Random Poem For Thought

JusticeBlade

<div class="IPBDescription">its a poem, not about NS though</div> Apon this world a new age falls
A darkness ages with great fearing calls
For are world has fallen most horrifically
Into a hole that was forged greedily
Buy the hands of man

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Old, wise, these are people of the past

They know happiness and embrace it

The Children of the Old people are not

They wallow in darkness and in fear

Only because they are to weak to embrace life

The Children believe the worst is best and life meaning less

They have no hope

Thus the world begins to crumble as it did before

To see the future look to the past
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Now me I'm not some depressed gothic guy like the poem leads you to believe. I want to stop this and bring back the days when happiness was "cool" and good was just that. I made this as a wake up call to all those depressed gothic gamers out there to get up and live life to the fullest and never give up hope.

Smoke_Nova

I'd like to think I live by the Nietzcheian (from the tv show Andromeda) maxim:

where there is life, there is hope.

Btw, it's by the hands of men, not buy

overall not bad, sorta depressin though.

Confuzor

This one's getting published in a poem book collection, yipee.
A simple project I did in my writing class:


<span style='font-size:14pt;line-height:100%'><b>Dream Spirit</b> </span>


I want a spirit that can slice through obstacles,
as if karate chopping a sewage pipe was as simple
as cutting through soap bubbles, with a katana,
just in case.

I want a spirit that is relentless like the ancient boxer
with an abysmal career he forgot ended years ago;
still throwing punches, still making dodges
at thin air, with a crowd consisting of one custodian.

I want a spirit that perseveres – that atomic explosion
devastating all in it’s past, save the one cockroach
that beat the bomb; antennas waving in celebration,
joyful that it would live on

I want a spirit that is hopeful even if hope is dead;
the knights had fallen to the drake, and still
the peasant boy went forth with sling and rock;
no knowledge of the victor in the David and Goliath match

I want a spirit that knows happiness in darkness
like the orphaned boy at the funeral of his parents
tears flowing freely from laughter of good times
with mom and dad; memories to cherish, always

10/23/2002

<span style='font-size:7.5pt;line-height:100%'> © 2002 - S.O. Chee "Confuzor" (or however the hell you do this copyright crap, not like it's anything <b>too</b> special) </span>


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Oh crap, I didn't realize that this wasn't a "post poetry here!" topic. I think you only wanted opinion on your poem right? Sorry... my bad... or is it? Let me know if you want it removed.

Anyways... feedback: bit of spelling mishaps, "upon..." but screw the technicalities.

Poem one: The form fits nicely, and being the pessimist that I am, I can relate to what it's saying.
Poem two: Hmmm... looking too much too the past. Isn't that what many old people though? Oh, those were the "good ol' days..." Bah. Nostalgia; past, present, future: all pieces in time are tainted with some sort of splotch. While it would seem that things are becoming worse, I'd have to reconsider, I mean heck... the Dark Ages, things don't look much more frim than that. Whatever, I'm not trying to dispute anything. Poems should make you think, and maybe I felt guilty for having posted my poem without having said anything to your poems, which forced me to think of feedback, and it did.

Good work!

DOOManiac

Here I sit, broken hearted.
I light a match, because I farted.

About the extent of my poetic sk1llz. :)