The Poetist Passion

The Poetlover · Post by **The Poetlover** » Mon Nov 10, 2003 5:25 pm

Hello,we are starting a new guild here called "The poetist passion",it’s a club where you post your creativity…it's different then most Guilds out there,then "protecting the innocent out of danger" we are more to "Protecting culture out of extinction"..

Poetry is a very interesting to do,you have the chance to show of your talent,your views,view other people views, and other then that,if your really good with it...fame of course,we don’t have meeting ussually but mostly posting our creativity in this board…where its easier to access and more people is able to read and enjoy your talent..

Rules to parcitipate:

-you don’t need to be a member,you may post your poetry here anytime,but make sure your poetry have something to do with the topic.
-multiple poetry posting is not oppose,chatting is aloud but atleast not too much
-there will be no flaming,but you can post your opinion

Others:

-Will post mostly two topic everymonth,mostly to do with illarion
-They will be a contest coming soon
-send me a topic if its interesting

- The Poetlover

The Poetlover · Post by **The Poetlover** » Mon Nov 10, 2003 5:27 pm

Our first topic:Beautiful Elves of Trollsbane

paul laffing · Post by **paul laffing** » Mon Nov 10, 2003 7:15 pm

This is a tribute to Elaralith:

Elves so smelly,
They make me sick,
They remind me of
The ugly stick

When I walk
Through the town
I see an elf
And it makes me frown

I always cringe
When I see their face
The bloated bodies
Ugh... its a disgrace.

Far away
Across the field
Hiding
Behind my shield

I am hurt
No more
I see the humans
That I adore.

Arkadia Misella · Post by **Arkadia Misella** » Mon Nov 10, 2003 7:30 pm

Reads the poem and fall on the ground laughing
"...and oh how that fits Elaralith so well too....the ugly stick...."
Arkadia stands up and laughs all the way the home

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Mon Nov 10, 2003 8:54 pm

Paul,Ark........you sicken me.

Drathe · Post by **Drathe** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 2:53 am

Oio naa elealla alasse’

The breeze was in her hair and it played it like the grass,
Her eyes shone brown as oak and clear as polished glass.
Skin so soft, feels like cotton to the touch,
She never knew that the elven gods had given her so much.
A diamond among pebbles in a flowing stream of life,
Breasts and hips for birth of child and loyalty for a wife
Features and manner to entice human lust,
A secrets generations old, she was given to entrust
Ears the shape extraordinary and interesting to the look,
Body shaped in perfection to fill an artist’s book.
Just what human could capture such a heart,
To warm his life so short and a world apart.

paul laffing · Post by **paul laffing** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 3:00 am

Can I write a poem about Drathe next?

Val De Gausse · Post by **Val De Gausse** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 3:18 am

I saw we switch topics, being that elven poetry can go on forever.

Falantine · Post by **Falantine** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 5:50 am

a short poet for those beutiful Elf i offended,im sorry:

Beutiful elf at my side
Slender hip
Tender eye
and a gentle mind
someday you will be mine

Your nobility is more then art
you caught me right in my heart
your looks and scent make me fly
oh i wish i would just die

please,forgive me please
i have done a terrible deed
please forgive me with your gentle heart
i never ment to slap your butt

Arkadia Misella · Post by **Arkadia Misella** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 6:37 am

An Ode To Dwarves

Dwarves are useless
and quite annoying
reek of sweaty feet
and get rather boring

I hate their faces
I hate their voices
How would I kill them
there are so many choices

Boiling and torturing
then burning in their beds
Skining them alive
Or using rocks to crush their heads

The only problem I see
very powerful yet discrete
Is they birth their children so fast
but hey, at least we will never run out of Dwarf Meat!

