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Old 01-20-2010, 01:41 PM
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So, this thread is for anyone who would like to share his or her poetry with the rest of the forum. Poems do not have to be WarCraft related. Constructive criticism is welcome.

To start the thread, I thought a mediocre poem that will never get published would be appropriate. So here it is.

My foe is time, it is no stream though wet
With man’s red blood from ages past, when wars,
Unlike our ideal times of joy and love,
Would bring for glory wondrous death and pain.

Please time right now full stop your step, inlaid
With lead, and mark out our observant creed,
Which we confess to be pure peace raised high
In our slow beating hearts of broken up stone.

A slug will melt and die with salt, so we
Are salted by the course of time, so much
That we turn gray in hair and flesh and long
For death or lay in fear of it and scream.
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Old 01-20-2010, 02:43 PM
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A very grim analogy, and a truthful one despite its scariness. I do not know how old I want to let myself become before the end.
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Old 01-21-2010, 03:31 AM
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That's a very good poem, there. At least compared to this one I wrote like two years ago:



Foils

Son of dusk, son of dawn
One is bear, the other fawn

Justice answers call of one
With other's word, wrong is done

So unlike, and yet the same
For without night, would there be day?

Nemeses in blood and light
Yet best of friends be they might
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Old 01-21-2010, 09:23 AM
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A Somber Hurrah
It's a day for a drink, so I suppose, a time to reflect upon the final repose, not pious nor pity nor grace do we leave, for those ugly things are best left to the faces that grieve, but rather to speak with such long lasting breadth, our wishes we hoped granted at best, the times we consoled, cajoled, and careened out upon a world we hardly have seen, so raise and praise with glasses what you cannot with your thoughts, the omen of good that our time here has wrought.
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Old 01-21-2010, 11:45 AM
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The Beat of Writer’s Block
It moves so slow, it drags for some small worth,
Unknown, so strong, then soft, now cold, soon hard.
What More once wrote, which I conceal, I drive
To death, where death could find no call for sense.
Out now foul shade, begone, the dark calls forth
For war, yet peace shall rush to bleak pale light.
Call real what you design, then stroke down deep.
He chose what struck him hard, it tried to sigh
Aloud, its faint, short lust which hides a name,
A shriek, I cry out words unfit to curse.
This scream I choose for want of choice condemns
For use all prose and verse, it moves away
To end the pain, and I bless God it ends.
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Old 01-21-2010, 08:24 PM
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Crushridge Ogre "Marching Song"

Who kills every kid and man?
Crushridge Clan!
Who burns just because they can?
Crushridge Clan!
Rip 'em up, slice 'em up, beat 'em to a pulp:
Will they live? Will they win? We say nope!
Kick 'em, hit 'em, listen to their moans,
Spill their blood and crack their bones!
Who just charges in without a plan?
The ogres of Crushridge Claaaaaan!

Sort of poetic.
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Old 01-22-2010, 01:38 PM
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Not really poetry, but words of wisdom.

Anything worth stealing, is worth stealing twice.
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Old 02-26-2010, 10:33 AM
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The Fragments of Narith

On the short time that here did reign when kings
Grew old on thrones and dragons slept in peace,
When on frozen Icecrown’s peak no lord ruled
And there was but snow and waste all locked
In ice on which nothing undead would trek,
And when in all the lands armies took rest,
Grew fat, and paused, their swords and minds dulled,
Their mail though bright kept gleaming with sun beams
As they rained through skies cloudy yet still blue,
On these I sing by grace and the same Muse
Who plays in my deaf ear and rouses life
In such a small soul as my own, ablaze
Now with her fire I set down the high acts
Mixed with lordly lofty calm thoughts all born
From a mind fixed upon those lost to death
Of one called Narith by all who knew him
And his vile foes if they still haunt this world.
Of his battles, sieges, and duels few know,
For he was ever and always distant
From the sword’s vain glory, and struck for love
On a globe spun by rage, though yes he fought
In war to end all discord and foul hate
Which cursed the land with innocents’ pure blood.
Now has come the time to proclaim his deeds
Lest they to dust soon turn as memory
Is bound to turn from light to dying dark.
Within Stormwind’s high towered walls he came
To life of noble blood though no duke or count’s
Title he could claim for his was a line
So tainted by a faithless touch which bore
Disgrace for both these once untainted sides,
Husband and wife then turned to shame for each
With another had lain, and so the child
Of Lilia was sent to the barracks
Quite soon in youth to learn with shield and blade
And perchance glory to win and a name
Redeemed through victory and blood on steel poured.
To him now let my words take wing on high
With no mean flight but above the tall Peak
Of Aerie to Lordaeron’s chief city
Rebuilt with wondrous fine splendor all bright
With spires, dense walls, and mages’ thick towers
Where he reclines at the gray king’s small feet
Upon the dais before the whole court gathered
To hear him speak of his defeats, failures,
And of his triumphs and heroic feats
On which he began with strength, force and tears
Before the glittering crowd all confined
In front of him like a small pool of stars
He spoke at once and at length for the whole night:
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Old 02-27-2010, 04:14 PM
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Continuing the above.

