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My Random Junk

Dagfinn

Maid Of Doom
I'll be posting random various poems of mine on here.


I'd like real critiques please, compliments are nice. However I appreciate advice on becoming better more.




A Boy...


There once was a boy...


His soul blackened

Like a ravens feather-



To scary his new found prey



His heart hardened

Like a ravens beak-



To peck his new found prey



He sees the world through coal black eyes

And the world sees him the same

Through all the years of cold and pain-

Some things to him became plain


The world he lived not too sane


The world within seemed much the same


What left of him was much to shame

But the rest is just a guessing game


How things will never be the same?


The what, the where, the when…


There once was a boy...
 
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As few are there are exquisite teas...


I found the abrostic nectar in God's cupboard,

Each emotion pure and clean.

I took a sip, from every cup.


Felt - God had a, creative, eclectic taste?


Then chose to pass - for a more pedestrian brew.




Sands Of Time






I like not to think of time as like the hourglass -

sand



slowly





slipping



Down.


To the last grain, till it is fallen. To the bottom. To the end.


Rather time is the statue of man -


Carved of boulder

Durable and Dominant


Dignified and Detailed

Weathered over the years

Wind - Water - Ice - Fire

Weathered down to nothing.


Weathered down, to the sands of time.
 
Poetry


this is the story of a poem,


here are the words.


as they sit on a page,


and set up the stage.


emotions are their props.


the actors come by in ones and in twos,


just to show you all their thought.


they come long and they come short,


happy sad or indifferent,


colorful dull some almost pitiful,


each word is, wonderful.


they convey ideas and feeling,


drawing things out of you,


tears laughter those goose bumps.


those words capture your heart,


and they read your mind,


as they explain -

dancing

down

the very

page

itself.

this, is a poem.
 
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(Side Note, I wrote this for an old RP of mine)


'Til


In honor of brotherhood


In spite of lies


In hope of better beginnings


In light of good conscience Silver's eyes will light up our world


'Til the demons rot and the bystanders enlightened
 

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