~~Ark~~

Bloodhearte · Post by **Bloodhearte** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 6:45 am

The sun
So bright, yellow, luminating the land
How it poisons me
It burns a blinding light
A light I never want to see again

The furnaces surround my abode
Built as the antidote for my poison
They are constantly lit
Spewing clouds of black and grey

I am home

The smoke blankets the sky, day and night
There is no longer a difference
I feel protected
I feel cured

The poison that is the sun, gone

-Vahkos Nosral
~Priest of Cherga~

Arkadia Misella · Post by **Arkadia Misella** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 6:54 am

My Lovely Boots

I own a pair of boots
that always stay on my feet
they are very comfortable
and they are pretty neat

These boots are made of leather
with iron stiched into the tips
They can be a useful weapon
When kicking someone in the hips

My favorite part about my boots
Which are on my feet the moment I get out of bed
is they produce a wonderful popping sound
when they are crushing a Halflings head

~~Ark~~

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 3:21 pm

Ark, learn how to write BEFORE making a fool of yourself.

Arkadia Misella · Post by **Arkadia Misella** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 3:28 pm

I smell jealousy.
~~Ark~~

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Tue Nov 11, 2003 4:24 pm

ahaha....jealousy?

Sweet Embrace
Is this it? is this what I should be?
people around me, do they care? do they see?
I dont know anymore, I've lost my way.
The shadows seem sweet now, sweet after each day.
why cant people understand, the way it is, the way it will be.
The light confuses me, I cant understand.
Theres only darkness, darkness with a cold hand.
Life is nothing but a lie with another name,
can you blame me for emotion? can you feel my pain?
And I struggle, always struggle for that sweet embrace, hoping, keeping faith to feel it before my dieing day.

-=Sean-san=-

Musical Compisition: Count on my sword (by your side)

You may wander, wherever you may go.
You may wonder, to expand what you know.
You may fight for life, or fight for spite
But remember this, for it will bring you light.

Wherever you will go, whatever you will do, whatever you know and the tools that you use. You can count on my sword, by your side. There is no more reason for you to hide. Now I can bring the world to light. You can count on my sword, by your side.

If you need it I will provide, if you want it I can subside. If you need a person there for you, or if you need someone you can trust to defend you from fools.

I may not be able to defend you from life, but I can try to shield you from chaos and the opposite of light. If I should fail, I want you to know..

Wherever you will go, whatever you will do, whatever you know and the tools that you use. You can count on my sword, by your side. There is no more reason for you to hide. Now I can bring the world to light. You can count on my sword, by your side.

If my magic could heal wounds, if my body could seal tombs, if my life ment as much to you to me,I could suceed, I would suceed.

When your sad, rest on my shoulder, and when the weather seems colder, use my cloak I'll give you gold when your broke.

Just remember these things that I say to you...and be aware, even in greying hair..

Wherever you will go, whatever you will do, whatever you know and the tools that you use. You can count on my sword, by your side. There is no more reason for you to hide. Now I can bring the world to light. You can count on my sword, by your side.

And when its all done and everyone is gone, and all that remains is the moon and the sun, I want you to remember, just remember the words that I hum.

Wherever you will go, whatever you will do, whatever you know and the tools that you use. You can count on my sword, by your side. There is no more reason for you to hide. Now I can bring the world to light. You can count on my sword, by your side.

Wherever you will go, whatever you will do, whatever you know and the tools that you use. You can count on my sword, by your side. There is no more reason for you to hide. Now I can bring the world to light. You can count on my sword, by your side.

-=Sean-san=-

After the storm.
It all seems so peacefull now, like it never happened.
Just a faded memory of the screaming wind.
just a dream.
The valley stands, under the sun.
In the distance, the sound of the river as it runs through the mountains. Where just earlier lightning and rain struck,
now is dorment and damp.
The rumble of thunder calls me from the distance,
must I? should I?
And that which I heed, after the storm.

-=Sean-san=-

(( all writing expressed in the post is the property of me (Sean-san AkA Las), any use of this material without approval will be used in a criminal case (C) Sean-san 2003 ))

Bloodhearte · Post by **Bloodhearte** » Wed Nov 12, 2003 6:36 am

I must disagree, Sean. Ark's are straight forward, where as yours drag on quite a distance regarding subjects that are all too common to care about.

