It is done.Drakan wrote:Edit: It has just come to knowledge to me that I can edit a fresh post here. However, I'd like to merely edit my older entries so as to display in a colour that isn't so harsh on the eyes, given that the theme here is bright and I'm using yellow. Is there, if I may ask, any arrangement we can make?
Undead Poets Society
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Quoted for agreement. I wasn't sure if saying that would make me look silly, but yeah, that's what this thread was for. But no harm no foul, I could use some outside material anyway!Umnir wrote:With all due respect, I'd put the poems written by "outsiders" to the quote unquote thread, and encourage to post own ones here! Just hitin'.
Also, thank you Matt. You have my gratitude.
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I really enjoyed that lover/murder poem, thanks 
(Commenting here, because I still see the poem here. Please excuse!)

(Commenting here, because I still see the poem here. Please excuse!)
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Pardon my confusion sir, but which one was that and on which page?
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As the user who posted the "outsider" poem in this thread, I agree with Umnir. Could the mods please move my post to the relevant thread instead, please? I will flag the post itself and request that it be moved, too.Umnir wrote:With all due respect, I'd put the poems written by "outsiders" to the quote unquote thread, and encourage to post own ones here! Just hitin'.
The post is this one here.
"All right, I'm going to ask you a series of questions. Just relax and answer them as simply as you can."
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Nevermind, it just clicked.Drakan wrote:Pardon my confusion sir, but which one was that and on which page?
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We can't move posts into other threads, so you'll have to make a new one and let us delete the one over here.PriestOfTheBeast wrote:As the user who posted the "outsider" poem in this thread, I agree with Umnir. Could the mods please move my post to the relevant thread instead, please? I will flag the post itself and request that it be moved, too.
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Okay, done. Please delete the post in this thread.
For those of you that are looking for the new location of the post, here it is.
For those of you that are looking for the new location of the post, here it is.
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To tightly pull the drawstrings of the flesh
Forever bind a blind unto the mind
To split in two and rip the skin afresh
And ever make the two entwined
A spell of magic cast by metal wand
A scalpel sharp and true to cut
A demon dark and deep can spawn
A door will never close or shut
Forever bind a blind unto the mind
To split in two and rip the skin afresh
And ever make the two entwined
A spell of magic cast by metal wand
A scalpel sharp and true to cut
A demon dark and deep can spawn
A door will never close or shut
Cruentu Pestis Cruento Rudsceleratus Sum
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I bled my heart
until it was empty
yet at night I woke up
filled with sorrow again
until it was empty
yet at night I woke up
filled with sorrow again
LOL HI!
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First, I just want to nod towards the last couple of recen contributions. It's most appreciated and stimulating when I get to read what other works of words others have woven.
As for myself...
The End Of The Moon's Blood
A lone shadow amidst the night
defeated and broken down inside
he who had rode out his last fight
a savage enragement for what was denied
The wolf warrior sits amidst darkness
a song that wails through the land and beyond
A cry that questions a life that became heartless
as his heart weeps and laments for a lover gone
How proud you were as a tempestuous warrior!
How fierce your loyalty to the moon blood and clan!
How the world had shifted when thou met her...
How one's heart had changed as a new destiny began...
She who was impure yet so gay and free!
She who enlightend you the blissfulness of play!
So suddenly taken by thou clan with voilent glee...
Those who do not understand what it is to cry...
Do you feel the blood upon your jaws?
As if to be the one who has aggrieved others?
Or denouncement of your god desecrating this core?
He that took devestation and affliction upon mother?
Let forth your heart and allow sorrow and mourning!
Bring forward the tears and anger in your troubled song!
Let not the humiliation and betrayel come from those uncaring...
Die down the bitterness of those who did you so wrong...
Please take soccur in the comfort of others!
Of innocent victims fothiming your pain!
Understand how they are truly all your brothers!
Of their desires and wishes for you to remain...
For do you no longer wish to defend?
And abandon thou brothers to all that is merciless?
Nay, of course! Shadow the guiding light that mends!
He who smites! One who destroys all that is heartless!
There shall come a day where one must forgive
As a day of an icy conflict shall draw close
She of a chilled and bitter soul to allow you to not live
Of a mighty resurrection to come to engraging blows
Will these warriors fall to hatred and kill?
Does forgiveness ever have the promise to speak?
Or will anger and sorrow allow blood to spill?
Are we to become convival or of... a future bleak...?
As for myself...
I'm quoting this for a brand new poem I just wrote in a little over an hour. The reason for that is because this one is a follow up of The Blood Moon, and I didn't want to drag people around having to look for that just read it and THEN read this. Well... onward I go!Drakan wrote:The Blood Moon
(if anyone wants the backdrop to this, PM me. Enjoy!)
