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On March 23, 2018 at 4:05 AM, Gargoyle said:

If you'd like :-)

I used to write ketek. Almost finished a 121 word beast that (IMO) was really good, but lost the paper I was writing on

Ok *flips through poems*

 Nice! Aww, that's disappointing.

Alright- not my best, but one of my favorites:

Imagination engulfs me,
Then it leaves me standing there.
I want to write a story,
But I do not even dare.
It comes to me like lightning,
But when it comes, it turns to mist.
It comes to me unaware,
But when it goes, it goes amiss.
I find it everywhere, lurking here and there,
But when I need it, it disappears.
I enjoy it when it comes,’
But pleasure is taken when it goes.
I don’t… I can’t remember it, 
I just know my world it lit.

 

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Oh, hey, another poetry person. I quite enjoy writing those too.

 

Love the art on this thread. I'll post some of what I've written in a bit, by way of application.

 

Edit: put in the following.

Spoiler

 

Playing as a child

The bank would call to me.

Littered with the refuse

Of its estate, nevertheless

It was regal and grand

To me.

And in the tumbled briar,

Mixed with that thicket

I found somewhere to be.

 

Not 'be' as parents ordain,

Not placid nor perfect. I was something all my own;

One with the wildness of the place,

Exulting in the joy of dried riverbed,

Wall and bracken,

Growth and stone.

 

As a child, it was simply beauty.

It bespoke the wild tales,

The exciting places of myth.

Having shed my better years?

It's unproductive. Waste and

Purposeless.

 

But not for all of me would I allow,

For one sweet park of peace,

Man to intrude with spade and plough.

Beyond the green, green lawns

May it always remain;

A place for the wild, the young,

The not-quite-sane, like me.

 

Spoiler

O Felurian silver-fleet

Of midnight down and twilit flower,

Of blossoms tempest shook

And night’s most secret, sacred hour.

Lithe form and Faeish grace

The hair a liquid darkness ‘round your face,

Your skin as lilies, white as lace.

 

O Felurian of the storm-tossed skies!
Whose face would raise a thousand ships

To drown in wonder at your eyes.

Felurian, ca thra mien ca te!

Your lips are soft as love,

As warm as life.

To go without would be a knife.

 

O Felurian! I would willing pay

To die each night within your arms

Safe from the coldness of the night

And warmed by outer glory’s inner storms.

Such beauty and vitality!
If ever woman chanced to me

Such danger and mystery

I would throw a kingdom at her feet;

 

All men would bow before her, as their Queen

And I would pray, pray, she’d raise me for her King.

Spoiler

All fettered to the earthly tide
Of silver, gleam and moon -
Oh come ye lost, confused and hurt!
There lies more sacred here a tune
Of time when mistletoe could pierce
A heart.

Oh Baldur fair-of-face, of Spring
Was named most beautiful of lords -
A joke! The chains of time were held
And at his fairest throat, they were a sword
To cut away the life blood. The bell of doom
Has knelled.

Now comes the winter of the age,
Our faces weep in time, but none
Can care, for times have swept
And we have wept before. No fun
Is had in tomb or hall, but death
Is kept.

This is the tune that we must sing -
It holds no merriment, but it is truth.
By horn and hare, the Valkyries and
Valhalla's far flung mystic roof
We'll sing no other, though our bones may turn
To sand.

And then the ones I posted concerning Cosmere here.

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On March 26, 2018 at 2:28 PM, TheDwarfyOne said:

Oh, hey, another poetry person. I quite enjoy writing those too.

 

Love the art on this thread. I'll post some of what I've written in a bit, by way of application.

 

Edit: put in the following.

  Reveal hidden contents

 

Playing as a child

The bank would call to me.

Littered with the refuse

Of its estate, nevertheless

It was regal and grand

To me.

And in the tumbled briar,

Mixed with that thicket

I found somewhere to be.

 

Not 'be' as parents ordain,

Not placid nor perfect. I was something all my own;

One with the wildness of the place,

Exulting in the joy of dried riverbed,

Wall and bracken,

Growth and stone.

 

As a child, it was simply beauty.

It bespoke the wild tales,

The exciting places of myth.

Having shed my better years?

It's unproductive. Waste and

Purposeless.

 

But not for all of me would I allow,

For one sweet park of peace,

Man to intrude with spade and plough.

Beyond the green, green lawns

May it always remain;

A place for the wild, the young,

The not-quite-sane, like me.

 

  Reveal hidden contents

O Felurian silver-fleet

Of midnight down and twilit flower,

Of blossoms tempest shook

And night’s most secret, sacred hour.

Lithe form and Faeish grace

The hair a liquid darkness ‘round your face,

Your skin as lilies, white as lace.

 

O Felurian of the storm-tossed skies!
Whose face would raise a thousand ships

To drown in wonder at your eyes.

Felurian, ca thra mien ca te!

Your lips are soft as love,

As warm as life.

To go without would be a knife.

 

O Felurian! I would willing pay

To die each night within your arms

Safe from the coldness of the night

And warmed by outer glory’s inner storms.

Such beauty and vitality!
If ever woman chanced to me

Such danger and mystery

I would throw a kingdom at her feet;

 

All men would bow before her, as their Queen

And I would pray, pray, she’d raise me for her King.

  Reveal hidden contents

All fettered to the earthly tide
Of silver, gleam and moon -
Oh come ye lost, confused and hurt!
There lies more sacred here a tune
Of time when mistletoe could pierce
A heart.

Oh Baldur fair-of-face, of Spring
Was named most beautiful of lords -
A joke! The chains of time were held
And at his fairest throat, they were a sword
To cut away the life blood. The bell of doom
Has knelled.

Now comes the winter of the age,
Our faces weep in time, but none
Can care, for times have swept
And we have wept before. No fun
Is had in tomb or hall, but death
Is kept.

This is the tune that we must sing -
It holds no merriment, but it is truth.
By horn and hare, the Valkyries and
Valhalla's far flung mystic roof
We'll sing no other, though our bones may turn
To sand.

And then the ones I posted concerning Cosmere here.

I love those poems!! The rhyming, the descriptions are a painting, a completely different style from mine, but they're amazing =)

Ah, ok @Gargoyle Thanks!

 

 

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19 hours ago, TheDwarfyOne said:

Thanks, Rogue! I believe I am simply going to have to wait patiently (perhaps passive-aggressively?) until you post a poem or two yourself.

Haha, perhaps. (passive-aggressively??? Surely not.)

also, lol. I feel I should explain xD Mafia is my brother's account, and he didn't log out, and I didn't realize it,  so I accidentally responded in that one. Imagination is one of my poems *nods* 

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On 26/03/2018 at 9:01 PM, Gargoyle said:

Good stuff all around!

On the subject of applying/joining, since @ChullRider hasn't logged on in a while, I'd say that membership is more of if you say you're in, you're in :-) you won't get your name plastered on page one since I can't edit other people's posts, but welcome aboard :-)

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14 minutes ago, Idraian said:

How can I join this guild I think it would help me find great ideas for my tattoo I’m going for a  Windrunner Knights radiant vibe thanks for the help!

 

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