Poetry Post! I need to post here way more
Ballad of the Angry False King
Born in an italian slum,
his crazy old mum was a real bum.
Being born and raised in stifling hate,
he yearned and dreamed of being great.
Your rage has gotten you here son.
Practically sold as a child, adopted by nine,
He found himself with a father, happy to say 'He's mine'.
He was spoiled and bred to take over in his new life,
They all thought he would grow up just fine.
your rage has gotten you here son.
Arrogant and loud, this boy He found,
Yet he allowed the intrusion to better his hounds.
Who launched an attack on his father dear,
He stood in the front, and fought with no fear.
Your rage has gotten you here son.
Now frozen in ice, and bound in his screams,
Echoing the hurt of his dying dreams.
Skin marred by countless scars,
He sits and he waits and builds a new scheme.
Where will your rage take you next sir?
L-LOL FIGURE THIS ONE OUT. GEE I WONDER WHO IT COULD BE ABOUT
Forgive me?
Will you forgive me if I die?
Would it make up for the fact,
that i never tried?
On that day so long ago,
when i should have held you close,
I just stood there and watched you fly.
Please tell me what to do,
So I can begin to heal too.
What will change the fact that I never tried?
I'm willing and ready,
So I never again have to see you fly.
Can you forgive me when I die?
Will it make up for when I made you cry?
On that day so long ago,
I watched you fly.
How could I have known it would make you cry too?
Just tell me this before I go,
When I have paid my debt,
I'm running away not to try,
Do you want to watch me fly?
Am I forgiven yet?
I tried.
an old one i submitted to a contest, and didnt win 8(
Broken Necklace
They call me beautiful
They called me expensive
I was a gift
A material promise of affection
I hung on her neck
When they were in love
I bathed in her tears
When they fought
I drank her blood
when he killed her
And then he killed me
Now
I
Lay
On
The
Floor
...Scattered....
Just
A broken necklace
idk why i like depressing poetry
aaaand that's it?
Born in an italian slum,
his crazy old mum was a real bum.
Being born and raised in stifling hate,
he yearned and dreamed of being great.
Your rage has gotten you here son.
Practically sold as a child, adopted by nine,
He found himself with a father, happy to say 'He's mine'.
He was spoiled and bred to take over in his new life,
They all thought he would grow up just fine.
your rage has gotten you here son.
Arrogant and loud, this boy He found,
Yet he allowed the intrusion to better his hounds.
Who launched an attack on his father dear,
He stood in the front, and fought with no fear.
Your rage has gotten you here son.
Now frozen in ice, and bound in his screams,
Echoing the hurt of his dying dreams.
Skin marred by countless scars,
He sits and he waits and builds a new scheme.
Where will your rage take you next sir?
L-LOL FIGURE THIS ONE OUT. GEE I WONDER WHO IT COULD BE ABOUT
Forgive me?
Will you forgive me if I die?
Would it make up for the fact,
that i never tried?
On that day so long ago,
when i should have held you close,
I just stood there and watched you fly.
Please tell me what to do,
So I can begin to heal too.
What will change the fact that I never tried?
I'm willing and ready,
So I never again have to see you fly.
Can you forgive me when I die?
Will it make up for when I made you cry?
On that day so long ago,
I watched you fly.
How could I have known it would make you cry too?
Just tell me this before I go,
When I have paid my debt,
I'm running away not to try,
Do you want to watch me fly?
Am I forgiven yet?
I tried.
an old one i submitted to a contest, and didnt win 8(
Broken Necklace
They call me beautiful
They called me expensive
I was a gift
A material promise of affection
I hung on her neck
When they were in love
I bathed in her tears
When they fought
I drank her blood
when he killed her
And then he killed me
Now
I
Lay
On
The
Floor
...Scattered....
Just
A broken necklace
idk why i like depressing poetry
aaaand that's it?