Dedicated to...

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Poems that you've dedicated to a specific person.

~nods~

-Malcor "Poet--hah" Sylverwood

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Nightfairy's home is the dark
Her magic never wide of the mark
The moon in its phase
Her spirit ablaze
And across the bond I feel the spark

-Malcor "Nightfairy's Ex-Warder" Sylverwood

[Cloric the Cleric]

This is one I've never titled, but it was written for some people in highschool. It's kind of juvenile, but then again, I wasn't even near legal age when I wrote it.

With Strength of mind
And perseverance of heart
He protects us in our times of need
He is a friend of mine--

The Hermit stands alone
Frozen in his time
While he keeps his conscience clear
He is a friend of mine--

The Magician bears the secret
Of disruption in ages past
He keeps his castle free of evil
He is a friend of mine--

The Fool brings, in us, to mind
The love of life we all hold dear
Forever living life on the edge
He is a friend of mine--

And the Star is the focus
One to whom we look
Support in the form of love
She is a friend of mine--

For Strength, the Magician, and the Star
For the Hermit and the Fool
The castle is the meeting place
They are all friends of mine.

[dark fuschia]

Oh Cloric, that took my breath away. I am sure it describes many circles of friends in the world.


Here is an old one about somoene I was very close to once.


child of the dark
you say your novena
on a blood red rosary

a curse haunts you
from Mozambique
and your eyes are filled with magic

when you speak of your past
the strange rhythms of Africa
thrum in your voice
and you love the black man
because the UN says so

you share all you have
delights and mishaps
and all your meals

you drink your wine
with red red lips
and you bare your shoulders
cos it pays to advertise

its agreed that you’re beautiful
by everyone
by absolutely everyone

but in darkness
I see you by the train tracks
where beauty is meaningless
and you only seek rest
the gift of fearsome metal wheels

displaced sister of my heart
your blood is still in tune
with the ragged beat of destruction
I can only cry for you
I’m so sorry you feel dead inside

but I don’t understand
how there can be so much life
in a dead person

[Malcor Sylverwood]

From Austrailia came a stealer of souls
Absolute evil is what she extolls
Babies she does devour
Blue pills sold from her tower
But against me, for her the bell tolls

-Malcor "Nemesis" Sylverwood

[Malcor Sylverwood]

With arch I do feel chummy
Though everything goes to his tummy
When his hunger does bloom
Worlds he does consume
And has nothing to say but yummy

-Malcor "Don't feed the admins" Sylverwood

[Malcor Sylverwood]

A call for power sounds like a bell
Never afraid to face fires of hell
Makes all the ladies say 'WOW!'
He gets it all solved just now
Its LaughingTurtle at home in his shell

-Malcor "Edit" Sylverwood

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Mike is the board's resident god
Always searching for a good mod
SPAM posts he rejects
With only a flex
And all the ladies stare at his bod

-Malcor "Jealous" Sylverwood

[epiph]

this is about the guy i lost my virginity to...and my first sonnet...

Landscape of Lost Flowers

I vaguely remember what prefaced it.
I vaguely remember what came after.
I was unsatisfied; cold, unlit.
You never stayed long; you left soon after.
You're so lost and I'm almost found. You're still
deep in your sinkhole of evasion.
I still feel you sometimes--that tentacle
of connection, forged from passion,
that still transmits our correspondence.
Where did you go when the karst landscape of
emotion loomed ahead, surface dented?
You fled--slowly--I hardly observed your
Passage. I didn't notice you were gone.
I let so much slip through my fingers then.

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Well...there is a complete tone change in this thread...

*cough*

hehe ;)

-Malcor Sylverwood

[epiph]

call it a cry for attention, malc ;)

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Hmm....thats quite a call for attention, epiph.

-Malcor "Ask and ye shall recieve" Sylverwood

[satan]

it's not dedicated to anyone in particular... just, love

Some people say that love is beautiful
Something to be cherished and never forgotten
Others maintain love is treacherous
And claim to avoid it like a plague
But you and I know love can’t be classified
A truly wonderfully evil thing
It lulls me to sleep at night
But only after hours of tossing, thinking of you
Trite as it may be, it has its ups and downs
Dreaming of things that will never be
Praying that you can achieve the impossible
Knowing you can’t
It’s killing me and you
But it’s all that keeps us alive

[LaughingTurtle]

Heh, Mesaana wanted a longer wav file of my voice and I didn't know what to say so I just whipped this up for her. If you want to hear me say it you have to message me ;)

