drake_johnson
02-07-2008, 02:42 AM
Hi, this is my best poetry work, written whenever I get inspiration or have an English assignment (some stuff omitted here, of course). I love writing, typically short stories; I've been writing more poetry lately and was wondering if I could get some feedback on it:
Man
This is for all the People
Who know what crisis has befallen.
For those who know that
Right is Right and Wrong is Wrong,
That Good and Evil are White and
Black with no color in between.
For those who love Life and Liberty
Always, even when it would be easier to
Give Life up.
This is for all the Men
Who are strong not in body
Or mind but in Spirit, that quality
That cannot be extinguished,
Cannot be taken away,
Cannot be forgotten, cannot be seen
But felt, like a television turned on
Behind a closed door. That quality
Which is unseeable, indescribable,
Immeasurable, unthinkable, only there:
Life.
This is for all the women
Who stand up and cry,
“No!” Who stand with chest out
And chin high, proudly proclaiming
“You shall not pass!” with the steady
Determination of brick and
The fiery dedication of one who loves another,
Loves Life and Liberty, loves what is
Here and now, not that which is spent
And gone. Who love that which
Cannot be taken from them:
Life.
This is for all the Children
Who are young and new to the
Ways of the World. They are
Called ignorant and inexperienced,
But are strong and knowledgeable.
The Incorruptible that will
Always be the calm island of Hope
In the torrential storm of shattered dreams.
They are the ones who remember that
That which is unconquerable is
Life.
This is for Humanity,
For we are the killers, the rapists,
The adulterers, the maimers, the stealers,
The shooters, the snipers, the bombers,
The drug dealers and buyers,
The watchers, the lookers,
The hearers, the touchers, the curious,
The ignorant, the wise, the imperfect,
The perfect, the laughers, the criers,
The wishers, the hopers, the dreamers.
We are the walkers, speakers, and keepers of
Life.
...
Drift Away
Drift away, drift away
Float the waves and ride the flat
Never more, and always. Live in the
Space you get, between nothing and
All. The end is near and so very far,
Because you are different yet I’m
The same.
Drift out, drift out
Into the abyss of loneliness.
Where all go sometimes but
Some go all times. When the picture
Isn’t a thousand words but a word is a
Thousand pictures is when we’ll be
The same.
Drift farther, drift farther
Until you see the unseeable, because
Only the invisible can see the
Transparent. Because to glimpse the
Unseeable is to see the Divine in all its
Glory. And the seen and unseen will never be
The same.
Drift away, drift away,
And then drift closer, drift closer,
When we are the same; when the
Planets align and Nature sings, when
The trumpets of old cry, and the
Stars collide, but until then,
Drift away, drift away.
...
Destiny
What is this thing that we call Fate,
That thing that saves us from our actions?
What is that thing that tells us what
We were and are and will be?
What is this thing that tells us
That we must do one thing
Because it is our Destiny?
This thing is called a lie,
Irresponsibility. This thing is what
Some say we must do, that they might
Do what they will. Those who wish
Nothing upon others but ruin and despair
So that they might elevate themselves.
That is this thing.
But no: refuse, refuse, refuse.
There is no fate but what we
Make for ourselves. There is
No Destiny but what we have
Left to our own trails, blazed
In recklessness and haste.
...
Will's Speech (a model of Cyrano's "No Thank-You" speech)
And what would you have me do?
Sit back and watch, not think what I think and
Not do as I wish? No thank you!
Watch, as the World goes past and I sit by,
Doing nothing?—No thank you! No, I thank you!
And again I thank you!—But…
To write, to sing, to love,
To view the world as I wish. To sing
At the top of my lungs, with the passion of
Ferocious angels. To live by my dogma: to live
Life to the fullest each and every day. To take
My credo of Carpe Diem and Love. To love
Life and Liberty. To love the woman I love
And for her to love me. To live a life of Legend’ry
Stuff that will inspire tales of heroics.
A Beacon of Light in this world of Dark shall I become.
Yes!
...
Nevermmoar
In House once great and noble bred,
There grow a creeping mould.
And soon, though we may be dead,
It tightens clinging hold.
And ‘twas black Raven that once said,
‘Nevermoar, Nevermoar.’
‘Twas this Great-House once had stood,
For Honour and for glory.
But now encased in inky hood,
Stands corrupt and hoary.
And ‘twas pert Robin that once said,
‘I welcome ye to Sherwood.’
So ‘gainst this Mould we raised our hackle,
And entered ‘to pitch’ed battle.
‘Tis ‘gainst this inky hood we grappled
But now shudders our cold death rattle.
And ‘twas scaled Viper that once said,
‘Come and take thy apple.’
But in House once great and noble bred,
There grow a creeping mould.
