Login
|
Join PoetrySoup
Home
Submit Poems
Login
Sign Up
Member Home
My Poems
My Quotes
My Profile & Settings
My Inboxes
My Outboxes
Soup Mail
Contest Results/Status
Contests
Poems
Poets
Famous Poems
Famous Poets
Dictionary
Types of Poems
Videos
Resources
Syllable Counter
Articles
Forum
Blogs
Poem of the Day
New Poems
Anthology
Grammar Check
Greeting Card Maker
Classifieds
Quotes
Short Stories
Member Area
Member Home
My Profile and Settings
My Poems
My Quotes
My Short Stories
My Articles
My Comments Inboxes
My Comments Outboxes
Soup Mail
Poetry Contests
Contest Results/Status
Followers
Poems of Poets I Follow
Friend Builder
Soup Social
Poetry Forum
New/Upcoming Features
The Wall
Soup Facebook Page
Who is Online
Link to Us
Member Poems
Poems - Top 100 New
Poems - Top 100 All-Time
Poems - Best
Poems - by Topic
Poems - New (All)
Poems - New (PM)
Poems - New by Poet
Poems - Random
Poems - Read
Poems - Unread
Member Poets
Poets - Best New
Poets - New
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems
Poets - Top 100 Most Poems Recent
Poets - Top 100 Community
Poets - Top 100 Contest
Famous Poems
Famous Poems - African American
Famous Poems - Best
Famous Poems - Classical
Famous Poems - English
Famous Poems - Haiku
Famous Poems - Love
Famous Poems - Short
Famous Poems - Top 100
Famous Poets
Famous Poets - Living
Famous Poets - Most Popular
Famous Poets - Top 100
Famous Poets - Best
Famous Poets - Women
Famous Poets - African American
Famous Poets - Beat
Famous Poets - Cinquain
Famous Poets - Classical
Famous Poets - English
Famous Poets - Haiku
Famous Poets - Hindi
Famous Poets - Jewish
Famous Poets - Love
Famous Poets - Metaphysical
Famous Poets - Modern
Famous Poets - Punjabi
Famous Poets - Romantic
Famous Poets - Spanish
Famous Poets - Suicidal
Famous Poets - Urdu
Famous Poets - War
Poetry Resources
Anagrams
Bible
Book Store
Character Counter
Cliché Finder
Poetry Clichés
Common Words
Copyright Information
Grammar
Grammar Checker
Homonym
Homophones
How to Write a Poem
Lyrics
Love Poem Generator
New Poetic Forms
Plagiarism Checker
Poetics
Poetry Art
Publishing
Random Word Generator
Spell Checker
Store
What is Good Poetry?
Word Counter
Email Poem
Your IP Address: 18.222.93.141
Your Email Address:
Required
Email Address Not Valid.
To Email Address:
Email Address Not Valid.
Required
Subject
Required
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
For so long I have fought my monsters in the war lands. For so long I’ve been by myself in the wake of my chaos. Others tried to stand beside but shortly fell or shortly left. Too weak to hold their own. When I thought I’d be over come, when the war lands stared to fade in the corners of my eyes, and the visions of only the faces of my monsters started to loam over my body, he came. He stormed in, with all his glory. His armor was far from perfect, it didn’t shine like the exploding sun, it wasn’t unmarked and perfectly placed. It was rusted and dented, tainted, it bared all his battle wounds and shun as dimly as the moonlight behind stormy clouds. Finally another warrior, finally someone who can stand next to me. He empowered me, encouraged me. He stood next to me, standing tall and brave. A true warrior, standing in the middle of the battle, swords in each hand ready to take on anything. We stood side by side, backs together taken in each others presence. We exchange looks, and in that brief moment; such a hot, fiery passion flew through me. Not only did he captivated me, he took my breath away. And then the battle began. We fought, and fought and fought, for what seemed to be an entirety, but we won. For once in so long, my winter war of chaos seized and calmed, and spring had bloomed. Oh the glorious time to live and shine, and oh did he ever. His smile was as bright as the sun itself, and the heat that radiated off him melted my frozen heart. But all too soon, the calm ended, and the war began. The monsters fought back with more force than before, causing a chaotic wind to whip furiously around me; causing me to fight blindly. Alone and scared, I tried to fight and lash out. My screams swallowed by the whispers and howls of the wind. He was still there though. The warmth of his touched lingered in my body, I could still feel him holding my heart, helping it beat. He was there, and he was fighting. Once again I felt myself be empowered by him. Once again I was able to fight, with every little might in me, with everything I had. I gave it my all. Soon enough, the wind died down to a gentle breath and the dust started to clear. As my eyes started to adjust, the dust starts to clear, my wounds trying to close, I saw my opponent. I saw him. In the midst of the chaos, he turned on me. It was he, who was trying desperately to knock me down. I fall to my knees as a small whimper escaped my lips. “Why?” is all I can muster. I can still feel his warmth on my heart, but instead of a supportive hold; it’s turned into a suffocating squeeze. His eyes, once was a crystal blue and as deep as the ocean, is now crimson red and endless. His smile, oh his smile, that sent a blast of sunlight through my life, is now sickly and twisted with a darkly glow of hatred. I try to stand, though my legs don’t want to support me. I raise my head, though my tears are visibly seen. For even though I feel so weak, even though I want to crumble, I shall never give him that satisfactory. He will never see. His smile grew, and he leaped ready for the kill and I was ready too. I tried to fight, though I had nothing left in me, and he succeeded by knocking me down. He lashed at me, and I could feel my blood and life gush from my wounds. I close my eyes as I feel my monsters coming to rip my carcass apart, for my soul had died when he unveiled. Soon they clear, they retreat into the shadows of where they lye. Once again I’m alone, though I can still hear his sinister laugh exploding in the background. He and they will come once again. And once again, I will raise and fight with all my might Once again I’ll be knocked down and drained from old and new wounds Once again, it will still be he whom I’ll cry out for and want. He who I will weep for when the loneliness overcomes and suffocates. Once again, I shall die a thousand deaths, over and over, in the battle field, just to have a gaze of his presence. Once again; it is he.
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required