I've already warned you about my enthusiasm to write poetry on Chat, not that anyone would be interested anyway (because I've only gotten negative feedback thus far). So, I'm trying my luck here on the forums. I have three kinds of poems, ones with suggestive themes, those without innuendo, and those with religious implications. For that reason, those with suggestive themes will be on the second half on this post, in beige (just highlight them), while the religious ones and those that aren't suggestive will be on the first half. Damien Miller is my pen name. Constructive criticism would be much appreciated.
Religious
Silent Agony
By Damien Miller
From the zenith of the Earth's barren sky
To the abyss of the blazing furnaces
The voices of souls, young and old
Howl a silent cry
The souls bellow for eternities
And their fingers bleed blue fire
Their tears are swords, and they sweat sharp knives
All that is left are forsaken lives
But these squeals of torment have been heard
By a heart of white and loving word
With hollow hands and feet with holes
Yes! Our Lord will save our souls
The light that fell into the shade
To end the blight that man had made
On a cross for us He died
Now in our hearts He does abide
The swords and knives are now left blunt
And the howls now songs in harmony
With a wave of His hand He cleansed the flames
And brought an end to the agony
*Silent Agony is a Christ themed poem that won me first prize during our school's foundation week, with the theme being "Redeeming and transforming lives". I crammed it on the day of the deadline but got the gold nevertheless.
The Author's Quill
By Damien Miller
The earth befalls the birth of time
Our Author writes, His work sublime
Our hands from clay, He took to mold
Now we are art, more prized than gold
The man and woman bound in glee
Till they stumbled upon a tree
Both in shame, a price they paid
The Author's quill, they had betrayed
A cunning tongue left two deceived
The garden shut, the sinners leaved
The serpent's curse, he could not take
His fate is clear, the fiery lake
Now tomes of faith proclaim a vision
Skies of blood lie painted crimson
From down he came, the prince of air
Fling your saber, if you dare
The good have come, the skies are clear
The heavens gleam, now seal your fear
A mane that glows, the silver stallion
Shine wings of light, the divine battalion
Atop a hill, the rivals clash
Their swords are stained upon each slash
The swindler's lost, he cannot mend
The righteous have triumphed, this marks the end
*An apocalyptic and Biblical poem written for my leisure.
Fiend of Fire
By Damien Miller
Ahead of time sing angels rapturous
Symphonies rhyme, the cherub wails furious
Yonder the kingdom his hunger deludes
The portal has clasped, the omen now broods
He sought to become like the Most High
He knows not truth; he can only lie
Into the pyre, he ebbs below
Amidst the mis'ry of hell's inferno
In day he stalks beneath the shade
At night he walks at moonlight's spade
In dusk he knocks, your heart he locks
At dawn he stirs a morbid trade
Your tongue like sundry tar he bends
The mouth like wintry earth he mends
The sound of words pronounce your hate
Your silence told, he seals their fate
But souls of pure he cannot fight
He runs at faith's immortal light
His baneful taunts, you must not fret
With love and prayer, he is no threat
*Initially, this poem was about a serial killer, or a fugitive of some sort. Then I thought of applying a Biblical perspective to it, which suits it perfectly now! During the build-up, the poem tells us how powerful the devil really is, and how he came to be. Though we all know that in the end, the heart of the believer is more than enough to conquer him a hundredfold.
No religious implications
Waking Dream
By Damien Miller
Though the world seems dull and grey
The trees still raise their boughs to pray
The rivers flow, the clouds still cry
The wind shall blow, the birds will fly
When dusk is old I lie at rest
The dawn is young, my slumber blest
When stars are borne unto the night
The drear of darkness bends to light
Within my sleep, I talked alone
Into ebony, my soul was thrown
Beyond the skies I blankly stared
My tears were shed, but no one cared
No heart can know what I can feel
A sea of dreams my thoughts conceal
No words can say what lies within
My life anew, I now begin
Dreams are all but things of mind
Now dreams of life I seek and find
No eyes can see the bliss on earth
For only I, have seen its worth
*A poem that I wrote for someone on her birthday. It doesn't directly imply how special she was to me, but it somehow does.
Kingdom Come
By Damien Miller
What is left of what was born
And what is here for me to mourn?
The walls are burnt; the king forlorn
Now this little game of chess I scorn.