And so through the night paws did thumper
Trembling through the ground like thunder
Six gleeming eyes through the night peering
hunting for dark life thier bloodlust leering
of rogues abroad they snarl rotting teeth
for out of fresh wounds red blood do unsheeth
"our brothers thou had tought fear and dread"
"by fate of the gods ye shall live among the dead"
Thy lands call of a defender
Thy lands plea of our protector
A gift of the god of darkened lights
A Queen birth forth a pack that fights
Under a red moon stained of voilence
A Bloodmoon's symbol death to malevolence
A dark warrior ode to silent disobedience
who fights oneself underneath his silence
In systematic stride he bloodies the battles
As a yearn for true life within him rattles
His cry for freedom for the love of a fae
Impurest of blood and many adored as the stray
who kissed his face and kissed his soul
the brute became warm became all whole
But what fate lay for him in death?
What become of thee in your last breath?
As his queen unsealed his fate in the halls
His soul in servitude as it dies and falls
So lingered an inward howel desiring escape
of a life that was well born of rape
In the midst of the derelict rain
He abandon the life for which he slain
Never to go quietly in the night
As the ice spy impurity and shadow in the night
the bitter voice that scatter snow
shadow's heart knows there is nowhere to go
"Her soul is impure" she say
"Her soul understand me!" comes his cry
"Impale her thou fangs as a true warrior"
"Never no more! Ye shall never destroy her!"
All the blood that flowed
Under a red moon that glowed
As shandro his impure love lie dead
As the gods shake her soul tormented
And so through the night paws did thumper
Trembling through the ground like thunder
As a black silhouette carved through the snow
Regarded by gods and moon an unforgiven foe
All the rouges these fangs fought
stained blood and scars all for nought
The End Of The Moon's Blood
A lone shadow amidst the night
defeated and broken down inside
he who had rode out his last fight
a savage enragement for what was denied
The wolf warrior sits amidst darkness
a song that wails through the land and beyond
A cry that questions a life that became heartless
as his heart weeps and laments for a lover gone
How proud you were as a tempestuous warrior!
How fierce your loyalty to the moon blood and clan!
How the world had shifted when thou met her...
How one's heart had changed as a new destiny began...
She who was impure yet so gay and free!
She who enlightend you the blissfulness of play!
So suddenly taken by thou clan with voilent glee...
Those who do not understand what it is to cry...
Do you feel the blood upon your jaws?
As if to be the one who has aggrieved others?
Or denouncement of your god desecrating this core?
He that took devestation and affliction upon mother?
Let forth your heart and allow sorrow and mourning!
Bring forward the tears and anger in your troubled song!
Let not the humiliation and betrayel come from those uncaring...
Die down the bitterness of those who did you so wrong...
Please take soccur in the comfort of others!
Of innocent victims fothiming your pain!
Understand how they are truly all your brothers!
Of their desires and wishes for you to remain...
For do you no longer wish to defend?
And abandon thou brothers to all that is merciless?
Nay, of course! Shadow the guiding light that mends!
He who smites! One who destroys all that is heartless!
There shall come a day where one must forgive
As a day of an icy conflict shall draw close
She of a chilled and bitter soul to allow you to not live
Of a mighty resurrection to come to engraging blows
Will these warriors fall to hatred and kill?
Does forgiveness ever have the promise to speak?
Or will anger and sorrow allow blood to spill?
Are we to become convival or of... a future bleak...?
Life is a privilege...Death is a promise...
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Salutations entrepid explorers of your holistic seed!
My enigmatic eye perceives an intricately woven tale, brimming with the potency of sympathetic emotion. I relate the sorrow of Shadow's sudden anguish in the midst of being squelched like a puppet and the loss of his mate, to an essential yet often overlooked aspect of mankind. Being the capability for forgiveness, as the majority appear to be tightly bound to the whim of the ego. Which cannot operate in the present as it resides in the past, by attempting to corroborate experience with present situations and an unnecessary fear of what may lurk down the corridors of the future.
However this is not a discovery of tremendous impact, given the fear mongering of television programming and mass media. Yet I pardon myself, as I shall not digress by spilling into a subject which resides in a distinct region of it's own.
As I am of the notion that Poetry lies in the realm of illusion, as it is subject to innumerable distinctinve angles, being reliant on the perception of the reader, it cannot said to imbue truth for it is ever changing from conscious to conscious. I interpret your recent piece to advocate the necessity for compassion amongst an entire species. As divide and conquer is an antiquan method of subversive devastation. One of a highly lethal disposition, as it is capable of being thoroughly cast, to the deepest reaches of the blind sided mind.
However to reiternate, I am not certain whether your intention in weaving this sequel, was indeed to assert an emotional viewpoint in relation to reality perhaps. That, however is not of any importance, I am merely curious as to your influence
Well done good sir, I thoroughly enjoyed your latest odyssey.
