Poetry Corner

**Count DVB** · Subject: Poetry Corner Wed Jan 21, 2009 7:58 pm

Post you poetry here. that means you, Loreic.

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**Loreic** · Subject: Re: Poetry Corner Wed Jan 21, 2009 9:04 pm

Ode to the Cold

Why am I thought as sad and dreary,
Simple because I think the dark as cheery!
Some how I'm an outcast,
Because I love the gray overcast!
To most the dark clouds me sad,
but to me I can only be glad!

And the cold, how some seem to shrivel and die,
which is odd as it makes me feel alive!
All the other bundled in many layers,
as it they are to become mighty slayers.

Yet the sun, damn the sun!
It burns my skin like a fresh baked bun!
While some can't wait for summer to arrive,
I need Autumn to live and thrive!

In the cold and dark my heart does grow,
to the summer I say, “I think it blows!”
Clearly now I concur,
The dark and cold, I do prefer!

Turn off the light

Turn off the light! May it blind me no more!
The truth right before me is horribly torn!
It takes what is good, and rots its very core.
This light is my enemy, for this is sworn!
Those hungry hearts that scream out more,
their twisted souls are now forlorn.

The droning, it continues on!
In a way that eats at your very soul,
and as I lay my ear upon,
I understand how it takes its toll.
Words more horrid then Genghis Khan,
have been spread out since days of old.

Lies are safe, lies are power,
with hidden truths quieted by sword,
but some day when lies are at their hour,
and truth will shoot out from past's lore,
and dark shall melt light's power, and lies shall ever cower!
Turn off the light! May it blind me no more.

Sir

Hello friend, guess my name,
Only then will you get my game!
All those hearts of hate and power,
come down here for a finale hour,
and boy is it sour,
all these people who often cower,
to them all I put to shame.

A classy man, that I am,
please don't confuse me for a ham.
A little wine, or maybe tea.
Who I am is who you see.
Either way I have high taste,
even though I'm down from Grace.

I have a very important job,
munching souls like roasted corn cobs.
People often take my deal,
though in their life I make them prosper,
in the end to me they kneel,
their damned souls I do foster.

Lucifer, Satan, and good ol' Scratch,
many names to me attached,
but to those who seek me for some cure,
To me alone they address “Sir”

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**Rita Fuze** · Subject: Re: Poetry Corner Thu Jan 22, 2009 5:49 pm

Oh, I like the last two the best!
But they all seem kinda depressing to me...

I can only write short little poems with, like, ten lines at most

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You may say I'm a fool
Feelin' the way that I do
I believe in friends and laughter
And the wonders love can do
I believe in songs and magic
And that's why I believe in you

**Loreic** · Subject: Re: Poetry Corner Thu Jan 22, 2009 7:06 pm

They aren't supposed to be depressing, the first is that I find joy and happiness were others feel miserable, as in weather. The second is about how fundamental thinking prevents truth. The last is a tad evil (being about the devil and all), but in a jazzy kinda way. First read with joyful vigor, second read like a commanding speech, and the last like a know-it-all.

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**Count DVB** · Subject: Re: Poetry Corner Thu Jan 22, 2009 10:20 pm

I wonder if Poe believed in reincarnation...

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**Loreic** · Subject: Re: Poetry Corner Mon May 04, 2009 8:51 pm

(In a sing song voice, with a pinch on egotism)

Oblivion’s Gatekeeper

By Loreic

In this world were life is fleeting,
People’s hate has been seeding,
And as long as the hypocrites stand there speaking,
I’ll wait in the background to cause their bleeding,
All the while I’ll be grinning.

Empathy? None,
Delight? Oh, quite a sum,
To darkness my soul has indeed come,
Like an alcoholic smothered in rum.

The work I do, others despise,
I run around in dark disguise,
For when the people wake at sunrise,
The hypocrite has been cut down to size,
For what is left, a gory surprise.

Evil? I don’t see that I am,
Although the law is not a part of my plan,
The men I slay share that hand,
But their intentions are different, so I’ll do what I can,
Their souls to Oblivion, I shall cram.

A person’s regret is the core of the heart,
My power comes from exploiting this part,
People may think that they’re clever and smart,
But the souls of man are quite tart,
It’s the secret regrets locked in mind that tears one’s soul apart.

While the people's cries rise from the shallows,
Only I can count the gallows!
The secrets of dead, hidden in hallows,
The hearts of these men, are indeed hollow.

And as my victim's throat is ripped,
From life he looses grip,
Soul from body is unclipped,
Here's your own little trip,
The road to death is quite a trip.

I feed on life just like a tick,
From the hypocrite's death, I get a kick,
All it takes is a button click,
To end life in a way so sick,
But do not fear, only certain I pick,
To end life in a manner so slick,
With darkness and dagger, I end life quick,
Please to meet, the name's SinTrick

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**Loreic** · Subject: Re: Poetry Corner Thu May 21, 2009 6:05 pm

The Reapers

by SinTrick

Let me sing you a song,
About spirits thought so wrong,
For only doing their noble job.
Beings so misunderstood,
Always covered in their hood,
For taking the dead out of our world~

It's the reapers who slash,
But never ever stash,
The souls of the live now have passed.
It's the reapers who help,
Yet the people always yelp,
When it's their turn to be dried like kelp!

And it's the reapers!
And it's the reapers...
And damn the reapers!
And God bless the reapers.

When your time is done,
It's their time for fun,
Now time for them to do their job!
Please don't feel so robbed,
Though it's okay to sob,
When the reapers are coming for you~

It's the reapers who delve ,
Into the soul of yourself,
To take you to Oblivion!
It's the reapers who shove,
Your dieing soul with love,
Into your very grim afterlife!

And it's the reapers!
And it's the reapers...
And damn the reapers!
And God bless the reapers.

Now take a good look around,
You've arrived at your new home,
As dark as the soul of death its self.
Now get comfortable,
and ignore those cries,
and get used to the darkest void~

It's the reapers who rule,
in their domain oh so cruel,
That stretches as far as you can see.
Its the reapers, your new land lord,
In this realm of horrid lore,
So I hope you have a happy afterlife!

And it's the reapers!
And it's the reapers...
And damn the reapers!
And God bless the reapers.

I hope you enjoyed this song,
About the angles thought bad and wrong,
I hope you learn to get along.
For it's not their fault,
it was the divine that cault,
Your soul to be taken to death~

And then the reapers lie,
And then the reapers cry,
And the reapers solemnly deny.
And it's the reaper's time,
And it's the reaper's rhyme,
and it's the reaper's crime so holally aliened!

And it's the reapers!
And it's the reapers...
And damn the reapers!
And God bless the reapers.

And it's the reapers!
And it's the reapers...
And damn the reapers!
And God bless the reapers.

And it's the reapers!

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