Sampling of my modest poetry

[Makdrey]

Decided to share my poetry, starting from the latest and going back in time.

Hurt
Ive lost a part of me ill never have again
not when im older, wiser or less full of sin
Ill move on and accept the loss
but while im asleep ill turn and toss
I feel like im losing the best part of me
and the world just cant see
Im losing it all when ive lost you
Wishing to hear those words, i love you too
The past ripping me apart
the future waiting to start
Ill move on and grow to what i was and beyond
but to that part i leave behind, ill always be fond
I head forward on a charge towards the end
without my best and favorite friend

I had to paste this one in heh
My brother at arms
There once was a friend so warm-hearted
Who could blow away the storm

A friend so great it was no fun being parted
In one smile the world was in perfect form
Friendship was shared so easily
and it grew to be strong

My addition to the friendship compared measily
and at times I was very wrong

Through time I did some things that should have condemned me
I acted the fool

You shined through with your love and made me see
and never acted cruel

I tell you now my love will always be there
to my brother at heart

Ill always wonder how you fair
my mind is set, my feelings will never part

[Makdrey]

Demon within myself

One day while I was walking down the street

I fell over a log, tripped over my own feet

Angered at myself, I grumbled quite loud

I picked myself up, no longer quite as proud

I continued down the street, looked to make sure

That no one saw, I know not what for

I see behind me a shadow, long and thin

Gliding through the streets where I had just been

Startled at first I ran at a quick pace

My body sweating, my heart in a race

A fear rises up before me, like I’ve never seen

There a slippery black snake, taught and lean

His skin seemed to crawl, undulate around

His teeth shine, his tongue in and out of his frown

Black souls screaming among his girth

Running up and down his back up to and into his snakelike mirth

Frantic now, his gaze a stunning force

I jump and sway anything to change my course

Simple logic got me out of this situation

Shocked the serpent was of my elation

A snake of its obvious mental ability

Would have to set me free

Cause if I were to die today

How could he stay?

Obviously he is my mental state personified

If he kills me, he will have died

So this slimy nefarious monstrosity

Who yet remains for me to see

This creature of my dark

Who lives inside of my minds ark

Slithering around, ready to be released

Ready to have a feast

My mind drives me through avenues

Which way to choose

Trust in my gut that this is my imagination

My deadly creation ?

It coils around me, constricting me hard

Now I realize my thoughts where retard

As it curled around my head all the way down to my feet

Surrounding me like a thick heavy sheet

The thought was self centered

That this being couldn’t hurt me was absurd

I gave myself too much credit

Being so foolish I just let it

Now I’m one of those souls

Up and down his black coals

Screaming in agony, extremely pained

Killing my life, forever stained

[Makdrey]

The Dreams

I was sleeping, sleeping in my bed

When I had a dream, a dream in my head

It was about a friend, a friend who I love

An angel like friend, friend from above

I was visited this night, the night that I dreamed

By an outcast, an outcast that seemed

Seemed to be there, there for me

And I wondered, wondered why he loved me

I asked him why, why he cared

He replied, that there where more things we shared

He said that we are the same

Neither of us can be the blame

For being ourselves, ourselves is who we are

So never stray, stray from being yourself, too far

[Makdrey]

My Pride and flagship so to speak.

Pool

A peaceful pool, smooth and unmoving

All motion stopped, trainquil, soothing

quiet spring morning, not a wave breaking

That mirror like surface, breath taking

no creatures active, everything still

no rivlets or drops, only a slight wind chill

early spring on the horizon, plants renewing

whats this? movement on the surface, a downpour brewing

first a drop and a small dimple

the beauty of this day, upset by a drop so simple

many drops start, many ripples collide

the trees creaking, the wind sighed

the clouds rumble, darken and full of taunt

accumilating in mass, unleashing its faunt

this peaceful pool, interrupted from sleep

water and waves, the banks wet and steep

filling the pond, collecting all drops

the storm breaks, everything stops

the wind dies down, the ripples fade

the glass like surface returns, awe inspiring, God made

[Makdrey]

The Destruction of Me

Wrapped in Riddle

Master of disguise

Unconsciously feel

Lord of despise

Self Indulgence

Insanity a friend

Nothing makes sense

No chance to mend

Pain and destruction

Hand in hand

Can… Not… function

Unable to make a stand

What to do

What to say

My Options are so very few

Neither black, nor white, only gray

What do I choose?

