The scent of fear,
like danger stalks near.
A foe worth mentioning,
a life worth bargaining.
Darkness drawing from every corner,
drawn only to the one loner.
I speak only the words of the chosen,
his only soul is now frozen.
I describe the master through the eyes of the servant. I believe that a master should be feared and yet looked up upon by the servants. Unwavering authority and have kindness at the same time.
Related poetry: http://shadowedembrace.deviantart.com/art/Master-72227164
The poet describes the master through the eyes of the servant but having a kind master. He, as the servant, is willing to give his life for his master. In a way, I agree with him, that a servant is loyal to the master.
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
A dream
I smell the blood of my next prey,
hunting in packs like any other day.
I leaped from trees to trees,
running and hiding from you in glee.
My silent footsteps go unheard,
watching you gathering closer into the herd.
As I ready my claws,
expecting this hunt to have no flaws.
I jump out of my hiding,
ready for a fighting.
But slowly the vision faded away,
noises approach like donkeys who bray.
And so light fills up the eyes of the hunter,
without realizing my own blunder,
it is a start to a new day.
Instead of just defining a the meaning of a dream, I decided to talk about what the person is dreaming. In this case, the person is dreaming that he is hunting until he was awaken by his alarm clock. Normally when we wake up, we wouldn't give much thought to our dreams. However, dreams carry many meanings. For others, it is a sign of what is to come. For most of us, it is pleasure and entertainment in the form of a fantasy that we created. And of course, dreams are also our goals in life.
Related poetry: http://lacydrawers.deviantart.com/art/My-Dream-107421069
The poet describes dreams as goals in our life. And also the pleasure that we, as humans, always desire.
hunting in packs like any other day.
I leaped from trees to trees,
running and hiding from you in glee.
My silent footsteps go unheard,
watching you gathering closer into the herd.
As I ready my claws,
expecting this hunt to have no flaws.
I jump out of my hiding,
ready for a fighting.
But slowly the vision faded away,
noises approach like donkeys who bray.
And so light fills up the eyes of the hunter,
without realizing my own blunder,
it is a start to a new day.
Instead of just defining a the meaning of a dream, I decided to talk about what the person is dreaming. In this case, the person is dreaming that he is hunting until he was awaken by his alarm clock. Normally when we wake up, we wouldn't give much thought to our dreams. However, dreams carry many meanings. For others, it is a sign of what is to come. For most of us, it is pleasure and entertainment in the form of a fantasy that we created. And of course, dreams are also our goals in life.
Related poetry: http://lacydrawers.deviantart.com/art/My-Dream-107421069
The poet describes dreams as goals in our life. And also the pleasure that we, as humans, always desire.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Christmas Poem
The sound of joy and laughter,
the dance of merry and more thereafter.
The voice of the many happy beings,
a celebration for many just for the living.
The gathering of both the young and old,
a sharing of happiness as I was told.
The voice of the little ones as innocent as it can be,
their eyes glittering with joy as bright as the lights of the Christmas tree.
"Santa is coming right?" they ask.
The parents sat down with the children who asked.
"Of course," they smiled.
The joyful smile of the innocent child.
Christmas is not just about joy or share,
but the joy of spending the Christmas with your family out there.
So to my friends,
Merry Christmas and a happy New Year!
Title says all but yup. Basically, this is a Christmas poem that talks about the joy of Christmas. To me, the joy of Christmas is about family bonding. To spend the day of joy with your family and friends is the true joy of Christmas.
Related poetry: http://blackwolfds.deviantart.com/art/Christmas-73022148
The poet describe Christmas as love through family. I agree with him on what Christmas should be about.
the dance of merry and more thereafter.
The voice of the many happy beings,
a celebration for many just for the living.
The gathering of both the young and old,
a sharing of happiness as I was told.
The voice of the little ones as innocent as it can be,
their eyes glittering with joy as bright as the lights of the Christmas tree.
"Santa is coming right?" they ask.
The parents sat down with the children who asked.
