Random Poetry

[The Great Crep'er]

The Sun:
Shining through the trees, the sun loves to give a friendly hello now and again, playing and dancing ‘till the moon comes around. It rotates around the earth, from the start of a birth of a universe, the great bellowing song reflects off the branches and gives a shining anthem of hope to everyone. Capturing the flowers in an overwhelming shine, they cannot see, they cannot touch, and its beauty will not budge, from the sky and clouds shout praise, everyone loves it, everyone savors the moment. Within the pretty picture, the sun stays there like a fixture; the sun shows only modesty, a quiet shying from the crowd, as their thanks are so loud, yet the sun still shines proud.

A dark billowy cloud shows his face in envy, he crowds the sun, taunting it, and starts to torture the people as the drops of rain splatter on their faces and run down the cheeks.
The newly gloomy background chases everyone away, people looking for the sun find it gone, absent from the backdrop, no one can save them now. How can they escape the darkness? No sun, has brought sadness, it no more shines on the flowers or sing beautifully with the great birds that flap toward it, the joy has disappeared in an instant, the ripples in the clouds come together, down towards the public, and the one dry grass, that flows with fear, that bends with disgust, the once joyous time when everything reflected the sun’s overwhelmingly beautiful rays, showing blue jays and what the morning says.
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[Termital]

J.M. Ford's 110 stories is good enough to require resurrecting this thread, though it would have been more appropriate yesterday.
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[Scurra]

On the inevitable decline into mediocrity of the popular musician who attains a comfortable middle age (by David Musgrave)

O Sting, where is thy death?
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[Sniklac16]

As everyone knows, I am THE random poet haha...I havent posted i a while but here is my latest poem called The Dream

On the edge of the end of the world
As a burning emptiness fills my insides
A long and lonely cold dark road it has been to get here
One last step is all it would take
One last breath is all i would need
I close my eyes as my veins pulsate, as though they sense the imminent end
I think back about all the pain I have both caused and endured
All the hearts I have broken, and all the tears I have created
I look to the sky and curse the heavens
Asking god why I must live this wretched life
I take a deep breath as the cold steel becomes ever more illusive in my hand
Funny how one swift move could end all the pain in the world
I raise my arm and close my eyes again as the ground is showered in crimson
As I fall to my knees one last image appears before me
And I begin to weep as my breaths become harder
For I realize as horrid as my world is there was in the end one thing that made it worth living......

......And as I wake up I see her lying next to me
I catch my breath, smile and kiss her cheek, never stirring did she as i pull the blankets back up and fall slowly back to sleep
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What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.

[The Ragin' South Asian]