Does it matter, shall it ever?
You my king are, not too clever
Will you care, or will you dare,
Is this more than you can bear?
Caesar's lament reigns supreme
But you have nothing to redeem!
Haunting echoes spew regret,
And the halls of time shall not forget!
The tyrant stands on cold debris,
And the monarch was betrayed,
The convict lives a life of free
But the prince, the heir, has stayed.
On the throne, you sit and laugh,
With your scepter, and your staff
The land is all, and all you rule
But what is all, to the royal fool?
The prince now knocks, so let him in,
The servant locks, the door within
But the king is young, so let him grow
Let him learn, and he will know.
*I used this as a substitute for a net rant in this one forum, and it has several implications. It served its purpose properly though.
For you(Haiku Hybrid)
By Damien Miller
Poems for the poet,
And Shakespeare for the sonnet,
Tomes, for the know it.
High for those on low
And pride for little ego;
Learn, for those who grow.
Food for the hungry
And calmness for the angry
Grace, for dancer's glee.
Money for the poor
Certainty for those not sure
Beauty, to allure.
Light is for the dark
Candles for the little spark
Words, for ears to hark.
Jingle for the bell
The mouth for words love can tell
Nose, for me to smell.
Red is there for blue
Honesty! To speak things true
And I, am here for you.
*I tried going with the average English Haiku, but I couldn't stand not having rhyme! So, I tried a little experiment, which ended up making this.
Robert Rhyme
By Damien Miller
Best read with an Irish accent.
Come here me boy, I be Robert Rhyme!
Everythin' I say will rhyme each time!
Now lemme tell you me tales sublime...
But first me fee, a shillin' or dime!
When Jack n' Jill went up the hill
Little ol' me was sittin' by the mill
Jack was on crack, so he broke his back
While Jill who drank whisky, I soaked in me sack!
When Humpty Dumpty sat on me wall
Yes me wall, a hundred feet tall!
He ga'e me a limb, and he ga'e me leg
By the way! Humpty Dumpty wasn't an egg
When granny me neighbor lived in a shoe
I did her a favor, she paid me back few
No woman on soil was ungrateful as she,
So I whipped all her children, and dipped them in tea!
When little baby was free to play
I hung him on a tree to stay all day
So horridly cute, there baby napped
I threw me right boot, and me oak tree snapped!
When there were no stars to twinkle, you weren't there I'd bet,
The dark night sky was a great silhouette!
So dark in fact, it was worse than coal
So I took a few needles, and for each pricked a hole!
Alas you've now heard my stories told,
So gimme a coin for me pot o' gold!
It's up to you to think o' them true,
If you don't, I'll make a rhyme out o' you!
*Ah... Robert Rhyme is mayhap my magnum opus at this age, although somewhat incomplete. It took lots of wit to write this. Robert Rhyme is called so, because he caused the events in nursery rhymes to happen. If he weren't there, the nursery rhymes probably wouldn't have had rhymes, and they would've been told as rhymless tales. So, we can say the Robert Rhyme is 'the soul of rhyme'.
Time's Rebirth
By Damien Miller
I walk among the dunes of time
As I slowly gain some pace
The mounds of sand, I crawl to climb
And I yearn to end the race
Mem'ry knows that past was there
And history proves past true
But age will come to leave past bare
Where it has gone, I have no clue
Beyond the hill, I cannot see
The future is obscured
At the peak, I soon shall be
And tomorrow is assured
The present lives in vain to die
It hast'ly fades to past
Just as quickly time shall fly
As nothing lives to last
Now at the edge of time I rest
To look upon the earth
At last I plea my one request
To harness time's rebirth
*Err, this isn't what I'd consider a 'heartfelt' poem really. I really just came up with this to have something to submit for a poetry contest, and of course I failed. Miserably. Of course, it was alright to lose since my competition was really worthy of its place; what poem better come from the heart than one written for someone you lost? Kudos to you Phantasmal Reality!
A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, it was
By Damien Miller
Found the One in Tatooine, Obi-Wan and Qui-gon did
But too old he was, so train him the council forbid
Quite frightful, young Skywalker was to raise
Yet learn he did, in the Force's ways.
