Pellinore
05-27-2008, 09:49 PM
I think this poem kinda sucks, had no sleep for 2 nights and was in the mood to write something, so i decide to write this poem and post it here :).
Please don't look at the words, look at the emotional reflection of the poem, you won't find much meaning in the words.
(ps: this is my first poem that i wrote in english (dutch is my prime language))
Tears from the death dropping on the solid roof,
vague memories of life, mists of ignorance.
Tears of regret.
Howling doom in the deep nights,
the black rave, bringer of death,
a cloak of darkness.
My soul Caught in a entangling void,
shapeshifting to mourning demons grasping for a dream.
A dream of forgotten memories, days that never were.
A scream of pain, everlastening tortures.
Voices on the background, machinerie of evil, steam from hell.
The nights are never silent, it is then when the tattered ones gather,
the doomed ones, a shattered soul of unrest.
Trees obscure and sinister in the moonlight,
waving of pain with the cruel wind,
a yell for freedom, one unanswered.
Eyes in the shadows.
A red thin line on the horizon, vague memories of a nightmare.
nothing more, then bad memories and painfull eyes.
And rest, at last.
edit: I know many people don't like this style of poems, many people want poems with rimes, but rimes cannot reflect the dark emotions, dark emotions have no harmony, darkness is a song about melancholie, not a song about love.
Please don't look at the words, look at the emotional reflection of the poem, you won't find much meaning in the words.
(ps: this is my first poem that i wrote in english (dutch is my prime language))
Tears from the death dropping on the solid roof,
vague memories of life, mists of ignorance.
Tears of regret.
Howling doom in the deep nights,
the black rave, bringer of death,
a cloak of darkness.
My soul Caught in a entangling void,
shapeshifting to mourning demons grasping for a dream.
A dream of forgotten memories, days that never were.
A scream of pain, everlastening tortures.
Voices on the background, machinerie of evil, steam from hell.
The nights are never silent, it is then when the tattered ones gather,
the doomed ones, a shattered soul of unrest.
Trees obscure and sinister in the moonlight,
waving of pain with the cruel wind,
a yell for freedom, one unanswered.
Eyes in the shadows.
A red thin line on the horizon, vague memories of a nightmare.
nothing more, then bad memories and painfull eyes.
And rest, at last.
edit: I know many people don't like this style of poems, many people want poems with rimes, but rimes cannot reflect the dark emotions, dark emotions have no harmony, darkness is a song about melancholie, not a song about love.