A poem a Day

[LordWushin]

Feeling in the darkness I see nothing

Seeing nothing I feel alone

Being alone I am laughing

All I need is you I know

 

Finding the hiding spot

Trying my best I can

I get found a lot

But can't get rid of this ban

 

Light flickers on in the distance

I get my bearing straight

Hope increases as I advance

Not get there too late

 

Of course my lover is there waiting

For me to return there

I always seem aching

To return to her, so fair

[LordWushin]

All my life I sat and wondered

Trying to figure out the future

Unstable enough to not see

What was planned for me

Only seeing evil's lure

Now look back knowing I erred

 

But now I sit and plan

What will happen today

And the next few after

I plan for laughter

I hope for good old May

But I realize I am man

 

We should not have to wait

But must because of the time

We live in money

Live by the honey

We ready for that day's chime

But I want to be there before to late

 

Sometimes I cannot handle myself

When we are together

I feel at peace

More time I lease

For me with you to part never

I cannot be away from yourself

 

I need you more every hour

Yet I can't seem to get enough

Your wit and beauty stuns me

With you only want to be

Parting with you is so tough

Always attracted to your power

 

But how do I know you feel the same

Will I go on this way?

No other will be like you

None will be close like you

Your thoughts and dreams I may

No I will someday know and claim

[LordWushin]

Oh wishing well, wishing well

Let me my burdens tell

Deep down in the ground

Some comfort I have found

Just talking to the water

My step begin to falter

Weakness takes hold

Darkness enfolds

Down to the bottom I go to lay

In the mud to play

 

Oh shooting star, shooting star

Let me stay on par

Show me I can reach

And be what I preach

Pick me up from above

Showing me thy love

Sending me home again

Forgetting where I've been

Over my head hover

As I return to my Lover

 

Under the ladder

Black cat crossing

Breaking all my mirrors

But none will harm me

With my love I will be

Very near to her

Of her I will sing

Because with her, evils do not matter.

[LordWushin]

"The world is in ruin. No love can there be found anywhere, anytime!" said I.

 

"Why do you say such thing?"

 

"Do you not see all the hate and suffering, what is to become of this world if this continues? Think of all the families." I said to Myself.

 

Myself replied, "I see what you say is true, but how do you plan to change it?"

 

"What is there to do when so much is lost already?"

 

"Do you know what Darkness is?" Myself asked I.

 

"Well . . . let me see! No light or not enough of it." I answered.

 

"Right, it is the absence of light. Now, what is cold?"

 

"I would guess it is the absence of heat."

 

"Correct again. Now can you guess what hate is?" Myself asked I finally.

 

"Well, hate is not loving. But darkness and cold are different from hate, just as light and heat are different from love." I said smartly to Myself.

 

"That maybe," Myself replied, "But what is the difference between the real and the emotion, when it acts the same way? Without love in the world there is nothing left but to hate, and from hate comes everything else that we know is evil."

 

"But how does that help the problem?" I inquired.

 

Myself stood and said, "If hate is not loving, the answer is to love. Start with yourself! Then your other, the family, the work, till all is loved by you and it is seen in you. Then others will see and remember and will want it again. Eventually you have the epidemic of love on for another and each other. But watch it, for it will soon turn back to hate if not nourished and cared for. Then you will have to tell this story to another and it will start all over again."

[LordWushin]

Let me see that way

Over the many miles

Very straight roads lay

Even through dark Isles

 

Yet one hope I hold

Only your truth and light

Upon that night I told

 

Another will not turn me

My heart desires to be

Yours only that my eyes see

[LordWushin]

As bright as the sunlight

As dark as the moon

More beautiful than a rainbow

More graceful than the butterfly

 

I think of you every night

I wish to be with you soon

You speak, then watch my love flow

You hunt me as our times nigh

 

Come with me and join the flight

Come be with me and spoon

Only you and I, we both know

On your love and beauty I am high

 

You take me to a new height

You, into my arms want to swoon

My time seems slow

Mindlessly to follow you by and by

[Bertoxul]

Nice post, I check it every day =D

[LordWushin]

Well thanks Bertoxul. Feel free to post your own creations if you like too.

