EVERYONE: - Ongoing MagicNinetales' Poetry

[MagicNinetales]

I've been doing poetry to some scale or another since I was just in elementary school and was given general themes to work around. As time passed I began to compose poems on my own time and terms, learning, improving, until I built confidence and started showing them off to the world around me. I haven't gone national yet, not even regional but I one day hope to make a name for myself in the industry. Even with a dreamjob one should always harbor a hobby, and mine is art, art in writing. I hope all you viewers like the poems I post here. Comments and critiques appreciated and encouraged. :spin:

This one I wrote a few weeks ago, my first poem I've made that is showcase worthy in let's say, 2 years. Yeah, a long time, school and writers block. Anyways here it is, Earth Doesn't Need Us.

Earth Doesn't Need us
~MagicNinetales~​

We are the humans, a distinctive race
But life our planet has no need.
We rock the land outside and in,
Fueled by selfishness and greed.

Though some are driven by intentions of good,
To mend the wounds and smooth the rough.
Scaled to those who oppose and watch,
The efforts and ideals don’t prove enough.

It’s time we crack down and stand up tall,
Provide our species some clarity.
Show what we can do and what we’re doing,
Let the doubtful, destructive, and careless see.

Overlords of the food chain we hunt any and all.
For rations but also material gain.
Killing dying species for their rarity and hides,
Getting closer to wiping them out of this plane.

Nature’s prosperous, harmonious cycle of life,
What dies and what thrives is all meant to be.
Then we butt in with our trucks, trash and axes,
Breaking, staining ground, downing tree after tree.

The Earth’s own creatures just take what they must,
Humans drag and drop whatever they please.
Forest acres every minute, more roadwork by the hour,
No heed for what’s around, plowing through with ease.

Woodland creatures must find shelter,
Winged wonders; new nests and air.
Aquatic life needing purer waters,
While we the people just stand and stare.

Despite all the damage it’s not too late,
The skeptic, shameless, and greedy must see.
Think not of our gain but our planet’s loss,
They’re blinded, unaware, to a fearful degree.

Be smarter, cleaner, more space efficient,
Less emissions and forests churned,
Conserve the Earth’s more delicate lands,
Fewer things wasted and fuels burned.

The Earth doesn’t need us, so the least we can do,
Is feeling blessed by this orb and take care of it too.

 

[Vivillon]

I remember when you showed me this back after its creation. Reading it again, I am filled with that same urge to go enjoy the Earth and all she provides for those who look. It's not what we take that is beautiful. Rather, it is what the Earth puts on display for all that is truly beautiful. No need for fancy cityscapes or quick assembly lines; give me sand and sea and I'll be happy as can be.

 

[MagicNinetales]

After that last poem, how about a change of key with a fun, simpler, and positive. I made this to commemorate reacquainting with my Personal Trainer, well. former 'trainer' that is. Now i just mold my workout around his, once a week, and we do it together, but hey, that's fine by me. This happened a few months ago but I showed it to him and he got a KICK out of it! And I hope any viewers who like exercise will too. Enjoy!

No Pain no Gain​

You know what they say; no pain no gain.
Benefit from that muscle strain.
Chase it, embrace it, part of the game;
Lift, rush, punch, work all the same.

“Fell down? Get up, and try again.
Oh you can do more, gimmie ‘nother ten!
Push up, pull down, curl and row,
Crank them out, look at you go!”

It’s been spoken to you; no pain no gain.
Challenge your body and your brain.
Minds trumps matter, so keep your matter in mind,
If it hurts too much, rest and unwind.

“Feel the burn, your limbs are on fire,
Let it fuel your strength, set the weight higher!
When your hot, keep your cool, pump ‘em out.
Focus on the reps, put aside all doubt.”

It can’t be said truer; no pain no gain.
But keep it in reason, don’t over-train.
It’s fun and games ‘till it goes too far,
Listen to your body when gripping that bar.

“Form before weight, keep in control,
Do too much it’s sloppy, it has its toll.
Know when to advance and when to rest,
Pacing yourself is half of the test.”

“You know the drill, action time again.
Lock into position; give me three sets of ten!
Power, more power, let it all go,
You know your stuff now, workin’ out like a pro!”

 

[GoneGuy]

Hey MagicNinetales, two fantastic pieces of work there!!

Th first is very Aesopian-feeling, which, like Vivillon said, makes the reader appreciate the Earth's natural beauty! The second is more fast paced, and a bit more fun, and I really enjoyed it (definitely can relate to it, though I never had a personal trainer).

On a not-so-random tangent in regards to 'no pain, no gain,' the Irish take a different view - Ní faightear saill gan saothrú. This means, "Fat is not unearned", which I think is a blunter way to say it, don't you think?

