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Tag Archives: Death

Unwavering valiance

24 Thursday Mar 2011

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 50 Comments

Tags

Brave, Bravery, Death, Faithful, Fighter, Forgotten, Knight, Knighthood, Left to die, Loyal, Magpie Tales, Possessions, Thankless, Tragic, Trophies, Unrecognized, Unsung hero, Valiance

Image credits: Willow Manor@MagpieTales

A paragon of hope,
A knight of the first order
He eyed his prized trophies
hanging limp from crusty walls

The assortment of knives
that swore by so many lives
The swords and the shield
that told him never to yield

He dreamt of past victories
Of lands he conquered
Of the people he ruled
Of the force he radiated

But he now silently smiled
Wistful, yet so wild
As he lay on a creaking bed
Alone, forgotten and unfed

With a hazed look in his eye
Proud
Ashamed
Baffled
He breathed his last…


**Posted for Magpie Tales (week 58)… Check it out and see what the other amazing poets/writers here had to say about this prompt.. **

A drop into vacuum

22 Wednesday Dec 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 41 Comments

Tags

Abyss, Collaboration, Dark, DeadPoet, Death, Kavisionz, Lost, Misery, Numb, One Shot Wednesday, One Stop Poetry, Sadness, Shadows, Sinking, Unfeeling, Vacuum

Image Credits: Iardacil @ DeviantArt.com

Gaunt shadows lurking all about
With hollowed eyes, they sought me out
I drank my fear, drifting afloat
Time and again, I clutched my throat
Their silent whispers filled my ears
Louder than shrieks, they seemed to pierce

I found myself submerged beneath the surface,
Unable to breathe in the midst of this race.
The voices echoed through the pools of silence,
Darkness fell, bringing solace in the midst of violence.
For there was only chaos running through this mind,
As the shadows grew bolder, so cruel and unkind.

Amid dark souls, I lost my way
Soon began to stagger and sway
Drapes of doom had started to fall
And no one here answered my call
Buried in dread, and drenched in pain
I groped for hope, but all in vain

The shadows loomed over the will of my mind,
Kneeling down to fears my heart could never find.
Dread hung heavy in the sweetened air,
I found myself drawn to the Devil’s lair.
For darkness had found and corrupted my heart,
Taking with it all that the shadows could tear apart.

My mind went numb, and senses failed
All life now drained, my skin had paled
The spark had gone from my eyes gray
As if dark clouds stole light from day
I walked towards that gaping hole
Without a care, without a soul

Down, down the rabbit hole, I found myself falling,
Far in the distance, I could hear dark voices calling.
Unanswered questions raced through the fathoms of my head,
Ringing through the silence, all these answers that I dread.
These shadows always lurking in the corners of space and time,
Bringing back distant memories of the basest of my crimes.

Slowly drowning in floods of hate
Longing for salvation though it’s too late
I step into this cold abyss
I know not why I feel such bliss
A happy tear, a sated smile
As I walk with open hands to embrace my exile


**This is a poem which I wrote in collaboration with DeadPoet88… We built upon each others’ stanzas (me the first, she the second, and so on). We wrote the 7th (last) stanza one line at a time (alternately). And somehow, at the end of the poem, we felt as if we had written the entire poem ourselves! It was a whole lot of fun and a great experience writing it with her… Thanks a ton, DeadPoet88, for agreeing to write this poem with me… xoxox**

***Posted for One Shot Wednesday!! Please check it out to read the fantastic offerings made here… ***

Necessary or Accessory?

28 Tuesday Sep 2010

Posted by Kavita in Poetry

≈ 66 Comments

Tags

Death, Defeat, Fight, Inevitable, Jingle Poetry, Magpie Tales, Monday Poet, Necessary, Regal, Royal, Sufficient

Image Credits: Willow Manor

The soldier with his grit of lead
And armor made of pride
When faced with wars of pure hatred
He simply cannot hide

And marching on, he roars in vain
Cries not, despite the pain

The prince with all his swords and knives
Can’t ward away this harm
When dark angels reign over lives
And lure him with their charm

He lays himself before their eyes
Smile on his lips, he sighs

This fragrance that the princess wears
Can’t drown the putrid smell
Her sunken soul no longer dares
The Reaper’s evil spell

And yet she holds hope as her light
Against a long black night

Mighty canons, and perfumes sweet
These piles of wealth and fame
Betray their lords and bear defeat
When death plays her own game

And in the end, Earth comes to aid
Where all else seems to fade


**Submitted for Magpie Tales (by Willow Manor), and Monday Poetry Potluck at Jingle Poetry. Please do check out these sites for more creative treats… 100% fun and awe guaranteed! 🙂 **

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