Thread: Kromoh's poetry

Saviour
Kromoh

call for my name, my flaw
deemed me to forever wait
teach me to open my wings
and to fight the four dragons that condemn my eyes

with a sword forged of nightmares
embrace me as you slay my curse
allowing light to enter the depths
of a black maze made by myself

take me away from these shadows of death
the plague consumes the life in me
play the role of the saviour
in this night made to freeze
the flame that burns in my chest

…in a place of infinity
in a place light refuses to reach
lives a soul in the linger of shadow
born from heart and dead for love…

take me away from these shadows of death
the plague consumes the life in me
play the role of the saviour
in this night made to freeze
the flame that burns in my chest

…moving and moving away
ever returning to the same place
desperate for air and for heat
protected by dragons of ice…

take me away from these shadows of death
the plague consumes the life in me
play the role of the saviour
in this night made to freeze
the flame that burns in my chest

thou shalt decay
forsaken in darkish thoughts
attemptest to attain freedom
as I deny thy life

…enclosed in its own sorrow
so close but so far away
that soul fought for peace
for ever to fly away…

…and out of a dream with no escape…

Feel their voices
Kromoh


these words that keep rushing through my head
I never thought I would listen to them instead
the battle flows right in front of my eyes
the fear, the sword, fed with what is left of your lies

amazing mysteries to be found out
achievements you just would not want to go without
the unsolved tales that once roamed the land
the forgotten doors that for being opened are meant

a misleading hint leads you the right ways
an unnamed cemetery that decays
but the true mystery nowhere stays

now.. that the ancients are falling
and the falling grace keeps coming back
now.. that our children are starving
I just can't let you get what you can..

so I say, I will tell you out loud
that your life is on its way to hell
there is no one to save you
and I will not be more than just someone
to forgive all the truth you denied

so feel their voices
just when I tell them who you are
open your eyes
when I tell them what you would do for more
I will not be your hero when you call out for me

down, where the light will not be reaching you
you will see what it was to be me
betrayed, driven there by you
taking the seat of rightful evil
in hell

just feel their voices
as soon as I tell them you're not
don't close your eyes
by the time your whole world falls apart
.. you don't deserve the life that was given you
and you don't deserve all the happiness I've shared with you

you have betrayed me when I needed you the most

lol now I'm reviving this thread

just thought it was worth it. It is based on another poem by me, but I can find it now xD




Lunar
Kromoh

Kiss me in your magnificent magic,
surrounded by the yellowish light.
Embrace me when the dusk is mystic,
oh devoted queen of the night!

Carta
Kromoh

Lie on beside those old books
Books of covers green and red
Now that dust makes them older
Now that they have all been read.

Drawings not far to the right
Show the view of a cascade
Where nature reigns the beings
That drink and sing, fly and play.

My desk of dark, solid wood
Stares at me with a blind face
Glance of artistic longing
For the cry of the poet's play

Eu sempre terei saudades daquilo que nunca fiz.
Ou daquilo que fiz sem realmente fazer.
And that shall never change.

I don't know if people have noticed, but I made a short poem and added it to my signature. I really like this little one, so I'm adding it to the thread. Also, from now on I'll add interpretations to the poetry.

The Howling
Kromoh

Fair wolf of passion's cry, The tome that guards his words.
Learn the rhythm and abide, To the rule of the night's lords.

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The fair wolf is both a character of beauty and and animal of the night. The passion's cry is the emotion and tone expressed by the howling of the wolf, which is sang at his packmates and at the moon.
The wolf is then said to be "the tome that guards his words". This is of course figurative, and it means the wolf is the keeper of his (a person's) emotion, poetry, and feelings, just like a book is to an author.
In "learn the rhythm" it is conveyed that the feeling, or poetry of the wolf is not just plain words, but music. And the night's lords are the wolves, if you didn't realise it for yourself

White
Kromoh

Set alone as a cloud in the sky,
Is the wolf in the creek of the day.
When the dusk gives birth to a night,
Only then are the wolves free to play.

With one heart, the pack growls its sad cry,
In their eyes, not a deer, not some prey.
Will the pack ever find the moon's sprite?
Not as long as that girl glide away.

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This poem is not hard to understand, it is about how the wolves are lonely in the absense of the moon, and they seeking them moon instead of prey. But the moon aways slips away from them.

Looks good, I like it. Though I do prefer a more "flowing" style, like the one I use. The lines in your verses have less of a smooth texture and cause short stops, making them not flow as smoothly.

But nevermind that, as long as it rhymes, it's great, heheh.