Dalk's poems of whatever he feels like writing about at the moment

We're the ones who are wrong?

We're the ones who are wrong
We're the ones who are wrong
We, the generation pointed by the lost dreams and broken poetry of the past are the ones who are wrong
We, the ones fueled by the end of the gone's hopes and dreams are the ones who are wrong
We, the people working towards each other with the intent of each other and ourselves are the ones who are wrong?
We're the ones who are wrong?!
Are we, the generation looking out for the world, not the nation,
For the good of not one person but the population,
Flying on the shining wings of a dead dream once dreamt by the bygone world of hope,
Are we the ones who are wrong?!​

 

Wow.
Y'know, the way you act in the Spam Zone, I had no idea you such, poetic talent. Such passion, such... other third thing. I really enjoyed it.

 

Thank you. I see why thought would be I don't do this well, but I know that is is and will be okay since when until what think like.

 

I love the last poem posted. I guess you've got the combo. I'm really enjoying this poems. They are rather creative.

 

Cherry Tree

What is love so curiously distraught?
It is not love, this love that I feel
Is a cherry tree in a lush field,
Green as the gown of mother nature.
It is beautiful, elegant, and yet,
It is able to endure the neverending storm that is the world,
And does not bend or break or mold,
But holds true and strong.
And through all of this,
It is still able to grow.
To flourish and show the world it's splendor
And to blossom. This is the love that I feel.​

 

Too sick and distracted to read the rest D: I'll come back later and read and comment on every single one later, but for now I'm just going to say that they're all good, and plain text is best for this type of thing I think. The first one was without the white text in my opinion.

 

What did you like about them? Which one was your favorite? 8D

 

Living the River

Once upon a time
We had different ideas of what was sublime
There was a man in the river who said he should deliver
He said, "Please swim with me, if you have the time,"
And we figured that it wasn't a crime.

We stepped in the river and let the current take us out,
We threw our lives to chance and we didn't have a doubt
With our icy dreams it would never seem
That out gamble with the river would ever give out,
But that all ended with but a shout.

And the river flows on
When souls have gone cold and the life is all gone
They're washed up on the shores, your faith may be no more
But we'll swim together under the rising sun.​

EDIT: Also putting my entry in the poetry contest here. Since this is supposed to be a collective of my poems, you know.

Game That No One Wins

What a sweet surprise
To open my tired eyes
And see nothing, but realize
That we're fighting for a prize
Maybe this way is a lie and you cannot see the truth,
I know not to expect it but I want to see proof
That what we're doing to them is turning them away from sin
And that we're not just going through this **** again and again

Is this justice for their sins
Or is it a game that no one wins
We sent them out to stop the flood
And they came back covered in blood

Have you realized
Consequences of lies
Are nothing
to
monopolize
Here the angel cries because people don't die
For thousands of years of wars and lies
All of it in their name, ten thousand years of death and pain
And can people really not see it just because they're vain

Is this justice for their sins
Or is it a game that no one wins
We sent them out to stop the flood
And they came back covered in blood​

 

Cherry Tree is really sweet, though reading aloud I had to double-take a few times as the rhythm seemed a bit weird..

I have a word of advice about your poems- they're all good but I think you should vary in your structure. Each of your recent poems seem to be last word of each line rhyming with the previous- even switching to "A B C B" would be better (second and last line rhyming), just for some variation.

Game that No One Wins was an awesome entry >> *jealous*
Although for some reason it sounded like a rap in my head :v

Its funny, I swear poetry is bringing out your feminine side :v

 

Kingdom

A kingdom that was centuries old
Of treasures with worth untold
Rose into the sunlit sky
On pillars made of cloud and fire.
All eyes turned, were skyword bound
To treasure waiting to be found.
And eyes stay on the wonderous sight
As men begin to fight.

