Writing Prompt Envy's Poem Thread V2

[Envylope]

What's the difference between this thread and the last one? Nothing, except that it's version 2, and the account is not deleted member. The rules are simple. You just write a poem! It doesn't have to rhyme, but I like rhyming poems. I will start, of course.

Blood drips from her fingers and rattles the keys
The queen cackles from the edge of her seat
She types away and takes a sip of blood tea
Her magical manipulation doesn't miss a beat

The spell clicks at hundreds of characters per minute
Her poem reaches a beautiful crescendo,
Her blood typing down her tenets
The queen is back, don't you know?

So send this down to the ones below

 

[JayMark]

I've never seen the sunrise on a rainy day.
I know the ocean waves.
I've seen it in my dreams.

And wherever you are.
Where ever you are.
Where ever you are...

Good morning.

A single tear drop does its part to make an ocean wave.
Whether you're standing next to me
or oh so far away

And wherever you are.
Good day.

The stars have come together.
The moon shines dimly bright.
Thinking about you brings me quiet delight.
And where ever you are.

Because where ever you are.
Where. Ever. You. Are.
Good night.


Song lyrics by Jay Mark.

 

[triflight]

Poem thread V2
I'll contribute a haiku
Then bid you adieu

 

[JayMark]

I ate baja blast
Then I went to the toilet
It ended badly

 

[Corty]

I've seen this thread before,
I don't know how to rhyme anymore,
But I know I have been here already, mi amor,
Oh... And I can't count to four.

 

[Our_Lady_in_Twilight]

Wandering Vampire
Dwells within her cardboard box
Amongst us once more

 

[MatchaChocolate69]

MEDUSA

Petrified of you
Of this sanctuary of fate
Cannot escape
The slithering sound of snakes

Gorgon gaze, a thousand-yard stare,
I’m caught, defenseless, stripped and bare.
Medusa, now, you turn me to stone,
Leave me with nothing, I’m all alone.
Malicious eyes, your throne remains,
I follow, through the blocking veins.

Still in denial, I feel the chill,
Your heart’s made of stone, it breaks my will.
Medusa, you just don’t care at all,
A heartless soul, I watch myself fall.

Medusa, Medusa, my heart turns cold,
To stone, to stone, your grip takes hold.
Medusa, Medusa, exposed, undone,
You cast me out, can't move a bone.

Oh, oh, I wonder where you lie,
In desolate caves where statues cry.
A radii of serpents in the air,
Your cerulean light...
Your eyes, I can’t fight.

Let go of me, unravel me,
Medusa, I crave what cannot be.
This fractured soul, I still pursue,
Medusa, Medusa, I’m petrified of you.
A heart of stone, but I think only of you.

 

[CinnaSloth]

I lie awake upon my bed
worlds turning over within my head
with the revolutions of skies
characters live, and a plot dies
when all is said, and all is done
darkness fades, reborn: The Sun
..but only until chapter two
where death looms; nail and tooth

Hark, and Hoth,
~Thine, CinnaSloth

 

[eternalparticle]

7 Deadly Sins? Maybe (also what's the lore behind Representing_[Sin name])?

Pride struts tall, with a crown upon it's head
Greed hoards gold, leaving hearts unfed
Lust creeps in, the shadows of the night
While envy eyes, another's sparkling light
Gluttony devours, more than it should
Wrath lashes, letting out all it could
Sloth drifts slowly, wasting life with un-care
Every human is a sinner, as far as I'm aware ...

 

[Envylope]

7 Deadly Sins? Maybe (also what's the lore behind Representing_[Sin name])?

I was the first one. My name used to be RepresentingEnvy, and someone suggested that people should change their names to be like me or something. People started doing it. Sorry, don't remember the exact context, but it vaguely went like this.

 

[Anonjohn20]

The moon hangs low, a silver dagger in the night,
I stand at the threshold, heart beating a quiet drum.
The door creaks open slowly, as a held breath,
And there you are, cloaked in shadow's velvet hum.

Your eyes, twin embers in a pallid face,
gleam with a hunger older than the stars.
I bid you enter, voice steady as the hearth's embrace,
no fear to bar the way, no locked-up scars.

Come, wander these rooms where campfire light dances free,
and sip from the goblet I offer, warm and red.
The night is yours, a tapestry of mystery,
where mortal pulse and immortal thirst are wed.

In this haven, no sunlight dares to pry,
You'll weave your secrets till the dawn's first sigh.

(That took a while. Welcome back, our resident vampire.)

The moon hangs low, a silver dagger in the night,
I stand at the threshold, heart beating a quiet drum.
The door creaks open slowly, as a held breath,
And there you are, cloaked in shadow's velvet hum.

Your eyes, twin embers in a pallid face,
gleam with a hunger older than the stars.
I bid you enter, voice steady as the hearth's embrace,
no fear to bar the way, no locked-up scars.