Filled with hatred Anakin was in Kenobi, his brother
And died in his hands did his only mother
Fall in love did Skywalker, with the senator of Naboo
And wed her he did; the Jedi taboo
Hidden was the marriage, so paid them the cost
Give birth did Amidala, but to death she had lost
Deceived by the Sith Lord Anakin was
Now dwell within him the Dark Side does
Constitute the Empire, did the Lord of the Sith
Now the Jedi council, be only a myth
In Tatooine lives the Skywalker named Luke
And to him did old Ben Kenobi rebuke
To Dagobah went the newborn Jedi
And learn did he from a brand-new ally
Not ready was Luke to face Skywalker
But the truth he was told, "I am your father."
Meet again did the father and son
And return to the light side did The Chosen One
Weakened Anakin was in remorse
And become one he did with The Force
*Okay, this was quite a toughy to muster up. First of all, I had to write this in Yoda. Secondly, I had to rhyme the yoda speech. But nonetheless, it was something fun to write. Hope you had fun reading it just as much.
Pretentious Truth
By Damien Miller
I am awake, but I dream upon the morning's drear
My eyes are wide open, yet darkness welcomes me
I have never been here, but my soul beckons that I've returned
My lips are sealed tight, but I speak my words aloud
I pretend to be me, but I am no longer myself
My heart still beats, yet I feel but naught
I have forgotten so many things, but I have never known them
My flesh is parched numb, yet pain pierces me so
I foresee a premonition, but it has already happened before
My barren feet walk forward, but my footsteps lie ahead of me
I am all alone, yet I feel surrounded by many
My life has only begun, yet it has already ended
I roam the streets and beg, yet beggars too ignore me
My shadow moves along, but I'm the one who follows
I feel the wintry snow, but I don't shiver from the cold
My mirror is my home, I am my own reflection
I remember tomorrow, just like it was yesterday
My fear was not there, but I had no courage
I spent an eternity, in seconds that came by
My brother wept, my brother moaned, my brother saw me die
*My first online free-verse poem, I think. Paradoxes and contradictory statements have evermore been great to meddle with, especially in poetry. You've probably seen better ones out there, but this was worth a shot. =S
Strings of Regret
By Damien Miller
A waft of air hath gently kissed
The flaring sunrise' fervent bliss
A damsel refined, whence came she?
Oh deity Colleen, thou bringest mine glee!
The cyan waters all beckon her name
A pristine maiden that for naught can we blame
Betwixt us twain a thread our love weaves
Ne'er shalt we part until our life grieves!
Two strings of destiny art firmly entwined
Predestined knots that were fated to bind
In a world so vast, these strangers collided
Now only through death, shalt they be divided
Amidst beds of myrtle, we frolic together
To envision a dream of a joyous forever
All mine time with her I shalt spend
Alas, all beginnings hath their ends
At midnight's lament mine leman is gone
I mourn of mine bride 'til darkness is dawn
With blood on a palm, and Colleen on the other
Mine dainty heart is crippled asunder
At sullen anguish I drown in disdain
In somber deluge I'm consumed in pain
Am I abandoned, or shalt I be saved
Why is this world so dim and depraved?
I lie on ashen shores to wait
And ponder of mine daunting hate
Such lavish disputes hath fathomed astray
Why doth be there love, why be there dismay?
The clouds hover at sunset's blaze
Horizon spans in sunken gaze
Mine feet art engulfed in silt and sand
I hath nothing left but a thread in hand
My most recent entry for WF.O's weekly poetry contest. This is the first Early Modern English poem that I've submitted, and I put lots of effort into it.
Innuendo
"Mature" readers only. Highlight to read.
Heaven's Chaste
By Damien Miller
Atop her tower my maiden shall sing
On the eve that she slips on her ring
The elderly miser shall fumble and cry
But not even he, has heard the great lie
In her room, to wear her iv'ry gown
Her groom is now ready, the clown of all clowns
The trombones are steady, the music now plays
The peasants now beg, the baron shall pay
The jester's folly is but an old game
Her suitor now scoffs, in glamor and fame
The bells are now ringing, their fringes collide
The knell of the wed, now haunts evil's bride
My princess now sleeps, her dreams are kept vague
The scoundrel in deeps of vanity's plague
The prince of all lies has peeled the flesh taste
Our virgin of pure has lost heaven's chaste
*Heaven's Chaste, my first ever online entry, and my first ever online poetry contest winning piece. I had tough competition too!
