Guilds Poems | Examples

PRINCIPLE

Day by day
Time after time
From range to range 
From phase to phase 
Stage by stage
The principle of life.

The day you plant a seed 
Another day for the harvest 
Hold on to your dreams 
Dreams don't come through a night.

There are laws 
Which are principles of life
Law that guilds and direct 
Showing you how to attain whatever
So why the desperation?
Instead of following the process; 
Which are the principles of growth.

Reckon So

A conglumalate of comapnies gathered together to Unite
under one banner. The sorted the talents, and ranked : reranked
several Pro Grapplers.both in Kayfade and for-reallie-dough!
They excluded the Juggernaut.
The one the World might envy.
But the saw fit to advertise in markets where they are sucluded and often riciculded.
A straight forward Sports Genred Event.
Was advertsied. The Caption said on this date from now and forever all the world shall speak of _______________ As World Champion! They advertised it like they were from the year. 2033 which is a big deal in some wrestling areas. The Guilds and The Guilded are to compete before an "awaiting " Hungery World!
I think this is a novel concept.
Bravo!
Bravo!

A Butterfly In Flight

Earth is a place of beauty and wonder,
hosting a slew of creatures, big and small.
But butterflies are hailed among Nature's
masterpieces, as unique works of art.

Caterpillars morph into winged fairies,
through the magic of metamorphosis.
And live phantasmagorical paintings,
in all colors of the rainbow; take flight.

Splendiferous delicate filigree
intricately guilds iridescent wings.
And silver, blue, green, and crimson combine;
into abstract patches painted by light.

Taking Her art to another level,
Nature is an unparalleled artist.
And as a testament to Her talent;
a butterfly in flight is breathtaking.

Welcome

Brisk the air, a fall breeze sways the tree on this new land. 
Forest druids can be seen but be wary on approach. 
Most of the land still stays unmanned. 
Streams flow through the forest full of loach. 

Elves guard the entrance of the misty woods, don't try to sneak in. 
Head west and you will find the true horror wars can bring. 
Orcs walk over corpses, goblins scavenging the battlefields pulling off skin. 
The fairy folk tried to hold them off but lost their wings. 
Cast down to the ground they were outmatched. 
Retreat was inevitable, victory was already snatched. 

A thousand years past, fairy folk extinct, it's the birth of man.
A new era was born, towns popped up, the land was untouched no more. 
Guilds soon after, adventures were born, the land was changing to its core.
Before then let’s talk about the war. 



This is the first entry to my high fantasy Chapbook I will be releasing later this year. All input is welcomed and helps.

September Nonet Contest

Chill 
of fall 
is in the 
air as summer's 
greens retreat to keep, 
until again she will 
joyously repeat her shades 
of verdant hues among the leaves 
of elated trees that sing in Sun. 

Yet every season bestows its joy 
as autumn guilds the leaves in gold,
in rust and crimson too, in
majesty death beholds. 
A harvest of the 
seeds we have sown
we reap in
divine
gifts.

8-24-19

~First Place~

I Want To Write You a Poem

I want to write you a poem



The pen spoke through my hands 
I hear not , you hear for me 


I want to write you a poem 
About us 
A two stanza ballad for our undying love .


I want to write you a poem
A poem for trust 
Me and you, bricks and blocks 
Till death .


I want you to write you a poem 
for your smile ?? 
As beautiful as the sun 
Perfect with the moon



I want to write you poem 
But I fear you won’t like me pouring my heart on the page of a leaflet 

I want to write you a poem 
A rhyme that guilds us
A poem with a fairytale end.

The Spark With No Light

Left school in December 1968
played truant from school on final day
but no thought to what I wanted to do
so hard to work out what's my way

My uncle was a qualified electrician
I got started as apprentice at his work
but a couple of years into this job
a problem arose that really stuck

A couple of times connecting up cables
caused a spark I was colour blind
then a year later failed city & guilds
so realised a new job will have to find

Well a spark I was not to be
having no light so couldn't shine
but got warehouse work next
so wasn't jobless it worked out fine

(Just some thought on my first job when leaving school those 50 years ago, can't believe it was so long ago.)

