Summit's Death
Everlasting as it seems,
A goal to reach the summit,
The old man strives,
To carry out his mission.
Never he thought,
His muscles would quiver,
Under the summit's death,
He would never shiver.
A step, a mile,
What difference he says,
When these legs serve,
No more than a yard.
Yet he persist,
To carry out his mission,
Under the summit's death,
He would never tremble.
The summit so ever proud,
Is just a stone's throw away,
His humble self,
Brought him to may.
He accomplishes his mission,
With his already weaken self,
Under the summit's death,
He prepares for another day.
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A voice from the past,
A lilting tongue,
Carried by the winds of change,
Ghosts from times of old
A voice that seeks,
A listening ear,
One that will show emotion,
But not that of fear
A voice of clear intention,
One with a common goal,
To break the silence of the night,
To make itself heard
In the distance a ear prevails,
Catching semblances of an ethereal voice,
One with an important purpose?
Time to make the difficult choice
A moment engulfed in silence,
An interregnum of sorts,
When hungry ears search for,
Those haunting words.
Whaddaya say eh? I noe itz a bit patchy considering that itz impromptu, but it ain't half bad IMO. Haha. Enjoy!!
ICBM dude
The name of that poem is "Voice" btw. Cheers dude.
ICBM dude
OMG at the rate it's going, I will be the only guy without a clue in Shakespearrean language. Guess I will have to rip out my guts and figure out a poem too. Probably something about Kampua noodles. Hmm..........
Brendan
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