Warman's Occasional Poems

[warman222]

I don't usually post here and I don't usually write poems. I wrote this one to cope with some serious RL issues happening in my life right now. So suffice to say there's a lot of hidden meanings in the verses.

Cities:

There once was a city so full and grand
Surrounded by other cities throughout the land
Some of them were older than thee
But full of strength they had indeed
As time moved on things would change
Relationships had begun to decay
The once proud city was stuck between
Other cities fighting in ways unseen
Eventually there was peace
But much was lost to be free
But strength prevailed, albeit slow
And as time went on, it would show
Meanwhile the aged cities started to fall
For famine had them in it's thrall
One by one they started to wear
And by then only a few were still there
Their youth had allowed them to
Combat the famine from plans anew
And despite the problems they got though
However these cities could not foresee
The worst thing yet was coming to thee
One of the few eldest cities still left
Had intentions unknown to the rest
You see it was they that had wrought
The first great war that had great cost
Angered the other cities rallied
To drive the traitors out soundly
At great expense they did indeed
Win the battle, set them free
The price was very, very high
And even now they're still not fine
Tension builds between what's left
And the traitorous citizens aren't done yet
The city that once was full and grand
Had no more power in this land
Torn between these wretched wars
It's people will migrate to better shores
In search of a new home so fine
So they can flourish and be refined

[Kyriakos]

I think it is meant as way too literal (?), and if so it is just about cities in war, which can come across as trivial (moreso in a strategy game forum ).

Usually in poetry the core terms have some metaphorical meaning attached as well, which can multiply the interest

[Caillagh de Bodemloze]

I'm not so sure, Kyriakos - it seems to me that warman222's introduction suggests the whole poem is a metaphor for things happening in his life.

Hope things are going as well as they can IRL, warman222. Thanks for sharing the poem with us.

[Alwyn]

A powerful poem, I like the way that you use cities and explore the change and decay in their relationships. You write well, the image of a city whose people once felt strong and secure in their relationships now migrating in search of a new home is a moving one.

[warman222]

So I made another poem, based on a horror film idea I'm thinking of making. If I were to pitch the idea, I would start out with this poem, kind of like a warning poem or rhyme.

Colossus:

There is a creature, bright and red
Presence synonymous with “dread”
Raising up from the bowels of hell
It gives the world a shrieking yell.

Four big arms as wide as trees
It can borrow from beneath
It's spines, jagged, twisting, bent
He leaves death from where he's been.

When the beast has caught your scent
Your demise shall be hell bent
What hope have you, unfortunate soul
Run from here, or he will take all

If that didn't give you chills
If you evaded him with skill
Look there, a cut on your arm
He doesn't need to do you harm

The beast infected you with death
This will surely be your end
Pray that your death with be swift
From the monsters deadly gift

He preys on the wicked ones you see
The ones that have contempt for theliving
Beware those who enter his domain
Or the Colossus will kill again

[Alwyn]

This is suitably horrific while having kind of a playful tone, for me - almost like a poem that a child might recite, or a group of children. Of course, a child's rhyme can be a chilling thing in a horror movie. I particularly like the idea of the monster's attacks being a "deadly gift".

[warman222]

I apologize for the necropost but I decided to post something else here again. I'm a film major by trade and this is a poem I'd like to tie into a horror film I'm working on.


From the mountain air so thin
Come the daughters of the wind.
Pale, black, white and grey
They hunt the very night away.


From man comes it's face and form
From bird comes it's wings and claws
They gained the power over wind
Souls forever black as sin.


They are drawn to sick of mind
and the youngest, the unrefined
you must stay strong when they appear
guard your neighbors and your peers


Beware their song oh sweet child
Do not go into the wild
They will take you away
and that will be your final day


Your flesh they eat
your soul they will keep
a prize for all their kind to see
they cackle with twisted glee


From the mountain air so thin
Come the daughters of the wind.
Pale, black, white and grey
They are still out there this very day

[HunterKYA]

I like how each stanza is its own mini-story, each different but related towards the same subject. The flow is also executed very well, except the first half of the second stanza, where the lack of similar sounding words seems to interrupt the rhythm. All in all, it's an interesting poem, acting like a cautionary tale of sorts, and it's easy see how this could be translated into a film project.

[Caillagh de Bodemloze]

It's taken me ages to get to this, sorry.

Like HunterKYA, I can certainly see how this could be a film project - especially a horror film! (This is your second poem relating to a horror film you wanted to make - or were making - isn't it? Are you focusing on horror films particularly, or is it just that horror films tend to inspire you to write poetry more than other kinds of film?)

We don't mind you necroposting to add a new poem to your own thread; no need to apologise for that!

[warman222]

It's indeed the second one I guess. But the other one kinda fizzled out and I couldn't get a result I liked. This new one is poem I made when working on my most latest idea that actually has a script in place already. The name of the film is Harpy. It's my own take at a horror idea and the poem basically describes everything about this creature. I do have film ideas that aren't horror but for whatever reason I tend to gravitate towards darker themes. I don't know when I'm gonna make this film but I hope I can at some point.

[Alwyn]

As Caillagh said, necroposting is welcome when you're adding a poem to your poem thread. Great poem, it conjured up a suitable intimidating image of harpies and I like the similarity between the first and final stanzas. I wonder how it would tie into the film.