Re: Poems by LordTomyh

**LordTomyh** Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:06 pm

A fallen angel
her wings of innocence.
Winters kiss.

Summers dance
a orange sparrow in flight.
Golden leaves.

Willow leaves
Green ash rain upon the wind.
Brilliant jade.

**LordTomyh** Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:06 pm

My fear consuming me,
I feel it burning within.
Ash stained upon my heart,
my fear born from despair.

I feel it burning within,
eating me alive.
My fear born from despair,
My soul alight.

Eating me alive,
My fear devouring my soul.
My soul alight,
My mind almost undone.

My fear devouring my soul,
Ash stained upon my heart.
My mind almost undone,
My fear consumes me.

**LordTomyh** Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:09 pm

Hair of raven, eyes of sapphire
soul of sunlight. Defender
of the worlds innocence.
With wings of wisdom
the angel knight.
Heavens child.
A heart of
white.
Fate.
black.
A heart of
Hell’s child.
The demon knight.
with wings of hatred.
of the worlds evil sin
Soul of hells dark. Ruler
Hair of wood, eyes of blood

**LordTomyh** Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:10 pm

Memories consumed, my mind torn apart,
an open wound, picking me apart.

So many lives, now slipping from me like dust on a wind,
the ghosts of joys long dead, of sorrows long buried,
lost upon a timeless wind.

Shattered memories, like shards from the looking glass,
hiding my true reflection. Fractured and broken, a thousand memories torn.
The battle never won, my mind almost undone.

The eyes of blue, my windows to the world, locking away the wrath,
consuming my soul, shattering my memories.

The evil of my mind, demons of my soul,
breaking me, the film of my life being torn.

**LordTomyh** Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:10 pm

A boy, the second to walk the land.
A tender heart with hair of wood,
timid eyes of sapphire blue, watching a world in fear.

A prison walking,
evil, chaos consuming locked away within his heart.
Rage unchecked, destruction bound,
with chains of flesh and blood.

Vowing to end the evil. seeking release
From the highest tower,
He flew without wings.

His memories scattered like pages of a book,
Lost in the wind.
His heart free, flying,
only leaving a gentle smile

**LordTomyh** Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:11 pm

A guardian, the third to walk the land.
Face hidden behind a mask of green,

A sentinel towering,
his eyes like the sun, bright as a fire.
His body, wreathed in lush emerald steel,
Warm as the touch of summer.

Envied, by his closest friend, his brother
green in armour and soul.

Corrupted by darkness,
filled with endless hunger.
Stabbed in the back, his brother’s name,
a curse upon his lips

**LordTomyh** Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:11 pm

Up is down when left is right
to go forward you must go backwards
to fall is to go straight up and jumping gets you to the ground.

Truth is lies and lies are the truth
the sun sets in the east and it snows in summer.
Santa Clause lives in the south pole
and that sounds more reasonable to me.

**LordTomyh** Sat Sep 01, 2012 3:11 pm

A person trying to express the world
in pen and paper.
Painting worlds with words for all
to see, to touch everyone like branches on a tree.
The poets words stuck in their head, words
they can’t say. Words that only find release
with pen and paper.

**LordTomyh** Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:47 pm

Night, eternal darkness. Bones played like
xylophones. Endless wrath trapped inside
Yelling for release.
Death shall ran upon the worlds as ash
lightning and fire devouring all
And all shall be destroyed by my hand.

**LordTomyh** Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:48 pm

I walked the world, it’s change now proved,
watching the grand future pass.
In history, I stand alone, unmoved.

All those I once knew and loved,
now dead and gone. Alas.
I walk the world, its change now proved.

The sun and moon forever coved,
dance eternal, forever in chasse.
In history, I stand alone, unmoved

My heart, tormented and bruised,

my home, lost to time and grass.
I walk the world, its change now proved.

My cursed fate, unimproved
Lurking in the shadows, a bat,
in history. I stand alone, unmoved

5,000 years I have roved,
alone with only memories amass.
I walked the world, its change now proved.
In history, I stand alone, unmoved.

**cyclonecasey** Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:49 pm

This sounds familiar...

**LordTomyh** Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:49 pm

My fear consumes me,
I feel it burn within.
heart stained with ash,
my fear born from despair.

I feel it burn within,
eating me alive.
My fear born from despair,
sets soul alight.

Eating me alive,
My fear devour my soul.
My soul alight,
My mind almost undone.

My fear devour my soul,
heart stained with ash.
My mind almost undone,
My fear consumes me

**LordTomyh** Wed Oct 17, 2012 11:50 pm

A slab of gold, born
deep within the Earth.
Found in salt white quartz, freed
by pick, shovel and TNT.

A slab of gold, only by day and light
of the sun can it really shine.
Values by many, worn by some.
Fantasised in the head of the thief
on the way to the gallows noose.

A slab of gold ruling kingdoms wide,
from atop some persons head. A bright
crown upon some sweaty head.
Traded from hand to hand, worth
more then the money it’s made into.

A slab of gold, beautiful.
With a diamond, a contract,
a sealing bond brought
at a jewellery store.

A slab of gold, endless.
Born before life, forged
in a dead star.
Again locked beneath the earth,
destined to live after us.

**ivorymaid** Fri Oct 19, 2012 10:40 am

I like these alot! Nice rhymes and great flow!

**LordTomyh** Fri Oct 19, 2012 11:57 am

This is my years work from poetry class

**LordTomyh** Tue May 10, 2016 8:44 pm

Reason is the measure of mentality.

For without it, reality

lacks all rhythm or rhyme,

and simply becomes an anarchical design.

**cyclonecasey** Tue May 10, 2016 8:49 pm

Nice, short and sweet.

**LordTomyh** Wed Jun 01, 2016 1:08 am

And so we remember them

not for they are here,

but because they are gone,

and gave their all so that we may

live and love and fight and grow old,

as they do not. And though they lie,

unmarked and unfound, in

fields of green returned to old,

They shall forever be remembered,

not as men with names and faces, and

hearts to break and tears to shed, but

as our eternal young who sailed so very far

for a war not of our making, but that

in which in turn led to our making.

The legend was born of blood and tears,

upon the wrong shores of a foreign name,

now forever footnoted in the history of our

infancy as a nation. And the soil they share

their graves with the enemy of different tongue,

and for all the wrong reasons they clashed, rising

from the sea like the creatures of old to paint

the desert cliffs the colour of

our countless youth slain.

And so now let them lay and sleep

among the flowers of their shed colour

Among the crosses, row on row.

**LordTomyh** Sun Dec 18, 2016 2:53 pm

The Vision is the destination,

the energy the engine.

The plan is your roadmap,

the action the trip.

Your reflection,

is the memories you make.

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