Dusky
Succubus
Ohhh, I love Vienna Teng. Good pick, Cirno!
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Me too. I couldn't have done it without my friends. What did you think about the actual poem?Anomaly said:I'm glad things have improved, Kes. ( )
Thanks for the feedback. I wrote that poem fairly quickly, and did some minor editing before I posted it. I really love writing poetry, and I've used it as a way to cope.Anomaly said:There's some neat phonetic agreement here and there that I think you should expand on - alliteration, internal rhyme, repetition, etc. Those things are a wonderful habit to pick up early on and it seems like you're on your way!
The poem is lacking in metaphor and the line lengths vary wildly, which is a little off-putting. Narrative poems take skill to get right without sounding like a story with weird wording.
I wish I could hype cookie this.Killigrew said:On the Great Peasant's Revolt of 1524, as seen by Martin Luther
When lust for blood by sacred writ is hid,
When rebel’s cause with goodness must be rid,
The righteous soul is burning hot with flame;
A zealous love of God cannot be tamed.
To thee I sing, Great Muse, this tale of woe,
This tale of peasants’ hate so hot, so full
Of rulers’ hearts all cold, of hypocrites and wolves,
And of I, Luther, man that stands on Law of God alone.
With sweat and tears they stain the German soil
They cry, they shout, lament the peasants’ toil
No man with words of courtly way will speak
as witness to their woes, but Ulrich, meek,
a smith that seeks first pray’r, he will go.
And since the churches gathered, prayed to know
the wisdom to assault the minds up high,
thus light of truth, the words to say did shine.
But not a one of rulers then would heed,
And not one’s ear would bend to peasant’s creed.
I thought at first their cause was right and good,
Since Word of God they sought just as they should.
But great grew hate, and patience thin, and since
No words would do, all swore to slay their prince,
To side with Satan’s evil, rotten whim.
“I warn you now,” I cried aloud to them.
This will not stand! You Christian counterfeits
Have held a hoax you must be quick to quit.
Those rulers God has put in place to rule,
You throw aside, you risk your very soul.
By sword and steel you step on towards the throne
Ward’s life you spill inside his very home,
And rape and thieve and justify your ill
To drink, and eat, and daily take your fill,
Use scripture, rhyme, and reason falsely known
A testament of hell, not heav’n, you own
Woes are no claim to kingship, that you know.”
“May it be fear that strikes thy cruel deeds down,
for foolish crowing victory loud is heard
by princes high. They come to crush you poor,
you, the impoverished, weak in Heaven’s eyes.
They come with armies great, so great, so fear
their gleaming armor, arrows, shields and spears.
Thus, ‘tis better you shudder, weep, and plead!
Lay aside your makeshift arms, surrender
fast, be quick. Cry out, while chance yet remains
lest Lordly Princes think, recall your ways,
that mercy to blood of blue none of you
would give."
No more. No thought. No eyes of mine.
I turn aside. May my face no longer see
the ugly mess of unjust kings
and their rebellious hands.
There’s wicked sin on all their souls;
each one affronts and galls.
Cry and curse, do make thy panic plainJays said:Pfft she's come to watch this die, if for any reason at all.
T'is oncoming death has her mark all over.
Don't be fooled, poor Doosk, for it is she who orchestrated the end of Coffee.
Thus thy came to gloat over thy victory.
Begone, villain! Go harm some other maiden's sacred place!