-Vahkos Nosral
~Priest of Cherga~

Konstantin K · Post by **Konstantin K** » Wed Nov 12, 2003 7:35 am

When no one is around Konstantin browses through the artwork, as he reads Nosral's lines. Without a word he starts applauding. He silently leaves, after putting a small note up on his dagger.

Requiem eternam dona
Eis domine et lux perpetua.
Luceat eis te decet
Hymnus dias in Zion.

Difunctis domine et lux perpetua.
Requiem eternam dona...

Zarah · Post by **Zarah** » Wed Nov 12, 2003 11:08 am

Zarah reads the last lines and thinks about them for a short moment and remembers the one that once spoke them to her. Remembering the first night she saw him in his hut she writes:

"velut inter ignis luna minor"

She smiles and goes.

Valdonyr Alkidor · Post by **Valdonyr Alkidor** » Wed Nov 12, 2003 2:30 pm

Valdonyr passes by the posts, reads the poems, and tries to scribble something with a huge grin on his face...

oh what lousy creatures
nature has made
when it felt too sick
and knew not what else to create

with long beards they pass by
groaning and moaning
short little creatures
who to be tall are longing

they love too much gold
coal and iron
mining and smithing
makes their spirits so old

the most clever solution
to make a dwarf cry
is to cut off his beard
or put it on fire

oh what lousy creatures
nature has made
when it felt too sick
and knew not what else to create

till nowadays nature feels sorry
for creating the shortie
who dwell underground
for they are so faulty

Signed by the Elf

Fooser · Post by **Fooser** » Wed Nov 12, 2003 8:56 pm

Here is my poetry masterpiece, also a monument to my Dwarf friends.

No Better

Oh Tialdin, when you come
It makes me frown
I cannot see you, then I look down
And then I see your ugly fake crown
And your beard, crusty and brown..

Oh Dwarves, when I think of you
Sitting in Silverbrand, hoarding Coal
You often remind me, of a mole
I would like to string you from a pole
In that sorry excuse for a hole..

Oh Dwarves, when I see you
It makes me sick
Watching the lips you lick
When you come near me, you kick
And see the nose you like to pick

Oh Tialdin, what a judge!
Always guilty, never a nudge
Stubborn, and will refuse to budge
How you like to hold a grudge

Oh Dwarves, when I imagine
I would never like to see you nude
Or slobber down your nasty food
Never seen anyone so rude
Often wondered how you could be so crude

Oh Dwarves, love your riches
Always clutching to some kind of gold
Like a piece of bread and mold
How many times were you told
Your "king" is very foolish and old

Oh Tialdin, when peering at you
Always wanting to fight
Never accepting that your not right
Guarding your riches day and night
Having a false sense of might

Oh Dwarves, just admiring you
Always taking out your sharp long axe
Never bothering to look at the facts
Testing our patience to the max

Oh dwarves, when studying you
It makes me cry
Do you wonder why?
Because you cannot behave
Go back to your filthy cave

Oh Tialdin, how I remember
When you took out your bow
I knew you would sink that low
Down to the ground
No better leader to be found.

~~-ƒòò§é®-~~

paul laffing · Post by **paul laffing** » Thu Nov 13, 2003 1:39 am

Blah, blah, blah, you guys have horrible poetry.

Drathe, how I love your ears
Everyday they seem taller
All my beers
Couldn't make them seem smaller.

They're funny and big
They get in my way
sure, for ear wax you can dig
but its girls' greatest dismay

Your ears scare the girls
They run as fast as they can
Before your eyes are swirls
After staring at this poor, poor man.

~Paul Laffing~

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Thu Nov 13, 2003 1:48 am

Brendan thinks long and hard before putting pen to paper...unfortunately he didn't think long enough

My Cat Sniffles

Back on Murregan, where I came from I had a cat called, Sniffles.
Sniffles was yellow, and oft she felt quite mellow.

