Poem Pocket

[PainMoth]

Here is a thread where I'd like to share some poems I wrote a while ago but never publized (some of them). Enjoy.

1. Freedom the Memories

Arms be swift thy touch
People struggle, ran like such
Stories be taught thy merry
the past reflected with dreary

Tears drop gleefully thy site
upon a mourn, be known its right
slavery be damned, the demonic shackles
with the bottle of water beginning to rattle

I'm happy, I admit, but not without thy's deception
White men be damned, triggers my reception
the lashing, the bashing, pain be distraught
my mind be dazed at a glance of thought

So now my mother, understand my pain
said the grieving man in the volley of rain
let this lesson lest remain remembered
The day... is the fourth of December.....

2. Destined to be Damned

The kindles be blazed
Our homes have been razed
These men take our children
But we are destined to be damned

The scent of the ocean, a peaceful odor
Until a brother nearby gets whipped in the shoulder
He didn't want to go, I understood him on that
But we are destined to be damned

I see my mother from afar
Not taken captives like the others
Unlike those fallen like my fathers
But we were destined to be damned

We were knocked on board the ship
I noticed tears in a brother's eyes
What has god done to our people
But we were destined to be damned

3. My Dream

Thy day has finally waned
Lest them to remember a sunder
My apprenticeship has disposed itself
And my master remains to longer

A squire no more, thy's dream erected
Knighthood, awaken, my work perplexed
Camelot, the divine, bear heart to my blade
Sir Lancelot arises from the flame

King Arthur the great glistened nearby
Stood captivated in the brink of the fold
Bold bore the construction and load
My context, my pride, erupt in disparity

Brigands unfold from the crowds
Withdrew their cleavers, and sabres
Barbarity, destruction, horrors beyond content
My body lay decayed in vain.

4. The Ranges

Mountains steep the ranges
Beginning their great big phases
The beauty is astonishing
All other sight deems abolishing

The mountains tall in pride
Like the brave ocean tides
voyaging the ranges, my car rides
Nature, unkindled, continously bides

The sites amaze me dazing
The thought, the air plague hazing
The mountains continue with their raising
A spectacle of a sight.

 

[SantaBla]

I'm impressed. I believe you are talented.
I enjoyed all 4 of them. +rep.