Anywho, looking forward to your next installment,
Airt

 

[MagicNinetales]

Thank you for your thoughts Airt, they mean alot!

And now I present what my mother call "beautiful" and "gold," one that's been revised a time or two but is now in its final form. It's deep, and written in lyrical poem fashion. If I had the resources to sing it and show it off to the internet, you bet I would! Anyways, here is "Together"

Together​

Every day I think of you,
Each nighttime I dream of you.
In my mind you’re always with me.

Regardless of the distance,
It doesn’t make a difference.
I feel your presence all the same.


Towering peaks and windswept plains,
Bitter cold tundras and fields of grain.
The thickest of forests, the greatest lakes,
Across the oceans, make no mistake.
For even if we are a world apart,
Our thoughts and words mingle in our hearts.

But side by side it’s always better,
It’s always better, when we’re together.


All the wounds and all the falls,
However grievous or however small,
All the pain you feel is mine as well.

There are no guarantees, each day I pray,
That neither of us will die today.
Embrace one’s time and put it all to use.


Caught in crossfire during a war,
Drowning inside the hatred’s core.
Or faring well in prosperity,
Enjoying our lives in tranquility.
Conditions aside, I pay no heed,
Your shining aura is all I need.

Eye to eye it always feels better,
Yes it feels better, when we’re together.


I can hardly express with words alone,
How grateful I am to be your friend.
Sit down with me I will be your throne,
Watch the sunsets together until we end.

The towering peaks and windswept plains,
Bitter cold tundras and fields of grain.
The thickest of forests, the greatest lakes,
\Across the oceans, make no mistake.
For even if we are a world apart,
Our thoughts and words mingle in our hearts.

But side by side it’s always better,
It’s always better when we’re together.
Remember the first promise that we made;
Live and die together, and we won’t be afraid.


Yes it all feels better, when we’re together.

 

[MagicNinetales]

Here is another one of my poetic creations, a free verse by the name of Confounded. Not much more to say, just enjoy!

Confounded​

My head is spinning in ceaseless circles.
The stabbing pains,
Stress of not knowing.
I don’t know what to do,
Can’t carry out my vain attempts
To still my racing thoughts.
Unable to focus on a thing at a time,
Frantic efforts to redirect my conscious
To a familiar leisure,
Before my mind goes mush.
Trying to sleep and close my eyes,
Reluctant to relax,
For I am not sleepy,
The fatigue is in another form.

Few options remain;
Give in, endure the madness,
Let my brain tire itself,
And drift away for a while.
Or talk to my mother,
My dear best friend,
Or a warm, lively community.

Though, there is always submerging
Into forms of the arts.
Treating my ears to music,
My eyes to illustrations,
And focus to a story or poem.
When I am confounded,
I let the beauty of the arts sap my stresses,
And get lost in the displays…

 

[MagicNinetales]

I haven't come here to Bulbagarden Forums for... a long time! Much has happening since then, including some more poetry, a LOT more! Here are a few...

I'm Lost, I'm Lost...​

I’m spiraling downward,
Breathing heavily outward,
in a ceaseless slump
And feeling down in the dumps.
I’m lost, I’m lost, make this all stop!

Seated at the desk
I’m immobilized by stress,
Giving work a blank stare
As if I don’t even care.
Feeling under a spell
I cannot cast away,
I’m lost, I’m lost, in a solitary hell.

Each corner lies a wrong turn,
Sorrow swells and anger burns.
I can’t find out why
No matter how I try.
I’m lost, I’m lost, can’t see a way out!

Lying in my bedroom
With a sense of gloom,
Gazing upwards I ask
“How long will this last?”
Drifting off for the night
With fractured faith,
I’m lost, I’m lost, with no guiding light…

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The Harmony of Nature Plays​

Morning birds take flight and sing,
While bats retreat from sunlight’s ray.
The fish and turtles go swimming
And wildcats go stalk for prey.
Owls call throughout the night,
Then fireflies release their light.

In gorgeous and pristine display,
The harmony of nature plays.


The waves upon a sandy shore
And winds across an open plain,
The molten flow inside Earth’s core,
Clouds above that bring us rain.
On the surface and below
Reverberating verses flow.

Whether the skies are clear or gray,
The harmony of nature plays.


Canyons, mountains, waterfalls;
Their outlooks are quite grand.
The woodlands dense with trees so tall,
Decorate the grassy land.
Deserts, glaciers, rivers, lakes;
Subtle soft rhythms they make.

No matter where we shift our gaze,
The harmony of nature plays.

Its song and dance goes on and on.

Morning birds take flight and sing,
While bats retreat from sunlight’s ray.
The fish and turtles go swimming
And wildcats go stalk for prey.
Owls call throughout the night,
Then fireflies release their light.

In gorgeous and pristine display,
The harmony of nature plays.


