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10902SMOKE22234

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My Little Shao Kahn Poem

It's Finish him time, time to die.
I use my spear, to gouge your eyes.

I rip out the arms, right from their sockets.
Smashing your face with a hammer, The head flies away like a rocket.

Brutally Mutilated, but still alive.
The corpse twitches preparing to die.

Death kicks in, losing ability to breathe
I am Shao Kahn, Bow to me.
 

Toxic

New member
A little poem I wrote, not MK related.

I Watched
by Toxic

She held aloft the cigarrette,
The brown-white stick of death.
All her friends were smoking,
I mean, it couldn't be that bad.

And so I watched

She took the marijuana,
and held it at eye level.
They said that cigarettes were worse,
And she was only going to try it.

And so I watched

Now it was cocaine,
Straight lines of pure white powder.
You had to snort it up your nose,
but they said the high was incredible.

And so I watched

And now I look at her face,
It's been twenty years, though only one has passed.
Another life taken, another life wasted,
Why did it have to happen?

Because I watched...​
 

YungQ94

Active member
Sub-Zero and Scropion poem FTW?

He is fire. Death is his desire,
yet his counter kills with grace, his friend will make you feel death's cold embrace.
We kombat for the same reason,
We seek revenge for Quan Chi's treason.

Deadly Alliance our asses,
we kill all enemies, no passes.
Noob is my friend and Sub-Zero is his bro,
Noob is Lin Luei but we are pro.
 

Mr.Ermac

New member
A little poem I wrote, not MK related.

I Watched
by Toxic

She held aloft the cigarrette,
The brown-white stick of death.
All her friends were smoking,
I mean, it couldn't be that bad.

And so I watched

She took the marijuana,
and held it at eye level.
They said that cigarettes were worse,
And she was only going to try it.

And so I watched

Now it was cocaine,
Straight lines of pure white powder.
You had to snort it up your nose,
but they said the high was incredible.

And so I watched

And now I look at her face,
It's been twenty years, though only one has passed.
Another life taken, another life wasted,
Why did it have to happen?

Because I watched...​

I love you. No homo. I love you though. This poem gave me chills.

I hate reading.

Edit: I guess I shouldn't make a double post, so here's a poem.

Ermac-

We are many, you are but one
Fight me now, the time has come.
As we win we take your soul,
to try and fill the empty hole.
No not one that resides physically,
the one we get from thoughts written lyrically.
The thoughts swirl around in our heads,
we were really resurrected from the dead?
Shao Kahn comes now, so we must go.
When we can write again, we do not know.

Ermac 2 -
We failed him, we did.
As we ran, we panted and hid.
Little did we know that Shao Kahn would find us.
He trapped us in a placed he said was for "People with a lack of trust."
We saw Kitana for a short time.
She was nice enough to not feed us grime.
She had to hurry,
as she said 'for us to not worry
you will be out of here soon,
before the ascending of the moon.'
The words she said had confused us so,
we begged and pleaded she hadn't go.
Though she had left, leaving our mind to wonder,
in the distance we heard some thunder.
It was peculiar, as it was not raining,
until beneath us we had heard some straining.
A door opened, and there stood a man,
he had red on his eyes and a sword in his hand.
He had come to free us, so thankful we were,
we had gotten up with a "thank you sir."
Off we went, escaping the tower.
It was good to see our power.
We had used it for good, first time that we can remember.

Ermac 3 -

Kenshi. Kenshi is the name of the blindfolded man.
He is blind but can fight better than most men can.
We ran to a place, distant and far.
Past an outworld museum, theater, and bar.
He had abilities, we could sense it with no problem.
We asked if he had used them before, he shook his head, grim.
We had taught him a move we had used when we were a damn fool.
It is called and forever will be, the Telekinetic Slam.. our jewel.
He thanked me and led us to others.

Ermac 4 -

Raiden, Liu Kang and Kung Lao?
They had said they needed our help, now.
A king named Onaga, a dragon no less,
had controlled their friends, the scene was a mess.
We agreed with haste and we went to go see
the dragon king Onaga, whom we slayed, setting the friends free.
We adhere to good, nice, heroic.
When we look back at our lives, we appear stoic.
On the inside we hurt, and feel guilty.
Will we make up for all of it? We'll see.