There once was fox that lived far in the north
Sly and seductive with a bust blossoming forth
Always hinting yet never promising
Quick to laugh and always kissing
Giver her a smile and she’ll give you a hug
But mind your hand or she’ll give your boys a tug

[Malcor Sylverwood]

I once left him walking in the rain
Headed to school on a slick, lonely lane
I've never been forgiven
Cloric I should have driven
Yet through it all a friend I retain

-Malcor "Don't ask for what you aren't prepared to recieve" Sylverwood

[night faerie]

You’re always on the other side
Always out of reach
But you always touch my softer side
And we’ve both got things to teach

You have a light inside you
That you keep in disguise
Playing people like musical notes
With a glimmer in your eyes

You speak in foreign tongues
And laugh when you confuse
Cause you’re pretty much straightforward
But find humor in the ruse

In another world, in another place
Who knows where might be home
But here although we find the trace
Between us, still alone… alone.

[dark fuschia]

what demon has your ear my friend
that you should say such things?
what wicked sprite has kissed your lips with fell and dirty grins?
why would you curse us in that way? why would you put us down?
when all we've done is laugh a bit
despite your cheerless frown.

[Jennifer]

Some great poems here, but Malcor's limericks take the cake. :D

[Malcor Sylverwood]

:eek:

teeheehee.... :blush:

Nah...but thank you, m'lady ~bows~

-Malcor

[Malcor Sylverwood]

She reaches out from the home of lightning
Through space her charimatic snares are tightening
All I know for sure
Is there is no cure
And when I see her, my mood is brightening

:D

-Malcor "Limerick" Sylverwood

[Waffles]

Undoubtedly the limerick king
He composes them on the wing
So hopefully
He'll make one for me
Without any witty sting :p

[Jennifer]

:blush:

~rubs Malc's tummy~ :D

[jabbernaut]

Some great stuff in this thread. I love the limericks. ;)


~tries his first haiku~

Paper on the wind.
Come to kiss me, falling rain,
And I am ruined.


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[lakai]

This is one I've never titled, but it was written for some people in highschool. It's kind of juvenile, but then again, I wasn't even near legal age when I wrote it.

With Strength of mind
And perseverance of heart
He protects us in our times of need
He is a friend of mine--

The Hermit stands alone
Frozen in his time
While he keeps his conscience clear
He is a friend of mine--

The Magician bears the secret
Of disruption in ages past
He keeps his castle free of evil
He is a friend of mine--

The Fool brings, in us, to mind
The love of life we all hold dear
Forever living life on the edge
He is a friend of mine--

And the Star is the focus
One to whom we look
Support in the form of love
She is a friend of mine--

For Strength, the Magician, and the Star
For the Hermit and the Fool
The castle is the meeting place
They are all friends of mine.


I love it. I guess it means something more when I can figure out who the people are. I think it is sweet that you feel that strongly about the closest friends you had and still have from high school

[Curtis]

Dedicated to... er... someone. And one of my first attempts at a shifting rhyme scheme.

Unspoken

There are things we never say
Because we both know what they'd mean
If we allowed them even once to pass our lips

There are words we never use
Because we both know what they do
To the tender balance of warm friendships

There's a word that means so much
We know that we must use with care
Or things will pass the line we've left uncrossed

There's a touch, done just so
That we know we mustn't share
Or we may never be able to stop

A quiet feeling deep inside
That we fear to speak aloud
Hoping but not knowing that the other feels the same

Afraid to speak plainly, too bold to hide
We choose our words with care
And there are some things we never say

[Abraxas77]

Some great poems here, but Malcor's limericks take the cake. :D
Malcor's limericks????? That's the most oxymoronic thing I've ever heard.
What Malcor's written is far too tame to earn the limerick label. True, they follow the rhyming scheme of a limerick, but that doesn't make them a limerick. That genre earned its title from more than just a rhyme scheme. Limericks have this air of ridiculousness about them. They're vulgar, scandalous, and crude. Now, we all know that crude and Malcor might as well be polar opposites, they just don't mix.
There is no such thing a "nice limerick" :p Soooooo, I suggest we call them Nicericks. I know for certain that nice Ricks exist, because I know a few. *nods*

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Bah? Meh......

[sir archely]

hmm...i'm gonna have to disagree with 77 here...limericks don't have to be dirty. ~shrug~ that's why there are dirty limericks. if a limerick was always vulgar, scandalous and crude, why would we bother to specify if one was "dirty" or not?