The waves upon a sandy shore
And winds across an open plain,
The molten flow inside Earth’s core,
Clouds above that bring us rain.
On the surface and below
Reverberating verses flow.

Whether the skies are clear or gray,
The harmony of nature plays.


Canyons, mountains, waterfalls;
Their outlooks are quite grand.
The woodlands dense with trees so tall,
Decorate the grassy land.
Deserts, glaciers, rivers, lakes;
Subtle soft rhythms they make.

No matter where we shift our gaze,
The harmony of nature plays.

Its song and dance goes on and on.
Their notes and lines drifting towards dawn.

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The Final Phase​

The end is in sight,
I can spot a shining light,
The finish line’s just ahead.
I advance with assurance
With my eyes on the prize.
I ain’t turning back
This is a one way route,
Triumph is absolute.
Inhale, exhale, deeply.
In the defining moment
I face the final phase;
Its invisible yet piercing gaze
And say
“Bring it!”



I have more but I think these are fine for this post. Comments welcomed and encouraged!

 

[Vivillon]

That first poem brought a few tears to my eyes. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. The second poem was good, too, although I did find the repetition to be a bit much. Great job, as always!

 

[MagicNinetales]

To be honest I had a few myself when I read this out loud for the first time. People have told me it's one of my more touching works, and it brings me a sense of joy when it has an impression on people like you had. Thank you for your thoughts.

 

[MagicNinetales]

This is a special one, made for a certain writing contest I just barely missed the deadline for; any creative literature centered around a living individual that has only 24 hours left to live. Damn, this would have been a contender. :-/ Well that aside, here is one of my more emotion-invoking poems...

24 Hours and Seven Regrets
​

My terminal condition is finishing me, and I have at most 24 hours left to live. And so I recall and write in this journal my deepest regrets in hopes that in Death I’ll be granted relief and forgiveness, for I was not the purest human being in this abruptly ending life, nor have I lived it to my desired extent.


.I. Elusive Pyramid of Giza

Adventurers’ blood, I have not,
Still one place called to me;
The Great Pyramid of Giza
Is a wonder I sought to see.
My time on Earth draws short,
This goal is now but fantasy.
Perhaps I’ll get another chance
Within my next reality.


.II. My mistakes

All humans commit mistakes,
It’s written in our script.
Certain sins need unmasking.
How badly have I slipped?
I’ve had some drunken rages,
And tested my luck with law,
A couple times I made Jeremy
Cringe at the father he saw.
One event goes above the rest;
The first time he boarded a bus,
I climbed on board and beat a kid
When at my son, he cussed.


.III. Missing a Graduation

To see my son advance through life
Has been a sight to behold.
I wished to see his career unfurl
And praise him when I’m old.
His High School years are going grand,
Without second thought I’m proud.
But when graduation comes around
I’ll be absent from the crowd!


.IV. Lamenting my Father

Father, cherished father,
There’s so much we haven’t done;
People that we didn't meet,
And places never had gone.
I have but one hope left;
If you read this once I part,
Promise me you will move on
And feed your traveler’s heart.



.V. Lamenting my Mother

Mother, oh dear mother,
Such horrid things I’ve said.
I have not the time to atone
For soon I will be dead.
Far from where I live, you reside.
It has been oh so long
Since we spoke and embraced,
And never shall we, I’m nearly gone…


.VI. Lamenting my Wife

Kim, my ex, I wasn’t that fair,
But it stabbed me when you burst!
I messed up, you broke my heart,
Yet I’m responsible for the worst.
I’d free the secrets I withheld,
Confess to my every lie,
And take back the hateful words
If you’d mourn me when I die.


.VII. Forsaking Jeremy

I’m but a working lonely father
Whose job is nearly done,
And with my fatal ailment
I will soon forsake my son!
With no mother to take over,
Nor a relative nearby,
I manage all the finances,
This will be a costly goodbye!
I pray for you, Jeremy my boy,
Make your dreams come true.
I’m about to go, just so you know,
I’l alway lo

 

[Vivillon]

This has to have been the most beautiful poem I have ever seen you, and perhaps anyone else, ever write. Congratulations on a tear-wrenching poem. That ending was perfect. I can just imagine the handwriting slowly getting messier as his strength fades, finally fading until he is unable to finish.

 

[MagicNinetales]

This has to have been the most beautiful poem I have ever seen you, and perhaps anyone else, ever write. Congratulations on a tear-wrenching poem. That ending was perfect. I can just imagine the handwriting slowly getting messier as his strength fades, finally fading until he is unable to finish.

Well you've certainly made my morning! I'm thrilled to have struck such an impression on you with this. This poem had by far the most amount of time dedicated towards its development, and thus I went all out. I don't know what else to say.

