Poetry Thread

[MaskedDrifter]

Time

Always There
But Nowhere
Never See It
Always Feel It

Chops Life
Adds Trife
Hard To Cope
Where Is Hope?

Kills Hill
Eternal Will
Kills Man
Always Can

Impossible To Stop
Or Get on Top
Live Life
Without Trife

[MaskedDrifter]

Walk

As I took a walk one day,
I saw a forest path.
It led into a glade of trees,
untouched by man's wrath.

I gazed my eyes upon a tree
that seemed to reach the sky.
So elegant and erect,
it deserved to be high.

I saw on a small branch,
a baby bird about to try.
To ahcieve a most magnificent art,
it attempted to fly.

In the center of the glade,
my eyes beheld a lake.
It was more stunning and beautiful,
then anything mere mortals could make.

As I took a walk one day,
I saw a forest path.
It led into a glade of trees,
untouched by man's wrath.
(enjoy)

[Mizu no Kokoro]

nicely done~ is it apart of the style to capitalize every word in the first one? not quite sure^^;; otherwise i quite enjoyed~ good work

[MaskedDrifter]

(Thank you for the kind words. Because of that compliment, I am inspired to write another one)

Mask

He walks upon the desert sands,
and in and out of mists.
He never stays in a place for long,
it is like he never exists.

The wanderer with a lonely life,
wears a mask upon his face.
He hides the pain and sorrow,
that came from another place.

All that you will ever see,
all of his face your sight will reap.
Is one deep blue eye,
eternally and forever deep.

He knows no love or happiness,
for it was never given to him.
He wanders throughout his life,
eternally sad and grim.

He walks upon the desert sands,
and in and out of mists.
He never stays in a place for long,
it is like he never exists.

[MaskedDrifter]

Love

What is this feeling,
this burning desire?
What makes me rise,
higher and higher?

What paralyzes me,
and freezes my heart?
What makes me fear,
being forced apart?

What makes me happy,
as soon as I see you?
What gives me lust,
for whatever is true?

What breaks my heart,
when I am alone?
What leaves me feeling,
as if I've no home?

What leaves me empty,
with a huge blackness?
What turns despair,
ito a huge darkness?

(dedicated to a friend of mine who has experienced this problem)

[Mizu no Kokoro]

aww... i liked the rhyming, gave it alot of fluency~ i personally found the first one to be very thought provoking^^

[MaskedDrifter]

(Thank you! Do you mean Time? Or do you mean Mask? Oh well. Thanks again!)

Sin

In a world that is rule by men,
all believe they are right.
But to see a man who is truly pure,
is an impossible sight.

A courageous warrior who will always fight,
will win with his iron will.
But to win, he must break the rule,
that it is forbidden to kill.

The leader who will run a nation,
with his morals and wealth.
Is always out for another reason,
always out for himself.

The adults that demand respect,
from the little ones at home.
Forget the eldest of us,
who are destined to be alone.

The self-righteous fools who rule this world,
with their power and might.
With never be the ideal people,
who live with morals and right.

(Not as good the previous four I know. But this is how I feel about alot of the people in our world. Enjoy!)

[Mizu no Kokoro]

oops, srry~ i meant mask out of the two u posted after my first comment^^;;
wah, this one has the feeling of politics to it~ br... especially after an election that just occurred where i live~

[MaskedDrifter]

(ah I see. One occurred where I live recently as well. You live in Tennesee right? Anyway, I have another one down here)

Memory (Part 2 in the "Mask" Series)

As he walks the gruesome wasteland,
the wanderer dost return.
He revisits the pain he once felt,
the awful dreadful burn.

He remembers the burning place,
that he had once called home.
He remembered seeing bodies,
and realizing he was alone.

He remembered the screams of fear,
as he walked down a village street.
He remembered the awful anger,
on the faces of those he would meet.

He remembered the awful horror,
when he looked into the riverbed.
He remembered the face of a demon,
that had filled others with dread.

The wanderer walked the wastelands,
with the mask upon his face.
The only thing he wanted now,
was to find a peaceful place.

[Mizu no Kokoro]

huh? Tennesee? O_o lol~ no~ i live in Canada :D

[MaskedDrifter]

(Oh cool! I have a brother in Ontario. Tis cool. Anyway, I will now write the next one in the Mask series. I will continue that off and on. As you have probably guessed, he is my favorite charatcer partially because of his cool story, possibly because I created him.)

Meeting (Part 3 in the "Mask" series)

The screams of many could be heard,
for many miles around.
But after he entered the fray,
there was not even a sound.

He travelled to the river stream,
soothe his enormous pain.
But he collapsed upon the way,
under the gentle rain.

When he woke he found himself,
to the right of the small stream.
But then his eyes beheld a girl,
who seemed to be out of a dream.

She looked at him and went toward him,
without even saying a thing.
She bent down to clean his wounds,
and she beagn to sing.

A lovely tune she sang,
an angelic tune at that.
The wanderer was engrossed in it,
and it engrossed him as he sat.

Eventually she finished,
and then she rose to her feet.
She left him there but what she left,
was the thoughts of that little meet.

The wanderer rose to travel more,
thinking of the lovely cure.
he hoped he would meet more like her,
so kind and soft and pure.

(dedicated to Mizu no Kokoro)

[ADMBird]

!!!WOW!!!.
Cool man.

[Mizu no Kokoro]

hee hee~ thanks for the dedication~ you seem to write quite abit of poetry^^ is it a hobby? lolz~

[MaskedDrifter]

(Yes it is. A very special hobby)

Nothing

I see the world around me,
that is so full of darkness.
That I'm amazed that anyone,
can resist the blackness.

In a world with pain and death,
with malevolence and greed.
How can we hope to escape,
the evil blooming seed?

Where men will their souls,
to get eternal power.
Where bullies will for fun,
make other people cower.

Is there any hope
for our hardened little earth?
What happened to the morals,
that once had great worth?

If anyone will listen to me,
I hope you live your life.
A life of good and happiness,
without any worry of trife.

(Antoher one done.)

[_Ink]

My praise for the second one "the forest untouched by man's wrath" it is beautiful, simple and focused, i will view the rest when i have more time to go through them. keep it going!

[Kagetsu]

Its some really great pieces of work
Do you write them as it comes to you or you you base it off a complete thought?

[MaskedDrifter]

Thank you for the compliments. Now I shall write another!)

Paradise

As they walked upon the beach,
as happy as could be.
They seemed to be so peaceful,
so gentle, so free.

They walked hand-in-hand,
staring into each others' faces.
They couldn't have been any happier,
in all those other places.

The couple sat down on the beach,
just as the sun began to set.
This moment would be one,
that neither would ever forget.

They looked into each others' eyes,
and in what seemed like a bliss.
The two moved closer to each other,
to create a heavenly kiss.

I watched them on that sunset,
and saw they joy they had.
Looking at them I thought,
life is not so bad.

[Mizu no Kokoro]

awww.... this one was reli sweet^^ awesome work~ keep it up~

[MaskedDrifter]

(Thanks again. I shall write another.)

Will (Part 4 of Mask series)

In places where no man has been,
or will ever go once more.
There wanders a lonely man,
with a heart eternally sore.

He travels through many lands,
through many mountains and mists.
Many tell him to turn back,
but his heart just insists.

He enters many battles,
and has gotten enormous pain.
But he still travels more,
through the ice and rain.

What keeps him going you might ask,
what makes his heart tick?
What puts this man through everything,
the thin and the thick?

Why, it is simply hope,
and a little dash of will.
He tries to find the good in life,
the cure for the sad and ill.

(Yeah! It is #10 people!)

[MaskedDrifter]

Doom

The end of the world is not so near,
and yet not so far away.
But let me tell you it is coming,
it will definitely come someday.

On the day the world will end,
all life will end as well.
It will be a sight,
that no living man will tell.

The world will not be attacked,
by any otherworldly force.
The power to destroy the earth,
won't come from a heavenly source.

The world will end because of man,
and of man's power fight.
Each side will claim that their power,
is the one and only right.

In a flash, the world will be gone,
and nothing will be here.
I hope the time of reckoning,
is far and not too near.

[Mizu no Kokoro]

wah~ cant think of the end of the world O_o i dont think i'll live that long anyway, meh :P

[MaskedDrifter]

(Trust me, it culd happen at anytime.........but now another poem!)

Identity (Part 5 in the Mask series)

As he walks upon the lands,
the wanderer dost think.
He thinks of what he always missed,
of life's sweetest drinks.

He remembers how he was,
so small, ugly, and weak.
But he gained the strength he needed,
to search for what men seek.

But the one thing he never had,
that all man have at birth.
Was a past that gives a man,
an essential self-worth.

A man without identity,
has lost his greatest treasure.
He has truly lost the thing in life,
that gives all men their pleasure.

The wanderer without identity,
now hopes to find his name.
For if he never finds it,
he will truly go insane.

(Don't hesitate to tell me what you think)

[Mizu no Kokoro]

alot of self reflection~ very heartfelt~

[MaskedDrifter]

(thank you. Now for another.)

Flight

On one day upon the earth,
there as a bird that flew.
That creature wanted to see the world,
and all the wonders it grew.

It flew from sky to sky,
but on its little flight.
It saw some things that troubled it,
that seemed not at all right.