“Friends friends! dear friends! If I may so proclaim
My lords to be! Exult with me here and now
For what was lost we mourn and what was found
We weep in joy though so few things now are
In our ancient old hands, which will crumble,
But then our tears both of joy and sadness
Shall then have dried into nothing at all
Not dust nor ash nor dirt but our own black
Nothing. Strive now forward without pause,
I must recall for you my gleaming host
Of mighty rulers whom this land has blessed-
What has passed and what is and what comes
From time’s unmeasured distance unto us
As we stand here under this roof of stone
Like a slab over a grave and we are food
For the damp earth, and so now I here move
To say for all in words what I have come
To with my heart believe is our last truth.
Heavy weary heart spill out this my love
I keep for Laura, Winfred and dear Scott,
My three, sacred three, one wife two friends
With me counts four among the many knights
Of the mortal Alliance and its hosts
That marched across the nations to lands oppressed
By Orcs or the Undead’s foul blight which spread
To pave the way for the Legion’s red steps,
Blood red steps of fire I intend to mean,
Let them lie in ash for all time, broken
In defeat dealt to them by Light and spell,
Our magic far from fell laid waste their ranks
Each and all, throughout the fearsome decades
Wherein war reigned over us all, and we
Fought only the end, the most holy end.
Who can lose in their minds the memory
Handed down, of the heights of Blackrock Spire
Under whose shadow Lothar passed from life,
His soul no doubt now must see some bliss
Like an ocean always so calm that bears up foam
In froth most pure unlike the Maelstrom’s winds
And storms, which strip the feats of man and orc,
Dwarf with gnome, troll and elf, and all others
Who sail this world’s seas, of their victory.
Or even who could forget the black tale
Of the Lightbringer’s stand against the one
Whose name I dare not utter who is damned,
Cast into the outer darkness of hell
Forever we pray to be tormented
With all the unholy hosts of evil.
But I see my lords that I have lost my cause,
My subject! And so I return to it
From the confused valley of distraction.
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Old 02-28-2010, 10:07 AM
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A little slow at the beginning; but it all has a nice, consistent rhythm to it and I enjoyed it very much. Felt like a personal telling, not a narrator's.
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Old 02-28-2010, 10:46 AM
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A little slow at the beginning; but it all has a nice, consistent rhythm to it and I enjoyed it very much. Felt like a personal telling, not a narrator's.
Thank you, sir. The poem is still ongoing. I will have another post ready by tomorrow. Things are only going to pickup as we enter the main action of the story. It's not going to be a full blown epic in terms of length, but it will be a few hundred lines long by the end, I expect.

Also, I appreciate your mentioning that it feels slow in the beginning. I will re-examine that section and see what I can do to improve it.

Once again, thank you.
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Old 03-02-2010, 02:25 PM
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I am taking a break from the long poem to hone my skills. Here's the first product.

Some Old Bitterness
Who will not count the ways I hate your looks
And eyes azure that tremor with false shame
At lies exposed if lies they be, not truths
Adorned with your profuse mistakes and faults?
With grace alone could I forgive your sins
My merit tainted by the lust and pride
I spent by your warm back yet not quite touched
In heart or soul, or so my mind recalls.
Ink stained on my wax hands from lines ill-wrought
To praise the light that drifts in your blonde hair
Has smeared small patterns on this flesh of mine,
While I imbibe the little words that fall
In screams from parted lips, red as real blood
That I have spilled in some lost dream’s dense fog.
It lifts from me, this pall of rage, I set
It down and for a reason I cannot see
My heart from ice again into flame moves.
So now I plod back to you for love’s sake
To build a friendship over what is past.
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Old 03-04-2010, 09:27 AM
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“An Imaginary Relationship”
I walked with death some months before I came
To see your pink, soft sheets which I despised
For their rich glut of stains all made to blame
Your empty faith in virgin looks contrived
To please. Our deaths could mean an end
To petty glances sent to mute our words
Of passion meant to live, to weep and lend
Our tears of love what these hearts could afford.
Yet where our eyes have met is a dead plain
Of broken truths and false visions all churned
In waste in moon light we know doomed to wane,
This was unveiled to me, this I have learned.
If only it would not happen, that bliss
We feel whenever our lips meet to kiss.
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Old 04-09-2010, 05:18 PM
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Can i post my poetry here?, i'm not very good at it but i want to try too.
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Old 04-09-2010, 08:11 PM
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Can i post my poetry here?, i'm not very good at it but i want to try too.
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So, this thread is for anyone who would like to share his or her poetry with the rest of the forum. Poems do not have to be WarCraft related. Constructive criticism is welcome.
Does that answer your question?
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Old 04-10-2010, 12:14 PM
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let me try then

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My Life and my Guardian
When i was born
I was given a light
With it I could see
In the dark caves
Where I was born.

I lived with flame
She gave me heat
To protect me
From the cold ground
Where I lived.

I died without
Nor flame, Nor light
Striped away from me
By the people of above
Where I never died.

I saw the person coming
To take away my gentle guardian
On top of my lungs
Before I died,
I screamed.


"You no take candle!"
Well what do you think? pretty silly but bonus points for it being about warcraft

Edit: Opps fixed wrong parts and quoted
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