The Black Cat's Cauldron
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hehehehe... shall collate my morbid collections here... I seem to have a knack for composing morbid poems...keke... -
Roses Red
Roses are red,
Violets are blue
Dread filled my head
as I thought of you
Snow is white,
Blood is red,
on this pale wight,
your hunger fed.
Night is dark
Day is bright
Death slowly struck
as you took your bite.
Roses are dead
So are violets too
On my blood you fed
The vampire, you. -
Going Home
Pitched dark.
A chilling cold,
Around my heart
it tightened its hold.
Deadly silent,
a stilled air.
Pain raked through veins,
as did great despair.
Peacefully numb.
An endless night.
Memories faded,
as life took flight.
Forgotten words,
carved in stone.
Your loving tears flowed
as Death took me home. -
cool! i love morbid stuff.
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tis kinda of poems..............
like dat also dunnoe should I compliment u on ur talents or not? -
hehehe.... commend me for reminding everyone that life is transient?? kekekeOriginally posted by tare:tis kinda of poems..............
like dat also dunnoe should I compliment u on ur talents or not?
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Originally posted by KittynMeow:Going Home
This is one of the best poem I've read so far. (Not because Kitty is my fellow moderator)
Pitched dark.
A chilling cold,
Around my heart
it tightened its hold.
Deadly silent,
a stilled air.
Pain raked through veins,
as did great despair.
Peacefully numb.
An endless night.
Memories faded,
as life took flight.
Forgotten words,
carved in stone.
Your loving tears flowed
as Death took me home.[/b]
Beautifully written, simple words used, yet so intense. It provokes many thoughts in my mind.
Pitched dark.
A chilling cold,
Around my heart
it tightened its hold.
Losing consciousness??? Died from heart attack??? Is he/she alone when this happened? Who is 'it'??? Death??? The illness???
Deadly silent,
a stilled air.
Pain raked through veins,
as did great despair.
Moment before his/her death??? He/She died in pain??? Why great despair??? He/She is not ready to died yet???
Peacefully numb.
An endless night.
Memories faded,
as life took flight.
He/She is losing his/her conscious??? Why endless night??? Does it mean Death is just the beginning of a new journey???
Memories faded,
as life took flight.
Well said! You are you because of your memories, if you do not have memories, you lose your identity.
Forgotten words,
carved in stone.
Your loving tears flowed
as Death took me home.
Why forgotten words??? Nothing is permanent??? Who is 'Your'??? So he/she is not alone when he/she died??? Or we are talking about a loved one visiting the grave??? So she/he is buried???
Lastly, 'as Death took me home', home to where??? Heaven???
So many things come to my mind when I read this. Must put in HOI. -
more kitty more!!
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Is that an image in the mirror I see?
Is that an image in the mirror I see?
The twinkling eyes, the mischief within,
That looks beyond red sunsets on the sandy beach
Who could it be, if not me?
Is that an image in the mirror I see?
The freckled cheeks, that my sweetheart had kissed,
That blush with thoughts of returning to romantic bliss
Who could it be, if not me?
Is that an image in the mirror I see?
The gangling arms that climbed many a tree,
That bruises and cuts from fights and hardship receive
Who could it be, if not me?
That is not an image in the mirror I see.
With a blistering blast and a warriorÂ’s scream
A bullet shot that tore through my spleen.
That was not me, nor an image I see. -
Dear kitty, er.... last part I don't quite understand. What did you see in the mirror?
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the last part said: "That is not an image in the mirror i see"Originally posted by DeadPoet:Dear kitty, er.... last part I don't quite understand. What did you see in the mirror?
this was inspired by one of Yeat's poems that i read some years ago....sort of remembered it when watching one episode of Band of Brothers and wrote my own version. try figure out what the story is about... kekeke
just recalled the title: "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" by William B Yeats.... the other poem similar to this is "The Man He KIlled" by Thomas Hardy -
He was killed in the war??? Saw the image of his ghost???Originally posted by KittynMeow:the last part said: "That is not an image in the mirror i see"
this was inspired by one of Yeat's poems that i read some years ago....sort of remembered it when watching one episode of Band of Brothers and wrote my own version. try figure out what the story is about... kekeke -
more like saw an enemy soldier, just as young, innocent and drawn into war as he is.Originally posted by DeadPoet:He was killed in the war??? Saw the image of his ghost??? -
oic, I am almost correct.Originally posted by KittynMeow:more like saw an enemy soldier, just as young, innocent and drawn into war as he is. -
ok.. this is a little wee bit egoistic.... but boss not ard and I'm frus with work.... what to do... kekeke
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The Black CatÂ’s Cauldron
A sprinkle of words,
An ounce of rhyme,
Toss in a sauce of imagery
thatÂ’s vivid in your mind.