He saw how the earth was sick,
because of mortal man.
They filled the earth with blackness,
to get all that they can.

The bird saw that their machines,
mad the sky turn to dark.
It saw that with their fire,
they stripped the trees of bark.

The bird saw that the men,
who had progressed so quick.
Had turned the world into their own,
in the process making it sick.

The bird aw this dying earth,
and hoped that one day.
That man will leave the earth alone,
and all will be okay.

[Mizu no Kokoro]

i wanna be a bird!!! birds are so cool~~ freedom....

[MaskedDrifter]

(being able to fly and be carefree. I would love that.)

Requiem

There was no happiness on that day,
no smiles upon the faces.
Upon that day the city,
was the saddest of all places.

As the papers whirled through town,
the people hurried and rushed.
All the tears the people had,
were neither stopped nor hushed.

They would not come back,
the loving girls and boys.
They risked their life upon a dream,
amidst the violence and noise.

The people sat in tears,
for all those they had lost.
They tried to cope what remained,
a most horrible cost.

There was no happiness on that day,
no smiles upon the faces.
Upon that day the city,
was the saddest of all places.

(personal connection of mine to this one.....)

[Mizu no Kokoro]

i personally think all poems are personal connection but sure^^ i can feel the tone in this... quite sad~ good work

[MaskedDrifter]

(Thank you. Time for another flow of emotion.....)

Heroes

In the times that are sad and dark,
an uplifting needs to come.
In these times the people look,
for the glorious, mighty one.

They look for one who is shining bright,
who stands above all others.
They look up to him like a father,
and love him like a brother.

What they look for is strength,
and who has the courage to fight.
But they don't look for one,
who is always upholding right.

The people do not know,
what a hero really is.
The major important point,
is what they really miss.

A true hero on this earth,
is one who lives everyday.
A hero is a normal person,
who eats, sleeps, and prays.

[Mizu no Kokoro]

aah~ if only~ perfection escapes me~ plus i'm getting tired~ great work, ever considered posting on a website where plp give u comments? it's kinda sad, the stuff here dont get as much attention;_;

[SLVR]

I read it all. Some very good work

[MaskedDrifter]

aah~ if only~ perfection escapes me~ plus i'm getting tired~ great work, ever considered posting on a website where plp give u comments? it's kinda sad, the stuff here dont get as much attention;_;
(No I really haven't. Maybe I should.....but anyway, I'll write a new one)

Weight (Part 6 in the Mask series)

Amisdt the screams and bloddshed,
in a battle on thisland.
There ws one who was killing all,
with just the sword in his hand.

The wanderer would slay the men,
who dared to hunt for fun.
For those who killl for pleasure,
the mercy he'd give was none.

In the battle, the wanderer,
met a fellow who did fight.
He dreamed to make a better place,
and fight for what was right.

They fought side by side,
as if the two were brothers.
They both ought their hardest,
to protect each other.

In the midst of battle,
a scream of pain was felt.
The wanderer was down,
all his blood could be smelt.

The friend that he had made,
who tried to save the world so grim.
Rushed into the enemy,
and was slain in front of him.

In a blur of anger,
the wanderer slayed them all.
The good soldiers remaining,
cheered for the one so tall.

The wanderer left that battle,
with a sadness on his brow.
If he had not been weak,
his friend would be living now.

[MaskedDrifter]

Betrayal

In this world of man and beast,
there are very powerful ties.
Ones that run deeper than blood,
and won't end when a person dies.

These bonds of supreme friendship,
are supposed to last forever.
The loyalty toward another,
won't be destroyed ever.

So why is it that one of them,
can sell his companion's soul?
How can he betray him,
for some power or control?

The bonds that were eternal,
and would not be severed ever.
How could they be destroyed,
in an instant forever?

When you forge your eternal bonds,
make your hearts join as one.
Then it will be unbreakable,
untouchable to anyone.

(dedicated to Mizu No Kokoro for the bonds I have established with her.)

[Mizu no Kokoro]

awwww.....*huggles* ur so sweet^^ i love the last stanza, mostly the last two lines~ very impactful^^ u should post on fictionpress~ then i can add u to fav authors~

[Icestorm]

man nice writing.. too bad i love poetry but im not really good at it.. im more for Story writing.. one hiccup in my romantics :)

[MaskedDrifter]

awwww.....*huggles* ur so sweet^^ i love the last stanza, mostly the last two lines~ very impactful^^ u should post on fictionpress~ then i can add u to fav authors~

(Why thank you. Wow I'm sweet.....Anyway, please tell me what this fictionpress is and send me a link. k?)

Angel

There is a day that only occurs,
once upon every life.
This day emits the greatest joy,
and removes all worry and trife.

On this day, a person is blessed,
with the most wonderous little thing.
They are blessed with a child,
that will talk, and play, and sing.

They will love that child,
throughout all their happiness and grief.
But many times it is only short,
a paradise only brief.

The children themselves are lost,
whehther it was accident or disease.
For some the sadness is too immense,
they are impossible to appease.

I'll eventually join their gloomy ranks,
but what I'll think is this.
I wouldn't have missed it for the world,
that short period of bliss.

[Icestorm]

Hey i saw your work so i thought id give it a try, i know im an ametuer but oh well, just give me some pointers

Death

In another Memory
In another Dream
I cant but think of what might of been
They talk of death as if they know what its all about
But i know that death like life is just another fight
When you see me coming in the endless night
You'll come to the conclusion that maybe they were right
Perhaps this world is just a cover for what is meant to be
Perhaps life is just another leaf falling from the Tree

[MaskedDrifter]

(that was pretty good due.)

Emptiness (part 7 of Mask series)

In this quiet little village,
that sang a quiet little song.
Everything was normal,
until he came along.

The wanderer drifted into town,
as silent and cold as a stone.
The viallgers immediately wished,
the stranger left them alone.

The wanderer went into a tavern,
so he could get a drink.
But soon he was approached,
by men who could hardly think.

They tried to see how he was doing,
and see if he was fine.
But he just gave them a cold stare,
and continued to drink his wine.

Suddenly in the back,
one man asked quite out of place.
He asked if that ugly mask,
was there to hide an ugly face.

The wanderer rushed on the man,
and punched him in the face.
He then left the money and tip,
and left that dreadful place.

When he left the villagers,
were all happy to see him go.
They hated a man who was empty,
a heart as black as a crow.

But none of them really mattered,
they had not known loss or pain.
So the wanderer set off upon the road,
ready to drift again.

[Icestorm]

another nice one from the one none other than MaskedDrifter

[Mizu no Kokoro]

Hey i saw your work so i thought id give it a try, i know im an ametuer but oh well, just give me some pointers

Death

In another Memory
In another Dream
I cant but think of what might of been
They talk of death as if they know what its all about
But i know that death like life is just another fight
When you see me coming in the endless night
You'll come to the conclusion that maybe they were right
Perhaps this world is just a cover for what is meant to be
Perhaps life is just another leaf falling from the Tree

wow~ really nice!! loved the rhyming^^ gave it great rhythm~~~ keep writing!

[MaskedDrifter]

(next one)

Judgement

On the journey that we face,
in our human life.
There comes a time when it will end,
taking your mortal trife.

Up the stairway you will go,
glowing golden in the sky.
You are amazed something this beautiful,
can exist this high.

As you come to the gate,
worry is all you will feel.
Will I go to paradise,
or a doom that is forever sealed?

When your judgement day comes,
your whole life be in review.
They will the things you've done,
all the bad and the true.

But it won't matter what you had,
or what powerful things you did.
All that will mattered is the impact you had,
upon the innocent life of a kid.

[Mizu no Kokoro]

(next one)
Judgement
On the journey that we face,
in our human life.
There comes a time when it will end,
taking your mortal trife.
Up the stairway you will go,
glowing golden in the sky.
You are amazed something this beautiful,
can exist this high.
As you come to the gate,
worry is all you will feel.
Will I go to paradise,
or a doom that is forever sealed?
When your judgement day comes,
your whole life be in review.
They will the things you've done,
all the bad and the true.
But it won't matter what you had,
or what powerful things you did.
All that will mattered is the impact you had,
upon the innocent life of a kid.

i have a friend who so need this advice^^ awesome as always~~ *give u a hug* great job!!!!!!:winking56

[Icestorm]

wow nice, end was great!

[MaskedDrifter]

(Thanks both of you. That was my 20th one by the way!)

Day By Day (Part 1 of 2)

Day by day he saw her beauty,
as she walked down the street.
Day by day he prayed to God,
the two of them would meet.

Day by day he'd become entranced,
and give a romantic sigh.
Day by day he was confused,
when he always saw her cry.

Day by day he saw her weep,
with tears from her inner soul.
Day by day he always hoped,
to fill that empty hole.

Day by day he saw the girl,
with her heart so pure and sore.
Dad by day he saw the girl,
and hoped to give her more.

(This is part 1. I apsired to write this half in the "Day by Day" sequence. hope you liked it.)

[Mizu no Kokoro]

oooh` awesome again^^ loved it~ had real rhythm to it^-^ anyhows, 1 more day before u get to post on fp!!! yay!!!~ i'm not gonna be on this forum for awhile cuz plp are pissing me off and i need to study for upcoming exams~ if u need me for anything just drop a Pm i'll be checking~ or just email^^ kk~ see u!

