a month?) and I was flicking back, and I rather liked it, although it was a little bit cheesy... So, I present to you... Us!

All I want to do

Is hold you tight

Hold you close

So I can hear your steady heart beat

Pressed against mine

And your gentle warm breath

Against mine

Stilling

Savouring the moment

And as my cheek rests

Softly on your shoulder

I want to feel my body

Mould against yours

Until we are one

Stood together

Only the moonlight giving us away

We are here in secret

On this bay of dreams

Lost fantasies

And deep imaginings

No one will see us

For we are alone

Just you and I

I and you.

Us.

Falling

Hey, I don't even know how I wrote this poem since I haven't been very depressed at all lately since the awesome storm clouds, rain, and cooler weather.
~shrugs~
I suppose it's about time I wrote a sad poem :P
Hope you like it and you arn't too depressed by it....



I sit there in confusion
Whilst nine thousand feelings weigh upon my soul.
My hands clench in one moment,
And tremble in the next as I realize I can never climb out...
I'm falling down a never-ending black hole;
I'm forever lost in this dark void.
My heart is flooded with more than one doubt.
My body is diseased with despair.
All the ideas I once had now lay in ruins, utterly destroyed...
I don't know what to do...
I don't know how to handle this ordeal...
All that I am, all that I was..., I just cannot construe.....

The aims I had are now gone.
All dashed upon the unforgiving rocks of the seashore,
Then washed far away with the ocean's tide.
Happiness has fled from me;
Anguish consumes my being!
My logical mind deserted me long ago...
I sit alone..., always alone....
Ever falling deeper into this black pit.

The Murderer in the Mind

This is an extended version of a poem I've posted on my blog, called The Murderer in the Mind. And for the record- I am fine, it's just a poem :) Don't worry.

There is glass upon the table

And blood upon the ground

But none can see the pain within

And none can see the cause

There are tears upon the pillow

There is hurt within the soul

The heart is ripped and broken

The damage inside untold

There is a murderer in the mind

There is a body on the floor

The fact is it's too late now

The time has come and gone

There's a cut at the throat

There's a mark on the hand

The killer lies within the brain

The brain that is long dead

There's crimson on the clear glass

There is a stain upon the dress

Scarlet against the purest white

Hanging limp across the skin

There is limpness in the hand

There is a mourner by her side

The pain was too much

Now vanished is her life

Octa's Poem and A Magic Beyond All We Teach Here

So the first poem was written by Quinnera Elviana here and the second poem was written by me (Octaboona) here.

I have permission from Quinn to post the two poems together so here they are.

Octa's Poem

A poem written for Octa as a follow up to Kallista's brilliant poem for losing his duel so graciously.

To Mr Octaboona,
Sir Octa of Ambrosius,
Here's a poem I have written,
Although it may not be the choicest.
My rhymes may feel a little off,
And the syllables aren't up to scratch,
But hey, I'm only starting out,
Please remember that.
I'll start pretty simply,
With the topic of 'Who Am I?'
I am just a little girl,
Who wants to learn to fly,
Now if we continue on,
We'll find out something more:
That you need a flying partner,
If you want to soar.
Now I'm asking oh so graciously,
If you'd do me the pleasure,
Of being the one who flies with me,
It would be such a treasure.
We could fly above the moon,
Beyond the stars and sun.
Maybe up to Pigfarts!
Oh wouldn't that be fun!
We could fly up in a rocketship,
Or an aeroplane,
To be honest I don't really mind,
To me it's all the same.
So my purple poet,
Consider my request,
'Cause flying into space with you,
Would simply be the best!
Although I must warn you,
It's not exactly legal.
But this is the price you must pay,
To fly like an eagle.
And now I'm having doubts,
As to whether you'll accept,
My rather wonderful but delusional,
High flying request.
So allow me to convince you,
With a story of what could be,
If you fly up all the way into space,
With the lovely me.
We'd land on Mars with a grin,
Give the students quite a start,
Then we'd say, "Hello there,
Have we arrived at Pigfarts?"
Once this had been confirmed,
We'd feast on Redvines galore,
And arrange a meeting,
With headmaster Rumbleroar.
Then obviously we'd be granted,
An honorary degree,
And an invitation to return,
To teach some wizardry.
A ride on the back of,
The hat and monacle wearing lion.
And then we'd return to the rocket,
Leaving as happy clients.
We could go anywhere,
To the moon or to the sun,
So please do accept my request,
It would be so much fun!
And now I end this letter,
Written out in Louisiana.
Please write back, yours sincerely,
Quinnera Elviana.

