Shadows of Men

[fhamersley]

Evening dusk conquers the light of the sun,
Another day passed, a new night begun,
But the shadows that lurk in corners of hearts,
Are darker than those the evening time marks.

They say that the Age of Darkness has come,
They blame the Queen Grief and what she has done,
But the shadows that grow and bloom in Man's greed,
Are danger more than the Queens' own dark seed.

The shadows that stretch when a coward Man runs,
The cruel spiteful sneering of a Man making fun,
The vicious black envy that tears Man apart,
The lies and mistrust in the corners of hearts.

 

[Luckygirl34]

Nice poem!

 

[fhamersley]

thanks! I might write some more soon!

 

[Goldengem25]

thanks! I might write some more soon!

Do iiiitttt

 

[fhamersley]

Here's a nonsense poem. Enjoy!

On a merry old stroll 'cross the salty docks,
To the very place where the crowd seems to flock,
With a missy on my arm and two left shoes,
The Merry Mead is the tavern I chose.

And I step inside and my lady skips away,
"You're a fool," the bartender does say,
For I ordered a tankard of Fat Foot Brew.
"The last man who drank that is still on the loo!"

I dismiss his whining with a wave of my hand,
Accidentally slapping a wise old man,
He spins around and gives my nose a thwack,
I lose my tankard and the drink goes -splat-!

A pretty girl brushing her hair without comb,
Gets hit bit the tankard and goes crying home,
But not before kicking the old man in the knees,
And screaming, "I'll brush my hair as I please!"

She punched a Syrie on her way out the door,
The big ole fish gave a mighty roar!
He overturned a table and sat on a dwarf,
Threatening to never ever ever get off.

The drunk elf sang like a dying cat,
Clapping the fuming Syrie on the back,
"Don't worry 'bout the dwarf he's hard as stone,
I'm more concerned for ya tailbone!"

A flowerpot flew through the air near my head,
As a Nakat awoke who used to be in bed,
"Keep it down, you brutes, if you're able!"
And with that he lay back down upon the table.

I skipped out the door with a grin on my lips,
And saw a Caparii failing to turn backflips.
The burning heretic on the stake did say:
"I think we're all a little drunk today!"

 

[JustTooRadical]

... Funny and weird, but really good!


PS, it's black sheep bitter, not black sheep brew :3

 

[fhamersley]

... Funny and weird, but really good!


PS, it's black sheep bitter, not black sheep brew :3

Ah, thank you, I'll change that!

 

[Goldengem25]

Either way, it's inferred or compared to the Highland Brew! Also, nice poem (again)

 

[mistaahh]

You take requests..?

Just wondering..

Yes..I'm egocentrical..

 

[fhamersley]

You take requests..?

Just wondering..

Yes..I'm egocentrical..

Of course! Just PM me any details and I'll start writing!

 

[fhamersley]

A growl and a leap, the wolf stalks the sheep,
His paws barely making a noise,
The snowy white lamb stays as still as it can,
His future being clearly mapped out.

With an ominous sigh the wind passes by,
Ruffling fur and wool,
The shadow wolf howls, such a terrible sound,
The little lamb trembles in fear.

His preys' hopeless fright, gives the wolf such delight,
That he smiles a deep wicked grin,
He appears from the night, and leaps with great might,
At the small figure down in the grass.

If you'd been in the field, when the wolf was concealed,
You'd never have noticed the lamb,
But with the sheep in his paws, white wool on his claws,
The dark made the light bright as day.

 

[K9]

You're a poet and you know it.....
You can make a rhyme anytime.

Oh lawdy I'm horrible at this, you stick to writing the poems and I'll stick to having the spiral tattoos.

Sounds like a plan.

-K9

 

[K9]

*note to self*

Dear Diarmuid. Don't quit day job to start writing poetry

-K9

-K9

(ahaaaa, see what I did there? I signed off my note to self and this reply.)

 

[mistaahh]

Li

*note to self*

Dear Diarmuid. Don't quit day job to start writing poetry

-K9

-K9

(ahaaaa, see what I did there? I signed off my note to self and this reply.)

Lies..

Lies and slander..

 

[K9]

Li
Lies..

Lies and slander..

*whispers to assistant* Kill him. He knows the secret.

*he coughs*

Ah yes, mistah mistaahh (eehhehehehehehe, pun)
Do go on.

-K9

 

[mistaahh]

*whispers to assistant* Kill him. He knows the secret.

*he coughs*

Ah yes, mistah mistaahh (eehhehehehehehe, pun)
Do go on.

-K9

 

[fhamersley]

You're a poet and you know it.....
You can make a rhyme anytime.

-K9

No no K9, that's not necessary.

 

[fhamersley]

This gave me the chills as I wrote it.. A little bit scary, but its meant to be like a ryhme that little girls would sing as they played clapping hand games. I was bored and here it is.. See children? This is why you should never let your mind wander o_o

Two dozen times, two dozen times,
Alone in a forest the little boy cries,
The blade sings with a swish, a swipe,
Makes twenty-five times, twenty-five lives.

 

[K9]

This gave me the chills as I wrote it.. A little bit scary, but its meant to be like a ryhme that little girls sould sing as they played clapping hand games. I was bored and here it is.. See children? This is why you should never let your mind wander o_o

Two dozen times, two dozen times,
Alone in a forest the little boy cries,
The blade sings with a swish, a swipe,
Makes twenty-five times, twenty-five lives.

When Tarí finally snaps, is it ok if I use this when I'ma killin' errybody?

-K9

 

[fhamersley]

Of course, I would be honoured! A total massacre with my creepy murder poem being sung... *sniffs tearily* Such a beautiful scene!