[MaskedDrifter]

(now for part 2)

Intertwined (part 2 of 2)

Everyday he saw her,
the lonely girl upon the seat.
Today was the day he planned,
for the two of them to meet.

The yound bold man approached her,
and he greeted her as well.
he tried to sound enthusiastic,
and seem like all was swell.

But she just ignored him,
and continued being with no one.
She was skeptical of kindness,
on earth she not there was none.

On the next freezing day,
the girl herself was fortunate.
Because while she was shivering,
he brought out some hot chocolate.

She was shocked at this little act,
of a kind and pure heart.
She thought that it was all lie,
not true at any part.

The young man said he'd watched the girl,
since she first sat down outside.
He said he wanted to relieve her pain,
that she was trying to hide.

He sat down next to her on the bench,
and talked with her for the day.
For the first time in her life,
she thought that she was pretty ok.

(part 1 and 2 are dedicated to Mizu. You were not a fool to believe in the kindness of helping others. I just hoped my poem helped you see that.)

[Mizu no Kokoro]

;_; thank you.... thank you thank you....

[MaskedDrifter]

(I'm glad to be of assistance. I bow to you.)

Emotion (part 8 of the Mask series)

As he walkes upon his path,
the wanderer feels the pain.
The weariness of walking,
eternally on the distant plain.

But while upon this plain,
the wanderer senses someone.
It feels like something familiar,
who could possibly come?

But when he saw the person,
the wanderer's eyes grew.
This was the one he was searching for,
from the farthest past he knew!

In the flames of his first memory,
he saw a figure in the smoke.
A malevolent grinning figure,
who as recalled never spoke.

The wanderer had vowed to find this one,
to find his forgotten past.
Now that he had found the man,
his journey was over long last.

The wanderer asked him what happened,
upon theat fateful day.
The man replied he'd made the flames,
before anyone could even pray.

The wanderer in a blinding rage,
charged at the fearsome man.
But the man stopped him easily,
with the littlest effort he can.

The man sadi to meet him in the forest,
on that solemn, twisted night.
Only there would they settle,
the wanderer's emotional fight.

So the wanderer with his hidden face,
prepared for this final time.
A time when he would finally right,
a horrible despicable crime.

[Icestorm]

in representation to anyone who has been in this hole, ive felt your pain, know it well but also know the light on the other side
(may be lacking in poetry side or grammer but i felt this poem inside of me)


I fall into that hole,
that deep dark hole,
scrambling in the dark
for that tiny spark of hope

To pull me from this hole
this deep dark hole,
my emotions rule the top
it was they who pushed me in

Holding by a thread
this pain in my heart
I feel solance in that pain
that pain in my heart
but i fear that it may just tear me apart

Bloodied and bruised
I sit in the hole
this deep dark hole
remembering the times
that freedom was plenty

I fight myself
my former self
to fight this life
this life of pain
I urge myself to rise again

To try to climb
this deep dark hole
falling and stumbling
fighting for the light at the top
the light of hope
the light of freedom

This life of falling
this life of stumbling
has its ups
and its downs

I pull myself up
nearly reached the top
but my arms are weakening
they feel the pain of former loss

I hit the the top
but my arms give way
an arm grabs me
a familiar arm
this arm of fate

I reach the top
and realise that
life has its holes
but sometimes you just need
that arm of fate
to rescue from that hole
that deep dark hole

[Mizu no Kokoro]

wah... ;_; i'm out of words to describe.... just, wow

[MaskedDrifter]

(Now, for another one)

Instinct

In the world of man and beast,
man proclaims itself the best.
They announce that their intelligence,
will get them through any test.

Man is the most inivative,
and most arrogant on this earth.
They are always eager,
to brag about their worth.

But upon this world we live,
it is not intelligence that rings.
The factor that will always win,
instinct remains our king.

When a cub is in danger,
and its last moments full of woe.
Instinct tells the mother,
to save the baby so.

When encountered with something new,
something different and unknown.
Instinct says it must be destroyed,
for its seeds can be sown.

In the worl of man and beast,
man's intelligence rings.
But the one that really rules,
instinct is king.

[Mizu no Kokoro]

awesome job as always~^^ keep up the great work!

[Icestorm]

thanks Mizu from a great poet to an ametuer it means alot

[MaskedDrifter]

(next one)

Vengeance (part 9 of the Mask series)

The forest teemed with serenity,
on that fateful day.
At least until the two entered,
each for his own way.

The two faced each other,
and each began to advance.
They each drew their weapons,
and took a fighting stance.

The wanderer felt the memory,
and his once forgotten pain.
All he had to do was win,
and he would agin be sane.

The two of them began to fight,
whirling to meet and clash.
Both would whirl and turn,
to catch the other's slash.

They fought for what seemed an eternity,
in that once peaceful wood.
Both fought with eyervything they had,
with as much force as they could.

But then came the final charge,
and a horrible moment in time.
But after that battle was over,
the loser paying for his crime.

But before the man would tell,
the wanderer's precious past.
The man began to cough out blood,
and took the breath that was last.

Seeing this, the wanderer screamed,
in agony and in pain.
He lost the chance to find himself,
the thing that would make him sane.

He sat there in the shadows,
of the once-peaceful wood.
He didn't get up and leave,
he didn't think he could.

The forest teemed with serenity,
on that fateful day.
At least until the two entered,
each for his own way.

(Ladies and Gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed this one. This is one of my favorites. And I tell you, the next Mask poem will be the finale......)

[MaskedDrifter]

Failure

I can't believe it happened,
my god what have I done?
My god I beg forgiveness,
from you father and the son.

How could I get so angry,
how could I get so drunk?
How could my life just fall and dive,
look just how far it sunk.

She was the only one for me,
my angel and my dove.
How could I in an instant,
destroy our peace and love?

God I beg forgiveness,
for this awful evil crime.
How could I let it happen,
at this point in time?

I cannot deal with this,
this evil empty hole.
How can I bear myself,
with an evil empty soul?

For those who it may concern,
I never meant to do it, never.
So I say goodbye world,
for now and forever.

(no man is a failure who has friends)

[Icestorm]

agreed.. nice poems mask loved the vengeance one

[MaskedDrifter]

Beyond

If you went into the forest,
where the battle happened that day.
You'd see a grave with moss on it,
to cover and hide the grave.

This unmarked grave held beside it,
a sword put into the ground.
This sword was put their for honor,
to pruify that sullen mound.

Also beside that grave lays something,
that was worn from place to place.
What lies there is the mask,
the drifter wore upon his face.

I go there from time to time,
to visit that ancient grave.
I wonder what ever happened to him,
the one they called monster or nave.

I don't where he is right now,
or whether he's alive or dead.
But I hope a found a peaceful life,
without worry or dread.

(This is the end of the MASK series. I hope you enjoyed it.)

[Slayer~]

Wow...Your poems are amazing! They have an emotional impact on me that I can't describe...I wish I could write poetry like you.

[MaskedDrifter]

(thanks. read the rest of the Mask series also)

Fear

The most powerful thing in the world,
that will bite and tear and sear.
Is a simple small emotion,
a person's natural fear.

It paralyses any man,
with a seemingly iron will.
It makes them fear law and nature,
makes them afraid to kill.

A country can be brought on its knees,
with fears crippling power.
It makes the mightiest city crumble,
the mightiest warrior cower.

But without the power of fear,
a chaoitc world will rule.
Where man will follow his harshest instincts,
making pain and torment his tool.

Too much fear will kill you,
but you do know what they say.
Just the right amount is all you need,
to balance your life and day.

[Icestorm]

nice job mask my friend

[MaskedDrifter]

(You're welcome)

Thoughts

As I sit inside this chair,
on a cold winter's night.
I wonder what will become of me,
in the future sight.

The days themselves are changing,
every little bit by bit.
I'm not exactly enjoying,
every single second of it.

As the time progresses,
those around will get old.
Ones I've been with since birth,
ones cut from the same mold.

My friends and I will seperate,
to chase our own individual dreams.
Saying goodbye one last time,
is much more difficult than it seems.

And as for me I'll tell you,
what will dear old fate send?
It'll send the gift of age,
that will be with me till the end.

And when I meet the end,
my last thoughts in my sight.
Will be the sum of my life,
" I think I did all right."

[MaskedDrifter]

You

The most beautiful thing a man can see,
the thing that's wondeful and true.
I saw it on that fateful day,
what I saw was you.

Your prescence seemed to bring a light,
to that otherwise darknened hall.
My mouth remained speechless,
I couldn't speak at all.

All I could do as I saw you,
was stare at your lovely face.
A face that makes man take off,
and land in a happy place.

In that mere second day,
my thoughts were all on you.
All about your elegance and beauty,
and your grace and movements too.

I hope you hear what I have to say,
even if only a part.
Happy Valentine's Day to you,
from the bottom of my heart.

[MaskedDrifter]

Human

What defines me you might ask,
what am I in this place?
What am I after I cast off,
all the hundreds of other faces?

I am cruel and yet kind,
filled with both hate and love.
As raging as a bull,
and as peaceful as a dove.

I am the most arrogant being on earth,
and yet filled with humility.
I like to lie and cheat and steal,
but I give things with sincerity.

Filled with jealousy and envy,
and yet filled with happiness and joy.
Filled with sadness and grief,
but with the innocence of a little boy.