They wage their wars
For kingdoms' riches,
From sandy shores
To lands relinquished,
To kingdoms past and kingdoms since
Crowns of the lost king and prince,
Lost in blowing sands of age
Keep the world in its cage.

Maybe we were not as great
As armies in the winds of fate,
But we set out to find the trove
Because of greed and greed alone.
Wishing riches led to fame,
We wished the world to shout our name
And we started our slow ascent
To see the treasure at the end.

The columns of cloud
We could not touch,
As the armies around
Began their march.
In the blood of brothers they would rinse
Crowns of the lost king and prince.
Lost in blowing sands of age,
Keep the world in its cage.

We began our slow ascent
As columns of fire burned our hands.
Day turned to night, then day again,
We struggled on against the wind.
Our need for power moved us on
To reach for where the noontime sun
Beat heat on us from up ahead,
Like the flames that scorched our knees and hands.

The kingdom's gates
Of gold and glass
Were the goal of hate
And wars of past,
Of wars to come and battles hence.
The crowns of the lost king and prince,
Lost in blowing sands of age
Keep the world in its cage.

The end of our ascent drew near.
Our hearts were gripped with greed and fear
As we saw gates of gold and pearl
That told of kingdoms of the world.
They told of how they rose and fell,
From heaven's lights to depths of hell.
We opened history without
Any pause or sort of doubt.

We stepped inside
The city's door,
It stopped to hide
From all the world.
Back then we had no regrets.
The crowns of the lost king and prince,
Lost in blowing sands of age
Keep the world in its cage.

There we stood, upon the place
Where untold worth of treasure lays.
Nations waged war for this wealth,
Plunged earth into death and filth.
We were brought here by our greed,
Treasure which we thought we'd need.
But then we saw the room was bare,
Save for a small parchment there.

The parchment's worth
That started wars,
Said "Peace on earth,
For all the world."
The armies cannot hear our cries, since
The crowns of the lost king and prince,
Lost in blowing sands of age
Keep the world in its cage.

​

 

Since this is a poem of sorts I'll just put it here


...................... one
.....................in one
......................in one.........................world
.......................in one.......................world
Those proclaimed as chosen ones....................world
......And who live with sin,one...................world
...we will................in Ones who unfurl the world
..Those who put it back again,one...............world
.....we wThose who live within one love,.......world
......we will........Is love in one unfurled?.world
.......We will laugh and live,in one.........world
........we will.......and love.in one.......world
.Together we will live.and love in one.....world
...Forever we will live.and love in one...world
............We will live and love in one world.
.............So live your life on lonely earth
..............Live it in love, and we'll birth
...............A world of unprecedented worth

 

Screw it I'm posting this and if it doesn't get feedback Im ditching this whole thing

Jimmy​

Jimmy, are you listening?
Are you lost inside your head?
I don't know a single thing
That you could find in there.
You're going through tough times and trials
You don't hit back, instead
You wait for a revival
So your blood is surely red.

You bide your time but don't resign
To the fate they pick for you
Wait for the sign to draw the line
Please Jimmy, don't resume.
They gave you hell, you gave it back
I beg you, Jimmy, don't attack.
They lack the mindset to hold back
But Jimmy, your blood is red.

Jimmy, can you hear me?
I'm the voice inside your head.
You may feel lost and helpless Jimmy,
Now that they're all gone.
I know it's dark, I'll be your light,
Listen to what I've said.
I know that what you did is right,
Your blood is surely red.

You bide your time but don't resign
To the fate they pick for you
Wait for the sign to draw the line
Please Jimmy, don't resume.
They gave you hell, you gave it back
I beg you, Jimmy, don't attack.
They lack the mindset to hold back
But Jimmy, your blood is red.

Jimmy, are you thinking
About what has been said?
Your life is slowly sinking,
And your deeds got you here.
I'm here to help you to regain
The life that you once lead,
And now that I know you're insane
Your blood may not be red.