And soon, though we may be dead,
It tightens clinging hold.
And ‘twas black Raven that once said,
‘Nevermoar, Nevermoar.’
Man
This is for all the People
Who know what crisis has befallen.
For those who know that
Right is Right and Wrong is Wrong,
That Good and Evil are White and
Black with no color in between.
For those who love Life and Liberty
Always, even when it would be easier to
Give Life up.
This is for all the Men
Who are strong not in body
Or mind but in Spirit, that quality
That cannot be extinguished,
Cannot be taken away,
Cannot be forgotten, cannot be seen
But felt, like a television turned on
Behind a closed door. That quality
Which is unseeable, indescribable,
Immeasurable, unthinkable, only there:
Life.
This is for all the women
Who stand up and cry,
“No!” Who stand with chest out
And chin high, proudly proclaiming
“You shall not pass!” with the steady
Determination of brick and
The fiery dedication of one who loves another,
Loves Life and Liberty, loves what is
Here and now, not that which is spent
And gone. Who love that which
Cannot be taken from them:
Life.
This is for all the Children
Who are young and new to the
Ways of the World. They are
Called ignorant and inexperienced,
But are strong and knowledgeable.
The Incorruptible that will
Always be the calm island of Hope
In the torrential storm of shattered dreams.
They are the ones who remember that
That which is unconquerable is
Life.
This is for Humanity,
For we are the killers, the rapists,
The adulterers, the maimers, the stealers,
The shooters, the snipers, the bombers,
The drug dealers and buyers,
The watchers, the lookers,
The hearers, the touchers, the curious,
The ignorant, the wise, the imperfect,
The perfect, the laughers, the criers,
The wishers, the hopers, the dreamers.
We are the walkers, speakers, and keepers of
Life.
...
Drift Away
Drift away, drift away
Float the waves and ride the flat
Never more, and always. Live in the
Space you get, between nothing and
All. The end is near and so very far,
Because you are different yet I’m
The same.
Drift out, drift out
Into the abyss of loneliness.
Where all go sometimes but
Some go all times. When the picture
Isn’t a thousand words but a word is a
Thousand pictures is when we’ll be
The same.
Drift farther, drift farther
Until you see the unseeable, because
Only the invisible can see the
Transparent. Because to glimpse the
Unseeable is to see the Divine in all its
Glory. And the seen and unseen will never be
The same.
Drift away, drift away,
And then drift closer, drift closer,
When we are the same; when the
Planets align and Nature sings, when
The trumpets of old cry, and the
Stars collide, but until then,
Drift away, drift away.
...
Destiny
What is this thing that we call Fate,
That thing that saves us from our actions?
What is that thing that tells us what
We were and are and will be?
What is this thing that tells us
That we must do one thing
Because it is our Destiny?
This thing is called a lie,
Irresponsibility. This thing is what
Some say we must do, that they might
Do what they will. Those who wish
Nothing upon others but ruin and despair
So that they might elevate themselves.
That is this thing.
But no: refuse, refuse, refuse.
There is no fate but what we
Make for ourselves. There is
No Destiny but what we have
Left to our own trails, blazed
In recklessness and haste.
...
Will's Speech (a model of Cyrano's "No Thank-You" speech)
And what would you have me do?
Sit back and watch, not think what I think and
Not do as I wish? No thank you!
Watch, as the World goes past and I sit by,
Doing nothing?—No thank you! No, I thank you!
And again I thank you!—But…
To write, to sing, to love,
To view the world as I wish. To sing
At the top of my lungs, with the passion of
Ferocious angels. To live by my dogma: to live
Life to the fullest each and every day. To take
My credo of Carpe Diem and Love. To love
Life and Liberty. To love the woman I love
And for her to love me. To live a life of Legend’ry
Stuff that will inspire tales of heroics.
A Beacon of Light in this world of Dark shall I become.
Yes!
...
Nevermmoar
In House once great and noble bred,
There grow a creeping mould.
And soon, though we may be dead,
It tightens clinging hold.
And ‘twas black Raven that once said,
‘Nevermoar, Nevermoar.’
‘Twas this Great-House once had stood,
For Honour and for glory.
But now encased in inky hood,
Stands corrupt and hoary.
And ‘twas pert Robin that once said,
‘I welcome ye to Sherwood.’
So ‘gainst this Mould we raised our hackle,
And entered ‘to pitch’ed battle.
‘Tis ‘gainst this inky hood we grappled
But now shudders our cold death rattle.
And ‘twas scaled Viper that once said,
‘Come and take thy apple.’
But in House once great and noble bred,
There grow a creeping mould.
And soon, though we may be dead,
It tightens clinging hold.
And ‘twas black Raven that once said,
‘Nevermoar, Nevermoar.’