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Cyun

Cyun

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Thank you Aeraie, it's nice to write about "nice" things, as opposed to corruption, death and poverty.

...And back to negativity:

~Cupid’s Menticide~

Some killed by arrows and some with traps
Heads tipped with poison and body paralysed
Simple rosy glance, and then by scent of Eve
-ning, putti spectate the dance of woven limbs

Locked inside the well of deceit, venomous Venus
Vindictive and vile, once a poor farm boy, raked
By nailed hands and waylaid in net of claret hair,
For his sowing seeds, sought for harvest of babe.

15-Jul-2012 21:23:30

Cyun

Cyun

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~Left Side of the Bed~

I remember her car key cacophony ebbing away,
Yet still it jangles in my skull every night and day.
Her flesh evanesced from the left side of the bed,
Yet still I savour anchored scent of her fond head.

Oh how my body shakes within this quiet home,
Instead of you I begin uttering to the wall “shalom.”
Boil the kettle for tea for two and one mug cold,
There is one toothbrush wet and the other old.

26-Jul-2012 15:37:54

Corodir

Corodir

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------Child of War------
Atop the town of Dunham lie
Clouds of rain and darkened skies.
Over hills rise breath of flame
An army’s fires, no doubt, to blame.

I know it’s coming; the war arise
It shows in faces, words, and eyes.
On peak of hill I barely see
A man alone with flag of free.

He holds the flag on high
And with mighty bound do floodgates cry.
The waves are upon us now
And beneath them does the city bow.

I look at him, he looks at me
The hurt and pain is plain to see.
Blade of steel he does low
And watch my mother and me as we go.

I won’t forget the shame I saw
The knight held back with tightened jaw.
My life is spared, for now at least
I’ve seen the war, the hungry beast.

~~Leon Coraxe

27-Jul-2012 04:20:20

Yam42

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That's a great poem, Leon. the uneven metre in some places makes it a little clumsy, but all in all, I really loved the theme and sound it has.

I don't know if you're a newcomer or a resurfaced veteran. Welcome to the SF community if you're new to it. Either way, I hope to see more great stuff from you!

27-Jul-2012 15:54:43 - Last edited on 27-Jul-2012 15:55:24 by Yam42

Cyun

Cyun

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~Blackberry Bushes~

My friend grows his very own blackberry bushes
He needs a still and lonely room with no one in
He locks himself inside and slams the windows
He drinks too much, I tell him, he drinks a lot
You’ve never been in love, I tell him, no love.

The blackberry bramble twists around him
The thorns piercing through his stripped flesh
No one speaks, he can’t hear you anyway
The spaces between the prickly vines disappear
What is my friend trying to show and say to us?

"I think I drink too much” He muffles mangled
“Never mind,” he says “never mind,” he says
The vines appear tighter, we can’t get to him
Help! Help! We cry, peering in the key hole
“I drink too much” he says, “never mind.”

31-Jul-2012 13:44:25

Old Gnomish
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Old Gnomish

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I was meant to submit this for a young poets competition, but didn't refine it enough in time for the deadline. So, I figured you lovely people could see it instead!
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- The Loose Strings of Friendship -

How many times must it go on?
To be dealt that afflictive blow;
Emotions reside, within me strong
Feelings of hatred, ridden with woe.

Weaved, like the web of a spider
Beauteous silk invites the prey,
Me, the victim, sole provider
Left hanging in such disarray.

Taunted, haunted, in the shadows
Hide myself away from the pain;
Shunted, hunted, yet not hallow
To them I’m no form of any gain.

Joyous things, often to them bring
Social events on sunny days
Tepid flings, as the robin sings
Within those golden sunlight rays

And then there’s me, lurking elsewhere
A figure of salient distaste.
What did I do, to lack such care
That it seems I am but a waste?

Friendship, then, can cease to exist
It seems abhorrently rotten,
In the distance: far in the midst
Lies me, once again, forgotten.
Snow
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