There would be more for this section if it weren't for the fact that this forum is for all ages. Anyway, that should cover the most of my more recognizable pieces.[/poems]
Post Scriptum: I am not emo Bela.
Religious
Silent Agony
By Damien Miller
From the zenith of the Earth's barren sky
To the abyss of the blazing furnaces
The voices of souls, young and old
Howl a silent cry
The souls bellow for eternities
And their fingers bleed blue fire
Their tears are swords, and they sweat sharp knives
All that is left are forsaken lives
But these squeals of torment have been heard
By a heart of white and loving word
With hollow hands and feet with holes
Yes! Our Lord will save our souls
The light that fell into the shade
To end the blight that man had made
On a cross for us He died
Now in our hearts He does abide
The swords and knives are now left blunt
And the howls now songs in harmony
With a wave of His hand He cleansed the flames
And brought an end to the agony
*Silent Agony is a Christ themed poem that won me first prize during our school's foundation week, with the theme being "Redeeming and transforming lives". I crammed it on the day of the deadline but got the gold nevertheless.
The Author's Quill
By Damien Miller
The earth befalls the birth of time
Our Author writes, His work sublime
Our hands from clay, He took to mold
Now we are art, more prized than gold
The man and woman bound in glee
Till they stumbled upon a tree
Both in shame, a price they paid
The Author's quill, they had betrayed
A cunning tongue left two deceived
The garden shut, the sinners leaved
The serpent's curse, he could not take
His fate is clear, the fiery lake
Now tomes of faith proclaim a vision
Skies of blood lie painted crimson
From down he came, the prince of air
Fling your saber, if you dare
The good have come, the skies are clear
The heavens gleam, now seal your fear
A mane that glows, the silver stallion
Shine wings of light, the divine battalion
Atop a hill, the rivals clash
Their swords are stained upon each slash
The swindler's lost, he cannot mend
The righteous have triumphed, this marks the end
*An apocalyptic and Biblical poem written for my leisure.
Fiend of Fire
By Damien Miller
Ahead of time sing angels rapturous
Symphonies rhyme, the cherub wails furious
Yonder the kingdom his hunger deludes
The portal has clasped, the omen now broods
He sought to become like the Most High
He knows not truth; he can only lie
Into the pyre, he ebbs below
Amidst the mis'ry of hell's inferno
In day he stalks beneath the shade
At night he walks at moonlight's spade
In dusk he knocks, your heart he locks
At dawn he stirs a morbid trade
Your tongue like sundry tar he bends
The mouth like wintry earth he mends
The sound of words pronounce your hate
Your silence told, he seals their fate
But souls of pure he cannot fight
He runs at faith's immortal light
His baneful taunts, you must not fret
With love and prayer, he is no threat
*Initially, this poem was about a serial killer, or a fugitive of some sort. Then I thought of applying a Biblical perspective to it, which suits it perfectly now! During the build-up, the poem tells us how powerful the devil really is, and how he came to be. Though we all know that in the end, the heart of the believer is more than enough to conquer him a hundredfold.
No religious implications
Waking Dream
By Damien Miller
Though the world seems dull and grey
The trees still raise their boughs to pray
The rivers flow, the clouds still cry
The wind shall blow, the birds will fly
When dusk is old I lie at rest
The dawn is young, my slumber blest
When stars are borne unto the night
The drear of darkness bends to light
Within my sleep, I talked alone
Into ebony, my soul was thrown
Beyond the skies I blankly stared
My tears were shed, but no one cared
No heart can know what I can feel
A sea of dreams my thoughts conceal
No words can say what lies within
My life anew, I now begin
Dreams are all but things of mind
Now dreams of life I seek and find
No eyes can see the bliss on earth
For only I, have seen its worth
*A poem that I wrote for someone on her birthday. It doesn't directly imply how special she was to me, but it somehow does.
Kingdom Come
By Damien Miller
What is left of what was born
And what is here for me to mourn?
The walls are burnt; the king forlorn
Now this little game of chess I scorn.
Does it matter, shall it ever?
You my king are, not too clever
Will you care, or will you dare,
Is this more than you can bear?
Caesar's lament reigns supreme
But you have nothing to redeem!
Haunting echoes spew regret,
And the halls of time shall not forget!