Now, this verse shall make you think,
My cat Sniffles was coloured pink.

"How now?!" I hear you say
It all happened one fateful day

The reason my cat has such odd coloured hair
Is because she was washed, with mumsies underwear.

Brendan Mason

Zare · Post by **Zare** » Thu Nov 13, 2003 3:03 am

A Floating Ship

A floating ship
A rocking ship
A smelly, thick with dead ship
The Elves all fought
The Orcs all fought
A lone Halfling filled with pride fought
The Orcs need to pay
I'll hunt them down some day
But what I'll do... I cannot say
I can not fight
Perhaps my height?
I wish I had more might
My heart pierced by Orcish blade
My soul blinded by their shade
My pain and their life is not an even trade
A floating ship
A rocking ship
A smelly, thick with dead ship
The Elves all fought
The Orcs all fought
The fiercest Halfling of all fought

-Zare

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Thu Nov 13, 2003 4:37 am

Heres one for you who insult my obvious talent:

I sold a poem for one hundred gold
While you all sit here with nothing sold
Now stay out here in the cold
While I sell more poems for cash
and you eat your curry and hash
Now pack your bags and leave
Because writing is the only thing that matters to me.
The Returned, Forevermore at your door, so watch your back, Vahk

((I say BIACH you say ME......Biaaaccchhh......Crowd: ME! .....ooh cheap pop, sorry

))

Bloodhearte · Post by **Bloodhearte** » Thu Nov 13, 2003 5:26 am

I never insulted it, I said that the problems were too common to care for, the ones you described. But hey, my poetry isn't for pieces of shiny metal. I feel satisfied wandering the ruins to the west in which I call home.

So worldy, you people are...

-Vahkos Nosral
~Priest of Cherga~

The Returner · Post by **The Returner** » Sun Nov 16, 2003 2:41 am

((OOC Writing I did, figured I'd post it anyways:

Self Destruction:

Sometimes I hate life....
Wanna end it with a knife
Destroy the ever constant strife

what good is this shit for ?
Always the threat of a world ending war
all hope has gone out the door

So where does that leave us all
We could die one day in our very own halls
man made terror, they claim to fight
But instead they make more death and fright

Democracy,failure lies and deceit
None of this mean anything to me
screwing people over for personal gain
people treat life like nothing more then a game

Life aint no game, it cant be reset
When you die you die, and everything is dead
Life don't go forever as it is
But death seems like an only option
A quick way out, easy destruction

Lasukie (Sean-san) November 15th/03 ))

paul laffing · Post by **paul laffing** » Sun Nov 16, 2003 3:08 am

((How terribly dull is all I will say))

A poem about... Brendan's feet!

Such furry feet
delightful to touch
but just be careful
they're smelly... much

If you dare
to touch their stink
you'll be sorry
or so I think

They've melted all
The shoes he wore
They've given grass
a terrible sore

If you see
Brendan one day
Just make sure
to stay out of his way!

~Paul Laffing~

Brendan Mason · Post by **Brendan Mason** » Sun Nov 16, 2003 4:46 am

Bravo, Mr Laffing, bravo!

Klith · Post by **Klith** » Sun Nov 16, 2003 8:27 am

(( My OOC poem, enjoy

Lying with you we watch the skies,
Just happy to see you,
When I look in your eyes.

I'm always here,
Just pick your phone,
I'm always near.

A shoulder to cry on,
When you feel down,
Here for you 'till your sadness is gone.

One day you'll be my wife,
That day I'll be yours,
For the rest of my life.

Written by me 16th Nov 03))

Konstantin K · Post by **Konstantin K** » Sun Nov 16, 2003 10:18 am

If I was ever to put a dagger blade
Into the mouth of every single poet
Who had no idea of what they've said,
Or wrote their words with a goal to get paid,
Then all the blacksmiths willing to trade
Would be out of daggers before you know it.

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