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MH Senpai
伝説メンバー / Densetsu / Legendary Member
Sep 2, 2006
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Heh.. yeah.. It is hard to find someone who likes poems >.< But still not impossible.
And I am too busy right now. I'll post some more of my works when I'm a little bit free.

Not long ago, I tried to make one about the Renaissance, but lost in the middle because I can't seems to find the "old words" to use >.<

grim jao

下級員 / Kakyuuin / Jr. Member
Jan 13, 2007
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bax said:
Heh.. yeah.. It is hard to find someone who likes poems >.< But still not impossible.
And I am too busy right now. I'll post some more of my works when I'm a little bit free.

Not long ago, I tried to make one about the Renaissance, but lost in the middle because I can't seems to find the "old words" to use >.<
well most of the renisance was in italy and really the only part that reached the english speaking parts had to do with the church so that might not be the best topic to write about unless you know a lot of itailian i mean if you really want to be authentic

but i personally like more modern poetry because those poems arent so much about the structure but about the meaning and i've always thought that those were the poems that change people's lives and i hope to write something that will do just that someday


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英雄メンバー / Eiyuu Menbaa / Hero Member
Jan 22, 2007
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bax said:
I'll post some more of my works when I'm a little bit free.
I'll be waiting. :D

And I'll post another one of my favourites in a few days. ^^


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MH中毒 / MH Chuudoku / MH Addicted
Jul 17, 2006
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There are about two poets that I actually read out of free will: Shel Silverstein and John Keats <3 Siverstein's poems are mostly comedy, but they're love <3 My favorite is "Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout."

Keats, however, was a romanticist era poet who wrote the famous "La Belle Dame Sans Merci:"

O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.


O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.


I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.


I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.


I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.


I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.


She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
“I love thee true.”


She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.


And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.


I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”


I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.


And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

He has a beautiful storytelling ability in his poetry and it's easy to visualize and understnad the messages in his works. My favorite poem of his is "Isabella;" also known as "the Pot of Basil." It's meant to be serious, but I find the ending hilarious XD It's a bit long, but you can read it here:


He also has a kind epic series of poems that tells a story. The collection is entitled "Endymion." It's a beautiful work <3


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英雄メンバー / Eiyuu Menbaa / Hero Member
Jan 9, 2007
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I digged this up from some years back. my school made us write something (poem or story) about the school values and I was writing about passion. it's kinda corny :XD

Write to Write

For every letter that has been written
There are many ways to pen it down
Either you write with your hands chained
Or you write with all your heart
Do not write because you have to
But write because you want to
Whichever you choose, it's up to you
Having passion in what you do
Adds more colour to your work
You finish it off with, "Yours sincerely"
But what do you really mean by it?
I hereby say,
"I wrote this down
Only because I like to write"
But if you wrote this half-heartedly
No matter how perfect it may seem
I'm sorry to say
"Your work is incomplete"


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英雄メンバー / Eiyuu Menbaa / Hero Member
Aug 22, 2006
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First things first i didnt write this...my friend did, but its about me so i was chuffed.

Indie synthpop and new wave
Electro hip-hop and nu-rave
Dance and trance, rock and funk
Euro hardcore, soul and spunk

R&B, drum and bass
Guitar solos to melt your face
Gospel choirs, Japanese pop
Don't you let the music stop

Spinning big tunes on the decks
Music is her hot hot sex
Love for music never waivers
Amy is a techno raver

He posted it on DeviantArt, so if you would like to comment, here's the link.


初心者/ Shoshinsha / Beginner
Mar 19, 2007
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Heres one i wrote a few months ago (although if this new pink theme lasts i doubt anyone will ever read it)

Tear me inside

And let me dry

let me dry out

I'll take everything you need

everything your playing for keeps

So you better stop me

unless this is good bye

to the life I promised you

So answer to the memory

No matter how momentarily

Come to your hands and knees

And suffer for me

It's the only way

I'd have it

Selfish and presumptuous

Oh how good this feels

To let my self forget about regret

When I'm losing myself

Am I really loosing anything

But the power to scream

And maybe a little bit of the pain

The fact I was there

Still doesn't mean I care

In all this rain

I find the last

Of me

Before I take this too far

I should make sure that I

Can conciously lie

For all of my sins

Is this where it ends

Or have I yet to even begin

With the tearing you apart

Its so much fun to hurt

The ones, the ones

I tried so hard

To protect from this harm

To protect from this (selfish and presumptuous)

the truest part of myself

The true humanity

That lies within me


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英雄メンバー / Eiyuu Menbaa / Hero Member
Jan 22, 2007
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Too bad this thread doesn't have more succes... Let's get it back to life, shall we?
I'm here today to share another beautiful poem with you guys! ^^

