Dead Poets Society

[Pherione]

For all you writers of poetry, artists of the word and literary enchanters,
this thread gives you the occasion to harvest the praise, laud and fame of the crowd
as well as criticize and improve the styles and works of others.


Couple of rules:

• One poem may only be posted once
• please don't quote other people's poems entirely when referring to them cuz that takes a lot of space
• Constructive criticism only please.
  

Allow me to commence our marathon of poetics with two of my works.
The first poem is narrative and tells about a cursed fairy, the second poem deals with the concepts of the awe-struck man, confronted with the sublime.

The Faerie Knight


And yon rides the Faerie knight
considered fair and gay
and to our gazes he'd excite
presuming to have found his way

for trapped it is onto the moors
in bogs and marshes all alike
trying to set his personal course
end his eternal hike

he dashes forth unto our steps in mud
wonting to be free
but branches strike, scream for his blood
oh how I pity he

and trapped he wanders even still
unto the end of times
and the sounds reach our ears shrill
of those doomsday chimes

On the multiverse

Once upon a time

Goes the all-old chime

In eternal space of gods’ embrace.

There be the worlds enveloped in their
furious dance.

To be lived by life in a mere glance.

And be a witness of the endlessness of
endlessness

Spanning throughout time.

Incused by this view sublime

To be unfathomable and unprocurable by
man

Be he mortal or immortal

Lest he cross his limits to rival the
span.

And travel ‘till true life’s end

There shedding tears of bliss and awe.