 

A Magic Beyond All We Teach Here

I accept your gracious offer

Of this wondrous glorious flight

We will always be together

Through brightest day and blackest night

We’d soar throughout the stars

We’d visit every one

And the crimson sphere of Mars

Is where our trip had just begun

With that visit to Pigfarts

But we wouldn’t teach plain old wizardry

Let us teach the greater magics

Those of music and of poetry

Of course we’d ride upon the back

Of lion Rumbleroar

Along with Albus Percival Wulfric

Brian Dumbledore

No words can be more meaningful

Than Nitwit Blubber Oddment Tweak

Are any words more beautiful?

More moving? More oblique?

Except for doorknob ankle cold

Those words are rather grand

Though I doubt that anybody else

Will truly understand

And of course we’d fly with golden wings

It’s the best way to glide

The only way to flutter

And the way with the most pride

We’d land upon that sandy shore

The Elvianic Coast

And dance amongst the fireflies

Where the petals are purpler than most

Differences in habit and language

Mean nothing at all

For both are hearts are open

And our aims identical

If you prick us we both bleed

And we both succumb to greed

Our little lives are both rounded with sleep

Our bounties are as boundless as the sea

Our love as deep

I wonder when we’ll meet again?

In thunder, lightning or in rain?

We’d visit the sapphire cascade

And the amaranth shore

The cities of Nuevo Maya

And many places more

For the sky is not the limit

When there are footprints on the moon

We can fly beyond the sun

To Empire Quetzal Acratoon

When you can have all with just a few words

It matters not the goal

It’s the journey that’s required

For the growth of mind and soul

So I’ll fly with you forever

To the cerulean ravine

Or the long abandoned towers

With their glowing pearly sheen

It’s our choices not abilities

That make us who we are

It’s the flying, not the poems

Elviana Quinnera

Though my skill with words is great

What matters more by far

Is I chose to be your partner

Who will soar to every star

My first name’s what I do

And my last name’s what I love

Therefore Poet Elviana

Is my actual name, my dove

If I’ve caused you to have doubts

No matter what I do

Remember then, my choice today

I chose to fly with you

For although an end is good to have

My dearest darling Quinn

Though our poems both are over

Let the journey now begin

Nic-Happy Birthday

M'kay so this is a poem I wrote as Nic's brithday present. And this is also my first post on The Poets Of Greatness.

The beautiful Mriss. Croga,
Oh how I swoon,
You take advantage of me,
Eyes piercing like a harpoon.

I love you dearly,
Like a sister,
Or a rock,
Don't ever leave me, mister.

Here is a wish,
For you and me,
To meet each other,
And hug with glee.

We could be best friends,
More so than now,
Don't ever forget me,
If you do, we'll row.

Nicollete Croga,
My dear beloved,
We'll be together always,
And battle with led.

This concludes,
Your Birthday Present,
I hope you liked it,
And got what I meant.

It's not very good I know. I'm not good at rhyming, but my feelings are there. :3

~Gepard Valk

The Rainbow Masking a Storm

The Rainbow Masking a Storm

Her smiles and charm

and her eyes always shining

are hiding the tears

that hover beneath

The toss of her hair

and the sound of her laugh

are hiding the pain

that constantly aches

The endless bright glow

from her brilliant smile

is a rainbow masking a storm

The skip in her step

and the wink of her eye

are hiding the gloom

that darkens her soul

Her teases and jokes

and agreeable moods

are hiding the anger

that smolders inside

The endless bright glow

from her brilliant smile

is a rainbow masking a storm