Written by Joke van Leeuwen for the "World Day for the Prevention of Child Abuse" / "International Day against Child Abuse"
It became a short, faltering verse, which can't seem to find the right words, just like the kids which it describes.

am I not good good am I
am I not not of me but of
unwanted scratchers in my case
don't I wear safe skin may I
no roof of light that this that this
away away and everything everything then

see what I say which I can not say

~translation by Goji~

original by Joke Van Leeuwen (written in dutch):

ben ik niet goed wel goed ben ik
ben ik niet niet van mij ben ik van
ongevraagde krassers in mijn kas
draag ik geen veilig vel mag ik
geen dak van licht dat dit dat dit
weg weg en alles alles dan

zie wat ik zeg dat ik niet zeggen kan


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初心者/ Shoshinsha / Beginner
Oct 30, 2008
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Will help this thread a bit ;)

Some poems I wrote in the past:

suiting one for the new year

A New Year has come

A new year has come
As fireworks are been lit all over the globe
Bringing people closer together
Giving us all new hope

Hope for a better year
A year full of love, peace and joy
Everyone deserves this
As life is not a toy

Time to leave all our misery and hate behind
To start all over, start all fresh
Towards a year full of happynes
A feeling that can't be bought with any cash

A new year has come
Knocking at everyones door
Since these best wishes are for all
No matter if you're rich or poor

I wish the best to all
No matter if you can write poems or not
May everyones dreams come true
That's the only wish I got

A Bloody wall

A bloody wall, oh so red
Showing the pain of the love she misses
The love she once had
A dark eye liner, oh so black
Expressing her sad, lonely feeling
A feeling that begs for time to go back
Tearfull eyes, no hope left
Robbed from her smile
Teenage theft
Time to choose a different colour, moving to another wall
Time for her to rise once again and not fall

Broken Mirror

You say you love me
You say you care
But whenever I need you
You're never there

There to wipe away my tears
There to wash away all my fears
No, you leave me cold
Never there to keep me warm

You say I make you complete
You say I'm the only one whom you need
But yet you treat me like a stone
Leaving me all alone

I can't controle this anger anymore
It's time for me to show you the door
As my fist makes its way towards you
Breaking the mirror in two

Demon from the past

Years have passed, we may have moved away
But the scars you left us are forever there to stay
Years have passed, but I still remember it well
My only safe place, called home
Turned into a living hell
Day after day I was scared to enter the home door
Scared of the broken glass, yet to be found on the floor
Will it be another night of pain and tears?
Or will he be sober and spare us of our fears?
This question over and over, day after day
Hoping for the demon inside my father to go away
But he kept drinking and screaming
Giving alcohol another meaning

My mom and sister started crying
A huge fist slams on the table, silence came
But on the inside we were terrified, slowly dying
I did not have the strength to stand up against him
Knowing how strong he is, my chance of succeeding would be very thin
Once in our beds we hoped he fell asleep downstairs
So we could sleep peacefully, without any violence and flying chairs
We had our peacefull moments when he was asleep
Those were the times we could safely weep
That thought had to wait
Since he was coming up, he's back to make us afraid
I covered my ears, not wanting to hear
Any horror that might happen, shivvering in fear

The sun finaly arrived, giving me my first embrace
Quickly I remove the tears on my face
And prepare myself for another day at school
Time to put on another fake smile and act all cool
As if nothing had happened


Tears start to roll over my face
as I hold you in my arms, our last embrace
Memories of us enter my mind
I hold you tight
Oh girl, you are truely one of a kind

I will miss the love you gave me, it was so pure
Miss everything about you, that I know for sure
Your gentle touch, the way you walk and move your hips
I hold you tighter
Close my eyes, one final taste of your tender lips

The train arrives, It's time
For me to let you go, no longer are you mine
I try to grab your hand, but you slip away
Leaving me all alone
With noone next to me, there to stay

Falling on my knees in the mids of the crowd
Looking at you entering the train, wanting to scream out loud
But no sound comes out, only tears
Leaving me shivvering on the ground
Afraid of the lonely feeling for the upcoming years

A loud crack in my heart as it breaks in two
Leaving only memories
Me and You

Wide Awake

I stare with my eyes wide open, I can not sleep
Thinking of a girl I've only just met
But already I share your pain, pain which I also once had
Even though I see no scars on you, I know your wounds are deep
I want to help you, but I get pushed away
Don't you trust me? Don't you want me to stay?
Are you that scared of being hurt?
Don't be, that's not what I want or wish for, you have my word
I'm just here to help and care
But you are simply not there

Some find you quiet and mystique
but they don't see what I see
or don't let you fully be
I see a girl, pure and unique
Since I not only see a beauty on the outside
but also on the inside
And that part of yourself you shouldn't need to hide
You shouldn't need to hide
I know you've been hurt before
and that you not seek for more
But don't forget there are some who care
about you, even if you are not there

I know the past can't be undone
nor can it be erased
learn from it or you'll be forever chased
and remember that also good things still can come
Smile and be happy like you were before
if not, I'll just have to write you some more...

