Writers Of All Kinds

[Hellfire]

The warroir burns in hell, but the solider rests in heaven


Warriors fight for gain


Spreading out untold amounts of pain


A solider guards against the warrior


Defending those who cannot defend themselves


A solider is not always a good man


But he fights for the good of others


And he fights alongside his brothers


A warrior is only thinking of Me and I


And as time flies by


He trys to get all he wants from the world


Soliders and warrriors


Locked in a duel old as man


Who will win?


You must understand


That no one knows

 

[Tohoak]

"Warrior is a strong word"


Warrior is called the strong man.


Warrior of the city.


Upholding it on his bare shoulders.


He has no crime but faces pity.


They watch him


Who so gallantly fights


To defend and hold the honor


Of the city that bites.


Hidden behind a false mask of evil


He upholds a righteous stance.


They judge him for what they see


Not for the game of chance he plays.


Though he seems evil he is not.


He holds a fierce form


Frightens off the demons for his loved.


All at the cost of his reputation and honor.


Those who fight to hold honor


In the eyes of others are lies.


Those who cast away honor


Just to protect hold the prize.


Giving away their respect


They earn the best gift of all.


Redemption though the eyes of the knowing.


They no longer have to crawl.


Despised in the eyes


Of their Protected


They still guard with their life


All they can do to the hate is deflect it.


They wait queitly and paitently


For the time they might be realized,


But never will they sound


The soldiers prideful cry.


Don't judge a warrior @Hellfire you may be speaking with one.

 

[Hellfire]

And I am a soldier @Tohoak

 

[Tohoak]

@Hellfire it is like our arguement on Guardians and Protectors. I may just write a poem on that.

 

[Hellfire]

Soliders know what the are signing up for


A literal Hell know as war


But they do it for those they love


Because who else will?


They Fight for us


They win for us


They take pain for us


They die for us


Everything a solider does is for others


He does this alongside his brothers


They are willing to fight for the light


Against any who would snuff it out


A solider is one to be respected


He may not be the best person


He may not be the best solider


But that won't stop him from doing what needs to be done

 

[Tohoak]

"Who are you?"


There are the Guardians.


Slow to act, but very thoughtful.


They speak for long hours, but act for little.


Many times you can find they are quite boutful.


Then there are Protectors.


Clever and quick to act.


They may be sometimes rash


But their always on the bat.


Guardians sit and debate


Claiming they are the best


To take the battle!


When all they do is rest.


They claim they have honor.


They say they have respect!


Tough is a word said not used.


All they do is exspect.


Protectors make minds up quickly.


They haste little in entering the battle.


Taking the hate of everyone they still stand tall.


No earthquake makes them rattle.


So who are you? I ask.


Are you the thoughtful waiting Guardian?


Or are you the quick and clever Protector?


The choice is yours.

 

[Tohoak]

I WILL NOT LET THIS THREAD DIE!!!!!! Lol who's up for some poetry. @Hellfire

 

[Axiom Days]

Can I write a short story?

 

[Tohoak]

Sure! Go ahead! Its open to all!

 

[Axiom Days]

Softly and casually, her supple fingers brushed down his youthfull face. His eyes, puffy and tearing up stared at her in a pathetic way. "If Krosis were here," She says "You wouldn't be alive." He tries to jerk away, but her dark magic was too strong. "Life is only a beautiful lie." Without another word, she thrusts her hand into his chest, and accompanied by his screams of agony and surprise, she rips out his soul and sends it down. His now lifeless body collapses to the ground, and she says to his blank face. "Requiescat in pace..."

 

[Tohoak]

"For Once, Care"


You think she is laughing,


You think she is happy.


You don't see behind the eyes


Where the real pain lies.


It is there,


If only you cared


To look to the soul


To search for whats there.


She hides it


To make others happy,


To stop their asking


To be pitied no more.


Maybe if you looked,


If you really looked


And you asked


She would take off her mask.


The sorrow would flow


And the tears would come.


It would all pour out


Over and done.


Then she would be free!


A bird with a new song,


A melody of the sky!


For once, just care.


I challenge you @Hellfire

 

[Obsessed]

Can i share my terrible poetry?


??


Here I stand in the sea shore to watch the sun set


I see the sea and the sky together


Like how the stars appear every night to gather


I wish we could have the time be reset


So we could capture everything in a cassette


Before everything flies like a feather


I close my eyes and feel the wind in my face


It reminds me of your soft caress


That always makes my heart race


The warmth of the sea reminds me of your embrace


That always makes me feel safe


I open my eyes to see the sun gone


Just like when you said we were done


The sting of the sea reminds me of my heartache


When I am awake


And know you are gone

 

[Tohoak]

Nice! I love sharing poetry with people!

 

[Axiom Days]

Hold on for a second


Uf words can be weapons


Then don't pretend


Like you didn't cause these burns


My mind is a grenade


Ready to blow


Remember what I said


And what I sow


I don't need guns and knives


My sidearm is here


Taking as many lives


As my cohorts cheer


The spark of rebellion


A thing to kindle


You try to snuff it out, ridicule my mission


But we shan't concede

 

[Obsessed]

(Dis)grace


Deep down, there is that darkness


Thoughts that are full of harshness


Prejudices, biases, jaundice


Subjects too vile and full of malice


But we are humans after all


(That wishes for others to fall)


Who are imperfect and makes mistakes


(And has a tongue like snakes)


But I'm good, and you're kind


Yes, let's continue to be blind


And put on this face


To cover the disgrace


We've brought to the human race

 

[Tohoak]

"A Monster's Belief"


Hold on tight to the night.


The day light burns.


They say it brings light


They say it is bright.