Which is the one for me?

What do I trully have to lose?

Will It make me finally free?

Will the success bring the peace

To find a lasting release

A Destruction of the pain!

Ultimately nothing to gain

Will the chance make it worse

Will it end this curse?

Take the risk to be wrong again

And March into hell with my torturous sin

A mind shattered

A life destroyed

A light mattered

An empty, empty, void

[Wobbie]

yeah, those are really great. i'm guessing there's more to come? i hope so.

[Makdrey]

I am unfortunately not as naturally talented as some on this sight and i can not make things up when i want to, all my poetry and my writings come at some inspired moment, my favorite poem, pool, was actually wrote on a bus ride home from school. I took a peice of paper and it flowed onto it. Thats the way most of my poetry originates, i have some more saved here and there, ill have to retrieve them and share them on the site. granted, if people think my poetry is worthy of being read.

[Wobbie]

hell yeah, definantly worthy of being read. your poetry is really really inspired.

[Makdrey]

Originally Said by trafficjamzombie

hell yeah, definantly worthy of being read. your poetry is really really inspired.

Thanks man, i appreciate that. hopefully i can live up to that statement.

[Makdrey]

Power of the end
Silver fire flecked with crimson red
Blood stained with curses of the dead
Powerful magic floating to his hand
Men dead in circles around where he made his stand
The grinning mage yelled with pain
and his blood created another stain
His life force draining on the ground
He turned to hear another sound
A last legion of men at the charge
He unleashed his last spells at their sarge
Silver fire flecked with crimson red
Many men now lay dead
A thousand men or more die fighting this mage
If they had waited another week, hed have died of old age
Now he dies with a thousand more deaths on his head
Passing on from this life, the mage is dead
The many thousand scratches takes its tole
destroying the mages soul

[Wobbie]

i like that one, it's great

[Makdrey]

Cloud inspired me to write an opposite parent poem. hope you dont mind cloud.

I was born into this world with nothing
you gave me a gasp of breath
no angels opened up to sing
with only the promise of death

My siblings where a blessing for sure
they taught me i had to be in it for me
my intentions where only pure
I only wanted to be free

Soon i realized no matter how much i relied on my family
I would always be alone
my mom did the best she could but my friend she could never be
and id never let her atone

My father was a solitary man who didnt like me much
he did give me some things like values and morals
but i wasnt ever good enough for him in sports and such
We mainly had lots of quarrels

My father died when i was young, barely a young man
we never came to terms a father and a son
he took care of the bills and kept bacon in the pan
but our relationship was never any fun

When he died i cried, but not for the pain
i cried because of the loss
the chance to have a father to gain
and my mom just drank alot of the sauce

With the loss of my father my mother shacked up with a drunk
she took to his side over mine
he was a real skunk
then my aunt thru me a line

my aunt i live with now and from this lofty perch
i saw my failing family
and i began my search
for the love i didnt have, to love me

My mother i havent forgiven or my father too
neither gave me much of a start
but my breath anew
but now i see them freshly and i love them with all my heart

They tried their best and even know it wasnt enough
they loved me in their own way
and the lack of them made me tough
and a single person, one, will be the way i stay


( This one i had to force, it didnt come smooth because i dont like writing about this stuff but i think it has helped me come to terms with some of my childhood and lack there off )

[Wobbie]

that ones great too, you can sort of tell it was hard to write. that's why there's so much emotion i think.

[Makdrey]

Traffic, you are the most responsive and positive person ive seen on here. Thanks. youve really encouraged me. let me know if i can do anything for you.

