Stargazer86
05-02-2009, 10:44 PM
I found some of my old journals and thought I'd share a couple of poems I wrote several years ago. I know the rhyming is a bit forced etc...they're far from perfect (really quite ameteur). I just wanted to start posting to help inspire me to start writing and journaling again. The forum rules say to post poems together in the same thread if you're posting on the same day which is why I have these all together.
Out Damned Spot
Inspired by MacBeth
Wash the blood
From my hands
That are so crimson stained
In a world alone
My only company
Is the blood
Of royalty
That so revenges me
In my grey castle
Upon the grey moors
The blood flows
Painting all they grey
And drowning me within
Waste Not Your Roses
inspired by the movie "American Beauty"
You waste your money on roses
And your tears on a stone
I beg you to know that I'm not here
To Heaven I have flown
The roses shroud an empty corpse
And will one day die as well
Understand, I'm no longer here
I've escaped your earthly Hell
Let the roses grow wild
And remember me that way
Of free and natural beauty
You'll understand one day
Perseus
Danae, the king's daughter, the oracle said,
Would have a son who'd kill him dead,
The king in fear, locked her in a cell.
From the sky, golden showers fell,
Danae welcomed this, new in her life,
She bore Zeus' son though not his wife.
The king was shocked and scared to see
"This child," he thought "will kill me!"
He locked the girl and her son in a chest,
Into an ocean on an island found rest.
Danae and the child were found by a man,
He took them in, to his wife they ran.
They all lived happy for years until
An evil king's eyes on Danae fell.
He knew he must rid of Perseus, now grown,
And thought he would turn him to stone.
What came to mind was Medusa's stare,
Which mortals and gods could not bear.
Perseus was sent on this mission to die,
But Hermes came with sandals to fly,
Bringing a shield to mirror the face
Of the mortal Medusa of the Gorgon race.
He gave a sword that was sure to kill
He must do this task, he swore he will!
The helment of Hades would hide him well,
A gift that would save him, from the master of Hell.
Under Hermes guide, found three women, one eye,
"Who took it?!" they screeched, "Tell us why!"
The sisters without the eye that he had
Decided to finally help the poor lad,
They told him how to reach the isle
Where Gorgons live, evil and vile.
Never looking into her eyes, he cut of the head
Put it in a bag; Medusa was dead.
ON the way home from this awful feat,
In the sea a woman he did meet,
Andromeda, her name, lovely her face,
Her mother's vanity, she took her place.
She did this brave, to her mother true,
Perseus took the sword and the dragon he slew.
She was to have been it's human meal.
Her happy parents made a deal,
He took her home to be his bride,
With tears of joy, Danae cried,
The evil king sat stonefaced and still.
Reunited with her father, he swore not to kill,
But he threw his discus in the game,
The oracle's prediction truely came.
Despite his death, they moved past
And in the end, they were happy at last.
Out Damned Spot
Inspired by MacBeth
Wash the blood
From my hands
That are so crimson stained
In a world alone
My only company
Is the blood
Of royalty
That so revenges me
In my grey castle
Upon the grey moors
The blood flows
Painting all they grey
And drowning me within
Waste Not Your Roses
inspired by the movie "American Beauty"
You waste your money on roses
And your tears on a stone
I beg you to know that I'm not here
To Heaven I have flown
The roses shroud an empty corpse
And will one day die as well
Understand, I'm no longer here
I've escaped your earthly Hell
Let the roses grow wild
And remember me that way
Of free and natural beauty
You'll understand one day
Perseus
Danae, the king's daughter, the oracle said,
Would have a son who'd kill him dead,
The king in fear, locked her in a cell.
From the sky, golden showers fell,
Danae welcomed this, new in her life,
She bore Zeus' son though not his wife.
The king was shocked and scared to see
"This child," he thought "will kill me!"
He locked the girl and her son in a chest,
Into an ocean on an island found rest.
Danae and the child were found by a man,
He took them in, to his wife they ran.
They all lived happy for years until
An evil king's eyes on Danae fell.
He knew he must rid of Perseus, now grown,
And thought he would turn him to stone.
What came to mind was Medusa's stare,
Which mortals and gods could not bear.
Perseus was sent on this mission to die,
But Hermes came with sandals to fly,
Bringing a shield to mirror the face
Of the mortal Medusa of the Gorgon race.
He gave a sword that was sure to kill
He must do this task, he swore he will!
The helment of Hades would hide him well,
A gift that would save him, from the master of Hell.
Under Hermes guide, found three women, one eye,
"Who took it?!" they screeched, "Tell us why!"
The sisters without the eye that he had
Decided to finally help the poor lad,
They told him how to reach the isle
Where Gorgons live, evil and vile.
Never looking into her eyes, he cut of the head
Put it in a bag; Medusa was dead.
ON the way home from this awful feat,
In the sea a woman he did meet,
Andromeda, her name, lovely her face,
Her mother's vanity, she took her place.
She did this brave, to her mother true,
Perseus took the sword and the dragon he slew.
She was to have been it's human meal.
Her happy parents made a deal,
He took her home to be his bride,
With tears of joy, Danae cried,
The evil king sat stonefaced and still.
Reunited with her father, he swore not to kill,
But he threw his discus in the game,
The oracle's prediction truely came.
Despite his death, they moved past
And in the end, they were happy at last.