The tyrant stands on cold debris,
And the monarch was betrayed,
The convict lives a life of free
But the prince, the heir, has stayed.
On the throne, you sit and laugh,
With your scepter, and your staff
The land is all, and all you rule
But what is all, to the royal fool?
The prince now knocks, so let him in,
The servant locks, the door within
But the king is young, so let him grow
Let him learn, and he will know.
*I used this as a substitute for a net rant in this one forum, and it has several implications. It served its purpose properly though.
For you(Haiku Hybrid)
By Damien Miller
Poems for the poet,
And Shakespeare for the sonnet,
Tomes, for the know it.
High for those on low
And pride for little ego;
Learn, for those who grow.
Food for the hungry
And calmness for the angry
Grace, for dancer's glee.
Money for the poor
Certainty for those not sure
Beauty, to allure.
Light is for the dark
Candles for the little spark
Words, for ears to hark.
Jingle for the bell
The mouth for words love can tell
Nose, for me to smell.
Red is there for blue
Honesty! To speak things true
And I, am here for you.
*I tried going with the average English Haiku, but I couldn't stand not having rhyme! So, I tried a little experiment, which ended up making this.
Robert Rhyme
By Damien Miller
Best read with an Irish accent.
Come here me boy, I be Robert Rhyme!
Everythin' I say will rhyme each time!
Now lemme tell you me tales sublime...
But first me fee, a shillin' or dime!
When Jack n' Jill went up the hill
Little ol' me was sittin' by the mill
Jack was on crack, so he broke his back
While Jill who drank whisky, I soaked in me sack!
When Humpty Dumpty sat on me wall
Yes me wall, a hundred feet tall!
He ga'e me a limb, and he ga'e me leg
By the way! Humpty Dumpty wasn't an egg
When granny me neighbor lived in a shoe
I did her a favor, she paid me back few
No woman on soil was ungrateful as she,
So I whipped all her children, and dipped them in tea!
When little baby was free to play
I hung him on a tree to stay all day
So horridly cute, there baby napped
I threw me right boot, and me oak tree snapped!
When there were no stars to twinkle, you weren't there I'd bet,
The dark night sky was a great silhouette!
So dark in fact, it was worse than coal
So I took a few needles, and for each pricked a hole!
Alas you've now heard my stories told,
So gimme a coin for me pot o' gold!
It's up to you to think o' them true,
If you don't, I'll make a rhyme out o' you!
*Ah... Robert Rhyme is mayhap my magnum opus at this age, although somewhat incomplete. It took lots of wit to write this.
Robert Rhyme is called so, because he caused the events in nursery rhymes to happen. If he weren't there, the nursery rhymes probably wouldn't have had rhymes, and they would've been told as rhymless tales. So, we can say the Robert Rhyme is 'the soul of rhyme'.Time's Rebirth
By Damien Miller
I walk among the dunes of time
As I slowly gain some pace
The mounds of sand, I crawl to climb
And I yearn to end the race
Mem'ry knows that past was there
And history proves past true
But age will come to leave past bare
Where it has gone, I have no clue
Beyond the hill, I cannot see
The future is obscured
At the peak, I soon shall be
And tomorrow is assured
The present lives in vain to die
It hast'ly fades to past
Just as quickly time shall fly
As nothing lives to last
Now at the edge of time I rest
To look upon the earth
At last I plea my one request
To harness time's rebirth
*Err, this isn't what I'd consider a 'heartfelt' poem really. I really just came up with this to have something to submit for a poetry contest, and of course I failed. Miserably. Of course, it was alright to lose since my competition was really worthy of its place; what poem better come from the heart than one written for someone you lost?
Kudos to you Phantasmal Reality!A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, it was
By Damien Miller
Found the One in Tatooine, Obi-Wan and Qui-gon did
But too old he was, so train him the council forbid
Quite frightful, young Skywalker was to raise
Yet learn he did, in the Force's ways.
Filled with hatred Anakin was in Kenobi, his brother
And died in his hands did his only mother
Fall in love did Skywalker, with the senator of Naboo
And wed her he did; the Jedi taboo
Hidden was the marriage, so paid them the cost
Give birth did Amidala, but to death she had lost
Deceived by the Sith Lord Anakin was
Now dwell within him the Dark Side does
Constitute the Empire, did the Lord of the Sith
Now the Jedi council, be only a myth
In Tatooine lives the Skywalker named Luke
And to him did old Ben Kenobi rebuke
To Dagobah went the newborn Jedi
And learn did he from a brand-new ally
Not ready was Luke to face Skywalker
But the truth he was told, "I am your father."