[Makdrey]

Army in formation
anxios from battle starvation
the battle must be fought
victory must be sought
to conquer and rule
use the army as your tool
set up a line of men impassable
make sure your achers quivers are full
use the catapult to lead the attack
keep your men back
launch the arrows at the start of their advance
here it comes, heres your chance
hold your line, rain the arrows down
secure your warriors gown
check your nobel armor
call for your men to stir
blow the trumpet for the advance
secure your mount and your lance
pull your archers back, adorn them with swords
gather your riders, nobels and lords
gallop yoru steed through the army
make the cowards flee
slash and cut, decimate the men
soon if fortune holds, you'll win
flank and surround all that's left alive
finish it quickly, let none survive
you've won at a staggering cost
but all is not lost
the kingdom is yours to control
the kingdom you stole

[Makdrey]

Mr. Knowitall
A little man, no more than five foot
nearly short, to be bluntly put

ears slightly longer than the norm
almost a fragile little form

while not particularly shy
be careful of his sweet lie

hair of grainy rough black
in charm he has no lack

his eyes hypnotic, his words commanding
can't deny him, you're only a mortal being

he's seen more than scholars and wiser still
complete confidance he makes you feel

this powerful creature possessing your mind
any secrets you have he will find

his presence is overwhelmingly felt
as if your brain could just melt

he moves through us as if he was one of us
we let him without any fuss

he takes from your mind what he wants
but he never ever taunts

everything he takes is a secret to him
he wont mention it, now as much a part of him as his own limb

if no harm or anything constructive comes from this
then what is the point.. what is it that we miss?

who knows, maybe thats just what hes suppose to do
to understand what you knew

does all that exists have to make sense at all
maybe thats not really a downfall

[Makdrey]

The real warrior princess
The room full of idiots and peasants
gorging themselves with wine and pheasants
laughter and the sound of dance
weapons in the corner, swords, shields, and a childs lance
how these fools disgusted her
the merriment ceased as she caused the stir
room full of white skinned males
her skin so ebony, other womens beauty pales
tightly wrapped and revealing what every man her wanted
delicious lips, smiled and her ample cleveage flaunted
no doubt in her mind, that she was in control
her eyes a baby blue, her intoxicating scent, how it did flow
wrapping her beauty around everything bringing light to the dark
the tattoo on her thigh, a bloody rose, depicting her mark
her hair unusually golden for her race
she carried her weapons with a warriors grace
this is her domain, her armies camp
lit little with a solitary lamp
her pesence illuminates the halls
reminding her of her fathers long ago balls
her father long dead and his kingdom destroyed
thats why she's here, to fill that void
retake the land that was hers by birth right
to conquer whats hers, to never give up till victory is in sight
with her knowledge of war and siege
she would take down another self titled Lord Leige
with beauty and steel at her call
her army will not fall
bound by vengence, armored with power
she craves victory, blood within the hour
to battle she shouts, in the morning we take the hold!
the adrenile runs, she puts on the armor that fits her body's mold
time to fight with the chance of death
a small chance to dance with the after life

[Makdrey]

Im up late thinking of you
Wondering what I did

Looked thru my things and found something you gave me
Now im up late thinking of you

Found it so precious, now we are done
Im tired up late thinking of you

Why oh why did things end the way they did
Why must i always lay awake thinking about you

What happened to what we had.. surely its not gone
I wonder if i will fall asleep thinking of you

Possessed by what was and what I want to be
Now i wonder if you are lately thinking of me, perhaps thinking about me thinking of you

Now im up late thinking of you
Now i am up late, missing you

Now im up late dedicated to what was
now im up late trying to let go

( Its hard to let go of someone you love and its hard to miss them and find something they gave you and it breaks your heart for that split second it takes you to remember, that split second when what once was can come flooding back, darkening what is there now with its bright light then come crashing down to bleek, empty darkness overwhelming)

[Wobbie]

awesome, some new ones. i really the real warrior princess. that's a cool one. I love this line in mr knowitall "does all that exists have to make sense at all" cool stuff, keep up the good work Makdrey

[hai Jay]

I think your poems are great.

What happened to my other post? There was someone who wrote a poem that seemed to make fun of yours...and I said something about it. Now it is gone.

Anyways, great poems, Makdrey.