They are not wrong


And that is why you hide.


Keep in the shadows


Or else you will surely die.


The sun is deadly


Its rays like fishing hooks.


Wouldn't it be better to


Sit inside with a book?


Oh! But you love the outdoors!


The sweet smell of moss,


The trickle of a stream,


They cause you no loss!


It is the sun


The one who deceives you with warmth


It lures you into the light


Then tricks you and bites.


It burns your skin


It blinds your eyes.


It leaves a disease


Waiting, hidden inside.


That is why I say


Young child


Stay to the dark


It is not bile!


It is close and safe.


No savage light!


No bitting marks!


The dark causes no harm.


It hides you from sight.


It protects you from the light.


Little monster,


Stay in the dark.

 

[Hellfire]

"A Monster's Belief"
Hold on tight to the night.


The day light burns.


They say it brings light


They say it is bright.


They are not wrong


And that is why you hide.


Keep in the shadows


Or else you will surely die.


The sun is deadly


Its rays like fishing hooks.


Wouldn't it be better to


Sit inside with a book?


Oh! But you love the outdoors!


The sweet smell of moss,


The trickle of a stream,


They cause you no loss!


It is the sun


The one who deceives you with warmth


It lures you into the light


Then tricks you and bites.


It burns your skin


It blinds your eyes.


It leaves a disease


Waiting, hidden inside.


That is why I say


Young child


Stay to the dark


It is not bile!


It is close and safe.


No savage light!


No bitting marks!


The dark causes no harm.


It hides you from sight.


It protects you from the light.


Little monster,


Stay in the dark.

Challenge accpeted, loading reply....

 

[Hellfire]

Going to post a personal poem that I wrote a long time ago. Please dont judge me. @Tohoak cause you my sister.

 

[Hellfire]

To Tame A Beast


Their is no Monster inside me


Is was born nothing but me


Hungry darkness does surround


It keeps me bound


My white wings hide inside


The good within the bad


Although is seems to have died


It does nothing but hide


Who can tame the beast


That searches for its feast


Who carries the key


That shall set me free


Only she has the key


That can set me free


She the one I will love


My angelic dove


How I long for her


Night and day


How far away


Is my time with her


She who will tame the beast


She who will be its feast


She who will free my wings


She who will i will give rings


The one who will understand


Who i truly am


The one who will take a stand


And tame the beast

 

[Tohoak]

To Tame A Beast
Their is no Monster inside me


Is was born nothing but me


Hungry darkness does surround


It keeps me bound


My white wings hide inside


The good within the bad


Although is seems to have died


It does nothing but hide


Who can tame the beast


That searches for its feast


Who carries the key


That shall set me free


Only she has the key


That can set me free


She the one I will love


My angelic dove


How I long for her


Night and day


How far away


Is my time with her


She who will tame the beast


She who will be its feast


She who will free my wings


She who will i will give rings


The one who will understand


Who i truly am


The one who will take a stand


And tame the beast

Why is it color- coded? Your on! I'm wirting on the spot. It takes a minute or two to come with an idea, but once I get going it gets easier.


"Gone"


The colors go by


The sirens scream.


A meaning undeamt.


You wipe your eyes.


You hide your face.


But you can't debate


It is too late.


No time for hate.


They are gone.


Now is time


The words all rhyme


Meaningless in the ears.


The session drones on.


The sobbing is never gone.


They fear the loss of tears.


Then the music plays


Hauntingly in tune.


The coffin lowers


Life is over.

 

[Hellfire]

Its color coded to help express emotion of each stanza @Tohoak

 

[Hellfire]

What if when the battle was done


The bad guy won?


What if he or she


Was the winner to be?


Would the world die


Or would the world cry


Would the bad guy rule


Or simply be a fool


A bad guy


Without a good guy


To fight and defeat


Well, their heart just doesn't beat


Ying and yang


Their are part of the same gang


One cannot live without the other


Hateful brothers


So, what if the bad guy won


Would the world be done?


Or would their be now fun


With the good guy done


What if the bad guy won?

 

[Tohoak]

"All The Same"


Bad, Good all the same.


One shows the dark


One hides it.


Neither should be put to shame.


Bad expresses the hurt


They take it in stride


Never to die!


They are honest in their ways.


Good simply sufficates


the dark of their soul.


No revieling the evil inside.


Never to bark a bad dog's cry.


Both are the same


Deep down inside.


They have the pain


Wild and alive.


One is simply better


At hiding than the other.


Neither know the difference


Between one another.


So when the time comes


To make a final decision


Do not ask who you are.


Just what you show.


This one reminds me of Batman and the Joker. Or myself. Lol Who has won this time @Hellfire ?

 

[Hellfire]

I have seen death


Life going from eyes


Angels falling as time goes by


Death is the end


It could be anyone


A brother, sister, a friend


They all die in the end


Death is a end to the living


But a beginning for the dead


They dont wish you to loss your head


Worrying of what they are doing


They want you to live on


And make every dawn


As beautiful as the last


No matter how much time has passed


Live life to the fullest


Because you never know


Will it will be yourtime to go

 

[Tohoak]

"Poetry at its Best"


They all seem the same.


Full of life


Time and time again.


The heart swells


The pencil scratches.


Another mind catches


The fever of poetry!


Despair, love, hope, hate.


Which one is here to debate?


Which does the writer


Pour out with care?


The feelings of another day.


We try hard as we can.


We give it all we've got.


But is it enough.


Does it make us just want to stop?


We write until our minds go blank


And our heart has sang its tune.


All true emotions


But writen the same


Over and over again!


They love it though


And thats what matters.


For true poetry reigns!