Squrtle's Poetry Bank

[Squrtle]

So I've decided to write poetry. My poems are simple and complex at the same time.
While it's easy to work out what it's about, some of them may have hidden meanings.
I write poems with simple structures too. 4 Stanzas containing 4 lines each.

So without further ado, here are my poems!

My last verse

Spoiler

There lies my loved one, asleep on the bed.
I wish she weren't gone, but I face the truth, she's dead.
I, only 27, descend to my room.
Will I climb the stairs to heaven? or will the firey depths be my tomb.
I take her hair dryer, and climb in the bath.
Fill the tub higher, death my only path.
As I scrunch up this paper, and throw away this pen,
Know this is my last verse.
Beautiful Caitlin, see you in ten.

The Writer

Spoiler

Sat there in the attic, scribbling with his pen,
A man so erratic, stays in his den.
Watching out the window, across Clock Town,
He decides the fate of the people, even he who wears the crown.

So feared is the writer, the townsfolk sent a hitman,
"That cheeky little blighter", he thought, as he devised a counter plan.
The hitman walks up the steps, readying his sword,
The writer took his pen and crept, crept along the creaking floor.

"I'll look at you and decide your fate" said the bitter old man,
"And a wound in your belly I will create" challenged the hitman, as if he can.
So they stood and they stared, face to face.
The Writer, he merely glared, the hitman struck without haste.

Clock Town now safe, the Writer deceased
Stood there was the victorious waif, the bloody body beneath.
The hitman, outside, the townsfolk cheered
"The Writer died! now there's nothing to fear!

Cold Whisper

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Men in furry coats, walking on the frosty grass,
dew drops, on every leaf in this grey foggy landscape.
A blue moon, shining through dead trees, is cast,
blue face, the hikers from their icy fate can't escape.

I, here in my lodge, heating is a blue flame,
watching strangers struggling silently.
A roar, I hear, a rattle of chains,
The coldness. An icy lancer. Whistles violently.

I step out. The cold attacks. I shiver and shiver.
My face now blue. the fog deep grey.
I step, carefully, across a frozen river.
The hikers stare. Dead eyes. Nothing to say.

They lie on the colourless, icy grass.
They, fallen. I see their struggle.
I bring them in. The warm side of the glass.
Fire still blue, faces red, they sleep and snuggle.

[MasKed]

The Last Verse is really chilling; the pain of the narrator is clearly felt, and though you can tell the seriousness of it, it kinda plays odd with simple expressions like "see you in ten" (in a good way, though).

My favorite is The Writer, it's an idea that has been done before, but I like how you portrayed it; I can't help but feel like Clocktown has some reference to Majora's Mask, but I doubt it.

I can't help but also feel that your poems could serve as inspiration for a full-fledged story. Like you know, a deeper story about the Writer and the people of Clocktown...you should try writing fiction.
Otherwise, post your poetry in another site, not only this one, as FC is not really a big fan of any writing that isn't about FC.
Keep writing!

[Squrtle]

The first post in this thread and it's a brilliant one.
I wrote these poems as short stories.
'The Writer' was mainly inspired by the Professor Layton series, 'My Last Verse' was half inspired by another poem called 'Tichbourne's Elegy' and 'Cold Whisper' was originally conceived as a painting. I wanted to paint a foggy cold blue landscape at night, but then I thought that it'd work as a poem.

I have written half a novel recently, and am currently planning a murder mystery.
Thanks for the kind response :D

[MasKed]

Wow, I had the same thoughts about "Cold Whisper" -it had a whole lot of imagery, and it really seemed like you were describing the "introduction setting" to a really interesting story.
I like where you get your inspirations-I kinda envy you in a way, because when I write, I blindly write, and my inspiration is mostly my life.

I'll check the thread every now and then-good luck with your stories!

[Squrtle]

Haha cheers. I tend to always leave projects unfinished, but I'm determined to complete all four I have ongoing.