Wow. My poem skills are HORRIBLE. ;_;

Edit: I also hate writing.
 
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Aldo Moreno

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I thought you were erratic from others but you reliquished of me from your feelings fast.
I have to subjugate this pain, this pain hurts worse than getting hit by a bat.

I don't want to admonish me, I want to do it my way.
I want to abridge all of this to a couple of days.

I hear you say things but all you tell me is treason.
You say my feeling forify anger for nothing, but we honestly have a reason

Yet, I don't know why it matters since I've been efface from your mind.
I don't want to be friends, I want to work things out so you can be mine.

I want to stop all this fighting NOW!
I want us to find a way how.

I must say, I am seriously, sadley, sincerly sorry for the firey furious fights I started.
I didn't mean to, it was not charted.

When we don't talk like we always do, my feelings get sore.
Then I leave, I come back, you tell me things that make my eyes want to pour.
Already, fast, you walked out that door.




As you all know, I want to be a poet. If you see anything bad about my poetry, please tell me my mistakes so I can improve.
 

Toxic

New member
I thought you were erratic from others but you reliquished of me from your feelings fast.
I have to subjugate this pain, this pain hurts worse than getting hit by a bat.

I don't want to admonish me, I want to do it my way.
I want to abridge all of this to a couple of days.

I hear you say things but all you tell me is treason.
You say my feeling forify anger for nothing, but we honestly have a reason

Yet, I don't know why it matters since I've been efface from your mind.
I don't want to be friends, I want to work things out so you can be mine.

I want to stop all this fighting NOW!
I want us to find a way how.

I must say, I am seriously, sadley, sincerly sorry for the firey furious fights I started.
I didn't mean to, it was not charted.

When we don't talk like we always do, my feelings get sore.
Then I leave, I come back, you tell me things that make my eyes want to pour.
Already, fast, you walked out that door.




As you all know, I want to be a poet. If you see anything bad about my poetry, please tell me my mistakes so I can improve.

I think that's one of your best yet...
 

YungQ94

Active member
Well damn Aldo that was excellent. Lots of alliteration, great rhyming, and a good meaning behind it.
 

Flying Jinko

New member
Wow Aldo, you have definitely improved from last time I read your poem. This one was very heartfelt as usual and I liked it alot. My only critisism is the usage of some words. For example in the first line I think the words 'erratic' and 'relinguished' don't fit well in that context. Im not very much experienced in poetry so maybe those words may fit perfectly, not really sure. Other than that everything else was nicely written! Just keep your passion high bro, that is what is the most essential for you to get better. Keep up the good work. :)
 

Aldo Moreno

New member
S.O.S.


I'm trapped on a island in the middle of the sea blue.

I am in need of some food.

I can't sleep, shit island is scary, BOO!

If I do, I fee like the island's arms grab me, as if the island is furious.

I wake up fine the next day, thank God that experience was spurious.

I look up and see the water, it looks at me curious.

I look around the island and find nothing to eat.

Oh how I wish I were home so I would have a feast.

I desperate, I'm hungry like a beast.

I am in serious need of help.

I'm tired of eating this sea kelp.

I see boats, but they don't hear me.

I can't take this anymore! I'm gonna swim into the sea.

It's the only thing I can do to set me free.


I think that's one of your best yet...

Well damn Aldo that was excellent. Lots of alliteration, great rhyming, and a good meaning behind it.

Wow Aldo, you have definitely improved from last time I read your poem. This one was very heartfelt as usual and I liked it alot. My only critisism is the usage of some words. For example in the first line I think the words 'erratic' and 'relinguished' don't fit well in that context. Im not very much experienced in poetry so maybe those words may fit perfectly, not really sure. Other than that everything else was nicely written! Just keep your passion high bro, that is what is the most essential for you to get better. Keep up the good work. :)

Thanks, guys. I've extended my vocab. and started using more poetry tools:).
 

Toxic

New member
Well I wrote something else. Here it is:

The River of Red
By: Liam Hovey

The air is drowned by the harsh black smoke,
Covering the land in a shroud of pain and blood.
The rain is torrential, it beats down on the land.
Yet it can’t wash away the river of red.