My enigmatic eye perceives an intricately woven tale, brimming with the potency of sympathetic emotion. I relate the sorrow of Shadow's sudden anguish in the midst of being squelched like a puppet and the loss of his mate, to an essential yet often overlooked aspect of mankind. Being the capability for forgiveness, as the majority appear to be tightly bound to the whim of the ego. Which cannot operate in the present as it resides in the past, by attempting to corroborate experience with present situations and an unnecessary fear of what may lurk down the corridors of the future.
However this is not a discovery of tremendous impact, given the fear mongering of television programming and mass media. Yet I pardon myself, as I shall not digress by spilling into a subject which resides in a distinct region of it's own.
As I am of the notion that Poetry lies in the realm of illusion, as it is subject to innumerable distinctinve angles, being reliant on the perception of the reader, it cannot said to imbue truth for it is ever changing from conscious to conscious. I interpret your recent piece to advocate the necessity for compassion amongst an entire species. As divide and conquer is an antiquan method of subversive devastation. One of a highly lethal disposition, as it is capable of being thoroughly cast, to the deepest reaches of the blind sided mind.
However to reiternate, I am not certain whether your intention in weaving this sequel, was indeed to assert an emotional viewpoint in relation to reality perhaps. That, however is not of any importance, I am merely curious as to your influence

Well done good sir, I thoroughly enjoyed your latest odyssey.
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From mind to paper two nights yonder, or before to stop this bastard conundrum 
This one manifested with surprising speed, it was more of a consecutive monologue of sentences rather than a disgruntling loop of rhythms and an effort to maintain theme consistency. An estimated 20 minutes for completion. It twas the mid section which caused much grievance to pertain to my satisfaction.
Enjoy!
Luminous omen
Hither here swoop mother's bristles, soft yet stern.
Salicious eventitude, it copulates with lunar's rays.
Omnipetant in sight, bound from hedge to acre,
under solemn door frame and flesh stubbornly bitter.
Trails of the voyager are fluroscent without fault.
Paw print accompanies dual legged pion.
Sleek stealth of obsidian feline, flashes nimbly
caught in no dull witted lens.
Beneath starlit thickets of sleeping groves,
two muzzles dance to the song of unison.
Frenetic passions beneath an aurolic glow,
unfold to an orchestra of ecstatic nuzzles.
With ethereal kiss on kindred held dear,
a timorous howl of supple flesh,
pierces the dawn of rainbow blossoms,
sealing the blood tie of the loyal duet.
Hither come enveloping ether,
relentless strides cast the gold orb to rest.
Residing in astral blue whence one glimpse
can last an eternity.
Yet the Arctic beard ensures no earth unkempt,
sparkling white glistens all night.

This one manifested with surprising speed, it was more of a consecutive monologue of sentences rather than a disgruntling loop of rhythms and an effort to maintain theme consistency. An estimated 20 minutes for completion. It twas the mid section which caused much grievance to pertain to my satisfaction.
Enjoy!
Luminous omen
Hither here swoop mother's bristles, soft yet stern.
Salicious eventitude, it copulates with lunar's rays.
Omnipetant in sight, bound from hedge to acre,
under solemn door frame and flesh stubbornly bitter.
Trails of the voyager are fluroscent without fault.
Paw print accompanies dual legged pion.
Sleek stealth of obsidian feline, flashes nimbly
caught in no dull witted lens.
Beneath starlit thickets of sleeping groves,
two muzzles dance to the song of unison.
Frenetic passions beneath an aurolic glow,
unfold to an orchestra of ecstatic nuzzles.
With ethereal kiss on kindred held dear,
a timorous howl of supple flesh,
pierces the dawn of rainbow blossoms,
sealing the blood tie of the loyal duet.
Hither come enveloping ether,
relentless strides cast the gold orb to rest.
Residing in astral blue whence one glimpse
can last an eternity.
Yet the Arctic beard ensures no earth unkempt,
sparkling white glistens all night.
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For now, another morbid one from me, depending on how one looks at it. For what I've written is something I merely believe could happen again. It's a vast cosmos out there, and our planet is merely another organic form with the privelage to provide a life force.
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When Earth Died
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Look up and tell me what do you see?
Look again and tell what colour is the sky?
Blue skies and warmth how it should come to be.
Could one ever welcome the wrath of the beyond?
Feel the laud for the might and drive
For a tempest world of volitale agression
How many will breath their last as it arrives?
As the mistress of the cosmos delivers her raging stone?
...Do you remember it all?
How at first the sky was entire?
And how peace felt at reach?
The world how it became dire!
As the clouds they became breached!
And the heavens burst red with fire!
Everything you bind into hate
And of all you regard with affection
All shall be judged with this very fate
As we all languish through this affliction...
Our organic world has now begun to die
Mother Nature Gaia she sits down to cry
As her forms of life disintergrate
choking and dying on the dust of life rape
As all she gave birth to withers away
Draw your last breath on this dying day
Do you remember...
when Earth died...?
Life is a privilege...Death is a promise...