What am I you ask,
I'll tell you what I am.
I am a being of irony,
I am what is called man.

[Icestorm]

good job mate keep up the nice work

[MaskedDrifter]

Forgiveness

The awful thing you did to me,
I never will forget.
I'll make the day first met me,
be one that you'll regret.

How could such a beauty,
only run inside skin-deep?
How could you destroy the love,
I forever wanted to keep?

The stuff about love and romance,
is just a load of crap.
The way that you broke my heart,
made me feel just like a sap.

I will never forgive you,
for the way you made me cry.
I'll make your life a living hell,
till you want to rot and die.

(dark but imagine how you would feel if the perdson you loved more than anyone else threw you away like a piece a trash.)

[blazedsouls]

man... keep it up nice job

[MaskedDrifter]

(thanks again)

Eternal Flame

As I see you walking towards me,
I feel warmth deep inside.
A blessed flame that's burning,
with the passion that I hide.

The roaring flame inside me,
makes my heart keep warm and grow.
Whether this is love or not,
I really do not know.

When my eyes gaze upon you,
it becomes a heavenly blur.
When I try to talk to you,
it becomes an awful slur.

The flame inside my heart,
that I keep hidden deep from you.
The passion inside that eternal flame,
is hidden from you too.

The day I share my feelings,
are both very far and near.
The feelings of rejection,
is the thing that I most fear.

[Byakuya7]

You're very good at writing poems, keep writing.

[MaskedDrifter]

(thanks again)

Wasteland

Stuck upon forgottten lands

Not knowing where to go

Sun always burning

No one ever coming

Pain is overwhelming

Can barely think or move

Friends are far behind

Life is far ahead

Death is looming over me

Despair beginning to set in

Memories are flashing

Regrets are forming

Torture comes upon my eyes

Water far in the distance

Is it real or is not?

Will I reach it ever?

Will I see them ever again

Or will die face to the sky?

Vultures circling

Hope fading.....

The wasteland that I wander on

is starving for peace and trust

Will we give it?

Will we get it?

(can you guess what the wasteland is?)

[MaskedDrifter]

Remorse

What have I done?
Am I out of my mind?
What have I done?
Why was I so blind?

I sit here in my sorrow,
with despair and regret.
I lost their respect,
which I was longing to get.

I see her their before me,
with disappointment on her face.
I couldn’t make it on that time,
couldn’t make it to that place.

Having committed the ultimate crime,
of letting someone down.
I know I cannot face them,
with my awful tearful frown.

I can hope that someday future holds,
forgiveness for my crime.
Will I ear n respect back,
Or lose it for all time?

What have I done?
Am I out of my mind?
What have I done?
Why was I so blind?

(well.......it may sound l;ike a previous one (Failure) of mine, bhut i have just gone through something like this so here is my feelings.)

[MaskedDrifter]

Sun

As he looked upon the land,
he thought of what he'd done.
The places he had been,
the man he had become.

He thought of what he had once been,
a man with a mixed-up heart.
A ma who tried to be good,
but always had an evil part.

With unquenchable ambition,
and an insurpassable greed.
he thought he would help others,
but instead followed his own creed.

He thought that when he would die,
he would end up in hell.
But then he met with her,
and then all seemed well.

She taught him love and happiness,
and an understanding for life.
His bond were grew stronger,
and than she became his wife.

So he stands upon the land,
looking out at the sun.
A part of his life had ended,
and a new one had begun.

(Seeing that Beecrest is writing poetry and rasing the bar, I guess I'll have to as well. Beecrest, please read this. I want your critique)

[BeeCrest]

in representation to anyone who has been in this hole, ive felt your pain, know it well but also know the light on the other side
(may be lacking in poetry side or grammer but i felt this poem inside of me)


I fall into that hole,
that deep dark hole,
scrambling in the dark
for that tiny spark of hope

To pull me from this hole
this deep dark hole,
my emotions rule the top
it was they who pushed me in

Holding by a thread
this pain in my heart
I feel solance in that pain
that pain in my heart
but i fear that it may just tear me apart

Bloodied and bruised
I sit in the hole
this deep dark hole
remembering the times
that freedom was plenty

I fight myself
my former self
to fight this life
this life of pain
I urge myself to rise again

To try to climb
this deep dark hole
falling and stumbling
fighting for the light at the top
the light of hope
the light of freedom

This life of falling
this life of stumbling
has its ups
and its downs

I pull myself up
nearly reached the top
but my arms are weakening
they feel the pain of former loss

I hit the the top
but my arms give way
an arm grabs me
a familiar arm
this arm of fate

I reach the top
and realise that
life has its holes
but sometimes you just need
that arm of fate
to rescue from that hole
that deep dark hole

Yeah, I've been there. I just got out of that hole a few months ago as well. And I wasn't alone in that hole, there were people in there who kept me down in that like binding chains.

Anyways, @MaskedDrifter: I'm awed, and a little envious :winking56. And as someone who is trying out poetry, I'll be honest and say I look up to you :)

[BeeCrest]

Sun
As he looked upon the land,
he thought of what he'd done.
The places he had been,
the man he had become.
He thought of what he had once been,
a man with a mixed-up heart.
A ma who tried to be good,
but always had an evil part.
With unquenchable ambition,
and an insurpassable greed.
he thought he would help others,
but instead followed his own creed.
He thought that when he would die,
he would end up in hell.
But then he met with her,
and then all seemed well.
She taught him love and happiness,
and an understanding for life.
His bond were grew stronger,
and than she became his wife.
So he stands upon the land,
looking out at the sun.
A part of his life had ended,
and a new one had begun.
(Seeing that Beecrest is writing poetry and rasing the bar, I guess I'll have to as well. Beecrest, please read this. I want your critique)

I'm raising the bar? Well, that's a huge surprise to me.
I really like it, it reminds me of the poem I posted. The only part that is a bit iffy to me is this line: His bond were grew stronger, . I don't understand how were fits in that line, but you are older than me and probably have much better grammer. (At my old school, my class was known by the English teacher for not doing well in grammer. I really don't know where we were in 6th grade XD)

[MaskedDrifter]

(Hey thanks. I appreciate that. And I'm glad you are doing poetry. It is a wonderful thing. In honor of that...let me write another.)

Poetry

I see the lovers in the night,
in an affectionate embrace.
I see the dancer on the stage,
moving with ultimate grace.

I see the warrior on the lands,
with the mask upon his face.
I see him drifting upon the sands,
as he goes from place to place.

I see the nature all around me,
untouched by mortal man.
I see the determined child,
doing the best that he can.

I see the skys and the clouds,
as I fly like a dove.
I see this all in poetry,
the thing that I so love.

(Dedicated to Beecrest. Keep at it! :winking56 )

[BeeCrest]

Thank you, it's beautiful!
You write poetry insanely fast, how long have you been writing?

[MaskedDrifter]

(I have been writing since I was little. But I started writing seriously back in 6th grade. I plan to eventually collect them all into a book and publish that book of poetry. Now it is time for another.)

City

The voices up upon the air,
the lights all blinking everywhere.
As far as the eye can see,
lies the unforgettable city.

The buildings towering in the sky,
people with ambitions high.
As far as the eye can see,
lies the unforgettable city.

The cars speeding through the street,
with drivers with people they need to meet.
As far as the eye can see,
lies the unforgettable city.

With beauty that is amazing,
and a view that is dazzling.
As fas as the eye can see,
lies the unforgettable city.

In the city built for thee,
with joys for you and me.
As far as the ye can see,
lies the unforgettable city.

[BeeCrest]

I like it, especially b/c it expresses the beauty of the city so well. Your poems flow so well as well, it's...amazing.

[MaskedDrifter]

(well thank you. It's great to be....amazing. Time for another.)

Protection

There are laws that bind this world,
from the city to the wild.
But none of them is as strong,
as care between mother and child.

In all of the may animals,
that populate the earth.
There is not one where the mother,
gives the child little worth.

Risking everything she has,
from her energy to her life.
She hopes to give her a child,
a life to live without trife.

Through the urge for survivalm
and just a hint of affection.
The mother offers her own life,
for the child's protection.

As a wise man here once said,
about the earth and wild.
"The only that matters in life,
is how you affected a child."

[BeeCrest]

This poem makes me think about how mothers have given everything they had for their child (like in Air) It's nice.
Well, I REALLY need to do homework T.T c-ya

[MaskedDrifter]

(thanks again. time for another.)

Choice

It's hard to pick just one,
when both would make my day.
I don't know who to choose,
I don't know what to say.

They both can make me happy,
and filled with love and peace.
I don't want to make the wrong choice,
and cause happiness to cease.

Lord, I beg to you,
please help me make it so.
I don't want my happiness,
to leave and turn to woe.

In my seat of darkness,
I don't know what to do.
Help me make the choice,
that is right and free and true.

It's hard to pick just one,
when both would make my day.
I don't know who to choose,
I don't know what to say.

[Byakuya7]

very nicely done, you have a lot of variety in your poems, I like that.

[MaskedDrifter]

(thanks again. I love variety. now for another. btw, this is my 41st one posted on this site.)

Split

The times that seemed so happy,
when the two of us were together.
I guess it all was just a dream,
of something or another.

The world that I thought I had known,
as vanished from my sight.
The place I see before me now,
seemed to lack all that is right?