The lives that are lost, young but turned old,
will never be brought back.
They call them all heroes, but that is not true.
They are innocent victims of the river of red.

A man fires his rifle, than falls to the ground,
Stunned by the revelation that he just killed a man.
Subjected to horrors not meant for them.
Their souls are tainted by the river of red.

They have little training, yet are rushed into the fray,
The few men in charge hold their fate in their hands.
The selfish desires of those that want more,
they send their people to swim in the river of red.

And when it’s all over, what have we gained?
A river of blood, of death and of pain,
We accomplished nothing but the deaths of our friends
and the feeding of the river of red.​

Anyone like? My second serious attempt at poetry.

@Aldo To be honest, I'm not really sure what I think of that one. I don't really get it.
 

Viking_Poodle

Don't mess with The POODLE
I'm not much of a poetry guy. I came here to see what Aldo had been writing. Good job, bud. You're definitely getting better.

I wrote this in 2008(It was the only poem I ever really wrote for myself.):

You will no longer torment me.

Iam free.

I have learned so much.

Who my real friends are.
Who I can no longer trust.
Who I trruly love and care for
Everything has changed.
For good, and for the better.

Now that my love for you is gone,
everything is better.

No more late nights worrying.
No more fights.

No more crying.
No more scars.

You have become brittle and
have blown away.
Your true colors have shone through,
They are as ugly and as horrible as you are.

You are a bland shell of a person,
With no individuality.

Short fused.
Inertly operating.
Easily Molded.
You are merely something to be
looked at.
Something..
To cherish for a small amount of
time.. You are ever changing.
Maybe one day you'll realize.

Maybe you'll realize...

You lost grip of everyone who
truly cared for you and tried to help
you out..

You were once a beautiful rose. You've
become ruined and bruised.
Others have trampled over you and left
their impressions on you. You let them.

You no longer care.
You wish only now to make other's lives
miserable; all whilst hoping to better your
own..

Things will come full circle.. You will see
yourself for the bitter person you are eventually.

It'll be a rude awakening.



I just pooped a little
 

Toxic

New member
I'm not much of a poetry guy. I came here to see what Aldo had been writing. Good job, bud. You're definitely getting better.

I wrote this in 2008(It was the only poem I ever really wrote for myself.):

You will no longer torment me.

Iam free.

I have learned so much.

Who my real friends are.
Who I can no longer trust.
Who I trruly love and care for
Everything has changed.
For good, and for the better.

Now that my love for you is gone,
everything is better.

No more late nights worrying.
No more fights.

No more crying.
No more scars.

You have become brittle and
have blown away.
Your true colors have shone through,
They are as ugly and as horrible as you are.

You are a bland shell of a person,
With no individuality.

Short fused.
Inertly operating.
Easily Molded.
You are merely something to be
looked at.
Something..
To cherish for a small amount of
time.. You are ever changing.
Maybe one day you'll realize.

Maybe you'll realize...

You lost grip of everyone who
truly cared for you and tried to help
you out..

You were once a beautiful rose. You've
become ruined and bruised.
Others have trampled over you and left
their impressions on you. You let them.

You no longer care.
You wish only now to make other's lives
miserable; all whilst hoping to better your
own..

Things will come full circle.. You will see
yourself for the bitter person you are eventually.

It'll be a rude awakening.



I just pooped a little

Very good. Your emotions really shone through.
 

Toxic

New member
Okay,I've got another one here. I wrote it for Remembrance Day, but forgot to post it anywhere. I'm not really sure what I think of this one. I tried something new, but I'm just not sure if it clicked. You guys can decide for yourselves and let me know.

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Lest we Forget
By: Liam Hovey

I see the names scratched into walls,
Names of bodies never found.
They gave their lives for our own freedom,
Protecting our way of life.

Private James Selque,
A mine at Normandy.
Sergeant Anthony Douglas,
Artillery on the Western Front.

I see the rows of tombstones,
Markers of days past.
Men that died for all of us,
Heroes not to be forgotten.

Captain Daniel Chambers,
Shot down over the Pacific.
Colonel Michael Simpson,
Killed by German Flak.

Flowers dot the field,
Gifts to ancestors long past.
Bright red petals with pitch black centers,
They honour all the fallen.

Captain Mark Michaels,
His ship sunk at Midway
Ensign Brice Williams,
A torpedo from afar.