[Fyrebloom]

these are a few things I wrote when I was 18 and just lost my virginity.

The morning after

It's so hard to part after something like that.
You just want it once more.
You need to have it just once more.

After life has begun anew
and the sun dies away again
do you once again feel
arms and lips and tongues
churning your soul
and you need to have them
just once more

You arouse and arise
the call reaching for you
like the wait before your next cigarette
the time between heartbeats
like the day before your birthday party
or the last drawn breath
you wait for it
just once more

[Abraxas77]

hmm...i'm gonna have to disagree with 77 here...limericks don't have to be dirty. ~shrug~ that's why there are dirty limericks. if a limerick was always vulgar, scandalous and crude, why would we bother to specify if one was "dirty" or not?
Dedicated to those who agree with archely:

Well, my appologies...
I'm sorry you disagree.
So tell me of these we's
You obviously believe.
Are they Irish?
I'm guessing not.
For they're the ones
Who birthed this style
Of lewd poetical form.
Hence the name,
Limerick,
A borough of southwest Ireland.
Origanally used in parties
During breaks from verse
...and what's a Irish party
Without a keg per head?
So drunken rhyming got it started.
Now, since Malcor does not drink
He cannot write a Limerick.
That's the psilly reason.
Drunken Irish (at least durning that time)
Had lots to darken their humor,
or lots of darkness to humor.
Either way, the point is that
That drunken Irish humer equals
vulgar, scandalous and crude...mostly
This is where Limericks get their name,
Do you see why tacking an adjective
Like nice in front of it
Is a bit oxymoronical?
...Not to mention unneccessary.
Just like there is no reason
for saying dirty either.
And finally, poetical styles,
Are more than form and meter
For example: a sonnet
is also defined by three motifs
Praise of the lady (or man)
Immortality through verse
and/or one other I can't remember just now.
Likewise, Limericks are also defined by
a rather lewd motif.

One more psilly arguement:
That all these arguements,
Even though I [mostly] written in poetic form
(I gave up meter and rhyme after the first four lines)
They are not a poem, just a bad immitation of one.

...and at least I was nice enough tocall
Malcor's "limericks", "Nicericks"
rather than a bad immitation.

:p

[sir archely]

um. wrong?

http://en2.wikipedia.org/wiki/Limerick_(poetry)

[Abraxas77]

no no no no....i'm not wrong...I just got a bit creative in my etymology...everywhere I looked said the orgins of the word are vague, so I simply filled in a few wholes...

So, do to this ambiguity, our arguements cannot be based on facts. This means its a matter of opinion.

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that said, i'm ending the debate...and thinking of some dedication poems to make up for all this stuff I started in a poetry thread.

oops

[Malcor Sylverwood]

My one true Star sparkling in the night
Strong and true shines my guiding light
Never left alone
She's my touchstone
A word from her sets my universe right

[Apoc]

I've never done any poetry, some haiku, but never poetry. So forgive me if this seems a little crap and soppy but its about my Ex gf.

Your love for me in the past
Was a wasteland of promises in vain
That rotted quietly in my palms
I hope your heart will guide true
For as long as you want
I will always talk to you.

[WingedDancer]

This is for my friends at school, that I'm leaving: Satan, Arianna, and the rest of you.

My world was shattered
In a storm of broken glass
And I stood,
Fragile,
In a way that will never end.

I was lost
Just a small girl,
So sad and impressionable
And so afraid
Of my eternal solitude.

Dear girls,
You will never see
The joy you gave me
As you held my hand,
And led me into life.

I am who you helped me to be
And I will carry,
To my last day,
The memory of your laughter.

[night faerie]

How nostalgic of me to remember
All those nights from a lifetime ago
So many emotions acquired
So many questions posed
On the tip of our hearts and in the pit of our minds
How you saved me,
And I, you
Over and over, every time

How romantic of me to remember
All those days when our spirits were young
All our most difficult rites of passage
And all of our victories won
On the tip of our hearts and in the pit of our minds
Our oppositions attracted
In the end, we were two of a kind

I thought that you might like to know
How things are going back home
Here where our roots remain strong
Here where our memories were born

Who ever imagined you’d go
And I would remain behind
For so long we have shared the same shadow
And as always, we draw our own lines

[WingedDancer]

Very last kiss off to the boy who captured 3 years of my heart. It may not sound pretty, but its raw emotion.

When I see you in the halls
I have to remind myself
That you don't care
Whether I look at you
Or not.