 

[MagicNinetales]

How about some Acrostic poems this post around?

Have Faith​

Have hope, have faith,
All malice has its end.
Verily, anything can change,
Even in darkness lies inner light.

For be it life, love or peace,
All good in time must cease.
In place of grief, have belief;
There is reason why, recovery will come.
Have hope, have faith…

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Overseer​

Overseer, I am dubbed, a witness of all.
Bearer of brains unrivaled,
Safe keeper of secrets untold,
Eyes wide as our Earth,
Reading the lines of life, I am.
Veraciousness vast,
Imagination absolute,
No being can bewilder me;
Granted pure clairvoyance, I was.

Always keeping watch,
Life as an astral entity,
Looking for knowledge without recess, I do.

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Corporate Corruption​

Give power to the corrupt;
Riches cloud reason,
Emotion submits to greed,
Encouraging and furthering
Deranged and daunting desires.

Delusional decision makers,
Extremist executives,
Corrupt capitalists,
Everywhere and all the time,
Inside our lives, outside our doors,
They lie, abuse, and mislead.


Obstructing further growth
By adhering to flawed practices,
Stonewalling new perspectives,
The officials stand firm
Immovable and steadfast.
No confessions or repentance,
Admittance to causing their mess,
The corporate parties plot instead
Everywhere and all the time.

 

[MagicNinetales]

Here are two of the poems I wrote when I was in a depressive state a bit over a month ago. The feeling is long gone but the memories still surface once and awhile, though things toned down when I did post poems like these as a vent for my condition and the pain and sadness it was bringing me. Anyways here they are.

Cannot Control - Family​

I don’t want to do this,
This is not like me.
My brain is in chains,
Clouding all reality.

From whence did it come;
Contempt for my family?
I shriek “Everybody go,
My will is not free!”

Instead of turning tail
They rushed to my side,
Pleading me to tell them
What’s happening inside.

I reach into my mind.
So desperately I tried
To dig into my conscience,
To lift the rage’s disguise.

The frustration is fuel,
To what? I do not know.
I beg back to my family
“I cannot control, please go!”

My little bro, terrified,
Runs out into the snow.
He looks back at me crying,
While my anguish still grows.

I flip the table and shout
“Please, do not stay!”
But my parents persist.
“You need help right away!”

My mother tries to calm me
With her tender tone,
Despite my begging
To just leave me alone.

I break free of her grip
And shove my dad from the phone,
Smashing it to bits
Before running out on my own.

I didn't shift my gaze
To see my Dad’s face,
Or risk to be drawn back
To my heated, lit place.

This is for all our safety,
Yet I’m still a disgrace.
Into the frosty night I go,
Into its forlorn embrace…

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I'm Lost, I'm Lost...​

I’m spiraling downward,
Breathing heavily outward,
in a ceaseless slump
And feeling down in the dumps.
I’m lost, I’m lost, make this all stop!

Seated at the desk
I’m immobilized by stress,
Giving work a blank stare
As if I don’t even care.
Feeling under a spell
I cannot cast away,
I’m lost, I’m lost, in a solitary hell.

Each corner lies a wrong turn,
Sorrow swells and anger burns.
I can’t find out why
No matter how I try.
I’m lost, I’m lost, can’t see a way out!

Lying in my bedroom
With a sense of gloom,
Gazing upwards I ask
“How long will this last?”
Drifting off for the night
With fractured faith,
I’m lost, I’m lost, with no guiding light…

 

[Th!nkPi]

Drifting off for the night
With fractured faith,
I’m lost, I’m lost, with no guiding light…

This was a very powerful ending to your poem!! It was the third instance of alliteration (if you exclude the refrain of I'm lost, I'm lost as alliteration with L), backed up by the wonderful refrain and giving such intense imagery to the concept of damaged faith. What a vivid way to end your poem!

I also loved how you described the emotion of sorrow as swelling. Swell and fracture are words you use to describe physical injuries and the pain that manifests, yet you used them to describe the emotional hardships you endured. The three examples of alliteration in this poem fascinate me, as you used them tastefully without going overboard.

This is the type of poetry that excites me as a poet. Simple, but when broken down reveals so many more careful decisions in the words you chose to express your depression. I apologize if my words seem too cheery for the topic at hand; I am no stranger to depression and the haunting feelings that come with it. For that reason, I praise your work optimistically. I know how therapeutic stringing together the chaos in mind into poetry can be, especially when one does it with genuine creativity, and I think that your pain is not in vain. You work speaks for itself.

Fight on and write on,

Th!nkPi

P.S. You and I both have braved a snowstorm in our darkest hours, searching for purpose in nothingness. Though I've never encouraged it, I think that people like us like to find reasoning in suffering. You're not alone in this twisted logic, though I don't claim to fully understand you—we're all complex human beings.