Poem Poems of Epic Proportions! [Taking Requests!]

This is a simple thread I made for me to make poems, but not just any poems, no, that would be boring! Instead, I will make poems about things YOU request, whether they be characters, animals, that suspicious blob you found underneath your sofa and more!

But I do have a set of rules for what I can write about:
1.) Please, give me some background info about what you want me to write about when you request. I would preferably like it to be in this type of format:

Theme/Emotion: Happiness/Comedy
Topic: A rabbit
Poem Format: Free-Form (No Format)
Poem Length: 12 lines
Additional Notes:

2.) I will not write about; Romance, NSFW stuff and anything that might be controversial or that breaks the forum rules.
3.) Please feel free to provide constructive criticism, as I think it will help me write better.
4.) If you have any questions, feel free to ask them in the thread or by PMing me.
5.) Last but certainly not least, DON'T BE A JERK! If you are, you will be blocked from the thread.

Finally, here is a short example I did a while back in my free time:

The Storm
By Lava Cake

In the dark shroud, the hail grasps the air in it’s veil
Light drowns and darkness reigns as king
In the storm the only light is through the lightning
But the hope stays steady
It will not last for the light will shine through soon

So feel free to request crap!

 

I really would like to see a song...

Theme/Emotion: Adventurism
Topic: Novakid crew going through the space! =D
Poem Format: I think your choice will be better, but it really needs to be rhymed.
Poem Lenghth: Your choice again, but the long one will be a good one.
Notes: Space train, outlaw gunslingers, "we want to see the galaxy!"

This is gonna be awesome! =)

 

Whew, sounds interesting, but I will try my best!

 

Yay! \(^o^)/

 

Here it is

Through the Stars We Ride

By Lava Cake


Let the fire of the stars light our spirits

For without spirit it’s not worth it

But through the stars we ride


Grab your cane, grab your gear and grab your thirst

The universe does not treat you as the first

Though it matters not, for through the stars we ride


Fight for your race, fight for honor

Fight for your sons and daughters

Fight, oh please fight, through the stars we ride


But through this nobility comes humility

And through that humility defies the good in humanity

So put it to work through the stars we ride


But darn, how those hostiles deceive

Now, around them, don’t be naive

In the stars we ride


Try not to lose your mind

Though the loot can be found quite kind

Keep your ship in line, through the stars we ride


Though the load is tough at times

The rewards, oh the rewards, are really sublime

Be careful through the stars we ride


No more time to waste

We must get going with haste

Go!

To the stars we ride!

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You could theoretically sing this as a ballad, by the way, though it may be difficult.

 

It's nice in it's way. You spend less than a half of the day for it, so it's really nice in my opinion. If you keep working, you can git gud! =)

 

Wow, this is pretty great! And you're quick too. While reading it, it seemed so much like a dwarven chant. I could imagine nomadic space dwarves singing this around a huge banquet table in their space ship. It was noble and inspiring to be sure, and was easily sang in my head (so I deem it to be uniform and fitting.) You're pretty damn good at this, good sir.

And I would love to make a request, if that is alright by you.
Theme/Emotion: Panicked and Courageous
Topic: Pirates sailing the ocean, see a giant unidentifiable monster underneath the ship, prepare for battle.
Poem Format: Free-Form, doesn't need to rhyme, but can if you feel like it.
Poem Length: 4-8 stanzas seems fine, but if you would like to do more or less, I would be fine with that! Most pirate songs seem like full length stories to me, but I find that unnecessary!
Additional Notes: I put that theme and emotion because who wouldn't be panicked to see a monster? But to live, you must have resolve to save yourself, and it becomes courage. Sailor slang isn't necessary either, unless you want to.

If all of this is too much to do (or not enough detail), that's fine by me! I'll either come up with another topic or try to elaborate. Thank you so much for considering!

 

Thank you! I will start working on this, seems pretty sweet [DOUBLEPOST=1438005808][/DOUBLEPOST]Aaaaaaand here it is:

The Devil’s Own

By Lava Cake


Come ye children

For I tell you a tale

A tale of the Devil’s Own


She came from the stormiest of nights

From waves as tall as mountains

And clouds as grey as stone

I will remember that night ‘till the last of my short years


She came without warning

Leaping out of the dreaded sea to our decks

As a black veil from one domain to another


She finally stood still on the damned decks

Many a man have fallen to her

The other tales of the less fortunate haunt us


But we grab our cannons

Our harpoons

Whatever we have

And we prepare for the fight of lifetimes


One man slaughtered

Two more abandon us

But I stay with the little courage I have


I see her cold eye as it strangles my crewmates

I grab my flintlock shaking like a fish out of water

Load

Aim for the black, soulless eye

Fire


It howls in pain with a horrendous injury

My other mates take advantage of this and continue firing at her large eyes

A cannon shot straight in one finishes the beast

It’s behemoth corpse left on our ship


And that, fine fellow

Is how the Devil’s Own was finished

 

Holy shit, I just got shivers (shiver me timbers?) I absolutely love it, it's awesome! Gosh I wish I could find a better way to describe how much I love it! Thank you so much! You're waaaayyyyy too good at this. Do you publish poetry anywhere or have a website you post it on or something? :O

 

Thanks again! And sadly I do not publish or post it, but I can post more stuff I did in the past as examples, so I think I will [DOUBLEPOST=1438007032][/DOUBLEPOST]Here are some examples of other work I did in the past, which will also be added to the OP as examples:

Hands of Maturity
By Lava Cake

These hands of Maturity

Hands of thought and creation

Are they for creation or destruction?