So as you walk through rows of stone,
And gaze upon the dead.
Always remember the sacrifice,
Made by those who bled.

Lest we forget.

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R&R anyone?
 

JSteele

New member
Kitana's Diary. :D

Days I go, constantly thinking.
Restless nights, barely...blinking.
He sacrificed life and limb
But wouldn't when it came to I, and him.
The world I could offer, and still it falls short
I resort to offer immortality
I resort to offer my heart, body, and soul
But it falls short of his needs
What he needs forever goes untold
He is satisfied with the realm in which he bleeds
Our love is present for all to see...
But it is his pride that keeps him away from me...
 

JSteele

New member
Okay,I've got another one here. I wrote it for Remembrance Day, but forgot to post it anywhere. I'm not really sure what I think of this one. I tried something new, but I'm just not sure if it clicked. You guys can decide for yourselves and let me know.

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Lest we Forget
By: Liam Hovey

I see the names scratched into walls,
Names of bodies never found.
They gave their lives for our own freedom,
Protecting our way of life.

Private James Selque,
A mine at Normandy.
Sergeant Anthony Douglas,
Artillery on the Western Front.

I see the rows of tombstones,
Markers of days past.
Men that died for all of us,
Heroes not to be forgotten.

Captain Daniel Chambers,
Shot down over the Pacific.
Colonel Michael Simpson,
Killed by German Flak.

Flowers dot the field,
Gifts to ancestors long past.
Bright red petals with pitch black centers,
They honour all the fallen.

Captain Mark Michaels,
His ship sunk at Midway
Ensign Brice Williams,
A torpedo from afar.

So as you walk through rows of stone,
And gaze upon the dead.
Always remember the sacrifice,
Made by those who bled.

Lest we forget.

-------

R&R anyone?

Holy crap. This was very, very well done! I don't even compare...but this was beautiful.
 

Toxic

New member
Holy crap. This was very, very well done! I don't even compare...but this was beautiful.

Thank you very much. I've always preferred free verse and assonance over rhyming and it always makes me smile to know it pays off.

I think I'll throw all these down here now.

Starlight:

Glimmering.
Shimmering.
Blinding thine eyes.

Why?
Why so bright?

Heat:
It blazes down.

Lighting,
Saving.
Burning,
Killing.

Does thou not care?

No.

Thine life is fleeting,
Brief,
Trivial.

Whilst thou shinest on forevermore.

From The Waves

To those who stood beside me,
Through times of woe and strife,
I thank you.
Your words, your presence,
They did more for me then all else.

To those who scorned me,
Clipped my wings and cut my sails,
I thank you also.
The fires of your hatred,
Fueled the very soul you sought to extinguish.

But to you who ignored me,
Looked past me as a swallow does a window,
I hope you remember at best this note.
And pray that you not
Leave others at the roadside.

And to all others, those I've known and known not alike,
Remember seize the dream.
Cover up my footsteps, and bury them so the world does not see,
The fateful path that took my breath,
And the bridge that shelters me.

The Bells Toll Blackened (Inspired by "To Kill A Mockingbird")

A score and half a dozen nights,
O'er August's eve.
One man in a courtroom,
His darkened skin his crime.

He would be given a fair trial,
Or so the law decreed.
But in the secret courts of men,
There was no case to see.

So he would struggle for his rights,
With calm collected fury.
As his attorney with conviction,
Swore to set him free.

The two would take the stage,
Present the truth with polished sheen.
But prejudice can cloud the eyes,
Innocent's luster would not be seen.

Doomed by his own flesh,
As ordered by the court.
The avatar of impartiality,
Stood blinded by their white.

Now the black man would stand tired,
Laid low by his plight.
He'd never been a gambling man,
But now he'd bet his life.

The fence was hardly close,
It mattered not to him.
Tom Robinson would run,
And let bullets cut him down.

And when the news broke out,
The blind would tip their hats.
Praising the white gunmen,
For their well placed shots.

Some would cry for loved ones lost,
While others still would weep.
And some would see with clarity,
Just how it should've been.

But it mattered not for Tom was dead,
Long before his trial.
A black man against a white girls word?
Her scream was the judgment bell.

* * *

Thoughts?
 
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