[Aramus Shurtugal]

Battle

To me the battle is simple,

listen to the enemies cries.

And watch the men on grey dapples,

charge out with their minds full of lies.

The man up in front is their leader,

he wants to kill you all.

And take for himself your breeders,

to breed for himself horses in fall.

Your leader does not want that,

he reaches their leader and kills.

That man right up to his hat,

While one man has chills.

A standing in cold water,

the water flows up to his waist.

He wishes that he had gone in later,

the water rushes so fast that he has to brace.

What do you think? Nonsense I know. Makes no sense right? Ya well it's just one of those nonsnse poems that I like to write. More later.

This post has been edited by Aramus Shurtugal: 18 September 2009 - 04:07 PM

[Aramus Shurtugal]

Time

Time stands still in my room,

a blanket wraps around me.

On the floor is a red rose bloom,

from long ago given to me.

In 1897 by a young man named John,

I refused him and now the rose reminds me.

Of the white swan,

A symbol of mine love.

All the time that I have lived,

wishing that he would come back.

And set me free so that I may survive,

I want to be revived.

Of this curse of mine,

that will be my death.

In this room that smells of brine,

I can hear each of my breaths.

In this room time stands still,

and I will forever wait.

For deaths chill,

to rid me of this hate.

This one I personaly liked writing. Hope that you guys like reading it. If anyone does read it that is.

[Aramus Shurtugal]

Cold Winter

Cold wind a blows over silent hills,

where once children did play.

Cold snow covers over old kills,

of the young hunters prey.

Cold air hangs still over gardens,

dead with their seeds waiting.

Cold hardened hearts softened,

by the happy sound of children skating.

Cold water frozen where ocean meets river,

ready for children to play.

Cold water which the children will never quiver,

across the frozen bay.

Cold winter once will sway,

it's icy hold on this world.

The frozen snow will melt away,

and icy winter will set free this small world.

I like doing poetry. It's funner than I thought at first when my mom told me to practise it. I hope that you like this poem?

This post has been edited by Aramus Shurtugal: 19 September 2009 - 02:33 AM

[Blazing Elf]

I liked it I'm not sure about the other people.

[Aramus Shurtugal]

Why thank you Blazing Elf. I'm not sure about the other people either.