Melodic-Verse
10-12-2007, 07:58 PM
Not yet titled but i'll think of something. This whole poem was rather a spur of the moment idea...
Rather crap and i'd greatly appreciate suggestions to improve it
the rhyming and rhythm of the poem would need some work on
I am the weaver
I am the griever
I break and make many bonds
Glue, feathers and string
Flicking fire- I toil on
In eerie silence- gnawing cold
Begins the legend about to unfold
He was the defeated prisoner
Whom once stood alongside thousands
Swollen with pride- all the vainer
Young, proud and ready to die
Shacked feet- shamfaced- now nowhere to hide
Breaking his back on barren fields
A broken man, no mortal could heal
In his cell I left the woven wings
Yet could they fly? I did not know.
As Dawn rose, the black crept away and life sings
He drew courage and adorned the wings
To all he cried- his moments glory and last show
I am the fighter!
I shall fly free
From these four brick walls
From the stale breeze
I am the martyr!
Higher,higher he soared
And with every flutter
The feathers fell away
And with every passing minute
The strings twisted and snapped
And with the warmth of the sun
The glue melted
And thus the wings fell apart
Horror-stricken faces etched in the crowd
As a glowing silhouette plunged
The Sun on his back-falling gracefully and proud
And on his lips danced a smile
He who would have died
From a broken back and numbing cold
For the greatest gift - his mortal life was sold
And thus- died a free man
Thanks for reading :) opinions?
Rather crap and i'd greatly appreciate suggestions to improve it
the rhyming and rhythm of the poem would need some work on
I am the weaver
I am the griever
I break and make many bonds
Glue, feathers and string
Flicking fire- I toil on
In eerie silence- gnawing cold
Begins the legend about to unfold
He was the defeated prisoner
Whom once stood alongside thousands
Swollen with pride- all the vainer
Young, proud and ready to die
Shacked feet- shamfaced- now nowhere to hide
Breaking his back on barren fields
A broken man, no mortal could heal
In his cell I left the woven wings
Yet could they fly? I did not know.
As Dawn rose, the black crept away and life sings
He drew courage and adorned the wings
To all he cried- his moments glory and last show
I am the fighter!
I shall fly free
From these four brick walls
From the stale breeze
I am the martyr!
Higher,higher he soared
And with every flutter
The feathers fell away
And with every passing minute
The strings twisted and snapped
And with the warmth of the sun
The glue melted
And thus the wings fell apart
Horror-stricken faces etched in the crowd
As a glowing silhouette plunged
The Sun on his back-falling gracefully and proud
And on his lips danced a smile
He who would have died
From a broken back and numbing cold
For the greatest gift - his mortal life was sold
And thus- died a free man
Thanks for reading :) opinions?