Keeps Ignorance away.
Hi, my name's Worf. I'm a straightforward person, so let's get to the point of this thread.
The idea is to post at least one piece of poetry a day. There is no style limit; but I hope to keep writing this for as long as possible, with the help of all of you other writers out there. Anyone is welcome to post their reflections, but inappropriate content or overly harsh criticism of another's poetry will be reported to moderators.
For the record, all of the poems that I post are my creations. Any similarities to pre-existing poetry is completely unintentional.
So, without further ado...
20-Jul-2011 19:00:16
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25-Jul-2011 04:38:48
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Chosen Worf
People walk on you, people big and small,
From your slumber you rise up tall.
Level 13, newbies come,
To see your beauty and kick your bum.
I know you are powerful, strong inside,
There really is nothing to hide.
Trust me one day, take a chance,
And force the newbies to do a dance.
20-Jul-2011 19:02:22
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20-Jul-2011 19:03:02
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Hontiris
-- Elation --
Soaring
The heart flutters
Like a monarch
King of the moment
The thrill of achievement
The culmination
All the effort
The proverbial
Blood
Sweat
Tears
Heart
Released in an explosion
Of happiness
So much so
That the light on the inside
Shines through
The smile
The eyes
Radiating pure joy
And the voice fails
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20-Jul-2011 19:05:23
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20-Jul-2011 19:05:35
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Chosen Worf
------ Morning ------
A drop of dew
On waking grass
Night is gone
As is the past
Now the dawn
Shakes us all
Out of sleep
Of fearful dreams
and blackness deep
Less real than they seem
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------ Thunderstorm ------
Who else is as recognizable in nature?
My trumpets blast my arrival
And those who scurry below
Seek for decent shelter.
My fury is free.
The volcano is unmoving;
The sea is contained in its valley.
I soar unlimited.
My rage is the wrath of God;
I uproot trees and lives the same.
And yet my gift is life;
That which I forsake turns to dust.
I terrify, yet inspire.
I destroy, yet create.
I am brute force, and yet am elegance.
I am a simple fact, yet a complex form.
I am the thunderstorm.
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A tiny little doll (short version of a horror story-telling poem I'm planning to write)
A Tiny little doll,
Can make you very happy.
A tiny little doll,
Can make you feel so silly.
A tiny little doll,
Can make you worry...
A tiny little doll,
Can be a little scary...
A tiny little doll,
Will be very nice.
A tiny little doll,
Will give you the best advice.
A tiny little doll,
Will Squash you like a rice...
A tiny little doll,
Will chase you and give you a fright.
A tiny little doll,
Will make hell your life...