"Of course," they smiled.
The joyful smile of the innocent child.
Christmas is not just about joy or share,
but the joy of spending the Christmas with your family out there.
So to my friends,
Merry Christmas and a happy New Year!
Title says all but yup. Basically, this is a Christmas poem that talks about the joy of Christmas. To me, the joy of Christmas is about family bonding. To spend the day of joy with your family and friends is the true joy of Christmas.
Related poetry: http://blackwolfds.deviantart.com/art/Christmas-73022148
The poet describe Christmas as love through family. I agree with him on what Christmas should be about.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
A feeling of loneliness
My voice echos from within,
I hear the calls from no one but me.
My heart aches for a person,
but I have no such reason.
I walk through the dusty lanes,
watching my reflection on those panes.
I cover myself,
hiding my own self.
My world of darkness,
a place filling up with my sadness.
A savior I need,
please fulfill my greed.
A reason deemed selfish,
but my soul eaten up in anguish.
Won't you save me?
I shalt await thee.
I wrote this poem to describe the feeling of loneliness. In this poem, the feeling of loneliness is the narrator of the poem.
A related poem: http://post-mesmeric.deviantart.com/art/I-Lay-In-Ruin-143100326
The poet is describing himself in a graveyard where he was all alone when he saw something. The way he describe it really created an image in my mind of what could have happen.
I hear the calls from no one but me.
My heart aches for a person,
but I have no such reason.
I walk through the dusty lanes,
watching my reflection on those panes.
I cover myself,
hiding my own self.
My world of darkness,
a place filling up with my sadness.
A savior I need,
please fulfill my greed.
A reason deemed selfish,
but my soul eaten up in anguish.
Won't you save me?
I shalt await thee.
I wrote this poem to describe the feeling of loneliness. In this poem, the feeling of loneliness is the narrator of the poem.
A related poem: http://post-mesmeric.deviantart.com/art/I-Lay-In-Ruin-143100326
The poet is describing himself in a graveyard where he was all alone when he saw something. The way he describe it really created an image in my mind of what could have happen.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Our world
In a world governed by lies,
where the truth lays hidden,
and trust is nonexistent.
In a world governed by truth,
where lies are begging to be freed,
an ideal world that does not exist.
In a world that we live in,
where truth and lies are balanced,
a world that exists,
welcome to our world.
Basically, I'm talking about the corruption and the current situation of the world. An ideal world can only exist in our minds but it will never come true.
Related poetry: http://nuke-the-whales.deviantart.com/art/Corruption-89265756
The author is describing the corruption in our world. He defines corruption as the deeds that we have done.
where the truth lays hidden,
and trust is nonexistent.
In a world governed by truth,
where lies are begging to be freed,
an ideal world that does not exist.
In a world that we live in,
where truth and lies are balanced,
a world that exists,
welcome to our world.
Basically, I'm talking about the corruption and the current situation of the world. An ideal world can only exist in our minds but it will never come true.
Related poetry: http://nuke-the-whales.deviantart.com/art/Corruption-89265756
The author is describing the corruption in our world. He defines corruption as the deeds that we have done.
Friday, November 20, 2009
The definition of Poetry
A world in words,
describing more than the world.
Where words carry power,
stronger than all that towers.
Where the almighty writer,
is the benevolent master.
The powerful art of poetry.
The definition of poetry by me. Basically, poetry is to create a world or describing a world through written words. It is art in itself but not through drawing but through describing.
describing more than the world.
Where words carry power,
stronger than all that towers.
Where the almighty writer,
is the benevolent master.
The powerful art of poetry.
The definition of poetry by me. Basically, poetry is to create a world or describing a world through written words. It is art in itself but not through drawing but through describing.
Introduction
Through my eyes, I see a world different from others. To express what I see through the words of a poet. Everything I write, will be in a form of poetry. The time I dedicate to poetry has almost been a year now. I will describe my poems to you and look at the different styles of poetry done by other people. I hope you'll enjoy reading my poems ^^
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