Your eyes flash over me
And I am once more
The shy girl
That saw you from
Across the room
And knew that you
Were the beauty in my darkness.

And I have to forget
The time I danced with you
In the middle of the floor
And how my mind
Couldn't stop whirling
And the clouds
That kept me company
For the next two days.

Because I have to remember
The akwardness
The ugliness
And the frustration I felt
And the cold grim reality
That I wasn't worthy of you.

Why, I'll never know
But I still beleive
That you and I
Would have worked
Because I see myself in you
A truer part of me
The part that you never bothered to see.

I'll still hear songs and think of you.
That I cannot help.
I'll see think of you in a band
And smiles I never captured

Now in the halls.
I've learned not to look.

[satan]

some of you may remember this one..

who it was too will not be known, but have no fear it was about someone:

I composed a verse for you this morning
Somewhere in between my teeth and getting dressed
Hummed it all the way through my shower
And now I’ll be damned if I can remember a line

I danced a rhythm for you today
A pulsing beat that drove my feet
And pushed my thoughts every which way
But they ended back with you

I painted a picture for you this evening
Wistful fancies of things I’d like to do
With you, and only you
But a storm took it away from me
Now I can't even remember my own fancies

I wrote a poem for you tonight
About the way you stick in my head
Like a fly to a trap
Not a single word of it still lurks in my mind

I created a world for you today
But you weren't there to see it

[Buck]

Dedicated to a goose...

Ice cream is yummy
Ice cream is tasty
Ice cream is in my tummy
Ice cream headache cause eaten hasty.

:p

[WingedDancer]

Dedicated to... a forbidden crush!

Your smile,
Is the greatest smile I've seen.
And now I see it everywhere.
I really shouldn't look at you this way.
As we hold pinkies
And I feel your hand
And how wonderful it is against mine
And I really shouldn't like it this much.
Knowing the number that lies between us.

Because it is forbidden
And dangerous
And so very wonderful
Feeling for you,
What I hope
(to God)
Is an unknown crush.

[satan]

dedicated to the woman i met today at tex...
shes bi-polar, and tried to comit suicide 7 times in the last year... i knew all this before i knew her name

not quite how i wanted this to turn out... i'm thinking of writing it as a first person short story..

She sat at the table across from mine
Too much to do and too much coffee
She recounted her story quietly
Making me lean closer
At every whirr of the espresso machine
She was sitting on the sidewalk
In the arms of her soon-to-be lover
She didn’t quite remember getting there
But the bruises would remind her of what happened next
Shoved against a brick wall
Handcuffed and shoved to the back of the car
Somehow she slipped out of the cuffs
They put them back on
Only after the abuse
It’s not hard to hit a drunk girl
She wore the purple bracelets for days
After a never-ending minute they stopped
Jerked out of the car
Pen shoved in hand
“Sign here ma’am”
“… Just let me read it”
“just sign!”
Crammed in a cell
Stripped
Searched
Judged
Given crotch-less pants
Neck-less shirt
Huddled around a ball of fear
Sometimes she remembers
The humiliation, the hate, the horror
And withdraws again
Into the comforting arms of disgrace

[Muffin]

From a sister to a brother

Your my smile when i wake in the morning
My sweet dream when i sleep at night
A shoulder when i need to cry
A ray of sunshine on a rainy day
The brightest star in a dulling sky
No matter what my mood you always cheer me up
The sound of your voice always warms my heart
Your always there when needed
Lol even when your not :p
I will always be your sister
Ignore the miles apart
Blood means nothing in this relationship
Because we're always together in heart

[Waffles]

:blush: :blush: :blush: :blush: :blush: :blush: :blush:

Oh man! That is so sweet! :D :love: :love:

[night faerie]

ok when I was in jr. high, I used to abbreviate "best friend" as "be free". Thats the inside scoop on this one. I wrote it for my two best girlfriends, who I've been best friends with since we were like 11.

8-18-99
Be Free
You two are my sisters
My childhood, my dreams
You two know my heartaches
My silliness, my schemes
You two remind me who I am
The me beneath the me
The good, the bad
The forever, the fad
The heart, the soul
The journey, the goal
And you two keep me free
:love:

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Lovely Mesaana
Knows all my inner nature
Sweet to me anyway

[jabbernaut]

... a fantasy and a friend

She's a painful kind of beautiful.
Such an enrapturing tragedy,
Making me long for the the solace that comes
With being numb.
But with her every smile the pain persists.
As we walk together
I wish to hold her hand
But mine are heavy and withered.
She lay beside me
And I am paralyzed.
Do I dare to touch?
Even to look?
To envision what could be
Were I to advance
And be overpowered,
Perhaps by her defense,
Or by my own surrender?
Such would be to reap my ruin,
For she takes no prisoners
And gives no quarter.
So I will conceal my wounds until I am alone
When I may suffer in peace,
Replaying again
The joyous trauma of her company.
And should I ever return
To escape this haunting,
I would make my grave in our last embrace.