 

I had one but it got away

Now i have to pay

Writing what I can make

Even if it is fake

The hour is getting late

I go now, don't hate

I'll be back before you know

Some real rhythm to show

[LordWushin]

I like that last one!

 

May brings flowers

All their smelly powers

Beauty springs alive

And also the bee's hive

Bright sunny days

Burns that pays

Birds singing their song

Yet the storms are long

Nice breezes in the air

And you look so fair

 

Deep into your eyes

My true love lies

So beautiful to me

Nothing else will be

When together I joy

With you nothing will annoy

My life I live is yours

You shake the very cores

 

I need no other

There never is another

Who can be like you

So fair and true

More beautiful than anything

Much better than everything

I could hope and desire

You are all I admire

[SoulofChrysamere]

Here's one I wrote posted in a chess.com writers' group. One of the members called it the "Warrior's Love Song".

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The hardy warriors of ages long past

 

Whose arms and garb bear sharp contrast

 

To the fabrics we wear today

 

And modern weapons built to slay.

 

 

 

The armor, the shell that guards his flesh

 

Made of steel, leather, or a type of mesh.

 

Whatever of which the armor is made,

 

It just has to be of the highest grade.

 

 

 

The helm fends off head-height blows

 

Protecting his head and even his nose.

 

There are mouth and eye slots so that he

 

Can breathe and fight and be able to see.

 

 

 

The chestplate guards many a part:

 

The ribs, lungs, stomach, intestines, and heart,

 

The backplate has the exact same goal.

 

Together they protect the torso whole.

 

 

 

The pauldrons defeat shoulder-bound blows

 

Allowing the warrior to counter his foes.

 

Purposely taking a hit to that place

 

To stagger the fool and strike at his face.

 

 

 

The gauntlets serve as guards of the hands

 

Sometimes strengthened with hard leather bands.

 

They keep the person's hands looking like new.

 

Oh, they keep the warrior's wrists safe too.

 

 

 

The greaves, the defenders of the warrior's legs.

 

They keep them from being cracked like soft eggs.

 

Strong yet flexible so that he can parry

 

By moving then attacking three times as scary.

 

 

 

Lastly, the boots, the guards of the feet.

 

Protecting a part that takes lots of heat.

 

A common target for the enemy's blade

 

For without his feet, how can one crusade?

 

 

 

 

The sword, the most common arm of the knight.

 

A symbol of his power, courage, and might.

 

A razor sharp blade with a good weight and hilt

 

Equals many dead foes and tons of blood spilt.

 

 

 

Of course, there's the mace, the ball with spikes.

 

A sphere covered with a thousand midget pikes.

 

One swing from an arm whose muscle is strong

 

Can make your pain intense and recovery long.

 

 

 

The axe is the one that some of them choose.

 

Heavy and sharp are two really good clues

 

Of the nature of this beast of a thing.

 

Be quick on your feet, or feel its blade's sting.

 

 

 

Still others may go after the monstrous claymore.

 

A hand-held guillotine, do I have to say more?

 

A long heavy blade sharp enough to slice

 

A grown man in two. One swing will suffice.

 

 

 

The katana, the symbol of the great samurai.

 

Many who fight them succeed only to die.

 

The katana is one of the sharpest blades known.

 

Surely one would be a real treat to own.

 

 

 

The spear and the halberd, long with a point.

 

They can easily rend a tendon or joint.

 

They could also pierce an enemy's heart

 

Or jam into the lungs and rip them apart.

 

 

 

There are so many weapons from so many lands

 

Wielded by thousands of talented hands.

 

Although obsolete by the standards of today,

 

Their impressions and beauty are here to stay.

 

 

 

No matter if it is of iron, steel, or whether

 

It is made out of cotton or leather.

 

The styles of armors are just as diverse

 

With their own masters who were well-versed.

 

 

 

Here ends my talk on these two things,

 

The armor's protection and the arms' stings.

 

Do you dislike them? Do they stir up your hate?

 

Or are they so grand you have to appreciate?