Writing Prompt Envy's Poem Thread

[Deleted member 84247]

Winds rippled through desolate streets, and shadows flickered all around.
The moon provided a heartbeat to a lone woman on the ground.
It raced faster with each dance of twilight, and batteries died in seconds.
Her little flashlight faded into the night, so she was without any weapons.

The banging of a door caught her ear, and she whipped around.
A voice rang, "why have you come here, damsel on the ground?"
The damsel's eyes flickered, and in the dark she saw it after a few seconds.
There was the tall creature, and it was held aloft by tendrils and feet as weapons.

The impractical thing stands on its swords as feet, and it contorts with a grin.
She pants and looks all around for her flashlight, but everywhere, monster's descend.
The damsel backs away, falling on her rear in the street, and her chest heaves.
Her eyes flood with tears as she cries into the night, and her trunk tightens where she can't breathe.

In all of the cardinal directions, they stood with a grin.
"Feast away friends, and on the damsel descend."
"No!" She shouted, but she was cleaved in half.
A sword to her waist had started the blood bath.

The bottom of the damsel fell away from the top with the cutting of a sword.
A sickening cry rang out from the woman as she plead, "Oh, Lord!"
But the monsters dug away and ate at her blood and guts, filling her with pain.
"Don't worry pretty damsel. Soon, you'll join us and be one and the same."

Her cries soon died and ended with the loss of her life.
The blood coated the ground and drenched the foot knife.
But as promised, the moon gave rise to her once again.
And her eyes darted, lips parted into a sickening grin.

 

[SwordSong]

Well, it's August somehow. Wrote this ode to my birthday month earlier this year.

When I was younger, I have often wondered
Why is the eighth month not called October?
Was geometry wrong
When it named the octagon,
Or was this a mistake wrought by the calendar?

'Augustus' seemed such an ugly name too
It sounded like someone who has the flu
Plus, I've always had this pet
From a childish pang of regret
That my birthstone's colour wasn't blue

Oh, would it be that I was born a month late
To be a ‘child of autumn’ seemed so great
Instead, it's been quite a bummer
To have birthdays in hot summer
Though I suppose Mom and Dad just couldn't wait!

But, in recent years, I've changed my tune
About being born on the eighth moon
For there is so much fame
Behind this august name
My date of birth is now to me a welcome boon

For while the man whose name this month honours
Might not possess July's fame and splendour
He satisfied the Romans' wish
To implement an age of peace
So the legacy of his reign is forever revered

The strength he lacked he made up in understanding:
Roman men saw repugnant the title of "king"
So he knew to bide his time
And rose the ranks in slow inclines
To not repeat his predecessor's death by stabbing!

He knew too well that he could not climb alone
Delegation was key for his path towards the throne
Dealing right to win the race
A mastermind masked with modest grace
Always walking with one foot set upon the gravestone

I do not believe that stars dictate our destiny
But there is much to learn from their history
By giving August a retrospect
I have grown profound respect
For this bleak yet beautiful, immutable part of me

 

[Supperset]

(I... have no Idea what I wrote. I was watching Elden Rings.)

I have been thinking of you,
In the jungle of death, at the terrace of Set.
How I'll make you scream,
Draining your blood writing to sludge.

That bastard of god, filthy to rot
I will make him remeber, the days of the past
In somber of pain, mastery I have gained.
How they made me bleed eating to fleece,
Will I make to you will I find of you in the places of insane?

I am waiting of death sitting at my grave,
Searching the light hoping for punishment.
God's have forgotten the world forshaken of man,
Devil took notice of it you his pawn.

(It didn't turn out that good., Meh?)

 

[Lazim]

First kiss under the rain, Blume of Love,
My heart is on a joy ride.

Fate is so cruel; my heart is in pain.
My love was gone just like that rain.

I took the trial and crossed the world.
Got my wish to see her again.

But to get my love, I must prove my heart.

I don't care what I have to do,
My love is my only goal.

I will sell my Soul to satan.
If it means getting her back.

I will be the villain, I will be the devil
But I will get her back no-matter what.

"This piece is inspired by my character Ryu from my novel 'Cross World Villain’s Love'."

 

[Supperset]

First kiss under the rain, Blume of Love,
My heart is on a joy ride.

Fate is so cruel; my heart is in pain.
My love was gone just like that rain.

I took the trial and crossed the world.
Got my wish to see her again.

But to get my love, I must prove my heart.

I don't care what I have to do,
My love is my only goal.

I will sell my Soul to satan.
If it means getting her back.

I will be the villain, I will be the devil
But I will get her back no-matter what.

"This piece is inspired by my character Ryu from my novel 'Cross World Villain’s Love'."

This is blasphemy, curated by a fool,
In the place of poems, don’t use it as tool.
For you are propagating your novel in the place wrong,
@RepresentingEnvy, ban him with hammer gong.

