Ok, so it's time to vote on who the winner is when it comes to this random poetry contest. Now, since there weren't actually that many entries, we can't put them into categories, so they're just all in there together. But before the poems, it's time for the rules for voting:
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You can only vote once.
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You can't vote for your own poem.
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Only votes should go on this thread, not discussions. Take your derailing ways elsewhere, demons!
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When you vote, put the title, the author, and the reason you voted for it in your post.
So without further ado, the poetry!
The Den by Aeon_Spiral
In my den I sit observing
A spider weaving its web
Twisting turning
Making sure every thread is in its place
So meticulous is his making
It makes me wonder
his reason for shaping
And for invading my den
But more fascinating is his dedication
Simply unrelenting
In his complex fabrication
that has been constructed across my den
but what is its true reason for being
Is it for sifting through the dust
or for more important meaning
Nothing else moves across my den
Maybe its there just in spite
Maybe just simply to show
How I dwindled away slowly
Oh so slowly sitting lonely in my den
Consequences by NecroKnight
In my bed I lie,
the other men drink and party,
even orcs are less uncivilized and dirty.
Why? Why can't they all just die!
I march with them, during the day and night,
and with them I must fight.
They are free-spirited and wild,
acting like an idiot child.
The war went on,
they all enlisted, dragged me along.
Hate them for this; they called themselves man,
mocked me that: "Who doesn't enlist is old or a woman".
I'm a youngman,
human like any enlisted man.
Them...they are stupid...young.
Yet chat like crazy, never holding back their tongue.
They act like they're the best.
Bunch of fools, who will die like the rest.
My time spend training with the seasoned men,
while they spend their time flirting with women.
Through my teeth I lie,
when I eat with them everyday.
They will fall in battle and die.
I wish for it day by day.
They act like they're are the greatest.
My childhood crush loves one of them,
he acts like he's the strongest.
I hate all of them.
I know my armor and sword,
when I fight against the orcish horde,
they think this is a childish game.
Hope they can be heroes and gain fame.
The day finally comes by,
I see in battle as they all die.
I'm stronger and fast,
their existance wasn't meant to last.
The battle soon ends; I'm the last man in my group.
I return with the rest of the troops.
Now they're all dead,
a bunch of fools, following a fools lead.
I sit in our barracks,
among the empty sleeping sacks.
I wanted this to happen...
but why does my soul miss them?
Over-Thrown by HugsGoodbye
In all its might and splendor
a ray of hope shining bright
The warrior,victor and feather of lead
a sweet song has taken flight.
I can't tell you of the tears
I've robbed from the trees of my land
if I do the knightly hue fast
will no longer find its hand.
Shallows are hiding the jinx of my heart
and few make it back to the wind
you too have found me behind the plot
so you lay your claim on my bin.
DARK by BerkaZerka
Dark descends from rafter old, its taloned claws grasp to enfold –
Reaching, drawing life within, another soul yields to the cold.
Yet still it hungers; thirsts for more; blackened to the very core –
Searching road and lonely fen, to kill among the frosty hoar.
Till light arises in the east, and golden ray destroy the beast –
Banished like the morning dew; Yet night return another feast.
... by Fireslugger_ICA
Thoughts of a million, clouded minds,
Here her body stands, yet elsewhere her mind exists;
Isolated from the world, time seems to
Stands dead-still, as the flames slowly sputters out,
In the icy stillness of confusion.
She sighs, a long deep, shuddering sigh,
Absent from the present.
Things, fragmented images, vague as can be
Races across the void of her mind, into
Oblivion. A sudden spark, flames re-ignited; she
Looks down, down this very poem,
Letter by letter...this is a troll. (not :P)
Sleepless Nights by Amy2
All is sunny, all is good,
All is going as it should,
But I don't want to go back home,
To spend another night alone,
They are coming
You can catch a glimpse of them
If you are paying attention
And feel like indulging in some unhealthy paranoia
They are the shadows
The things that lurk in the corner of your eye
But vanish when put under scrutiny
They keep me from my sleep with their games
It is dark now
The moon isn't enough to drive them away
So I have spent many sleepless nights like this
Hoping the dim bulb would keep the night at bay
I wait for the sun
And when it finally arrives I have an hour or three
To get the sleep that evades me at night
For fear keeps it away until daylight
All is sunny, all is good,
All is going as it should,
But I don't want to go back home,
To spend another night alone,
I can't go on like this
Every night is more tiring than the last
Yet fear keeps my eyes wide open the whole time
Seeking distraction after distraction after distraction
It's my own fault
For indulging in childish fantasies during the day
Joyfully letting my imagination run wild
Forgetting the dark side that assaults me at night
The morning is close
So close I can practically touch it, yet I am afraid
I am afraid to rise from my bed
Because I think the worst is waiting for me to abandon my sanctuary,
So I stay
I seem to be patient and calm and cool
But I am tense and anxious and sweating up a storm
Until the sun finally breaks over the horizon
All is sunny, all is good,
All is going as it should,
But I don't want to go back home,
To spend another night alone,
I think I'm mad
Either that or I'm going mad
Driven to madness by this endless cycle
Day then night, joy then fear, awake then still awake
They won't leave
I've asked them nicely to go but they still won't listen
I don't think it's healthy to talk to them
The terrifying hallucinations that keep me from sleep
Maybe I should get help
It couldn't hurt, but I don't have enough energy
These sleepless nights take it all
And use it to beg the sun to return
Here it comes now
The saving grace that ends the torment
At least, until it leaves me alone again
But I would prefer not to think about that until then
For all is sunny, all is good,
All is going as it should,
But I'll just end up back at home,
Spending every night alone.
