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Clovis's Poetry

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Poem 1: Confused & Alone

What is the meaning of life?
What is the true reality?
I need you to give me an answer,
And not just another fallacy.

No one has the answers that I need,
And I don't know where to go.
I'm constantly told to just shut up,
and simply move with the flow.

Everywhere that I go and turn,
I see before me yet another wall.
Why is there never someone to help,
Of all the many times I did fall?

Who could ever save me from this dungeon,
When they don't even know I'm here?
Is it my fate to forever be alone?
That is what I truly now fear.

Poem 2: Nothing is Alive

Everything is dead these days,
Or at the very least dying.
I must truly be hopeless
To even think of trying.

How can I find something real
When all that exists are lies?
I search and search to no avail.
What is to come of all my tries?

Is it even worth to try
And find the Holy Grail?
Or is it just another thing
At which I can fail?

What is it that I must do
In a world where all is dead?
I just wish that clearer answers
Could make their way to my head.

Poem 3: The Smoldering Rage

I only have so much time,
Upon this planet to live.
Yet there seems to be no end,
To what I’m expected to give.

To the requests you have,
There is never an end in sight.
Can any amount of toil ever hope,
To with you make things right?

The work that I can give,
Is not a resource without bounds.
Do you plan to keep this up,
Until I lay in the burial mounds?

Though now placid I may be,
Keep it up in order to see my wrath.
For come one of these days,
I will entreat you to a blood bath.

Poem 4: In the End, I Win

Do you think I have no purpose,
Outside of serving you?
Is it perposterous to think,
That I have dreams too?

The menial services I can provide
Are not why I was put on this earth.
Yet that is all you thought me capable of
since the day of my birth.

Like the Pheonix I will rise,
regardless of what you believe.
Your interferences are nothing,
They only serve to peeve.

I will be complete as soon as
The distance between us is long.
I wonder how you will survive
When I no more answer to your song.

Poem 5: A Priceless Treasure

How can I ever possibly thank
A man whom I owe so very much?
He who in my darkest of hours
Has kept me in reality's touch?

What do you do for that noblest one
Whom is more than you deserve?
A truest friend that without fail
Has never once let you swerve?

Is it even in my meager ability
To ever attempt him just acclaim?
Do I even posses the instruments
With which to render him proper fame?

For one who is as rare as you
Such skills simply cannot exist.
So instead I must allow this poem's
Humble words to forever persist.

Poem 6: The Writer's Dilemma

As I sit down here now
At this my keyboard,
I know that I alone must
Brave my creative fjord.

It is my duty to chronicle
Those who never once were,
Thus of every keystroke
I must be totally sure.

Elusive negative ability
Is that which I seek;
Of who I am, yet am not,
Is what my words must reek.

Despite how I myself feel,
And no matter my own pride,
The merits of my work
Is the readers' to decide.

Poem 7: A Cage of Fear

What can you do when you have
A dark past you can not bear?
A collection of evil memories
That will always be in there?

Do you drop all and start to
Run without stop into forever?
Is there any escape by saying,
"I now, from all, myself sever."

And yet I say, "You see it not,
That eternally shining light!"
For in that glow exist friends,
Whom for you will gladly fight.

Your prison sentence is a thing
That exists only in your mind.
So step forward now and be free,
For only a friendship can bind.
The following is a collection of poetry that I wrote last year. It's odd that I wrote any at all, seeing as how I actually don't understand poetry, and almost never read it myself. Anyways, I decided I may as well put it up here for completeness.
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Hmmm, maybe I should be more direct on some things with you. You seem to have more interest than I though, it may be easier than some who I am still trying to admit they have interest in such topics, despite how blatently obvious it is. (I hope he doesn't read this comment, he'll be mad at me and close his mind again. His art is off DeviantArt anyways, I doubt he's tracking me in silent mode.)

Anyways, for the answers you're speaking off, you can have mine, but you might not agree with mine. I have some good litterary refrences that they might have in you're college book store for the Theology classes, as they are mainstays of modern Christian Theology. If more people understood these theologys the world would be a better place and not have people fighting over religion so much, as that is the work of the devil IMO. I beleive in teaching the phillosophy behind the theology first, as people today seem to presume those who discuss theology are evangilist extremists, which I am not. Evangalism is a goal, it makes a poor theology and method in it's plain form, and ends up being used as a weapon instead. I might want to write something on the subject.

You may want to join in LK on this discussion he's surprised me with his open-mindedness on the subject. So untypical of him.

As for you're writing. I find such subjects call for a less regular form. I know, you have trouble keeping parse in free-form, as I also used to until a few years ago, and had a very similar, overly ridgid style to yours. It just feels wrong to me, as too much of the world is not ridgid in that form. I only find it appropriate to state facts with obvious observartions implied in that manner, like in a Haiku or Koan (Especially in a Haiku formed Koan.)

Anyways, good luck with future poems, and realize poems go hand in hand with all fors of art.