The love that I once had for you,
has all but gone away.
What happened to the thing we had,
when I proposed on that day?

The little ones hear us in the night,
as we scream and yell at each other.
Then the fighting simply stops,
and we cease to speak to one another.

I can see it happening,
as fate reveals it to my heart.
We are drifting away,
drifting ever further apart.

How could I be so blind,
with ever-maddening love?
What happened to the happiness,
the peacefulness of a dove?

The times that seemed so happy,
when the two of us were together.
I guess it all was just a dream,
of something or another.

[MaskedDrifter]

Simple

If you look upon me,
you might me think me very poor.
You'd think that I would sob all day,
ever wishing for something more.

It is true I have very little,
except the clothes upon my back.
The only other thing I have,
is a few possessions in a sack.

But what I do have is much bigger,
and deeper than you would know.
I have something that keeps from pain,
from sadness and from woe.

I have happiness with the things I have,
and friends there to the end.
I live a arefree happy life,
and that I recommend.

I am a very simple man,
and that is all I'll ever be.
But as long I have my friends and heart,
it is all I'll ever need.

[BeeCrest]

Remember how you said you wanted to publishh a book? I had an idea: You could title your book "Masked Drifter" so I'll know to buy a copy and support you!
And another (I'll admit weird) thought that I'll post: We're (MaskedDrifter) like the Yoruichi and Urahara team of poetry! Yeah, that sounds a bit stupid to me, *shrugs*

[Icestorm]

yeah dude, id buy your book! would be soo cool, except you might have to publish it in australia, for me to be able to buy it :S

[MaskedDrifter]

(hey, it doesn't sound stupid to me. That sounds great. besides, I like being compare to urahara. He's great. Time for another.)

Dance

The flashing lights and beams,
the pumping sounds and screams.
My heart tells me to advance,
into the sacred dance.

Walking onto the dance floor,
always hoping for more.
My heart tells me to advance,
into the sacred dance.

Looking into their eyes,
hearing their cheers and cries.
My heart tells me to advance,
into the sacred dance.

Moving my dancing feet,
to the faster, faster beat.
My heart tells me to advance,
into the sacred dance.

The music of my soul,
always leaves me whole.
My heart tells me to advance,
into the sacred dance.

[MaskedDrifter]

War

There are many reasons that a man,
will take up his father's sword.
Maybe for land or for peace,
or because of someone else's word.

But when the reason is the fight,
between one man and another.
It ceased to be justified,
it remains only slaughter.

Thousands on the battlefield,
with armor shining bright.
Charge in battle for what they think,
is really truly right.

Many die for nothing,
on that bloody of hell.
The death tolls on that battlefield,
no one could ever tell.

I see the men out on that field,
with pity and regret.
They have recieved the worst fate,
that any man could get.

(I read Icestorm's latest poem and it's good. So I decided to write one on the same subject)

[Icestorm]

thanks, yours was nice aswell, comes with the same subject :P

[Icestorm]

please forgive for double posting

Deaths Reign

Silently the figure
Over looked the carnage
Of yet another battle
Yet another fight

These noble souls fighting a fight
that comes with the postion
of being a knight

They fight for what avail?
For feeding the ravens
Was never considered a cause.

Deaths door step comes closer

They fear to look into the opponents eyes
For what will they see?
The fear
The despair
The pain
That is mirrored in there own.

Deaths door step comes closer

What cause do they die for?
But one decided
by bickering nobles
ontop of blood stained thrones.

Deaths door step comes closer

The puppets war
will never end
aslong as those with power
will fight for pretend.

Deaths Door step is closer

The figure turns silently away
he grieves for the dead
that lost there lives that day
But he cannot take them
his door step is full.

For those that are lost
Will always be found
They will never rest
on that blood stained ground.

[konakona]

w0000t, nice ice

^ lol rhyme

Youre rly good at writing about battles and stuff like that, i luff it

[MaskedDrifter]

Intensity

The lovers of a fated land,
whose marraige was forbidden.
Ran away to make their love,
a secret to be hidden.

They were to meet upon a hill
when the moon herself was shining.
The young girl arrived first,
but at the worst possible timing.

A monstrous wolf appeared,
out of the shadowy dark.
The young girl ran and left a veil,
at the terrifying bark.

The young man with ambitions high,
saw his future fall with a crash.
He saw the veil and mosnter,
and did something very rash.

He took his sword to join,
his supoosedly dead lover.
He killed himself with one fell stroke,
at the cost of the other.

She came once more a second later,
after the the wolf was gone.
But what she saw made all the god,
turn into something horribly wrong.

She leaped to him and held his hand,
crying out his name.
How could this ever happen?
How would she ever be the same?

In that place stands a statue,
where the lovers themselves met.
It shows the women crying over him,
with sadness and regret.

[Byakuya7]

As usual MaskedDrifter, you never disappoint. Very nice poem, this is nearly identical to Romeo and Juliets fate, but that was probably what you were going for.

[Random Havoc]

Love it actually, the first, second and last stanza perfectly rolls off the tongue in terms of rhyming and the rhythm is constant.

[MaskedDrifter]

Wish

Every human has a wish,
that is their heart’s desire.
They’ll do anything to get it,
do anything it requires.

I once knew a mortal man,
who wanted eternal youth and power.
He wanted the respect of everyone,
and to make others fear and cower.

The double-edged sword of fate,
gave him what begged for.
But fate also gave him something else,
that gave him pain and torture.

He got the eternal youth and strength,
and the respect of all mortal men.
But the friends and family from his life,
he’d never see again.

His humanity now gone forever,
and his friends all dead and gone.
He lived years out in eternal sadness,
over what he had done wrong.

I see him now with crying face,
full of anger and regret.
Is humanity what you would pay for,
to achieve the wish you wanted to get?

Every human has a wish,
that is their heart’s desire.
They’ll do anything to get it,
do anything it requires.

[konakona]

Whoh, Very Cool...

Its like... a uber story... and a uber poem at the same time

*is impressed*

[MaskedDrifter]

Idol

A statue to stand above all men,
and in the hearts of those on earth.
One whose heart is bold and true,
and who holds immense self-worth.

One who saves us in times of peril,
and fights for what is right.
One who makes sure to protect,
all of those within his sight.

Everyone needs to look up to,
a certain person or thing.
A person whose sense of justice,
will forever ever ring.

But in this world there are few,
that are false wicked and cruel.
Their only goal in life is power,
and to use and torment you.

Beware the ones who take your trust,
for ambition, power, and might.
You must believe in what is true,
and believe in what is right.

So you live your mortal life,
for peace and joy and good.
Would your idol live like this,
i really believe he would.

A statue to stand above all men,
and in the hearts of those on earth.
One whose heart is bold and true,
and who holds immense self-worth.

[MaskedDrifter]

Heart of Ice

What can make you freeze inside,
and kill all warmth forever?
What will give eternal pain,
and make sure peace is never?

A man whose heart is black as stone,
and cold as winter's frost.
A man who knows no happiness,
and looks forever ever lost.

What could turn a simple man,
the happiest man alive.
Into a frozen monster,
with a frozen heart inside?

Could it be a tragedy,
that he suffered at sometime?
Could it be because of other's
awful dirty crimes?

Could it be the loss of one,
who he had given his love?
Could it be that the hawk,
killed the ever-loving dove?

What can make you freeze inside,
and kill all warmth forever?
What will give eternal pain,
and make sure peace is never?

(this is dedicated to Mr. freeze, a fictional character with an amzing story)

[BeeCrest]

Heart of Ice
What can make you freeze inside,
and kill all warmth forever?
What will give eternal pain,
and make sure peace is never?
A man whose heart is black as stone,
and cold as winter's frost.
A man who knows no happiness,
and looks forever ever lost.
What could turn a simple man,
the happiest man alive.
Into a frozen monster,
with a frozen heart inside?
Could it be a tragedy,
that he suffered at sometime?
Could it be because of other's
awful dirty crimes?
Could it be the loss of one,
who he had given his love?
Could it be that the hawk,
killed the ever-loving dove?
What can make you freeze inside,
and kill all warmth forever?
What will give eternal pain,
and make sure peace is never?
(this is dedicated to Mr. freeze, a fictional character with an amzing story)

I really like it. It's given me a new idea for another poem. I can write tomorrow too when I'm at work.

[.Samurai]

aw i love mr.freeze, thank you so much masked for sharing

[MaskedDrifter]

(well thanks. here's another!)

Innocence

We see it as we walk down the street,
each and every day.
The children with their happy smiles,
running out to play.

They ask you questions about life,
and all the creatures that they see.
With the wonders of their world,
they are as happy as can be.

And yet the children are naive,
of what comes on the road ahead.
Sadness, pain, and age,
that fill the rest of us with dread.

But they do not know of such things,
and contnue to live in joy.
It makes me wish for innocence,
like I had as a young boy.

We see it as we walk down the street,
each and every day.
The children with their happy smiles,
running out to play.

