Poems for the Poetry Contest! (soul, blood, hell, worship)

[FyreBrigidIce]

michel, I do not mind at all.

[Isis-Astoroth]

This poem I wrote one afternoon simply to see if I could. It's not serious and its meant to sound cheesy.

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If you wish to become almighty
It might do to take my advice
Being a god is quite hard work
So don't forget the price.

Here I mention the high Lord,
Sitting on his throne,
He never thought that he might
End up slightly more alone.

God had all his angels
His precious Lucifer too
But the morning star had other ideas
He felt he was in a zoo.

And God was the animal keeper
So much higher than the rest
"I'll show that fat idiot " He said
I'm going to be the best!

So the rebel angel went around
And whispered in the ears
About his cunning takeover plan
Of any who would hear.

And so it was decided
They got out all the rope
To tie up their big-headed god with
So they could wash his mouth out with soap.

The angels crept into God's bedroom
Lucifer saw the crown on the bed
He picked it up but was seen by guards
Before it got anywhere near his head.

"I trusted you!" said All-high-and-mighty
He was a little bit peeved
So he threw them down to his sewage pit
And went back to his afternoon tea.

Lucifer and the angels were angry
They hated the terrible smell
They set fire to some brimstone
To make it a better place to dwell.

God thought his world so perfect
He thought his people true
So Lucifer in spite set out
To tempt it all to undo.

So here's your cautionary tale
Of what happens with free-will
Don't shove your lowlings in prison
And let them pick up the bill.

Or Your people won't like you
The rest might need a shrink
Til the other Lucifers of the world
Will teach them all to think.

[Isis-Astoroth]

A much more serious poem of mine. Although its freeform, i'm not sure under what title it would fit under.

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Water softly leaves
The starving soil of grey,
So the rose may drown,
In the suffocation of thirst.

The petals wilt;
Their tenderness at rest,
With their colour replaced
By the desirous sepia.

The thorns still stand
Like the towers of old
In a battle not over,
But a battle that they know is lost.

It's strength evanescing,
The stem bows to the sun;
Fighting the ultimate master,
Who wins all; Claims all.

Capillary roots wither,
Time is up for them,
Beats them like the rest,
A whip that has no mercy.

Death has a scent,
One of untold mystery,
Replacing the aroma
Of sweet sunlight.

Slow and harrowing,
A knife splits the seam,
Of something so curious,
Of beauty believed.

[huajiro]

I like it Isis, I like it alot

[michel]

Oh not so subtle Man....


In all humility lies the greatest vanity
For as the preacher said "Vanity of vanities … all is vanity,”
he knew of what he spoke,
and in that vein drew blood from introvert humility,
and unmasked it for the vanity which it contained.

Nature's sweet revenge on our facaded ways is cunning hid,
and yet the answer's clear to see:
The tree that bears his fruit in leafy solitude,
that tree that laps the sun, and drains the rain;
His bark is there to see, but not to hear....
The silent, humble tree, so full of vanity.

And in the winters of his life,
He stands a naked crippled being,
and yet so stout and firm,
but swaying sometime to the winter wind.
Bleak in his nudity, oustripped of all that leaves
his branches bare, for there the frost to gnaw,
and sometime kill a part of him.....
The silent, humble tree, so full of vanity.

The rains of spring will fall and make him green again;
he'll try once more to do his best to turn another leaf,
to do the best he can, for which he was designed,
before cruel frost and dark beset his soul once more,
and turn his humble nakedness into brash vainglorious vanity,
The silent, humble tree, so full of vanity.

[Lycan]

A sonnet for you...

Fierce

He delivers his ardent, crushing blow

With love’s savage blade he has pierced my breast

And like blood from a wound my ardor flows

With passions fierce drum pounding in my chest

He arouses my dark savage desire

Lust rages through this lascivious maid

My heart is empowered with his intense fire

This precocious love for him will not fade

My vehement heart is fully rendered

With rapacious skill he devours his prey

His fevered quest ends in my surrender

My defenses fallen to him this day

The will of this knight has captured my heart

And to him, all my love I shall impart