Pour in a bowl of feelings,
Especially those that make you cry,
Stir in a dose of depression
and the mix is ready to fry.
A generous pinch of sarcasm
and wit that will surprise
In The Black CatÂ’s Cauldron,
your morbid poems are the prize. -
Originally posted by KittynMeow:
Cooking something??? Yum yum, me hungry for dinner.
ok.. this is a little wee bit egoistic.... but boss not ard and I'm frus with work.... what to do... kekeke
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[b]The Black CatÂ’s Cauldron
A sprinkle of words,
An ounce of rhyme,
Toss in a sauce of imagery
thatÂ’s vivid in your mind.
Pour in a bowl of feelings,
Especially those that make you cry,
Stir in a dose of depression
and the mix is ready to fry.
A generous pinch of sarcasm
and wit that will surprise
In The Black CatÂ’s Cauldron,
your morbid poems are the prize.
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since there's quite a lot of morbidity around recently.....
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True Love
Your large bright eyes, intelligent and clear,
sees through my shield of insecurity and fear.
Your soothing words, truthful and sincere
melts away my defences that guards my heart dear.
Your steady arms, comforting and strong
assures me that with you around, nothing goes wrong
Your gentle touch, caring and tender
mends the scars that past hurts did render
Your loving heart, enduring and forgiving
awaits the love of a heart that's long been grieving
O wretched heart,
discard nightmares of ages past
Start anew in hope and trust
for true love to grow at last. -
Angry Regrets
Brows furrowed,
Eyes narrowed,
Our gaze grew stern,
A feverish heat burned,
Angry words spewed forth to smart,
Words that were never from the heart.
Tears burned,
Faces turned,
We both got curt,
And feelings got hurt,
Speechlessly we grew distant,
All good times forgotten in an instant.
Sorrow dawned,
Regret was born,
A moment too late,
WeÂ’re too quick to hate,
For molehills our love we slash,
And bear regrets till we turn to ash. -
You know something, you are really good at describing feeling, example, fear, anger, etc. Usually in a just a few lines, you manage to bring out the essence of the situation. And usually they are very clearly divided in different stages.
But it is really sad that,
Sorrow dawned,
Regret was born,
A moment too late,
WeÂ’re too quick to hate,
For molehills our love we slash,
And bear regrets till we turn to ash.
Is it really too late to patch things up? -
Originally posted by DeadPoet:
mebbe cos I've been through more than my fair share in certain things...
You know something, you are really good at describing feeling, example, fear, anger, etc. Usually in a just a few lines, you manage to bring out the essence of the situation. And usually they are very clearly divided in different stages.
But it is really sad that,
[b]Sorrow dawned,
Regret was born,
A moment too late,
WeÂ’re too quick to hate,
For molehills our love we slash,
And bear regrets till we turn to ash.
Is it really too late to patch things up?
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i took inspiration from several stages of my life... the particular stage this stanza referred to... well yes... too late... cos he's married.
but we're still frens. -
Originally posted by KittynMeow:
kitty i think i'm falling in love with u lol! Or at least your words! So apt, so true and oh so lovely!!!
Angry Regrets
Brows furrowed,
Eyes narrowed,
Our gaze grew stern,
A feverish heat burned,
Angry words spewed forth to smart,
Words that were never from the heart.
Tears burned,
Faces turned,
We both got curt,
And feelings got hurt,
Speechlessly we grew distant,
All good times forgotten in an instant.
Sorrow dawned,
Regret was born,
A moment too late,
We?e too quick to hate,
For molehills our love we slash,
And bear regrets till we turn to ash.
True Love
Your large bright eyes, intelligent and clear,
sees through my shield of insecurity and fear.
Your soothing words, truthful and sincere
melts away my defences that guards my heart dear.
Your steady arms, comforting and strong
assures me that with you around, nothing goes wrong
Your gentle touch, caring and tender
mends the scars that past hurts did render
Your loving heart, enduring and forgiving
awaits the love of a heart that's long been grieving
O wretched heart,
discard nightmares of ages past
Start anew in hope and trust
for true love to grow at last.[/b]
TX -
.... and true-x makes a move on kittynOriginally posted by True_Xerion:kitty i think i'm falling in love with u lol! Or at least your words! So apt, so true and oh so lovely!!!
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true-X still owes me a quiz in the other thread.... kakakakaOriginally posted by the Bear:.... and true-x makes a move on kittyn -
That's the true power of a good poem. Can make people for in love with you.Originally posted by True_Xerion:kitty i think i'm falling in love with u lol! Or at least your words! So apt, so true and oh so lovely!!!
TX
Unfortunately for my case the opposite effects. My poems scare people off. -
pay u back leow & now u owe me 8 more answersOriginally posted by KittynMeow:true-X still owes me a quiz in the other thread.... kakakaka 
TX