The Galactic Poetry Center

In short, I get my own poetry thread.

And thus I will now begin
the long journey of poetry
the words that will come akin
I conjure thee, come to me

Alas this is just the first
One of many, you see them
everywhere, the works I birth
Are but works of art, fine then.

But may the lord bless my words
For in this very moment
'Tis the first step into works
You as spectators, comment!

I like poems that rhyme. :D

Listen outside to the roar of falling rain
Identify the melody with the sound of saint
Oh so sweet and yet monotonous, do you agree?
Small wonder why rains are beatified to a degree

Listen outside to the roar of falling rain
Pondering all your life's trouble and the pain
Imagining a sweet girl wandering outside the road
Umbrella in her hand, herself sporting a coat

Listen outside to the roar of falling rain
And wonder why the heavens opened up their cain
This must be heaven's mercy for them pouring water
Water the bringer of life yet the bringer of slaughter

Listen outside to the roar of falling rain
As the raindrops keep pounding to the plain
Do you find the heavy rain hard to swallow?
Or do you find your ditchy river too shallow?

Listen outside to the roar of falling rain
Perceive the drums of water waning mundane
It will be years until the sound be heard
Water shall seep down and our lives be deferred

Into the screaming depths of the ocean
Too deep a man could far journey
The azure pasture of the water I notion
Where few man could ever sojourn
A far greater environment thrives
Far more than men could fain think
So much life exists, like hives
Yet traversing the meadows of blue could sink
So much has one tried to travel across
So much has one ever studies it
So much has one peer through the fishes amok
So much has one tried to fit
Into the the kingdom where fishes rule
Into the kingdom where man unable with nature, duel

Strife be the zephyrous wind blow
And might it be that we shall know
Best be for mankind to stoop low
Before we are battered by what they sow

Ominous ye the feeling fill'd your head
Those murky thoughts had yet to fled
Hypochondria no soon have your head red
Sad truths shall be what you have their fed

Lo and behold the ghostly wind
Cloudfully gaze you clouds they find
The sky ain't no blue or white but unkind
No sooner your body and thoughts confined

Black and dreary the upcoming day
As nobody you have none to say
But lie down and imagine the fay
Until something shine into your face a ray

A leaf in the wind
It flew through the gusty air
Left without a trace of green
Green and young is the leaf
So young to be separated
Piteously glided in the sky

A leaf soaring into the sky
Carried by wherever the wind
wanted, but the winds separated
The leaf trailed into the air
Aloof and there was not another leaf
Down below is a viridian green

A leaf soaring above a viridian green
With ahead the blue sky
Below a vast patch of another leaf
Waiting to be carried by the wind
Waiting underneath the cold air
Waiting for to be separated

A leaf that was separated
Still fresh and photosynthetic green
Fresh with freedom everywhere in the air
Touch the clouds underneath the blue sky
The currents that trailed along with the wind
Following and guiding the leaf

A lonely freelance leaf
It gave no thought on being separated
For its wings of freedom permeated the wind
Its photosynthetic cells still light green
Where the smell is everywhere in the sky
Fresh gusts chill the fresh air

A pastoral field beneath the fresh air
The winds that carried the leaf
Halted slightly, the leaf still in the sky
Will feel glad to be separated
For below was a vast green
So it made the decision, the wind

The chilly air, was fresh for the leaf
Which fell underneath the sky, was once separated
Touched the meadow green, breezy as the free wind

Master your anger
Or it will master you
Nothing is more of a danger
Than the anger that accrue

Master it
Or face the terrible truth
See as it fit
Or it would not soothe

Dispel every other thought
Hone every sense you had
The thing will be what you sought
Then nothing shall be bad

Purge every sour things
Anger should be included
Only the angel with wings
Should not be secluded

Get into a state of trance
Thoughts in harmony must be
Gaze into the vast expanse
Peace in two worlds so all can see

A wise old oak tree
Always implanted so free
Not so transient, but wise
It can tell you truth and lies
How can one learn?
Be one that yearn?
For so the oak tree is silent
Against the wind that's violent
Its branches that shook
For so long its trunks look
Oversee the viridian vale
Above the promontory that's pale
Centuries has it long stood
Gathering its roots food
The single sentinel it is
Nature's single everlasting bliss