[BeeCrest]

(well thanks. here's another!)
Innocence
We see it as we walk down the street,
each and every day.
The children with their happy smiles,
running out to play.
They ask you questions about life,
and all the creatures that they see.
With the wonders of their world,
they are as happy as can be.
And yet the children are naive,
of what comes on the road ahead.
Sadness, pain, and age,
that fill the rest of us with dread.
But they do not know of such things,
and contnue to live in joy.
It makes me wish for innocence,
like I had as a young boy.
We see it as we walk down the street,
each and every day.
The children with their happy smiles,
running out to play.

makes me think ---> Kawaii ^^
Oh yeah, your Mr. Freeze poem inspired me to write the one I titled Blind Fury (yours is ice, and mine is fire :p)

[MaskedDrifter]

(WOW. It's great to be inspiring. I'll write another)

Guilt

The ghost of the past,
that haunts a present man.
You'll do anything,
to forget it if you can.

But without this ghost,
you can't hope to stay true.
You can't remember the lessons,
of things you've been through.

You need to stay in the future,
need to stay on top.
Make sure your life,
don't become one big flop.

So forget the ghost,
and go on straight through.
Or you'll never get ahead,
and never stay true.

[BeeCrest]

(WOW. It's great to be inspiring. I'll write another)
Guilt
The ghost of the past,
that haunts a present man.
You'll do anything,
to forget it if you can.
But without this ghost,
you can't hope to stay true.
You can't remember the lessons,
of things you've been through.
You need to stay in the future,
need to stay on top.
Make sure your life,
don't become one big flop.
So forget the ghost,
and go on straight through.
Or you'll never get ahead,
and never stay true.
oy, that brings up memories. It was really good though, as usual ^^

Would it sound better if you ca=hnaged the don't to doesn't in the line don't become one big flop?

[MaskedDrifter]

(nah it's fine..anyway, next one)

Future

A time will come in the future,
when the forces of machine and man.
Will work together for the future,
if they possibly can.

Everyone will be connected,
in body and in mind.
You better not blink a second,
or you'll be left behind.

Cities that rise to the heavens,
people flying through the air.
Mechanization and globalization,
occuring everywhere.

But is this the true vision,
of what the future will be?
Is the ultimate reality,
that we will come to see?

Whatever the future will hold,
I will make sure I'm prepared.
Don't worry I'll be there with you,
so you don't have to be scared.

(hmmm......the last two lines......what should I do with them......anyway, enjoy!)

[Byakuya7]

Very nice work masked drifter, it really made me think what the future will be like. For the last two lines you should probably elaborate on it a little more before you go into the transition of "ill be there with you."

[MaskedDrifter]

(thanks man. I'll write another now)

Pride

As I wirte my eternal words,
that express my heart and soul.
I get a feeling of joy,
that makes me proud and whole.

But then there are some,
who are jealous of what I do.
They laugh at me with ridicule,
and I feel awful too.

But then I think of what my words,
have always meant to me.
It meant that I could break the chains,
and live and speak freely.

I think of what my words have done,
to inspire those on earth.
Those who poetry down,
don't know its hidden worth.

So now when I get ridiculed,
I just say step aside.
I now with my head hel high,
and a face beaming with pride.

[Gozeta0075]

great...poems you got there! I'd like to get better at writing poems myself. Beecrest said you could probably help. Unless, you think i'm just a useless cause. lol I wrote the poem on Beecrest's thread. Let me know what you think!

[MaskedDrifter]

(all right, let me tell you what I think. I thought it was a very good poem man. I enjoyed it. You're also the only dude I have seen (besides myself) who actually uses conventional rhyming anymore. I'm a big fan of that. Now for another.)

Wow

When I see you what I feel,
is a charge of electricity.
Seeing look my way and smile,
feels me with happiness and glee.

When I see you what I feel,
is Cupid's arrow shot.
I continually ask myself,
she loves me or loves me not?

When I see you what I feel,
is an eternal heavenly blur.
I cannot even talk to you,
without speaking in an awful slur.

When I see you what I feel,
is my heart flying on wings.
The gates of heaven open up,
the angel Gabriel sings.

When I see you what I feel,
is what I feel right now.
When I see you what I feel,
is most simply wow.

[Gozeta0075]

hahahaaha! nice! Not bad! There are few people who can write like that! Cool!
I'll come up with something else soon!

[MaskedDrifter]

(thanks man, time for another.)

Standing In The Wind

A shadowy figure stands alone,
against the gentle wind.
He looks on the land with regret,
of things that could have been.

He watches it fly through the air,
carried by the gentle breeze.
He watches it soar and get caught,
among a group of trees.

The lonely note among the trees,
with hopes displayed upon it.
Took the dreams of love he had,
and popped it like a zit.

He watches the note and thinks of why,
it had to happen that way.
Why'd she crush his love,
why didn't she choose to stay?

A shadowy figure stands alone,
against the gentle wind.
He looks on the land with regret,
of things that could have been.

[MaskedDrifter]

Shades of Gray

In the city of the night,
there is drawn a sacred line.
A line between good and evil,
between the horrid and divine.

But then the line before you,
blends and suddenly its gone.
The shades of gray take over,
mixing eternal right and wrong.

Justice blends with vengeance,
and darkness merges with light.
You don't where to turn to,
whether or not to run or fight.

What do people do then,
when the line blurs into gray?
Are they doing what's right,
or going the evil way?

When the fine line of nature,
blends into shades of gray.
Try to focus deep inside,
and see the where your path will lay.

[Dragar]

Hey, can I right some poetry here too?

[Byakuya7]

Great poem Masked Drifter as usual. Yes Dragar you can post your own poems here.

[Dragar]

Thanks, here is one.

Torn in Between

Torn in between this place
of eternal Light & Darkness,
I can't die and yet I can't live,
Torn in between the heart beat
of Life & Death, I can't escape,
this unknown hell the darkest and
most horrifying of places, this place
of the tormented and the damned,
but also a place of great tranquility,
a heaven, a paradise for all.

This place torn in between two colliding worlds of
Heaven & Hell, the gates open and reveal
the perfect universe, it's secrets told.


What'd you think?

[SLVR]

Thats a str8 poem sir. I feel like I can relate.

[Dragar]

Witch one mine or MaskedDrifter, SLVR?


When are you guys going to rate mine!?

[MaskedDrifter]

(thanks Byakuya7 and nice poem dragar)

Justice

The blood of many on my hands,
who are permenantly slain.
My soul no longer cleansed and pure,
but dark with a gruesome stain.

And all for what I ask myself,
did I do these crimes since?
For justice and equailty,
or my selfish needs and vengeance?

I see their faces now before me,
fear frozen on their faces.
Screaming as I get closer,
their blood and heart races.

He took my love away from me,
so I took control and then.
I killed the one who did the crime,
inside his own very den.

As I look out from my cell,
I think of what's happened since?
What was I doing on that day,
Equal justice or vengeance?

(dedicated to Vampyrelord who gave me this idea. Good debate man.)

[M_Ghey]

This is my humble attempt at portry. (don't laugh please)

The Vision of Nature

I see a leaf trapped by the wind
As it flies among its’ brothers.
I see a life move in the trees
Small, and like no other.

I sense a presence that’s unseen
Welcoming and quiet.
I see a sky, blue like a sea
But I lack the words to describe it.

I have to return to my world now, colorless and sad,
Thinking quietly about the things
I had to leave unsaid.

[MaskedDrifter]

(that was a good one dude. now this is one on a differnet subject. It is not all by me. Beecrest and myself collabrated on it and wrote it together. It is Part 1 of a series that we hope everyone will enjoy.)

Protector

Two babies in a cradle,
that's how we used to be.
But a normal average life,
just wasn't meant for you and me.

Raised for blood and carnage,
we lived to fight and die.
We killed and showed no mercy,
we never wept or cried.

We never had the warmth or love,
that came from our forgotten mother.
Through all the violence and bloodshed,
we only had each other.

You were always there to help me,
in anger or in sadness.
We always sticked together,
through every battle and mess.

Throughout every battle,
no matter how strange or rough.
We alwasy stuck together,
we always stayed tough.

As we sit inside our camp,
I think of all our time together.
I pray the two of us never part,
never leave from one another.

(We hoped you enjoyed it.)

[BeeCrest]

(all right, let me tell you what I think. I thought it was a very good poem man. I enjoyed it. You're also the only dude I have seen (besides myself) who actually uses conventional rhyming anymore. I'm a big fan of that. Now for another.)


I use rhyming, I've just been too lazy to make my last few poems rhyme XD
I know, I'm bad. And I've racked up like 30+ pms in these past two days Masked :)

[konberry]

Is it okay if I post one too?? I read all of your poems and became so inspired, I spurred one up in five minutes >.< lol enjoy


This Bee

This bee was just flying by
it startled me and made me cry
while sitting gloomy there and by
the tree where we first met.

I struggled to regain control
the bee hovered to patrol
watchful that I left the last white roll
of soothing poison in the grass.

Slowly I tilt back my head
loud bees buzzed in its stead
no twittering of birds, filled me with dread
that I couldn't hear the trees whisper.

Fuzzy splogs clouded my mind
mostly of you, you were so kind
but then one day you left me behind
and closed the door in my face.

The heavy heart continued to cope
as tears formed rainbows, there was hope
to see you returning down that slope
by the tree where we first met.

