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Weekly Poetry Stuffage > Week 420 (August 2-8) Poems Topic: Forgotten

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message 1: by C. J., Atm Seeker in the "Lin Kuei" (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4214 comments You have until the 8th of August to post a poem and from the 9th to around the 13th of August, we’ll vote for which one we thought was best!

Please post directly into the topic and not a link. Please don’t use a poem previously used in this group. Only one submission per person is allowed.

Your poem can be of any length!

This week’s topic is: Forgotten

Thanks goes to Joy for suggesting the topic!

The rules are pretty loose. You could write a poem about anything that has to do with the subject/photo but it must relate to the topic somehow.

Most of all have fun!


message 2: by Ryan (new)

Ryan | 5334 comments The Sculptor

On Sunset Strip the lights have dimmed
And silent now their siren’s call.
A fading starlet’s eyes are brimmed
With tears–one more forgotten thrall
Who keeps her locks of platinum trimmed,
Awaits her call to glory,
Lays bare her soul to cheat decay
And rewrite her life’s story.
He sculpts her in immortal clay,
In meadows cold and hoary;
Holds time’s determined march at bay
From fields of faded glory.


message 3: by C. J., Atm Seeker in the "Lin Kuei" (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4214 comments Ryan, what an awesome poem!


message 4: by Samantha (new)

Samantha (sclough1836gmailcom) | 49 comments Forgotten

Memories
Beautiful, sad, and lonely
(The first time I went sledding down the big hill!)
Fading away
Always with us
(I had a dream the other day about me and you, walking the same road, is this what they call deja-vu?)
Blend together
So clear, like it was yesterday
(How many times can you go to the beach, before it get’s old?)
Knowledge on the tip of your tunge
Things you should always know
Birthdays
Weddings
Gettina a job
Catching a fish
Riding a motorcycle
(Playing D@D with my friends after school!)


message 5: by Marie (new)

Marie (naturechild02) | 660 comments The Blacksmith's Tools

When the blacksmith made his tools
he put of bit of his soul inside them
Hammers, chisels, sets, and thongs
were each created to aid him

Working day in and day out
for a time, all were content
Creating wonders of metal
to fill each order that was sent

The tools felt the smith’s love for his work
and his love for his pretty wife
Life was grand up until the day
a man took her pretty life

When the blacksmith found her dead
a rage began to fill him
And though the tools cried out to the man
the blacksmith did not hear them

He took them up and gave them new purpose
something different for them to do
His heart grew hard and he would not stop
until this black deed was through

The tools were appalled at this change
were made to weep tears of blood
As the blacksmith tore through his enemies
leaving behind a crimson flood

When vengeance was had, the bloodshed stopped
but the blacksmith was never the same
He no longer worked his forge or used his tools
choosing to move and forget his name

The man took different jobs here and there
never staying in one place long
His tools were left forgotten in a trunk
left singing a mournful song

They remembered days of sunshine and fire
of laughter and warm hands upon them
Of molding metal and a pretty wife
and a happy man who hadn’t forgotten

One day the tools were taken away from the trunk
and they cried out, fearing being destroyed
But they were soon given back to the blacksmith
to discover that he was newly employed

Their master was now on a quest
sent into the world by his queen
The tools went with him on his belt
to a forest they had never seen

When his faithful hammer was next pulled out
it was thrust into an elf’s neck
But the tools were heartened to find out
this time they were used to protect

The blacksmith must rescue a fair maiden
and save her from a terrible fate
So though they were weapons again
they were no longer used for hate

As the quest continued, less lives were taken
and the tools noticed something strange
The angry, vengeful blacksmith they knew
was slowly beginning to change

The magic of the forest and the magic of love
were softening his stone heart
The tools could see and feel his need
to finally make a fresh start

The blacksmith they loved was coming back
the man he’d forgotten returning
They even heard him mention his wish
to give in to his inner yearning

They knew even before he said it that one day
he would become a blacksmith again
The tools rejoiced, looking forward to the time
they would work metal with their friend

As the quest came to an end and all returned home
the smith asked the maid for her hand
When she agreed, the tools felt his joy
as he kissed her right there in their land

Working day in and day out
the blacksmith was again content
Creating wonders of metal
to fill each order that was sent

His tools were also quite happy with this life
even when he would pause his work to rest
And his pretty wife would sneak in to steal a kiss
one hand on her round stomach, the other on his chest

Hate no longer ruled the blacksmith
his tools no longer laid aside
Life moved on and new life arrived
joy was now the blacksmith’s guide


message 6: by Garrison (new)

Garrison Kelly (cybador) | 9056 comments Marie, that's quite the epic poem you've put together! A well-deserved happy ending for our battle-hardened blacksmith! :)


message 7: by Marie (new)

Marie (naturechild02) | 660 comments Garrison wrote: "Marie, that's quite the epic poem you've put together! A well-deserved happy ending for our battle-hardened blacksmith! :)"

Thanks, hun. Just wait until you read the full story!


message 8: by Edward (new)

Edward Davies | 1727 comments Title : Forget About It
Poet : Edward Davies

There’s things that don’t quite spring to mind
When racking at our brains;
The things we wish had not occurred,
The things that cause us pains,

The things that dwell somewhere behind
The thoughts that make us smile;
The things that make us quake and shake
And want to run a mile.

The things that fill our hearts with shame
And fill our head with terror,
The things that remind us of times
When things were done in error,

The things that make us want to scream,
That make us feel just rotten,
The things that should never have been,
The things best left forgotten.


message 9: by Garrison (new)

Garrison Kelly (cybador) | 9056 comments Edward, my schizophrenic mind agrees with your poem 100%. Some things are best left forgotten and never brought up again. All I want in my mind are happy thoughts and loving memories.


message 10: by C. J., Atm Seeker in the "Lin Kuei" (new)

C. J. Scurria (goodreadscomcj_scurria) | 4214 comments I hope to put the polls and contest up later. Sorry that I'm unable to do it sooner.


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