Story I wrote for an mmorpg game some years ago.

Note: its a bit long ;)

Welcome homins, let me tell you a little story about what happened at this sacred place.

A long time ago, yet still remembered by the Elders of Atys, there was a Homin called Rhand who lived in Trykerland.

Most saw him as a quiet person, but he was known for his deeds. Always wanting to help the people who are in need of help.

On one day while he was scouting he first met her, lady NiN. The daughter of the highly respected tribeleader Rohad whose tribes duty was to protect the royal family of Tryker.

Rhand stood there speechles, his blood pounding through his vains, a feeling he never had felt before. He wanted to walk towards her, but he could not move.

He could only watch her beauty from a distance. On the days following he kept going to the same place in hope to see her again. Weeks passed, a month passed.

He was about to give his hope up but just then, when he was about to walk back, he saw her. She was crying. As shocked as he was, all sorts of feelings going through him.

He finaly made a step, closer and closer towards Nin, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He quietly approched her and sat down next to her asking why she was crying.

NiN told Rhand she had to marry the young prince of the royal family in order to keep the royal bloud strong. But NiN did have no feelings towards the young prince.

Rhand understood her, as miserable as he felt, as caring as he was, he could not help her. They kept meeting after this day and became realy close friends.

Untill one day before the wedding Rhand asked NiN to meet him at a special place. There he kneeled before her and told her about his feelings towards her.

From a warm feeling inside to a knive beeing struck in his heart was how Rhand felt when he heared NiN telling him that she also was starting to fall in love with Rhand but could not marry him since she was vowed to marry the young prince,

She respected her family and had to do this or her family would lose their homelands. NiN then told Rhand it was the best if they would not see eachother anymore after the wedding.

Rhand replied he could not bare to see the love of his life marry another man and told her he would leave the region and wander in the woods. NiN stood there still, not saying anothing, not knowing what to say.

Rhand lowered his head and ran into the forest, running away, away from reality in hope to forget what could never be forgotten. NiN realised she had done something wrong, but she was too late.

When she realised this, Rhand was already gone, far deep inside the forest. Weeks passed, A Month passed. NiN was married with the young prince yet she could not give him what he wanted.

Her heart was still at Rhand.

Rhand in meantime had reached the far end of the dark forest. He had not eaten for a week, no strength left to stand, he closed his eyes and let him fall down on the ground.

He heared the growling sounds of a nearby Ragus pack. He smiled, finaly it would end, the pain. He would die and he wanted it.

The sounds came closer... the hungry feeling he had made him faint just before the pack reached him. Then he opened his eyes, wondering where he was.

Would he finaly be able to meet Jena ? Was he died ? the pain gone, finaly ? No, he still lay in a forest. Not knowing how it was possible he then realised what had happened.

The ragus pack had safed him. They took him in their cave and gave him warmth with their skin laying against him which made Rhand survive.

They even had food laying in front of him. He was newly born from that moment on. He had a relationship with them as noone would ever imagine.

He became one of them. His hair had grown, he even started to walk on both hands and feet, like one of them.

A long time passed. Then Rhand suddenly heared a howling painful sound, he ran towards it and saw a tribe slaughtering the Ragus pack who had saved his life.

It was not only anger he felt, it was more than that. His family had been slaughtered in front of him, he howled and ran towards the tribe in a straight forward attack.

Biting in the first tribemans neck, a speed the tribepeople had never seen before. An arrow flow through the air, a scream covering it 'Nooooooo, stooooop!!!!'.

But it was too late, the arrow had already struck Rhand. Laying on the ground, dying slowly he saw an angel coming towards him. She looked familiar, yes it was NiN.

He whispered to her, its ok, dying in your arms is more than i could ever wish for. NiN cried and cried. The man who fired the arrow came towards her and took NiN away from Rhands dead body.

It was the young prince, who fired the arrow, the husband of NiN. The days, years after NiN kept missing something. Something called true love, which she could not find in her husband.

She died at an age of 97 but had never lived really. Never really loved, never really beeing loved.

The sacred place we are standing now was the place Rhand got hit by the arrow and died in Nin's arms with a smile on his face. Some say whoever killes something on this ground, would never find real love or lose it.

Have more stories, will post them if you people are interested.
Else it's best I don't bother your eyes with it ;)
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