:p:

[BeeCrest]

Is it okay if I post one too?? I read all of your poems and became so inspired, I spurred one up in five minutes >.< lol enjoy
This Bee
This bee was just flying by
it startled me and made me cry
while sitting gloomy there and by
the tree where we first met.
I struggled to regain control
the bee hovered to patrol
watchful that I left the last white roll
of soothing poison in the grass.
Slowly I tilt back my head
loud bees buzzed in its stead
no twittering of birds, filled me with dread
that I couldn't hear the trees whisper.
Fuzzy splogs clouded my mind
mostly of you, you were so kind
but then one day you left me behind
and closed the door in my face.
The heavy heart continued to cope
as tears formed rainbows, there was hope
to see you returning down that slope
by the tree where we first met.
:p:

ROFL, do you find me annoying? :LOL:

[konberry]

ROFL, do you find me annoying? :LOL:
WHAT??? Why would I find you annoying??hahahahahaha
don't worry, it had nothing to do with you (unless you want to be that"bee" :face82: )lmaoo I knew something like this might come up
I thought of using a fly, but it doesn't sound good enough... so I used a bee~ :) ummm if it makes you feel better, think of it as a dedication to you for inspiring me with all your poems!!! :biggrinlo

[BeeCrest]

WHAT??? Why would I find you annoying??hahahahahaha
don't worry, it had nothing to do with you (unless you want to be that"bee" :face82: )lmaoo I knew something like this might come up
I thought of using a fly, but it doesn't sound good enough... so I used a bee~ :) ummm if it makes you feel better, think of it as a dedication to you for inspiring me with all your poems!!! :biggrinlo

lol, thanx. It's just that people call me Bee, and the title is this Bee, so yeah. Good poem.

[saycheese]

nice one berry 8+/10 in my books for sure

[konberry]

wow beecrest I never knew there was two threads on poetry! ^^ lol no wonder I couldn't find my poem in the other thread +__+ lol

@saycheese: thanks!!^^

[Megan]

Repeated Crimes

The lined shirt,
Covering long arms
Flowing outward.
Red hands,
Going fast forward,
While cupping the hurt.
Further staining,
The lined shirt.


short.. but deal with it ;)

[MaskedDrifter]

Will I.....

I can see you know with happy eyes,
I'll remember them till the day I die.
Now I grieve cause you are gone,
things were good when we were one.

As I sit here with eternal woe,
I ask you Lord why was it so?
I ask, I plead, I beg, I pray,
why did she have to die that day.

My heart is gone and it won't come back,
the happiness is what I lack.
Now I grieve cause you are gone,
things were good when we were one.

I see your grave where roses lie,
as I look at them I only sigh.
My memory haunts me like a ghost,
of the person that I loved the most.

Hear me Lord as I stand this day,
hear me Lord as you see me pray.
Will the wound I carry ever heal,
the inner torment that I feel?

I can see you know with happy eyes,
I'll remember them till the day I die.
Now I grieve cause you are gone,
things were good when we were one.

[MaskedDrifter]

Separation (Part Two of Ying/Yang series by Beecrest and MaskedDrifter)

I'll never forget the day,

our world came crashing down.

I felt the need to stay,

Yet followed your command to run.



"Get out of here" was all you said,

In the fury of blazing swords.

My body felt numb with dread,

Would I ever see you again?



Perhaps it was Zeus's will,

To split our path in two.

These passing days remind me,

Of how close I was to you.



So now I wander endlessly,

Hoping fate will bring us together.

It's a quest for my desire,

For us to find each other.


(This poem is not mine. This is Beecrest. This is the next one in our series and we hope you all enjoy it.)

[Daeruke]

very touching, even though i dont like poems this one touched me. 8/10

[Icestorm]

Another 10min poem.. i think ill post in both of the threads seeing some people only read one

Tear streaked heart

The snow flows
through her hair
but what is that look
that look of despair

For her it seems
the tears never dry
lost in the familiar cold
of that deep dark ice

You wear that mask
that mask of ice
I know your acting
playing at nice

For i can see
right through to your core
Your heart is eroding
from that hole he tore

Ive come from a place
I know of that darkness
Your pain
Ive felt it
That stench of despair
Ive smelt it

It becomes clear to me
that this hole
Only i can mend
for it is my heart
to you that I lend

I must give you my strength
I must give you my hand
for in this pain
Only i can understand

[MaskedDrifter]

Doubt

I stand here on this broken earth,
A tear runs down my face.
I ask myself this question,
Why am I in this place?

What purpose did God have for me?
What grand task in mind?
What destiny did he bestow,
That I must now find?

If fate appeared and then declared,
My time on earth was done.
Would anyone care about my death
Anybody? Anyone?

Would anyone taste the awful despair,
Of my passing away?
Would their hearts be broken,
Upon that fateful day?

I do not know these answers,
But I will eternally ask.
God why did you put me here?
For what job? For what task?

(I felt this today as I got up this morning. Would any of you guys miss me? Would any of you guys care if I left? I know this poem is depressing but it is what I have on my mind right now…..)

[Icestorm]

Dude i for one would care and miss you if you left... you've inspired me in my work, and have been a good friend altogether im sure others would say the same

[beware_the_strawberry18]

oooh! I have one!

Okay, here goes:
A phone call was all it took
just seven digits,
just fifteen minutes,
and twenty words,
summing up six years--oh, sorry,
five years and three-hundred sixty-four days
and you still had half your lunch break left.

I still can't believe a love so great it had no words
could be summed up in numbers, of all things.


(secret: math is my least favorite subject)

[Icestorm]

haha you and me both strawberry.. its to linear for my liking.. well i wrote a poem at school yesterday.. but i forgot to bring it home.. so i shall bring it home and post it today

[beware_the_strawberry18]

lol thanx! I wrote it my poetry class at Mt Sac yesterday!
Yours are yummy! (for me, yummy=awesome)

[BeeCrest]

Doubt
I stand here on this broken earth,
A tear runs down my face.
I ask myself this question,
Why am I in this place?
What purpose did God have for me?
What grand task in mind?
What destiny did he bestow,
That I must now find?
If fate appeared and then declared,
My time on earth was done.
Would anyone care about my death
Anybody? Anyone?
Would anyone taste the awful despair,
Of my passing away?
Would their hearts be broken,
Upon that fateful day?
I do not know these answers,
But I will eternally ask.
God why did you put me here?
For what job? For what task?
(I felt this today as I got up this morning. Would any of you guys miss me? Would any of you guys care if I left? I know this poem is depressing but it is what I have on my mind right now…..)
Uh, hell yeah :(
If you left.....I'd feel really hurt.
I might as well post a poem, I wrote this a few weeks ago:

Sight
The time our eyes met,
I was sure you had my heart.
The rush of emotions was so strong,
I knew our story was about to start.

It took alot of courage,
to just speak to you.
Nervousness cramped my body,
I didn't know what to do.

The warmth of your smile,
The softness in your expression,
Calmed my tense atmosphere,
Making my heart's beat quicken.

I could see it in your eyes,
The brightness of love's flame.
There was no denying it,
Our feeling had to be the same.

Dedicated to Masked

[konakona]

Ooooo, nice one Bee

:p:

@Masked: Of course, man. The poerty thread wouldnt be the same.

And, that poem was rly cool

[MaskedDrifter]

Return (Bonus Mask Episode 11)

In the forest land of trees,
Devoid of death and men.
The wanderer drifts among those lands,
Returning once again.

He returns with sword in hand,
And mask upon his face.
He returns to where it happened,
Where all his struggles took place.

Where good and evil had once clashed,
Where one had finally fell.
Where one had cried in agony,
Where one had not been well.

The wanderer traveled to the grave,
And looked upon it with his eye.
Here an enemy was struck down,
Here a part of him had died.

He remembered what had happened then,
But thought of other things instead.
He thought of the future he now had,’
The path that lay ahead.

So the wanderer took his sword,
And left it at this place.
And as he did he tore it off,
The mask upon his face.

He left that place behind for good,
And left his past as well.
What lay ahead upon his road,
Only god could tell.

(Sorry to have been gone for so long guys. I wrote this one for myself returning and I just had the urge to do one more Mask one so here it is. Enjoy. Oh btw, dedicated to Beecrest, Icestorm, and Byakuya7. Thanks guys!)

[Icestorm]

haha another great poem in the mask series that we've come to expect from drifter, thanks for the dedication man

[Icestorm]

sorry for the double post, ill post this in both threads, hope ya like


Dying Heart, Forgotten Kingdom

This shattered king
Sitting upon his broken throne
Sitting in a kingdom
That he swears is not his own

His sword rests beside him
and there it shall remain
For this kings future
is now filled with pain.

What happened to this mighy king
what happened to his throne
where once was filled with laughter
But now hes all alone

The battles that he fought
the hardships and the pain
this kingdoms might
will never be the same

This king sitting upon his throne
a last tear trickles down his cheek
for what drove his kingdom to this state
He shall never speak

He falls from his shattered throne
a memory in the rain
But what shall remain of him
One last heart filled with pain

[MaskedDrifter]

Enigma

A man of the shadows,
who dreams of the light.
Apparently evil,
but believing in right.

A man who is cold,
and yet has a heart.
Among the many hidden,
and yet plays his part.

A man who is humble,
and yet boasts great pride.
But what is his goal?
What is his side?

A lone wolf of darkness,
yet always has friends.
He'll never stop fighting,
until his life ends.

A man of two faces,
who is wild and free.
Who looks into the future,
and will find his story.