Jimmy, where did you go?
Are you lost inside your head?
Oh Jimmy, the man I know
Is no longer you.
Did you forget what you've been told?
Can you hear what you said?
Someone so icy and so cold,
Your blood cannot be red.

I've been here forty days and nights
Listening to what they said.
They told me that I wasn't right,
In other words, insane.
But they don't see things through my eyes,
I know what I have said,
I know I'm right, and through their lies
I know my blood is red.

Are you insane, are you insane,
I'm not insane, I feel this pain
I have no idea what remains
In twenty thousand different ways.
I have to say, I feel afraid
I'm not insane, I'm not insane,
Of what's happened to you.
We just don't see the world the same.
Are you insane, what's in your brain,
I'm not insane, I'm not insane,
Is there a sorrowful refrain?
I lay down in the traffic lane.
Are you in pain? What's there to gain?
Under this rain I'll end the pain
Is there something to lose?
There's really nothing left to gain
I don't care if I am insane

Jimmy, can you hear me?
I believed I was your freind.
Was I so blind to your needs?
Did it kill you after all?
I know that it may be too late
But you can rest your head,
I know you're human, and you're great,
And yes, your blood is red.

You bide your time but don't resign
To the fate they pick for you
Wait for the sign to draw the line
Please Jimmy, don't resume.
They gave you hell, you gave it back
I beg you, Jimmy, don't attack.
They lack the mindset to hold back
But Jimmy, your blood is red.

 

I C BIBLICAL REFERENCES

But seriously, I've always loved Jimmy. I remember you showed it to me a while back, and I still love it. It feels so...personal. Makes it feel like you're actually talking and pleading with him. The rhetoricals are perfectly used, as is the repitition. I swear if this poem was in a different form of media it'd probably make me cry or something xD Okay, I'll stop with the peculiar behaviour now.

Anyway, awesome.

 

Wow, this part of the poem was my favorite.

Overall, it was brilliant. I loved it. Repetition, as Harriet said, was used perfectly, as were the rhetorical Q's. It added that extra personal touch that all brilliant poems posses.

 

Gone

But a simple request and you're
Gone

From what I thought we had, you are
Gone

And though every thing was fine and good- Well, I guess it wasn't,
But my perspective failed me and I wish I knew the truth.
I don't know how long I thought that love would overshadow distance,
And I knew not to expect from you or see any proof.

A call was waiting, unreturned, while waiting in the snow;
From a boy lost and broken, though you shouldn't have to know.
He wished that she'd be there for him, but even when that failed,
He sent his love hundreds of miles through a piece of mail.

But a word from your lips and you're
Gone

Not a kiss for your lips, but you're
Gone






Wrote this one in like two because I feel it's necessary but I don't really care at this point.

 

For once, I know exactly how you feel.

Loved this. <3


I don't think I could make any other comments on the poem, because it wouldn't do it emotional justice. :|

 

In Memory

Can you hear the melodies
Of one last sight; and beauty's calls?
Of people prancing through their world
Their heads all full of eyeballs

Life is turning, like the world,
Though life is not so sound;
And death begins to play it's part ,
Life is sinking, falling down.

Can you feel the sunlight
Warming up your soul and skin?
He may warm his soul,
But he'll never feel his skin again.

Can you hear the melodies
Of one last sight, and beauty's calls?
I know of the ones who can;
I know of so many.

All is love;
Love has not ended for one man who mattered
Just as the whole world should matter,
All is love;
And the world starts moving past a life
Of beautiful intentions~

 

Oooh I like In Memory alot.
Especially this part:

Life is turning, like the world,
Though life is not so sound;
And death begins to play it's part ,
Life is sinking, falling down.

I don't know why, but it struck me.

 

Very touching. The stanzas appeared to flow into each other in a very interesting way, not with technical rhymes but perhaps a sense of emotion. One can truly feel this poem moreover examine it as such. Beautiful.

 

I was kind of iffy on how I handled the transitions; thank you for clearing that up for me.