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Artist's Name: Travis
Artist's Elftown User Name: [
Moorn]
Poem Category: Dark
Poem's Title: Gabriel
Poem:
How oft I've dreamt of a world gone by,
of a time, of a place, where visions fly,
Of the land, of a home, in a time, no more,
Where the av'rice of man could not harm me.
Today I stand on a pre-ci-pice tall,
my eyes observe mankind's downfall,
The exodus that I have set to come
For the sin of the lie and the lie of the sin.
Sing a song of death with me
The symphony tuned, the melody sweet,
See the plague that unfolds below
And buries the streets with the dead.
In days long past I did believe
of a world, just, beyond reprieve,
my eyes were sealed by an innocent's glaze,
and the truth of the land did not sting me
They pushed my heart to its last extent
Gave me pain, and grief, and a-go-ny,
To seek the truth that my Father held
While on earth a cage of flesh bound me
Sing a song of death with me
The solo to end all the life, beneath,
To my lips, the trumpet of endtimes goes
And the world, is torn, asun-der.
Artist's Name: Erin
Artist's Elftown User Name: [
Askoga]
Poem Category:
Fantasy
Poem's Title: Who Am I?
Poem:
I spread my wings of leather
And leapt off of the peak.
I soared into the twilight,
And the wind, it kissed my cheek.
I ran through the forest,
Gaily lifted my head.
My mane flowed out behind me.
I sprang towards what’s ahead.
I swam through the oceans,
My hair streamed out behind.
My fins, they did guide me.
I picked up shells, which I did find.
I soared into the air,
Feathers blowing in the breeze.
The air was hot around me
As I flew above the trees.
I flitted to a flower
And caressed its pretty petals.
I spread my wings of gossamer,
Then in it I did nestle.
I trotted through a meadow,
Arms swinging at my side.
My hooves made little sound,
As through the grasses they did glide.
Dragon, unicorn, mermaid,
All of these am I.
Phoenix, fairy, centaur,
You’ll find me if you try.
Artist's Name:JOSE SERVIN
Artist's Elftown User Name: [
J-BIRD (BIRDIE)]
Poem Category:LOVE
Poem Status: Dueling
Poem's Title: LOVE BIRD
Poem:THERE IS A BIRD
THEY CALL IT A DOVE
IT'S COLOR IS WHITE
AND IT REPRESENTS LOVE
IT WILL BRING SMILES AND TEARS
TO A PERSONS EYES
AND IT BRINGS COUPLES TOGETHER
TO CHANGE THEIR LIVES
ALTHOUGH THIS IS A FEELING
IT'S JUST TOO NICE
BUT IN THE END WE ALL PAY THE PRICE
IT WILL COST YOU YOUR HEART
AND PLAY WITH YOUR LIFE.
Artist's Name:Michael Vasquez
Artist's Elftown User Name: [
IMOUT]
Poem Category: Dark
Poem's Title: Living Death
Poem:
I wake up in the morning feeling good.
Something in the evening tells me that I should.
I love my life, it's going well, but some things make me feel like I'm in some kind of jail.
I'm not sick but rather insane.
I don't know who or what to blame.
I get to the point where I wish I would just die, but I just cry.
Something stops me every time and I sit and think as everything flies through my mind.
My world doesn't matter to me and I don't know why I try to get so far, but instead I stay sitting and wishing that I would just die.
Death means more to me than life does.
It brings a feeling of an exciting pain.
Who put this shit in my f***ing brain?
Taking every moment, to wish that that someday I'll have the courage just to do it.
But every time I try I just can't get through it.
I imagine the world without me.
Will it be better or will it be sad?
No one can tell unless it happens and until then I'm the one that's bad.
Tomorrow is another day in my mind and I don't know why I keep anticipating while trying.
I don't know why, but if I do it, will they miss me or did they know I was already going to go through it.
I try to hold in all of the pain until the day I have nothing else to gain.
The person behind these words is not me but expresses my feelings from his own eyes and tells me “he even tries”.
The thing I want to do is kill myself with a blade to my wrist or with a rope with a twist.
But I've come to see that this is not the way to be free.
-Michael Vasquez ©2004
Artist's Name: Davis Wong
Artist's Elftown User Name:[
Doormat]
Poem Category: Deep Thoughts
Poem's Title: Perspective
Poem:
A man watches a big black bird,
From the loud cawing noise he heard,
“Is it a raven or a crow?” he wonders,
In the rain and rolling thunders,
He wonders how it can fly so high,
He observes with longing, and a sigh,
Trying to see what the bird is thinking,
While observed through beady eyes unblinking.
The bird watches the man and caws,
“Silly human, I’m a crow, with little flaws,
Are you blind? I’m not a raven!
Go wallow in stupidity, in your havens
For time is short, as my life,
I must spend time, with children and wife,
Instead of observing the ignorant, who waste all their time,
Longing for the impossible, to adapt and mime.
A meeting between species apart,
A test of wits and of smarts,
We assume ourselves, the superior few,
Ignoring others, the facts we knew,
Even walking in other’s boots on same tracks
The power to connect, which we lack,
Perspective may reveal something unknown,
But it’s rarely found, never shown.
Artist's Name: Torii
Artist's Elftown User Name: [
Wingedwolfelf]
Poem Category: Deep Thoughts
Poem's Title: The Puppet
Poem:
A pretty puppet made of wood
Gilded fabulously in gold
A child yearns and cries for it
To play with and to hold
"Dance puppet dance!"
As my strings are tugged and pulled
Torn and beat and battered
As I slowly shed my gold
"Do this for me. Do that."
The child laughs and screams
I'm thrown and tugged and tossed about
My heart ripping at it's seams
My porcelain mask is cracking
The child's getting bored
Once loved so dearly
Now I am ignored
A pretty puppet made of wood
Gilded fabulously in gold
The child throws it out
As it starts to rot and mold.
Artist's Name: Lesa Pilgrim
Artist's Elftown User Name: [
OvertheMoooon]
Poem Category: To make you think...
Poem Status: Dueling!
Poem's Title: Though I am...
Poem:
Though I am a child of the faux punk era,
My heart yearns to be the flower it once was.
I want to lay my head on your shoulder,
But fear is a chain to my neck.
Were I offspring of the revolution,
My glass would run over with your sweet, sweet wine.
You would fly to my garden for shelter,
And were it then, I would be yours.
Artist's Name: Travis
Artist's Elftown User Name: [
Moorn]
Poem Category: Humor
Poem's Title: A nonconformist poet
Poem:
Everything is new, this is true, yes its true,
Everything, at least, for a second or two
Rhymes are just the same, same old game, different name,
Nobody's unique, every poet's lame
I would never bring myself to regurgitate a stanza
I would never write a verse, I would rather cut my hands off,
Instead of being lowered to that literary level,
I'd sooner go to hell and share a bedroom with the devil
A nonconformist poet, yes I'm different, yes I'm strange,
The kind of crap I write, makes you quickly turn the page.
I don't have a talent, don't deny I have no pride,
my lyrics are the kinds of trash that cause book suicide
So you might think that what I've done is against what I've just said,
But if you do come over here I'll slap you in the head.
A nonconformist poet doesn't cater, doesn't pander,
Since a nonconformist poet nonconforms to double standards.
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