(It's not that good to me compared to some of my others but oh well. Dedicated to Beecrest, Icestorm, and Aoshi Shinomori considering that is who it is about.....)

[Icestorm]

thanks my friend, Your poems are always good

[MaskedDrifter]

(your welcome. well, time for another one.)

Mists

I see the darkness of the night,
and I behold the moon.
My body cannot leave this place,
right now it is too soon.

The grief that I have felt just now,
has slain my frozen heart.
I cannot be the lonely one.
We cannot be apart.

But no matter how I plead,
or how much I pray.
Fate it seems will have the win,
fate will have her way.

Hidden there among the mists,
I saw you lying dead.
With frozen eyes that would not see,
with words that remain unsaid.

I sit here on my frozen seat,
full of regret and grief.
Why did our time together,
have to be so brief.

[BeeCrest]

Enigma
A man of the shadows,
who dreams of the light.
Apparently evil,
but believing in right.
A man who is cold,
and yet has a heart.
Among the many hidden,
and yet plays his part.
A man who is humble,
and yet boasts great pride.
But what is his goal?
What is his side?
A lone wolf of darkness,
yet always has friends.
He'll never stop fighting,
until his life ends.
A man of two faces,
who is wild and free.
Who looks into the future,
and will find his story.
(It's not that good to me compared to some of my others but oh well. Dedicated to Beecrest, Icestorm, and Aoshi Shinomori considering that is who it is about.....)

Personally, I love it and it's one of my favorites <3
I'll have more poems next week, during Spring Break!

[Icestorm]

oh and mask when u said thats who its about.. did u mean all of us or just the last guy?

[BeeCrest]

I could relate to part of the poem....

[MaskedDrifter]

(Well, I did mean for it to be Aoshi. But you see, the poem can kinda relate to us all........)

Desperation

With darkness falling on his soul,
and emptiness in his heart.
He's about to play his role,
the most horrific part.

Life the dealer of the deck,
dealt him an awful hand.
Everything he had was lost,
everything on the land.

Fate it seems abandoned him,
lady luck destroyed his destiny.
But that is not the frightening end,
of this horrific tragedy.

With survival on his mind,
and desperation in his heart.
He picked up the weapon then,
to play his awful part.

With darkness falling on his soul,
and emptiness in his heart.
He's about to play his role,
the most horrific part.

(tell me what you think guys. Halesy, beecrest, icestorm, I want you all to tell em what you think.)

[Icestorm]

A man who is cold,
and yet has a heart.
Among the many hidden,
and yet plays his part.

i thought this part was kinda true to myself my name and all heh.. now about your poem.. its great except for one verse..

Fate it seems abandoned him,
lady luck destroyed his destiny.
But that is not the frightening end,
of this horrific tragedy.

the flow was sort of interupted and its pretty hard to rythme destiny so i see that as a problem but other than that its very nice

[Icestorm]

Lifes Fighters

This dark man has his memories
this dark man has his tears
this plague of painful promises
show thoughout his years.

This mans seen the world
This world filled with pain
Where noone helps the needy
Unless they are to gain

A shadow fills the world
The needy are helpless but then who would?
A taint upon this world
A plague to all the good

The men that fight the darkness
have little on there side
for life seems to support the pain
Support the rising tide

But the fighters battle on
for what more can they take
there souls are already gone
there lifes already on the stake

[Endess Wings]

Oh very well done!

[Icestorm]

thanks i appriciate feed back

[MaskedDrifter]

Respect

I don't care just who you are,
we do not match at all.
We're the opposite you and me,
just like those big and small.

I hate you for the things you do,
and I know that you hate me.
But I'll accept that little truth,
it's how its meant to be.

But on the field of battle,
you always strive to be the best.
You fight with everything you have,
without any fear or rest.

And although I will hate your guts,
until the day I die.
You're a strong man and fighter,
about that I cannot lie.

I don't have to like you,
and you can hate me like a rat.
But I will show you some respect,
and that is simply that.

(well, what did you guys think?)

[Icestorm]

hmm honestly the theme is great except, i dunno the flow is sort of jumpy, flows sometimes and others is a bit stop start

[Byakuya7]

yea the flow at times felt a bit akward with the words that you used. It's a great concept though.

[MaskedDrifter]

(Sorry guys. I've been kinda down lately and it affects howI write. here is one to try and make up for that.)

Trial

When the sun rose in the east,
and shined light upon that day.
The only thing that I could do,
was weep alone and pray.

She had been my guide of light,
through the darkness of my soul.
She had filled the emptiness,
she made my heart feel whole.

But as I stand beside her grave,
with a tear inside my eye.
I ask myself the question why?
Why did she have to die?

Why do I suffer through this trial,
of inner torture and pain?
Why did fate deign that she die,
when the cherry blossoms rain?

When the sun rose in the east,
and shined light upon that day.
The only thing that I could do,
was weep alone and pray.

[Icestorm]

nice that was very well balanced and the ending was nice keeping with the theme.

[BeeCrest]

I agree with Ice. It flowed much better than the last :)

[MaskedDrifter]

(thanks again guys. Time for another)

Peace (Epilogue to Mask)

Long forgotten trees of old,
standing elegant and bold.
In that forest of tales untold,
drifts the long-lost warrior.

As the moon shines rays of light,
upon the dark and lonely night.
there wandering with out fright,
drifts the long-lost warrior.

He rests himself down by a tree,
with all the nature there to see.
Weary with his empathy,
sits the long-lost warrior.

But in this world devoid of man,
he will find what peace he can.
Now ends the story we understand,
of the long-lost warrior.

(what do you guys think?)

[BeeCrest]

It was good, different rhyming too :) The flow seemed a bit off, IMO

[MaskedDrifter]

(Sorry I have been gone a while guys. I needed a break from all of this for a while. but now, I'll put up another....)

Denial

You may see me in this world,
but in reality you don't.
I may let you see myself,
but in reality I won't.

You can't see it but its there,
the mask I hide behind.
Underneath lies the part of me,
I pray you do not find.

The people hear must never know,
how I really am within.
The world would hate and spurn me,
please do not let that begin.

But now bearing a heavy heart,
I realize what must be done.
You cannot hide what you truly are,
it can't be done by anyone.

So I stand here now upon this earth,
for all the world to see.
Now you can glimspe the person,
that is the one and only me.

(What do you guys think?)

[BeeCrest]

Uh, I love it.
'Heavy heart,' I'm trying to write a poem now and that's how mine starts XD

[MaskedDrifter]

(Time for another.....)

Heartless

There's a phantom on this earth,
who has nothing in his soul
Emotion frozen dead inside,
his heart an empty hole.

Terrible man with terrible mind,
who lingers in the darkness.
Friend of none who takes all life,
and destroys your happiness.

What could an evil beast like that,
desire for his own right?
What does that monster dream about,
in the darkness of the night?

Ravager of peace and joy,
murderer of our times.
Slayer of all that is good,
why do you do these crimes?

There's a phantom on this earth,
who has nothing in his soul
Emotion frozen dead inside,
his heart an empty hole.

(dark yes but I like it.....)

[BeeCrest]

I really like the third stanza :)
still writing mine...

[Icestorm]

nicely done mask those were good

[MaskedDrifter]

(Thanks guys. I appreciate all those kind words. Now for another.....)

Depression

My whole world twisting upside down,
as day turns into night.
Clouds of despair fill the sky,
as they shut out the light.

My heart and soul that lay within,
are now empty and black.
The happiness and joy I felt,
that is what I now lack.

Friends of old who once were there,
feel like simple drops in the rain.
Things that used to give me peace,
now only give me pain.

I sit here in my blackened void,
asking the question why?
Why does my smile appear no more?
Why do I only cry?

As I asked the questions then,
something then shined through.
A ray of light burst through the clouds,
a ray so bright and true.

Something in that ray of light,
that tore through the clouds that day.
Put myself on a different plane,
and made everything feel ok.

(what do you guys think?)

[BeeCrest]

You took Clouds of Despair from me
an evil deed you've done
Though they were yours to begin with
they cannot block out the sun
:p
Aha, I challenged your poem XD

[Endess Wings]

Oh there so much thats make a good read!

[MaskedDrifter]

(hey thanks guys. I'll bring up another one for ya....)

Split

My old life that I once had,
has all but faded away.
The dreams of happiness long and gone,
will we be okay?

Our family bonds began to break,
when darkness sprouted in our hearts.
Now we're only drifting away,
drifting further and further apart.

They never talk much anymore,
but when they do they fight.
Eternal screams and yells,
over which one is right.

Soon the bonds will be gone,
and all happiness will end.
Oh God please help my family now,
we are in dire need of a friend.

Is it something that I did,
to cause this hurt and pain?
Will the sun shine once again,
or will it eternally rain?

My old life that I once had,
has all but faded away.
The dreams of happiness long and gone,
will we be okay?

(dedicated to all those who have suffered through divorce)

[emmasu]

i really loved it, you do not know how it really touched me, but i will give you a respond to it later,
i was very close to cry

[Icestorm]

dam dude that was great, it flowed so well.. not to mention the impact it had.

Yours moved me to write this



Forgotten

Memories follow
Shadows of a former life
Pain torments
A wound left from the knife

By and by the wind still blows
those memories stir
never faulter
never fade

The life once lived
When hearts were pure
but the taint has come
It will endure

Embrace those memories<