 

[Azhurie_Mythephan]

In the beginning, I was there
Long before the first of air
I watched as the world grew
From everything that I knew

The first time I saw it, I understood
That the light was very good
Then came the sky, and I ordained
That from there is where it rained

I created man and all manner of life
I saw he was lonely, so I gave him a wife
And for this man I gave it all
I did not expect for them to fall

Woman was deceived, and in turn was man
This was not a part of my plan
For their crimes they were cast out
And all my existence was left to doubt

 

[Supperset]

(Copy pasta from a chat with a stranger)

Your life is a puzzle and you are it's missing piece,
Be nice little lad and study hard to create as many dish.
You will improve learn and find satisfaction in rage,
You will seek to complete yourself by collection of your memory page.

 

[SwordSong]

When Wild Beasts Roar (roundel)

When wild beasts roar against its blood
Two grizzlies rise up in full swing
They'll bathe the field in crimson flood
When wild beasts roar

No ties survive what desires bring
Estrus whips ursine rage to bud
For nature bows to just one king

Gone were their childish plays as cubs
Old bonds break for the sake of bling
Where one takes crown, the other mud
When wild beasts roar

 

[Deleted member 166465]

This are a few lines of a dark fantasy I am slowly writing, is dark as dark can be. I wrote this part with some Rhyme, not a poem per se, but close. it is called "The forgothen complain"


They are monsters; they are the undead. That I was told, that I have learned, but there was reason among them, there were words, and there was a pledge.

We were told we were useless, expendable slaves; we didn't complain.
We were called to arms, we marched to our death; we didn't complain.
We were sacrificed, hurt, and broken once and again; we didn't complain.
We were buried and forgotten, our sacrifice mocked; we didn't complain.

One day, a necromancer came; he opened our eyes from beyond the grave.
We woke up, fueled by rage, and we marched once more all over the earth.
To our people, gods, and nations we laid waste, our thirst their blood quenched.
The necromancer was ruthless like all tyrants were, this time we didn't mind.
So, we didn't complain.

 

[3guanoff]

For a very long time now,

I've wanted to live;​

Not merely to survive

but to live my life!​

I struggled to learn how

to dive off a cliff;​

Not gracefully, not brave,

just not to my grave;​

One obstacle loomed large

my own caprice, that is;​

A heart that beats this faint

pounds yet unrestrained...​

To thump out its mad charge,

its pulse ne'er remiss,​

It spent itself in full

draining my numb skull;​

Its service left me proud,

for it upkept my prime;​

As nears night's ageless shroud,

I give praise to time!
2025, Pith​

 

[SwordSong]

A re-reading of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. We're drawn to the stars like moth to flames ?

Gleaming diamonds that dot the skies
Peering through the night with trillions of eyes
Behind crescent smiles, you wink a distant threat
Oh, faceless gaze, how I wonder what you're looking at

You come with shrouds that cloak our sun
As hellfire burn behind the black you've spun
You weave the constellations like gossamer webs
While in wide-eyed wonder, we meander into your nets

Travelers crossing the night have leaned on you so
For your twinkling fingers point which way to go
But as your blinking orbs appraise their every move
You chart our world—every corner, every groove

Trillions of eyes cut across the darkness deep
Tendrils of light rain upon us while we sleep
While crescent grimace whisper into our dreams
Oh, twinkle, twinkle, draw us closer into your seams

 

[Deleted member 206441]

Good people leave
but monsters remain.
The scars that was left behind
The Community never forgets...

That trolls live here
They walk with cursed footsteps
Spilling their poison and
accepting nothing but a gentle slap


All that remains here
are the scornful and the damned,
all that remains
are the dead and the dying

Good people leave
but monsters remain
In this cesspool of slow creeping hate
In this stagnant pool of toxic... decay.

 

[3guanoff]

You lived well

True war is hell, yet we still went
And there you fell - I saw it end
You died, I lived - Am I to blame?
No one said yes, yet I feel shame

I saw them grow, your children small
From toddling boys to six feet tall
They found their ways, they studied hard
Unlike their uncle they are smart

They know your hearts and praise your names
And spent their childhoods playing games
When you were fighting, eating sand
They were still learning, pen in hand

They know no hunger nor corpse smells
Yet they know pain and grave farewells
While on my table dust gathers
Some of you are grandfathers

You paid the price - You earned their lives,
Their future peace and for your wives
To see them rise, shake off this dust
To thrive in times of wealth and trust

What about me? I can't complain
My name is doomed, but here I am
I'm lonely now, but soon indeed
I'll leave the plains and we shall meet

 

[3guanoff]

Count Robert, It's Raining

It's raining, it's raining, the lands are aghast
My Sire, Count Robert, was having a blast
He slaughtered his peasants, his wife, and his knights
Now he alone shivers through freezing dark nights
The count's very hungry, no harvest, no grain
And with us out haunting, his life's down the drain

- 2025-10-23

Guanoff: No new poems in a month?

 

[Anonjohn20]

(A short poem for our thread starter, Envy. May her account rest in peace.)

In the hush of empty threads,
Your laughter lingers like smoke.
I trace the shape of your absence on fogged profile messages,
whispering names to the forum that carries them away.

Grief is a quiet thief.
stealing colors from the post editor,
leaving echoes in my chest—
a hollow drum where your wisdom once beat steady and true.

Yet in new threads,
your name returns,
hand outstretched across the void,
reminding me: some bonds outlive the heart that held them.

Farewell, my friend—
until the real world reclaims us both.