Come, wander these rooms where campfire light dances free,
and sip from the goblet I offer, warm and red.
The night is yours, a tapestry of mystery,
where mortal pulse and immortal thirst are wed.

In this haven, no sunlight dares to pry,
You'll weave your secrets till the dawn's first sigh.

(That took a while. Welcome back, our resident vampire.)

I put "campfire" where I meant "fireplace." I failed this poem.

 

[Envylope]

Inside of a box with a twirling plot
It spins around as a single thought
Should I have another blood cookie today?
Or should I keep this bloody hunger at bay?

The queen rocks inside of her box
She ponders while looking at her socks
What kind of blood should I mix with the dough?
Should it be an elf or a vixen of the snow?

 

[3guanoff]

Inaugural poems should be grand,
That fact I certainly understand;
Yet guanoff off guard by this change was caught,
And writing in hurry 's with danger fraud:

With one foot in bed he rejoiced and stood
To curse, when he fell, his entangled foot;
'It matters not', swift he regains his poise,
'Envy's Poems ' back!' One of his life's few joys;

His fingers fleet, a poor poem appears;
While prone to incur naught but sneers and jeers,
He dares share it, for in this quaint thread,
Kind people lurk. Now he's off back to bed!

Cheers.

 

[3guanoff]

Home is where the heart is...

I miss you, my mates; pathetic, I know
Surrounded by people; by laughter, joy's glow
I feel too alone; the chatter's a buzz
Inside its dense crowd, I stand on my own

When I do connect, it's shallow at best
How deep could it be? My soul's wild unrest
Keeps order at bay; midst raging sand winds
My mind seeks the sky, still searching your prints

My thoughts full of clouds, whose touch could reach them?
One sole ray of hope, I know who I am
If not self-aware, I'd rage and I'd curse
The heavens, this fate, a life too adverse

A dry bed and stove, an address and bills
Or my childhood turf, its grasslands and hills
Both could be called home, yet wanders my heart
Too distraught to stay from you all apart

 

[Envylope]

Rain drips to the grass below
In the dark night, the cool winds blow
The world stills and comes to a slow
Cool hands trail down the window

It starts as a small tap
The girl in the room caught in her nap
Even louder the hand claps
Against the glass, it slaps

The girl in the room wakes
And her body shakes
She jumps, “for God sakes!”
She checks on the quakes

But that hand had stopped tapping
The only thing the girl saw is her curtain flapping
She checks the window and looks at the trappings
A small opening, and the cool winds lapping

She closes it with a deep breath
“It must have been the wind blowing from the west”
She covers herself in her blanket up to her chest
The woman pulls it even further over her head

She hides from all disaster
And waits until sleep finds her

Floor boards creek, the sound trailing to her bed
And a hand graces her cover, traveling to her head
It reaches out in this dark place,
And it taps against her covered face

 

[Envylope]

She stood atop a lighthouse,
Wearing nothing more than a torn blouse.
The bottom was shredded as her heart,
But still her song did start.

She channeled her words into an enchanting song,
The voice light and waves lapping along.
They splashed against the bottom of the tower, past the rocks,
And her voice continued like a calming music box.

The brokenness of her heart was answered in the lyrics,
But the voice was soothing enough to cleanse the spirits.
Her crescendo reached a frequency to pierce the skies across,
And she lamented about her lover lost.

Tears flowed down the widow's cheeks,
And she wondered, "can you erase this pain my heart seeks?"
As expected, the skies didn't answer her part,
And she took the plunge, from this world depart.

 

[Envylope]

There can be no recompense for this time she spent.
Days continue to go by, and they fly.
Another day passed yet again, and she thinks this coffin.
The walls close in on her, and this sadness, she decrees.

Her heart aches for a farewell and a lasting goodbye.
But then she remembers their worries with a sickening sigh.
If she laid in this casket, the queendom will cry.
They'll wish for her another time and wonder why.

So she sits there with those thoughts unbidden.
She ponders herself as death forbidden.
The queen wonders if this ache-ridden heart will be whole again.
No matter what happens, she can't escape this ideation.

 

[Avarice_Of_The_Seven]

I was the first one. My name used to be RepresentingEnvy, and someone suggested that people should change their names to be like me or something. People started doing it. Sorry, don't remember the exact context, but it vaguely went like this.

I didn't copy anyone, my name is entirely original.

well, it was just avarice originally but I added the -of the seven- part as chilly on top

 

[Envylope]

Reminded me of a poem I wrote a good few decades ago. A day on a rocky shore... Albeit about a widower and a different kind of loss with a different end. He was a good man.

I think about these kind of poems a lot. I like your poem. For me, these kinds of poems can make me feel better, even though it's bitter or sad. It's an outlet.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

Rivers flow with blood
Innocents cry
As a heretic god
Devours lies



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