Thine Indulge

Throwing fireballs from broken fists,
Destroying all who feed the mist.

The necromancers raise the dead,
as guilds of pyros burn them red.

breathe in deep, the dragons breath,
it tastes so sweet, hold in the scent.

Let the high control your head,
then feast upon the naked flesh.

Indulge in all the sweaty sex,
with kings and queens and princesses.

Then later on we all will toast,
before feeding on endless roasts.

And goat cheeses and pumpkin pies,
then blow it up into to the skies.

We’ll celebrate for those who died.
and drink until we feel alive.

A Brief Journey Through Black History

Once I was scourged by the task masters' horse whips;
consigning me for two centuries to servitude.
I had my roots forever erased by forced trips
to worlds unknown, where contemptuous attitude
to my skin colour sure relegated me
to the background of an odious racial caste
system in the occident governed by hate.

The cold snow covered climes of the west I see,
with cotton fields revived, whilst blacks tormented strive
for freedom from slavery's merciless back breaking yoke.
With red scars on weary backs, they fight to survive
the chains and fetters the abolitionists broke,
having their sweat and blood water the cotton fields
which bring bumper harvests to their task masters' guilds.

She Is Willing Tofight For Us

she knows the odd
still won't the job
she won't step aside
her minds open wide
she has the  skills to guilds
and fight the bad stuff
SHE WILLING TO FIGHT
FOR US

Snowy Owl

In my white feathered coat, I look divine.
I hunt at night, but also in bright day.
My bold rounded eyes as gold amber shine.
Dawn guilds my broad wing span flying away.
Soaring silent I clear steep mountain's crest,
Then swoop with precision to snatch my prey.
My talons cling tight to my beating breast,
Till I feed my owlets a father's way.
Gliding high o'er Arctic tundra I roam.
Lemmings are known as my favorite quest.
Soon I will prepare a warm cozy home
In early May when I build a large nest.

There's danger of wolves and foxes when near,
The prime predators we snowy owls fear.

2-11-16

For Personification Owl contest by Eve Roper

Rememerber Black History Pride

it was a time
of pickett lines
people carrying signs
for new sunshine
 the was of all kind
only the lord guilds
we REMMERER

Smudged Shadows

As a vermillion Sun feigns its death,
daylight acquiesces to Night's might.
And with a propensity for red,
Sol colors clouds, cerise, and crimson.

Day dwindles as flashing fireflies set
twinkling lights flickering on the scene.
And an austere, featureless landscape 
morphs into a field of pixie dust.

Nature imbues the Night with subtle
scents of honeysuckle and wild rose.
And a mix of exotic odors
of lesser-known, more infamous plants.

Contrary to popular belief,
stinging nettles bear scented flowers.
And as their fragrant blossoms open,
they release a pleasant aroma.

A gold filigree moon guilds the waves,
moonbeams dancing on rippled waters.
And dark silhouettes, like smudged shadows,
merge within Night's ebony embrace.

Words and Passages

Defining the borders 
with guilds,

a body hangs on a rope 
mauled and fabled.

I am making a fool of myself 
to find your hand.

Watching the world upside down, 
the  ailing Buddha- 

was dying. I don’t own the day.
Tomorrow will not remain yours.


Satish Verma

Inventiveness

creation, inspiration, philosophy, spoken word,


INVENTIVENESS  © 
                           
Philosophical prophecies do go down--- 
But lose ground recruitment when congested….
And curtail some ‘guilds’ to inventiveness!
Guidelines ‘stagnate’, if borne not for quest beyond--- 
Who in the ‘know-how’ understates these new interpretations?
What, why, where, when ‘next is it to be said again and again? 
And just ‘who’ is to invent the here and now, and the next? 
Alluring juridical ‘redoes’ of various pantomimed brands---
Begets and do offer, for limited ‘life’ sake a' shelf' date...
Inspirational ‘rides’ on diversified musical ‘merry-go-rounds’!

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