1. Round 1 = Acceptance
2. Round 2 = Love
3. Round 3 = Epic (As in it should tell a story or a setting)
4. Round 4 = Open
This seems to be rather straight forward and enjoyable. I accept.
I know not of lapis lazuli much,
for a lover knows not of things such,
to him it appears naught but in the eyes of his love,
beckoning a cry, that of a mourning dove!
That sad rose in his heart that yearns
for the beloved,
grows thorns glazed of blood,
I am encompassed in madness,
aware of my own sadness,
until the music of our love begins to play,
and we are taken to that land far away!
For in this world it
that I love you and
you love me.
This melody of ours,
does it play in your heart?
It intoxicates me so,
and yet fills me with woe.
For I shall never receive your
I shall always remain your
a mourning dove!
This is the first poem I wrote in years so I realize it sucks, but I am proud of it. Go easy on me, kay! :)
Over to you!
Hello there, and sorry for the delay. I decided to take a bit darker approach to this, a bit more abstract perhaps?
Still I sat, I sat and wondered.
recall her scent, her touch and colour
I looked behind and walked the pathway
It placed me there, to mourn the grave
I walked upon the open ground,
Of the horsemen I see but four,
their mother besides them, that Babylonian whore,
virtue has gone, illness has spread,
the Antichrist, this Earth has wed!
Lucifer sits, a crown on his head,
proud of the army he so greatly led,
martyrs lie below his throne,
where is the savior man was sworn?
He shan't come, all hope is lost,
such is the result of men like Faust,
God has left us one said with despair,
his eyes had shed, many a tear.
Not in glory, not in white,
but in the hearts of those with light,
came God's artful voice, and they did say
Dominus Illuminatio Mea.
No worries, you are not the only one that is late. Work, soclial responsabilities and such delayed me a lot. But I managed to throw this together, sorry, it is a bit long. I tried to maintain a constant rythm troughout, so if you can find a bard you're welcome to have him sing this. :P
Listen, oh listen, to the tale I have sung.
As king he was loved, his heart oh so brave.
For a little down west lived a king on his own.
Atlas then sent his messenger down
Atlas him 'vited to a feast big and great
Fortnight that passed, the horses three-ten.
Atlas them greeted with the bright golden smile
But as they all slept, Atlas one only woke
But Liontongue knew, and was he so smart
A battle then came, a battle for life.
But Liontongue leaped, and charged for the king.
A pile so great, of corpses then came
The embers where wild, the flames grew so large
With splinters and logs falling over his head
The castle came down, from dust and to dust.
But Atlas, oh Atlas was found by the shore.
Now hear me, now hear me, the tale I have sung.
I concede your poetry is way better.
All right, but you did a splendid job anyhow in my opinion.
Thank you for the debate, I quite enjoyed it.
Au revoir. :)