Meet again did the father and son
And return to the light side did The Chosen One
Weakened Anakin was in remorse
And become one he did with The Force
*Okay, this was quite a toughy to muster up. First of all, I had to write this in Yoda. Secondly, I had to rhyme the yoda speech. But nonetheless, it was something fun to write. Hope you had fun reading it just as much.
Pretentious Truth
By Damien Miller
I am awake, but I dream upon the morning's drear
My eyes are wide open, yet darkness welcomes me
I have never been here, but my soul beckons that I've returned
My lips are sealed tight, but I speak my words aloud
I pretend to be me, but I am no longer myself
My heart still beats, yet I feel but naught
I have forgotten so many things, but I have never known them
My flesh is parched numb, yet pain pierces me so
I foresee a premonition, but it has already happened before
My barren feet walk forward, but my footsteps lie ahead of me
I am all alone, yet I feel surrounded by many
My life has only begun, yet it has already ended
I roam the streets and beg, yet beggars too ignore me
My shadow moves along, but I'm the one who follows
I feel the wintry snow, but I don't shiver from the cold
My mirror is my home, I am my own reflection
I remember tomorrow, just like it was yesterday
My fear was not there, but I had no courage
I spent an eternity, in seconds that came by
My brother wept, my brother moaned, my brother saw me die
*My first online free-verse poem, I think. Paradoxes and contradictory statements have evermore been great to meddle with, especially in poetry. You've probably seen better ones out there, but this was worth a shot. =S
Strings of Regret
By Damien Miller
A waft of air hath gently kissed
The flaring sunrise' fervent bliss
A damsel refined, whence came she?
Oh deity Colleen, thou bringest mine glee!
The cyan waters all beckon her name
A pristine maiden that for naught can we blame
Betwixt us twain a thread our love weaves
Ne'er shalt we part until our life grieves!
Two strings of destiny art firmly entwined
Predestined knots that were fated to bind
In a world so vast, these strangers collided
Now only through death, shalt they be divided
Amidst beds of myrtle, we frolic together
To envision a dream of a joyous forever
All mine time with her I shalt spend
Alas, all beginnings hath their ends
At midnight's lament mine leman is gone
I mourn of mine bride 'til darkness is dawn
With blood on a palm, and Colleen on the other
Mine dainty heart is crippled asunder
At sullen anguish I drown in disdain
In somber deluge I'm consumed in pain
Am I abandoned, or shalt I be saved
Why is this world so dim and depraved?
I lie on ashen shores to wait
And ponder of mine daunting hate
Such lavish disputes hath fathomed astray
Why doth be there love, why be there dismay?
The clouds hover at sunset's blaze
Horizon spans in sunken gaze
Mine feet art engulfed in silt and sand
I hath nothing left but a thread in hand
My most recent entry for WF.O's weekly poetry contest. This is the first Early Modern English poem that I've submitted, and I put lots of effort into it.
Innuendo
"Mature" readers only. Highlight to read.
Heaven's Chaste
By Damien Miller
Atop her tower my maiden shall sing
On the eve that she slips on her ring
The elderly miser shall fumble and cry
But not even he, has heard the great lie
In her room, to wear her iv'ry gown
Her groom is now ready, the clown of all clowns
The trombones are steady, the music now plays
The peasants now beg, the baron shall pay
The jester's folly is but an old game
Her suitor now scoffs, in glamor and fame
The bells are now ringing, their fringes collide
The knell of the wed, now haunts evil's bride
My princess now sleeps, her dreams are kept vague
The scoundrel in deeps of vanity's plague
The prince of all lies has peeled the flesh taste
Our virgin of pure has lost heaven's chaste
*Heaven's Chaste, my first ever online entry, and my first ever online poetry contest winning piece. I had tough competition too!
There would be more for this section if it weren't for the fact that this forum is for all ages. Anyway, that should cover the most of my more recognizable pieces.[/poems]
Post Scriptum: I am not emo Bela.