Growing at the natural pace of life

At the beat of adulthood and the rhythm of foolishness

Life has caused them to wipe away the tears

Pace it follows and rhythm it obeys

Every moment they either pulse with anger or burst with rage

Day by day they grow yet degrade

Rope of Memory


With a sigh of exasperation

He treads forward with his metal rings

As he looks at the platform

He shivers in fright

His hair a mess

Nails looking like the claws of an animal

The face withered though it has only been there for so little time

He looks to see stern faces and no reaction

Along with the blades of grass fresh with dew

He may be just one of a dozen

He has no energy to cry or weep

A man asks him a final question

No answer

The man brings down the rope

Rope of fear

Rope of death

Rope of memory



64 Men Standing in Line


64 men standing in line

Not knowing they will run out of time

Thinking their cause is sublime

Willing to revolt at the flip of a dime

They never thought they committed a crime

After the deed, playing mime

Now you will see them resting, past their prime

64 men were standing in line



These Eyes


These eyes have seen revolution

These eyes will see retribution

These eyes are shocked like through electrocution

These eyes want a solution

But instead they have seen execution



Lucky


You are running it thin

It has already helped you quite long enough

Biding its time until it is required again

Waiting patiently in your near perfect life

You really are testing it

To see how long it will last



Over Yonder


Over yonder

You will find men who burn down cities

Drunken men who want what’s worse

Men that think they want revolution and freedom

But they are creating destruction

Not sparing

Destroying the ways of innocence



Red Emerald


How you glisten in sunlight with your scarlet hue

Perfection in solid form

But that perfection

Has been most reduced

I miss the way you sparkled in a rather peculiar way

Your surface an entire field of beauty

Stained in crimson

And who is responsible for that crimson?

Why, you should know

 

Wow, they're all so lovely! I appreciate how you don't over-elaborate the things you write about. So much is inferred, and so much is left to imagination. I can't wait to see what else you write, it's beautiful!

 

Wow, these are good! I'd like to make a request.

Theme: Sad, defeated, and lonely.
Topic: An Apex rebel who's entire town was slaughtered by the Miniknog. (Except for him).
Poem Format: Free-form. It can rhyme if you want, but it doesn't have to.
Length: Whatever length you feel is necessary. Maybe around six to eight stanzas.

 

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The Void of What Remains

By Lava Cake


It takes just one man to kill many

They could have just sent one

But no

They sent hundreds

Just to kill the defenceless


Tranquility was dominant

But it was dethroned

By the tyrant of destruction and sorrow

The dogs of war are unleashed


We strike them down

But they are replaced

Until all that is heard is the gnashing of teeth by just one


Just one to carry the burden

Just one been shown without mercy

Just one has seen the cold void of death and escaped

Just one lonely hero to avenge thousands


And he lays there in a cradle

In the sweet cradle of safety

Surrounded by the void of what remains

 

Okay, time to bump this son of a gun! I will start with this thing I made (If you can guess what this poem is about, you will for sure gain my respect c: )

There

By Lava Cake


Drifting off to home

To the tired peaks

They both look hazy

Almost floating

All relieved and sound


What started in hostility will end in serenity

What ended will start

A life in falsehood

The truth will follow


Wrapped in bliss but naked

They can’t tell where they’re going

But they also know too well

The hand of peace driving them


Higher

Higher

Into the air

Higher

Higher

Out of air

Higher

Higher

There

 

I'm thinking the Undying Lands, or maybe Lothlorien. I'm not sure. It's a beautiful poem though.

 

Well, I'll tell ya:

It's about death and heaven

Good guess though, c:

 

Yeah, kinda close! That's what the Undying Lands symbolized. I thought it was a reference to something directly referenced, but it's a very beautiful poem!

 

Hehe, oh well! Thanks, the idea just popped in my head to make a poem about it c:. It also makes sense that the Undying Lands is heaven, since Tolkein was a Christian and was buds with C.S. Lewis, who was an incredible Theologian.

 

It is a very nice poem. Subtle and pretty. I appreciate that it's not too obvious or cliche for that sort of a poem.
And that's true! What an interesting pair, to be sure.

 

Okay, enough chat, let's get some moar poems up in this hizzy:

A Jump in Slow Motion


On top a monstrous cliff a human stomps in gentle rhythm

Slowly crushing and compressing the humble pebbles beneath him with each step

He takes one more step and stops

Slowly, he directs his vision downward to the mammoth drop below


Swivels his head upwards again, then swallows in both anxiety and excitement

He gradually stretches and pulls his arms out

Then when his hands meet a large snap his heard from his hands

He sheathes them back down in his withered pockets


But he slowly pivots away from the edge

Again stomping

But this time away from the terrifying cliff

Is it fear?

Has he changed his mind?


Wait


He quickly jerks towards the cliff again

And his feet are moving faster than before

They accelerate

And Accelerate


At the sharp edge he springs himself from his right shoe

Left shoe launched first in the air

His right shoe moves to catch up

He has now detached from the confines of the world


During this moment

Freedom is sovereign

No pain of the feet

Just the sheets of air layering him


A moment so peaceful

A moment so beautiful

A moment so free