[Jennifer]

Wow, I would have given you rep but I have to spread some around first. That was very beautiful.

[ChiChi]

You must spread some Reputation around before giving it to jabbernaut again.

That was beautiful jab... ::reads again::

[ChiChi]

I’m sorry for the grief I’ve caused
I’m sorry for the mistakes I’ve made
I’m sorry for the time I’ve wasted
But there’s none of it I’d trade

We were once a fresh rose
So flawless and pure
But then time passed
And we are in need of a cure

We are wrinkled and dried
Never again to be the same
But we don’t have to give up
We just need another aim

We’re like a dried red rose
So delicate, yet so fair
We only need one thing
Some tender loving care

So please take up my offer
It’s not much that I’ll ask
Let’s take a deep breath
And remove our mask

[night faerie]

A little fazey
A little free
A little crazy
and a cup of tea

too many times
questions, answers
too many phases
order, scattered
my mind rolls
around and around
dizzy, I sit down

A little fazey
A little mist
A little hazy
A midnight tryst

Alone in the dark again
Lifted, shifted and gifted
Rooted, restless and reflective
my mind turns over and over
dizzy, I sit down

At my hand
a fuzzy kitten
I wonder how
she understands
she blinks her eyes
and stretches
I take the hint
and yawn

[dark fuschia]

Oh Lyle, thou art a lurgling gumbleblut
of curdling grinkles rare and fetid
of stinky mubgrots frooped and bloated
and gelatinous goobers firm and scroted
so beautiously primped and pleated
so melodiously gimped and toasted
Oh Lyle, thou art a fine reflections poster!

[Malcor Sylverwood]

Tatum is the woman from the coast
Of her friendship I think I can boast
A great many smiles
Trust across the miles
I humbly offer her this toast

-Malcor "Cheers" Sylverwood

[sir archely]

to go with the toast, i offer this jelly.
to make it complete, a nice gift for smelly.

[dark fuschia]

I wrote this for his birthday, but on a scrap of paper which I lost, and found it today :D

He lives in realms of sweet fancy
Of heros and kings
Of lofty noble things
He is a warrior brave
To honour a slave
There is kindness at his core
Which shines even more
Than his appetite for sin
Like smokes and liquor
And giving doors a bloody good kicker
Oh what a guy!! :D

[Darth Everhate]

In my heaven I see a field of grass smiled upon by golden beams
Butterflies dance about as I watch, ears upturned.
I lick the ground in hope of catching a taste of something new.
Animals of all sorts call from their stuffed playtoy bodies
As those I love follow me in hopes to take them from me.
Those that I love most are always near,
their toes eager to be licked.
They wait in the kitchen ready to give me treats
And are always around so that I may finish my meals.
Here no one ever leaves and I am happy as they are,
And will be until we meet again.

[dark fuschia]

there once was this fella called lyle
who spoke in an elegant style
he conversed away
til the break of the day
on concepts both delicate and wild!

Lyle said I have to post that so everyone can know how great he is :umm:

[Lyle]

hmph, I did no such thing. :eyebrow:

to she of the crooked nose,
to she of invisible friends
and imaginary foes.
to she who lives day to day
always with something strange to say
to she who spurns the lylistic way.

wendy wendy, always wendy
is what she'll speak about.
i try to tell her its not trendy
to yell and curse and shout.
I was raised too long and well
to know quite what to do.
I suspect there's a place in hell
for a ghastly hag like you! Like You!!

...wendy-poo... :p

[Apoc]

When I am king,
you will be firsssst aaaagainst the wall,
(with) your opinion,
which is of no consequence at all.

You wouldn’t stop your noise,
when others wanted rest,
from all the unborn chick'ns...in your heeeeead.

You buzz like a fridge,
your like a detuned radio,
kick'n and scream'n, kiwi lil piggy.
Wwho will remember, who will remember,
no-one will remember your name, so much you’ve tried.
:p

an apocalyptic radiohead variation for ummm that guy...who was he again? :broken: