Poetry Bisharp's Personal Poetry Parlor

Are you not entertained?

  • Yes Bisharp, you've done it again!

    Votes: 41 70.7%

  • Who are you?

    Votes: 6 10.3%

  • It could use some work...

    Votes: 1 1.7%

  • I'm only here for the Pokemon references.

    Votes: 10 17.2%
  • Total voters
    58
A flash of steel
Direct with precision towards the heavens
A silent prayer to whatever gods would guide him today
The battlefield was alive with units, mobile and eager
Off the battlements, his shadow leaped
A sleek stab and a burly berserker falls
A sacred slash and another armored giant falls
Eyes turn to his regal figure
As a circle forms round
The elite units break off the staglines, to take a death dance with this myrmidon
A bearded, dreadlocked axe-grinder falls to a knife between the eyes
A thin-eyed archer only achieves friendly fire
With a flurry of cuts she falls
The mighty general steps into the showdown
A clean trimmed swashbuckler covered in tattoos, yet a handsome face like any dashing pirate
A bow to his opponent, and they have at it
The gods themselves fight for the outcome
Blow for blow, both parties stagger away
Agreeing to end it another day
 
Emtions, lost and confused
No map, no guide, no compass
Your lone beacon lies within
Slow rythmic taps
Let you know it's there
Beating onward, a steady drum
What song it plays
That's your choice
Follow your melody to the ends of the earth
Let nobody tell you otherwise
Stay true, stay pure
And it'll find a way
 
well, gg thread. ya had a good run for at least 10 years. now its gone.
do you feel your sins crawling down your back?
Because you're about to have a bad time.
 
I'll never forget you, even if I tried
Your mental image is in my brain, fried
Every laugh, every tear
Every gripe, every fear
You complain about the imperfections you don't possess
I should probably confess, I may be in obsess
My servitude shall be yours
My shield is planted to fend off all wars
A sword sheathed in your name
For any mistake, I am to blame
Hoping you accept my hand
So by your side I may stand
Sorry if I come off weird...
I think I'll just go. . .
 
A fish holding a balloon
Sounds right out of a cartoon
But hey, he's real
(Moreso than Donald Trump, you feel)
A pair of lungs to travel on the surface
A smile for sincerity, no less
Ironic that, a companion filled with air
Considering a fish breathing it is rather rare
No matter, it's a ravishing pair they make
To misjudge out of fishy suspicion a grave mistake
Give it up for Gillian, straight out of Atlantis
Even cooler than that pugilistic shrimp mantis
 
Wow. You're a pro at this. I can't even... Words can't describe. Woah, you made a poem of something so otherworldly random!

<- My avatar right now shows what my reaction was like reading it. ':eek: //still amazed
 
PersonaTea said:
Wow. You're a pro at this. I can't even... Words can't describe. Woah, you made a poem of something so otherworldly random!

<- My avatar right now shows what my reaction was like reading it. ':eek: //still amazed
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Aw, thank you. I'm glad you've enjoyed it as I've felt less reason to pick up the pen as of late. I've gotten some pretty wild requests before so don't get me wrong, I've probably had stranger, more random requests before.
 
wow... a poem about a fish holding a balloon? noice.
Can you write a poem that is questioning the existence of the Moon, Bjorkily? Like, if Bjork wrote a song about it. Except a poem
 
One day they'll get their dues
One day the stars will align
One day the pieces will fall into place
But that day
That day is not today
The gears lie in rust
The circuits are shot
The cogs of destiny have halted
Only because you have
Equip with you your sword
Raise it to the heavens
Take the reigns
And charge
For the day is yours
Carpe diem
 
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